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Ben 10: Omniharem
By : Praetor
Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Omniverse
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Warning, the following contains the usual themes of huge proportions, hentai physics and a porno plot. Also (obviously) has harem themes. If any of this bothers you, I recommend ‘Cabin Fever’ by Shante Diamond in the Mortal Kombat section for a well written and nonhyperbolic, loving monogamous type lemon rich fic. Fans of my type of smut, enjoy…

Ben was woken this Sunday morning by his favourite distant cousin. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard muffled moaning and the slurps of gentle but strong sucking. He felt the end of his dick, pulsating hard and radiating heat, suck into the vacuum of an eager mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that his pyjama bottoms were pulled open at some point and his enormous cock fished out by his alien family member.
She was in her human form, the shape becoming natural for her by now, and garbed in her blue lingerie. Her hair fell about her face as she continued gobbling, taking over half of him into her mouth. As she didn’t need to breath in the traditional sense, she could continue sucking and slurping on his wrist thick dick without interruption, taking her sweet time pleasuring his rod.
He stretched his arms and back, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He then reached down to pet the blond head as it drifted to his crotch, taking in more and more of his cock as it went.
‘Good Morning Lucy.’ he greeted
Everyone else had apparently woken already and departed, as they were the only ones in the king sized bed of the new master room. She mumbled something back, succeeding only vibrating the cock lodged in her body. With no need to hold back and having a sack full of the cum that it built over night, he grunted as he came.
He was getting used to marathon sex sessions with multiple women now, and could almost cum at will. Lucy took his seed into her stomach greedily, and took almost as much time getting off him as she took getting down.
Once she was done, his wilting cock cooled by the morning air, she sat back on her heels.
‘Sorry to wake you, but it was getting late.’ she said
‘As long as that’s how you wake me, I don’t mind.’ he said as he sat up and checked the clock
‘What, only nine o clock?’ he said
‘Remember, you said you wanted to start being more productive and cut back on early bed times and late wake ups?’ she said
He groaned and the memory ‘I did say that. Thanks.’
He got up and went to the bathroom. He relieved himself of the night’s renal functions as well as clearing out any remaining cum in the dick tube. After flushing, he went over to the sinks. Gwen had seen fit to have two installed, one set that had a pair so two could wash hands at once, making things easier in the morning when multiple girls woke up at the same time. As well as a second, long sink that looked more like a urinal. Stretching from waist high down to almost the ground, it was in fact a dick washing station made specially for him.
He stood in front of it and turned the faucet, running the warm water over the veiny shaft of his long dong. Using his hands, he rubbed the saliva and spunk from it although there were recesses on the edges so that one or several women could help him with the laborious task of keeping such a magnificent and well used organ clean.
Once that was done, he shuck it dry and tucked himself away, closing the silk kimono around him. He went from the room to the stairs and walked down, watching his living room come alive.
Molly was in one of the unused corners she had turned into a small gym, wearing her work out lingerie. Gwen got them for her, it was like her regular golden cloths, with sheer stockings, a garter belt and bridal gloves, except that they were made from moisture wicking material and the corset was replaced with a golden sports bra that did the labourous task of supporting the head sized melons that the dangling medallion of her dog collar pointed to. Her body glistened in the light that shone through the one-way windows onto the beading sweat bulbs that lined the bulging muscles of her perfect body.
In another corner, Julie was playing with Ship and Kai. She stood on her knees, busty body clad in her rising sun red lingerie, and dangled a chew toy high above their heads.
‘Sit, now sit.’ she ordered
Ship obeyed, getting back on his hind legs that the amorphous blob conjured for the puppy shape. Kai was being stubborn. She kept rocketing upwards to snatch it, her massive melons making her tan bustier work hard to contain them as her hands reached for the toy. Lucy kept pulling it away and she’d fall forward onto all fours, her meaty derriere thrust out and swallowing the small tan panties with her cheeks as the sheer skirts around them fell forward. Her cheeks also held a butt plug stable in her ass, the bullet tip keeping her rear hole occupied as well as supporting a long bushy tail the backless panties had a hole for.
‘No Kai, sit on your hind legs, like ship.’ she ordered
Kai yipped and mewled as they reset to try again, the Navajo playing with the tapered doggy ears she wore as her medallion dog collar jingled.
Rojo was trying to watch Sons of Anarchy on the big screen, body clad in the black and red gothic lingerie, but Azule and Amarillo were making it very difficult to focus as they sat besides Rojo so cuddled into each other they might as well have been one person. The fat bottomed Azule was sitting in her lap, arms around the large chested Amarillo, as they exchanged heated breaths between frantically kissing mouths, hands roaming each other’s bodies as if it were the first time.
‘Ugh, get a room you two.’ she said her ride or dies, who responded in groans as they fell off the couch in front of her
Azule got between Amarillo’s legs with a thigh and the golden one on the ground began humping the leg, hands freeing her tits from the top. Rojo kicked her feet up, resting the long, muscled legs on Azule’s large, brown backside.
In another section of the floor, by what the dance floor would be in a party like scenario, was a grand piano. This one was made especially for Lucy. The recovering paraplegic was seated at the front, clad in her ebony and ivory lingerie as her fingers danced along the surface of the board keying out ‘The River Flows Through You’.
Ben got to the bottom and walked around to the kitchen, wondering what was to eat. The first thing he saw was Lucy standing by the fridge giggling, then he felt why. He ran into something squishy and warm, with a downward glance he saw Gwen bent way over, ass thrust out. The large freckled cheeks made any underwear she had on vanish as they engulfed the clothing and the bulge in the front of his trousers.
‘Aww, someone wants the dick.’ he said as he smacked her ass
‘All day and all night.’ laughed Gwen as she bounced on her squatted legs, messaging the bulge with her ass
Ben began preparing to fuck that ass right there in the way between the kitchen and the living room. He drew apart the flaps of his robe as Gwen reached behind her with both hands to draw the panties down around her shapely rear.
Then there was a green glow and the sounds of the play room vanished. He now stood, holding his robe open in front of his pyjama clad body with a raging semi hard on visible, in the middle of an ornate throne room.
There was a red carpet leading up steps to a robust throne. It was empty though and behind it he could see the Earth partially in the open window of the space ship he was now, apparently, in, as well as the stars beyond it.
‘What the!?’ he spat and looked around
Then he noticed two figures at the base of the steps on either side, both distinct and familiar.
On his left, towering over most males of even her species, was the Red Queen herself, Looma Red Wind. Her skin was a brilliant red and she wore ornamental ‘armour’. It consisted mainly of an armoured brazier that mainly protected her middle body as the top of her chest was partially exposed. This is because the main job of this article of clothing the monumental task of supporting her magnificent bust. The enormous orbs of red tit meat were pressed together and lifted into a deep crevice of jiggling flesh that bulged from the top.
Her muscular legs were on full display as they were garmented by only tall armoured boots, the muscular limbs merging with her body at a black battle thong that maintained her decency and nothing else. Her arms bore similar armoured gauntlets, all four of them and each more muscular than the but the strongest earthling warriors. Her head bore a half helmet that showed only the bottom of her face and her eyes, four gleaming red ones.
On the right was Attea, a frog like humanoid Empress. She was far slimmer with an almost luminescent light green skin. She wore a vaguely military type of uniform with tight figure showing trousers and boots and bodice top. No garment could be devised that could conceal her bust, as each tit was greater in mass than the combined breasts of even some of his harem members. Her strangely beautiful face was topped with the strapped goggles and when she spoke it was with a thick accent.
‘Benjamin Tennyson.’ announced Attea as Looma admired his bulge
‘Oh what now?’ he asked as he closed up his robe
‘We have important matters of discussion.’ said Looma with a growl in her voice
‘Couldn’t it wait like five minutes?’ he asked, thought’s drifting to the incredible grip of Gwen’s ass on his cock
‘We didn’t know you were busy.’ said Attea
‘Very busy.’ added Looma
‘Well I’m here now. What is it?’ he asked
‘We would like to bring up the mergence of thrones issue again.’ said Attea
Ben looked a little confused.
‘Didn’t we already have this debate?’ he asked
Looma looked from Attea to Ben ‘Yes, but it’s come up again. Now that we are all of age, it’s an issue once more.’
‘Marital disputes and what not.’ said Attea
‘Got it, Game of Thrones type stuff.’ Ben said
‘Game of what?’ asked Looma
‘Look,’ Ben said ‘nothing has changed. I’m still not ready for commitment, much less being a galactic overlord.’
‘We are aware, we’re not doing this for love either, and neither of us desire an Emperor. What we want is to placate vassals and forge a powerful alliance betwixt our empires and Earth. So we need a strong, independent man who can fend for himself and leave the running of the empires to the matrons. Which is why you are the perfect mate.’ said Attea
‘We understand that you have feelings for this Kai woman and seek to bond with her singularly and forever, we just need you to mate with us for a night for political reasons.’ said Looma
‘I can’t ‘mate’ with both of you though.’ Ben said
‘We know, so there will be a contest to see who you mate with officially.’ said Attea
‘We already did a contest.’ Ben stated
‘A new one. Here’s how it shall go. We shall take you into our beds, one and then the other, and you shall sample us. You will be restored between uses and then may choose which you prefer.’
A younger Ben would have respectfully declined, but he was a new man and this was a new world. All the women in it wanted him and the omnicock. He fought the smile that came to his lips, he’d accept but had every intention of ‘marrying’ both of them. He’d bring true unity to the galaxy by making the warring Empresses members of his harem.
‘What else can I say? I accept.’
…

After an hour of preparing, assistants from Looma and Attea had Ben get dressed up in a fine tuxedo that was a couple centuries out of fashion. He waited around a while in one of the dining rooms while the girls got ready, he’d be signalled when ready. The throne room was being redesigned for a wedding, with bannisters from the houses being raised and an alter erected in front of the steps.
The true bride had not been determined yet, they were doing this backwards. Ben would have passionate sex with both the prospective mates and make a decision as to who he would marry after that.
‘Master Ben, the brides are ready to receive you.’ said one of the frog like assistants of Attea
‘Great. Let’s get this over with.’ Ben said, eager to get out of the tight clothes
He was walked around the halls and up and elevator. After walking to a new room, the frog said ‘They await you in here.’
Ben took a breath before walking in, unsure of what to expect. When he stepped in he found a grand bedroom. It had a larger than king sized bed with four corners and sheer curtains. It rested against a wall that faced another bubble canopy. Through it he could again see the earth and the stars outside the ship, both in front of and above the bed.
That’s not the view that took his breath away though.
Looma stood in an opulent dress that was as big as she was. The bridal veil barely concealed the red beauty beneath it, whose long black hair flowed freely behind her without the helmet. Her enormous bust was contained by a thick, but embroidered, white corset with a flowery boon window so the large red cleavage could be seen. Around her broad shoulders was the heavy white cape and her muscular arms had the finger bound elbow length white gloves. Her wide hips were hugged by the flared dress that bloomed out from where the corset ended, supported in the back by her thick, muscle bound ass. Up her long, tree trunk like red legs were white stockings held by white ribbons and a flowery garter, her exposed crotch covered by ornately designed, flowery white panties and on her feet, heavy boots.
Attea also wore a bridal gown. Her veil covered but didn't conceal her pretty green face, her shoulder length mane of green hair tucked behind her. Instead of a cape, she had bloomy pauldrons on her dress but an exposed collar and chest. Her absolutely massive green tits were possibly the biggest he had ever seen, much larger than his own head each and contained by a separate white industrial bra cup that had lace and frills on it, blended seamlessly into the bodice of the rest of her dress. It went over her front and sides with flared skirt like flaps and a longer end over the cusps of her massive green ass, with thigh high stockings and garters as well and regular white boots.
‘Well Ben, you look nice.’ said Attea
‘Too well dressed for my liking, are we not to engage in ferocious sex!?’ demanded Looma, tossing her banquette of flowers aside
‘Wait your turn.’ said Attea
‘Why do you go first?’ demanded Looma
‘It’s my ship.’ said Attea
‘That’s, a fair point…’ said Looma
‘Now Ben,’ said Attea, regaining his focus ‘the bed behind is a specially crafted vitality bed. It will restore the sexual energies of those in it while in use. You will not tire while engaged in it, and recovery will be instant.’
Ben raised an eye brow at that, he was hoping to get this done with quick so he could resume his Sunday, and he would like to have something like that in his suite.
‘Alright, shall we begin?’ he asked
‘Why are you still standing there?’ asked Attea
The frog like princess took him by the hand and lead him to the bed. Ben followed, ogling the flowing tails of her gown and veil. Once close enough, Ben pushed aside a veil and climbed into the bed. Attea crawled in after him and Looma took a seat besides the bed in a chair that had been set aside for this event.
‘Now make it a good show you two, I want to be revved up and ready to go when it’s my turn.’ she said
Ben flipped over onto his elbows and looked down at the emerald goddess crawling over to him. Her heavy tits dragged along the bed as she approached, big green ass wiggling in the air and swallowing the white panties visible when the skirt flipped up.
Once she was close enough, she flipped the veil over her head to free her pretty face, the big lips painted white like her dress to highlight the mouth of her green face.
‘I hope you’re ready Ben.’ she said as she unzipped him
‘No Empress, I hope you are.’ Ben said, pulling pillows from the side to stuff under him so he could watch without tiring his arms
Both their tasks were made difficult, Ben needed several pillows as they were so fine and smooth they collapsed rather than support him, and Attea had to struggle to free the 19 inch man meat from his trousers.
‘My Ben, I did not know you humans were this well built.’ she cooed as she began pulling the long dick tube from the black slacks
‘I didn’t even know you could have traditional sex.’ said Ben
‘and why not? Reproduction is the driving force of life.’ she laughed and snorted as the cock was freed
The long, thick veiny mass finally popped out and took its missile shape. Attea’s green eyes almost popped when she saw it.
‘My, now this is a hefty wedding tackler.’ she said
‘A king sized cock for the Queen.’ Ben jeered as she opened her mouth
She flicked the tip with her tongue before saying ‘That’s Empress.’
She kissed the head passionately, the squishy tip melding to her lips as she let some saliva leak out. Hers was a particular type of slimy that’d made for a wonderful lubrication later on. She licked down the sides, her long muscly tongue was green and leaked that fluid and was stronger than the other tongues so far and had a more leather like texture that felt amazing with her slime.
She licked and lapped along the sides of his cock, tracing the veins along the mighty dong with the sharp tip. Ben folded his hands behind his head and watched the woman in the bright slutty white dress service his manhood like a new car. She made her way around the cock, licking and planting kisses, using her hands to caress the shaft and balls out of reach from her face.
Her fingers gently pulled on the balls, stretching them out in the heavy bloated sack and coaxing them to start producing cum for her. On the way back up, she rubbed her face up the side, the cock running along the groove of her cheek. He was amazed by the smoothness of her skin and warmth of her body. Her tongue snaked out as she did so and wrapped around the cock, stroking it as she ran her face along the sides of the huge penis.
‘That’s right, know your place frog. Under the mighty cock of my soon to be husband.’ said Looma from the side
Her tongue retracted so she could say ‘Can it four arms, I’m busy.’
She got back to the top and moved her hands from his balls to his shaft, stroking up the meaty organ as she took the head back in her mouth. She sucked hard while stroking, sliding her face down until he hit the back of her throat. Then her eyes opened to look at him as she twisted her head to use the inside of her cheeks to stimulate his head.
After a minute of that, she pulled off and said
‘Ready for the best part?’
‘Why aren’t we there yet?’ asked Ben
She stuck out her tongue, the long prehensile organ winding around. The tip wrapped around the top of his dick, right under the glans. He watched in awe as she stuck out more and more of her freakishly inhuman tongue, wrapping it around his cock like a barber pole. Each wrap went under the last, covering every inch of his cock halfway down.
Slime leaked from her mouth and tongue as she breathed over the ejected organ. With a little use of her neck muscles, she bobbed her face and with a lot of her tongue strength, she jerked him off this way. Her long leathery tongue corkscrewed around his cock was an amazing sensation. Each rib of the screw rubbed him differently as she slid it up and down his length, coating him in her slime as the muscle contorted around its prey like a viper.
‘Ha, looks like the constrictor snake caught itself a rooster.’ said Looma
The large red woman had snaked one of her four hands down her panties, bulging out the front of the thong like under garment as she began playing with her cunt.
Attea couldn’t speak as a cock got her tongue. She continued jerking him off with her tongue as she wrapped more and more of it around him. Then, she retracted it. Pulling straight back, the tongue slid over every inch of the cock it had gathered in its grip on its way back in, unravelling like a spool of yarn. With a snap, it went back in her mouth and she swallowed.
‘Pretty good eh?’ she asked, ignoring Looma’s remark
‘Great.’ huffed Ben
Attea lowered head to the base of his cock, the tower of fuck meat obscuring her as the enormous bulges of tit meat ballooned under her like a pillow. She used that lovely tongue of hers to play with his balls, lifting one and then the other, separating them, running along the sides. She touched him every which way down there before the organ started wrapping around the base of his organ.
Both he and Looma watched in amazement as she lifted her face up, even more of her tongue than he thought she had stretching out longer and longer on the way. The wrapping went up from the base, using his prick as a spool, the long green tongue wrapped around and around on its way up until she got to the very tip.
The thick rod of cock was now completely covered in slimy green leathery tongue, every inch being stimulated by the warm, wet muscle of her mouth. Attea amazed them both again when, now stretched more than she had ever been, she began tugging on her tongue with her throat. Ben gasped as his entire cock was jerked. All of it was pulled and twisted at the same time, a sensation he had never even thought of.
‘Oh God! Attea!!’ Ben exclaimed as she used her tongue to give him a hard tug
She was struggling for breath around the over stretched tongue, saliva leaking all over him and her, but she was determined to win his affection with her tongue alone. But she had to get tired eventually. She began relieving his cock of her tongue, retracting it as it twisted off his cock. Soon the warm meat vanished and the tongue returned home.
Ben watched as she recovered her mouth muscle, gradually unveiling his now very wet and red pocket monster. On its way out, she squeezed the head one more time and flicked it before she could close her mouth again.
Sweating, Ben said ‘Attea, that was…’
‘The greatest thing ever? I know, I’m amazing.’ she said ‘now watch this.’
She dove face first onto his cock. He was alarmed by how hard and fast she went, with only Lucy coming close to the intensity. Although while Lucy didn’t have a definite shape due to her physiology, Attea simply had a stretchy body.
Her neck expanded to accommodate his length and girth, the cock making her throat and cheeks bulge with its mass as it travelled down her hot, slick throat.
‘Atteeeeeeaaaa… … …’ he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as he was sucked off and his cock devoured by the frog
Soon she bottomed out in record time, moving her body, she stroked him off in her throat with her neck. All 19 inches of him were lodged in the Empress, her eyes looking up at him as her massive breasts pooled on his lap.
‘You make a fantastic cock sleeve Attea’ said Looma as she fingered self and stroked a breast ‘I will enjoy keeping you as a bed warmer when Ben is alone and I am away.’
She stuck her arm out with a raised middle finger at the red skinned woman and continued slurping on the cock. Then she rocked his world when she croaked.
‘Ribbit’
Her eyes looked up into his and he could have sworn she was beaming. Her neck bulged out massively on both sides, expanding with the intake of air and squeezing the life out of his cock. The whole rod resonated at an orgasmic frequency as he was vacuum sneaked into her throat. Then she deflated and his cock was stroked in reverse along every inch by the reflating throat.
‘Oh! God! Attea…’ Ben groaned, unable to formulate words
‘Ribbit!’ she croaked again
His toes curled and his arms twitched, his massive cock squeezed by her slick and heated throat. He loved the way her neck bulged out with each croak, knowing it meant he would experience great pleasure and loving the sound of it as it echoed through his cock.
He gripped the sheets and grit his teeth, the pleasure numbing his mind as she face fucked him with her froggy throat. Then she pushed off him, his cock evicted from her mouth as she rose. More of the warm slime oozed down his engorged rod as she slid her mouth off him, until with a pop, the fuck stick flopped free.
‘Looks like you had a lot of fun.’ she said with a laugh
She kissed the head of it before grabbing it, holding it stead as she got up into a squat. Her white stocking clad green legs forced apart the layers of white skirts and frills. Unlike Looma, she had to expose her crotch. What he found when she did was that her white panties were crotchless.
The strands of her thong went around puffy light green lips that were already oozing her sweet sexual fluids, the distended clit of her mostly hairless body jutting at him.
‘Ready to consummate this marriage?’ she asked
‘Every wedding needs a bedding.’ Ben said
‘What?’ asked Looma from the side
‘Nothing.’ Ben said as Attea angled herself over him
She was as warm and wet as he had dreamed, the froggy girl practically sliding down his sex staff. She was so slick and stretched that she dropped to the base almost immediately, her back arching as a sigh escaped her lips. The immensity of his cock bulged out her stomach with ever exhale but she drew tight around him. Her massive tits wobbled in the air as she breathed, threatening to escape from the cups of her bodice with every laboured breath.
‘Oh Ben, you stallion!’ she exclaimed, jiggling her tits even more
‘Fuck me!’ he spat through gritted teeth
Attea doubled over, her breathing fighting his cock for space inside her. The motion was enough for her tits to finally tumble out. There was a cascade of green as her gigantic knockers flopped out in front of him. They jiggled incessantly as they tried to find a place of rest. Free from the confines, they adopted a free forming shape, like enormous dew drops on a leaf. Capping each oblong mammary was a puffy nipple of a lighter green colour that called for attention.
He didn’t even have brain power to think about how egg laying amphibians had mammary glands.
‘Woops,’ she said ‘spilled the goodies.’
‘Slut!’ called Looma from the side as she continued masturbating to the sight
‘I promise, I am not offended.’ Ben said
Attea lifted herself up, her muscular legs showing through the thin fabric of her stockings. He felt the tension on his cock, her whole core and cunt engaged in lifting her body up as her love tunnel clenched on the invading member. The slime that continually leaked from her cunt was doing something to his cock, making it swollen and redder than usual. The whole cock looked incredibly aroused, somehow larger than it’d ever been before. It also made her tight cooch slide around the cock with barely any friction.
She dropped herself down, a slight gush of slime as she bottomed out on him and loud gasp as he fucked the air from her lungs.
‘You can, play with them if you like. I am yours, and so are they.’ she said with a wink and a smirk
Ben needed no further encouragement and slide his hands up her body, tracing the hourglass frame before seizing the tits. Her skin was supper smooth but the tits felt like any other he had held. Soft yet firm, his hands sinking into them as they bulged around his groping fingers.
She continued riding him like an elevator, sliding up and down his cock with her body. She was hot and tight all over as her cunt squeezed and pulled the cock inside her. She picked up her pace once she got used to the size, hyper ventilating as she could only breath deep when the dick was out of her body.
Ben’s hands roamed the frontier of her boobs, stroking the swells of her bust as he juggled them in his hands. He bounced them against each other and weighed them in his hands as if sampling goods, which is kind of what he was doing anyways.
Attea began grinding back and forth on top of him, moving back and forth over him as his cock churned her gut like a stirring rod. She was slightly bent over him, her ginormous tits swaying under her as she smiled and looked at him, hands on his sides for stability.
Ben’s fingers found the nipples in the middle eventually and he played with them, tweezing and tweaking the nubs in his fingers. He pushed his hands into the breasts, never less amazed at just how huge they were. His whole hands disappeared in the fleshy mounds without any hint that there was less mass to give. He pulled them out and dropped them, returning to teasing the nipples.
‘Oh, ah, ahh, Ben… you’re good with those fingers.’ she said
‘I’m even better with my mouth.’ he added
He let go of the tits and brought his arms around her, pulling her into him. He buried his head in those tits, his face smothered by the enormous boobs that engulfed his head. He motorboated her like it was his job, loving the feeling of the firm, warm flesh suffocating him as his hands continued kneading the tits like soft dough around him.
She gently rocked over him, see sawing the cock in her cunt and grinding her clit on his pubic bone. He loved what they were doing, it was a very sensual sex that lacked the raw passionate intensity he was used to by now. Attea held his head in her bosom, playing with the strands of curly brown as he moaned into her boobs, his cock continually pleasured by her tight, hot pussy.
‘That’s right Ben, loose yourself in my chest. Just burry your face in my boobs, let them swallow you.’ she said in almost a whisper, letting the words flow with her shallow breaths
He let go of her boobs, letting the water fall of titflesh wash over him as he slid his hands down her white lace and frill clad body to find the next unexplored piece of slick green skin. His hands found her ass under her skirt.
The flap was kicked up by her thrusting and the large, lovely green cheeks danced on her backside. Her white thong was backless as well, the embroidered strands going up over the cheeks to the high waist band without covering the crack. On each down thrust, the cheeks would lift and spread for her puckered green hole to be seen and then clash at the crest like waves on the bluff.
He seized the warm, firm masses in his hands, groping them tight and halting their wobble, fingers disappearing into the flesh. The skin was as warm and smooth as the rest of her and alternated his grip, shaking her butt in his hands and grinding the fantastic ass together.
He let go and caressed the cheeks as they bounced, unable to see anything in the darkness of her giant tits. He then delivered light smacks, simultaneously at first and then in quick succession, alternating the cheeks. He could feel them jiggling whenever they hit his thighs and balls and imagine them turning some different shade of green as he increased the pace and intensity of his spanks.
Attea was loving it, huffing and puffing more and more as she rouged herself on him, using his cock to scratch all kinds of itches in her.
‘Oh, ah, ahh, Ben… Ben…’ she moaned
He removed his face from her breasts, finally able to see and breath again.
‘Yes?’ he asked
Now face to face again, he could see that the frog like princess was on cloud 9. Her eyes were rolling around in her sockets, her face was flushed, her lips were parted in constant laboured breathing. He had seen this face many times before on his bitches, the only thing missing was the lolling tongue.
and lord did he want to see her tongue flop out and wag uncontrollable.
He reached up and snaked his arms under hers, pulling the empress into him by her shoulders and then wrapping his arms around her back. She yelped as control was taken from her and set to his pace. Drawn flush against him, the huge reservoirs of tit flesh on her chest were pushed in all directions, with almost a foot of tit meat between them even as he squeezed her into his embrace.
Once he had her clinched, he kicked his legs over hers so that they were locked behind her knees and the feet planted firmly on the bed. Once he had her locked down over him, he began thrusting.
‘Oh! Ben! Ben!’ she exclaimed, wanting to attach some word to every upward thrust
Each buck made her lurch forward, Ben tightening his grasp each time until his arms were over each other behind her back. Attea was face to face with the hung hero, face becoming even more flushed as her eyes lost focus. On one hard thrust, their faces smacked together and Ben turned his head, pulling her into a kiss.
Her plump lips were already parted so she could breathe when they kissed, moist air exchanged between the two. He stuck his tongue inside the cavern his cock so very much enjoyed, licking past the teeth along the leathery organ. She moaned in his mouth, eyes closing as the rocked back against his earnest rutting.
Their tongues wrestled in her mouth before she found dominance, hers clearly the stronger. After a minute of the make out fuck session, she managed to evict his tongue and now his mouth was the battle ground. With a gloved hand, Attea grabbed onto his head by the curly brown hair and pulled him in closer, her tongue slithering over his.
They were now so tightly bound in each other’s embrace they looked like one person. The white bridal vestments were flapping all around Attea as she fucked into bliss. The massive tits were displaced between them, green boob mass spilling out every which way between their chests around their arms, jiggling as if trying to escape the sexual abandon between the two prospective lovers.
‘Yes, fuck her eye balls out Ben, put that toad in her place!’ shouted Looma from the side line
Ben shot a sideways glance at the crimson tetraman. Her long muscular legs were spread wide and she still had a lower arm’s hand down her well soaked white panties. She had freed her breasts from the corset now and was using her upper arms to fondle her breasts. The huge tits were juggled and stroked by the three extra limbs, two dedicated to pleasing the nipples that were a darker red on the crimson knockers.
He returned his focus to Attea. Bringing his arms lower so they were over the bottom of her back. Pinning her womanly hips in place, he doubled the efforts on his upward thrusting. Each mighty pump of his legs send his massive cock ploughing deep into the amphibian princess, the large apple sized balls in the cum lodged swarthy sack swinging up to smack her ass.
The heat of her damp pussy was now a furnace as the smooth muscles all along her love canal seized around his cock, milking the giant dong for its seed as she was pushed over the edge. He knew the rhythmic contortions of a mind blowing orgasm well and recognized it when he felt her start to spasm in his arms. Her tongue completely over ran his and the end of the thick, slick, coarse went to his throat and then past it.
He gagged as her tongue went down his throat, the frog princess showing him what real French kissing was. He struggled for breath as it stretched out his throat and stuffed his mouth, the tongue sliding farther down his neck than he wanted to consider. He had infinitely more respect for the numerous women he had face fucked now.
Her cunt began gushing, extra sex slime squirting from her stretched lips as she rode his cock to new depths of carnal pleasure. Ben felt his release impending too and the climax of the empress only helped that along as her body seized over him, her massive tits so volumous they were washing up to his face like high tide.
He pushed her up, seeking to breath and gaze at her tits. He kept a hand on her hips to keep her there, never ceasing to fuck up her. Attea sat back, bouncing each time his hips hit hers. Her long tongue pulled out of his mouth until it was free and could dangle between them.
He spat out a wad of the built up tongue juice and watched her tits bounce and shake in front of her. She was still at some phase of her orgasm, likely the post seizure clamping down part as her body continued gripping his cock with an ever tighter clench despite their rocking against each other.
As he had hoped, she had lost complete control of her face as her brain went numb with pleasure. Her eyes continued rolling around in the sockets, her face flushed different shades of green and her jaw hung slack, with the long tongue dangling from her lips like a pendulum and falling between her humungous boobs.
With a final hard thrust up, Ben came. He used both his hands to slam her back down as he fell back into the bed, holding her onto his cock as the whole massive organ pulsated inside her. His balls drained into her, his dick the pump that stuffed her with his seed. He could feel torrents of jizz rocketing up his urethra that bulged under the giant veiny shaft. The head went numb and he got pins and needles all over his cock as the bolt of pleasure rocked through him.
Attea began groaning once her breath returned to normal, his hot sticky cum distending her belly slightly as her womb was stretched like a water balloon with the pressure of his cum. His dick became so numb with pleasure that it hurt, but it was still erect and he continued to pump in and out of her, using her relaxing but still tight cunt to help milk the gunk into her.
‘I can’t tell, did you cum yet?’ asked Looma from the side ‘you just kind of stopped.’
Ben didn’t answer, merely thrusting up enough to buck Attea back onto him. She fell tits first into him, on her elbows around his chest. His cock began deflating in side of her and the reservoir of cum did the rest. The back pressure forced out the wilting cock and the flaccid length of his trouser snake shot from her stretched green cunt as a Vulcanic eruption of cum emerged.
It shot out with a force as Attea moaned, the added stimulation just what she needed as her body was still hypersensitive from the fucking. It then stream out, a small river of bubbling man cum and the slime of her sex juices, mixed together like a drink at a bar. They sloshed out like a busted jelly doughnut, leaking as her legs spasmed.
Then she gave out, collapsing into him completely as their bodies recovered. The river turned to a creek and then a trickle until she was void of the excess seaman that didn’t cling to her walls.
With some effort, Ben shoved the frog lady aside, she fell onto her shoulder besides him, knocked out by the thunder fucking. Her veil, sleeves and gowns were tangled messes around her and the stocking and bodice clung to her more from sweat, or her equivalent, than elasticity in the clothes.
She finally got her tongue back in her mouth but her eyes were closed, breathing hard but getting steadier. He looked down and saw that her greater than watermelon sized tits were shifting softly with her breaths, stacked on each other like giant water balloons. Before he could even wonder, he saw it, the tell tale dripping from the nipples.
Milk began leaking from the puffy nipples, beading up around the now erect nubs and then welling on the rims. He knew that with a slight tough or gentle sucking, the dam would burst and twin streams of creamy, warm milk would flow.
The thought of suckling those magnificent 55 gallon jugs was enough to get him erect again. As said earlier, the bed’s science/magic went to work and he could feel himself revitalized. His cock surged back to full size and hardness, his balls inflating with the dispensed spunk. Almost too well, he felt that need to cum again, the almost painful pleasure of an dire need for relief.
Attea’s slime’s strange effect still held and his long, thick cock was even bigger than before, with bulging blue veins criss crossing the surface like a tangled web of raised scars and the swollen purple head now as big as an apple.
He was torn between his desire to stick that pulsating rod of man meat in something wet and warm or to start suckling on those great green tits. Luckily, Looma took that decision from him.
‘Enough! It is my turn to prove my strength.’ she roared as she stood
Ben looked over as she walked around the bed. Her massive tits, larger by any measure except Attea’s, were held out in front of her like oblong spheres by the cups of her dress. The cape, gown and veil flowed behind her like tales, the white of her dress, lace and frills contrasting as wildly with her crimson skin as Attea’s did with her emerald skin.
She pushed aside a sheer curtain to step onto the bed with a knee. She walked over to him on white stocking clad knees. Her skirt was open in the front for easy access, the red skin turning to white cloth only at the crotch of her embroidered panties. They were soaked through by her juices that also leaked down her inner thighs.
Once she got close enough to Ben, she reached with one of her arms.
‘Benjamin, you are truly a stud among humans. Tetraman’s don’t even have ‘cocks’ as you call them, this big.’
He gulped, having a strange sensation that this was not going to be as gentle and sensual as his session with Attea just was. Her hand and grip were hard but not painfully so. She immediately began jerking him off, sliding her fist up and down the curved shaft.
‘The juice of Attea’s people is a curious thing.’ said Looma ‘a powerful aphrodisiac, it also naturally enhances sexual characteristics.’
She added her other lower arm. The two hands over lapped and started double fisting him. He arched his back and pushed his sweaty head into the pillows. He began stripping off his tuxedo, needing the air as he was overheating.
As he unbuttoned the vest and started pulling his arms from the sleeves, Looma got closer and slid her hands to the bottom of his cock. Wrapping one fist shut around the base, she stacked her right lower arm on top of it and closed it over the shaft. Her fingers barely touched her thumbs around it, and stacked they didn’t even get half way up.
She added her upper arms now, stacking the two hands on top of the original. Now with four hands total on his cock, there was still a good six inches of exposed cock meat.
‘Well look at that,’ laughed Looma ‘four hands and you still have enough man meat to fuck a girl into submission.’
Luckily his jacket was off by the time she started jerking because it was intense. First, she moved all four in unison like a super long single hand job. The skin was slid over the slab dick muscle by her tight grip, hands sliding only slightly even with the slime and juices. Up and down, she was almost lifting him up off the bed with the up tugs, the boy hero pulling off his shirt by that point.
He threw that to the side as Looma started alternating her grips. With the six or so inches of excess dick, she could slide her top hand up some more and start messaging all over his cock, moving her hands around the shaft without ever breaking contact with the veiny mass or loosening her grip. With the juices and slime, her hands almost glided over the heated sex stick.
‘Well this is impressive Ben. It’s so huge, and thick. It feels hot and can feel your heart beat through it, hard and fast. I could play with this forever and never tire.’ she said
‘and I wouldn’t complain.’ he said
Looma let go of the shaft and brought a hand up to lift her veil. Tossing it over, the red face and gleaming four eyes locked on him like a hunter to prey. She licked her lips and leaned forward, bringing her face closer to it.
Ben watched the strongest woman he knew kiss his cock head, smiling at it.
‘and it tastes good too.’ she said
She opened her mouth and took the head in, mushing her tongue around it as she opened wider to feed the grown member to herself. After a little sucking and licking, she pulled her face off it with a pop.
‘So does her slime and your cum. No wonder your women enjoy this.’ she said
She brought her face down again and took him in deeper. The head hit the roof of her mouth and ran along the cleft as she licked the underside of it, then it hit her throat. She wrapped her lips tight around it and sucked. She slurped on it at first and then blew, trying all new things to please him with her mouth. Then she removed her face with another pop.
‘I can feel your heat and heart through it, radiating into my mouth. This is amazing! I would never have thought such a demeaning task would feel so great for the cock worshiper.’
She plunged onto it again, using her four arms to stroke his shaft as she descended. She brought the same intensity to blowing him that she brought with all other endeavours. She bobbed her head like a fish bobber to get down his cock, shoving the tip past her throat. Her muscular neck bulged as she began choking on it though was undeterred. She pushed on and down, eventually freeing two bottom hands to slide the top hands down as she consumed half the hero cock.
The two lower arms started playing with his balls. One in each hand, she pulled and played with them. Tracing the wrinkles in them, she gently twirled and twisted the nuts, coaxing even more spunk from them as Attea did earlier.
He watched the crimson empress descend on his cock, taking it slow and hard. She swallowed around him, her throat resonating with his cock in it as if she were roaring in battle. Her arms alternated tasks as she got down, switching between caressing his balls and stroking the cock. Once she was mostly done, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips as her cheeks bulged, she pulled her face off abruptly. With a pop, she was free again and hawked the wad of cum and spit that had accumulated.
‘Fantastic, simply amazing. I could suck you off all day Ben but my other needs call for attention.’
She stood on her knees over him and swung a leg over so that she could straddle the boy. Her lower arms reached down to her groin, running over the panty clad pussy and patting it to tease him. There was an audible splat as they were saturated with woman juice. Then she gripped onto the sides of the floral-patterned cloth with her fingers and with no effort, ripped them down the middle.
A second tug split them and now she had crotchless panties just like Attea. Her red lips were also puffy and her huge clit begged for attention.
‘I’m so ready for you Ben, are you?’ she asked as she got closer
‘I don’t think so, but I’ll try.’ he said
‘Good, I have no intention of stopping. You will now feel the strength of House Red Wind!’
Using one of her arms to hold his twitching fuck staff steady, she took the place Attea just left and dropped onto him. He lurched again, Looma was much tighter than Attea and most of it sheer muscle.
He watched his shimmering ivory cock slide between the damp red lips framed by torn white panties. The crimson bride pushed on, her legs and abs stiffening to force herself down onto him. His massive veiny cock stretched her more than he thought possible, the woman clearly unused to such deep and invasive penetration.
‘Oh Ben, this spear of yours is daunting… but I won’t be deterred!’ she declared
To her, he was just another obstacle to be climbed, an objective to conquer. As long as he got to fuck another hot alien babe he was fine with that. She started pumping her legs now, the thick tree trunk like legs rippling muscles under the white fabric of the stockings. Her cunt was tight and grew tighter with ever clamp of her muscles, the heat unbearable.
She straightened her back, abs drawing tight under her corset as her enormous tits were thrust out. The huge red spheres were still semi supported but the cups of her clothes, jutting out like primed missiles for his viewing pleasure.
Her lower left arm drifted down ward to stabilize his cock, her lower right to play with the distended clit above her stretched lips. Her upper arms went behind her head to support her as she continued her descent. With an upright posture his cock slid right in despite her thick, tight love muscles and his sheer size, thanks especially how hard it was.
He could see where in her his cock was, the tip of his mighty spear displacing her inners and bulging out her lower abdomen. Once the bulge reached half her stomach, she was forced to exhale, the pressure on her diaphragm too great. She was a furnace inside, every inch closer to her core, the tension and heat on his cock increased. It was wonderful.
‘OH Ben! This is the greatest thing I have ever felt!’ she exclaimed
While no virgin, it was doubtful she took anything half so big into her. His toes twitched and his body shuck, it was amazing for him too and he couldn’t wait to come. But he wanted to wait a little more.
In a minute she bottomed out, sitting her ass on his lap. Pussy juice was leaking from the comically stretched lips as he occupied depths she didn’t know she held. Her lower arms reached for his hips, the woman bending slightly so that her impressive height would not distance her from the support of his hips. Her tits sloshed forward, jiggling as gravity pushed them around in front of her. Those upper arms went from the back of her head to her tits to stabilize those mummeries.
Her hands did what Ben wanted to and played with the tits.
‘Do you want these little human?’ she asked ‘I saw the attention you gave Attea’s.’
There was a snort from his side and Attea flopped over onto her back, gigantits wobbling as she said ‘Huh, what? Who said my name?’
She was still dazed though and couldn’t hold a conversation. Plus Ben could not speak through gritted teeth. His endowed manhood fought for life against the heat and pressure of her damp walls. It didn’t get better when he saw Looma’s legs flex and she began to rise.
‘I got you now little man.’ she said and with a roar normally reserved for battle she slammed herself down on him
Attea woke up at that, sitting up but still tangled in her white garments. She sputtered and spat, trying to get her tongue in the right place as she took in her surroundings. She then saw Looma bouncing off Ben, cock in her like the sword of Excalibur from Earthling legend.
She began bucking in earnest, shaking the whole bed with her fast and hard thrusts. She worked as hard as Ben usually had to in order to work the fantastically large cock. Her whole body wrapped around the prick, heating his manhood with her entire body and squeezing it with her lady muscles.
She grunted and groaned with every thrust, making more noise than the rocking bed. She was practically burying Ben in the bed, pushing him deeper and deeper into the royal mattress. Her plump ass smacked his thighs and balls, her wedding garments flapping around her as she bounced so fast and hard she created her own storm.
Attea flipped onto her front and started panther crawling around him. He watched as her fantastically large breasts dragged along the bed even with fully extended arms. Her skirt was still flipped up so he could see the plump cheeks of her thick green ass bethonged on each cheek by the backless white panties. Her gaped pussy still leaked all kinds of fluids as the cheeks shifted about above the thick thighs that were clothed in stockings held by white ribbons from her garter belt.
Once she was at his feet, she began pulling down his pants to get him completely naked.
‘Hey! Frog breath!’ Loom shouted over her shoulder ‘Don’t pleasure him. This is all mine! There will be no claims that you helped me win his heart by way of his dick!’
She scoffed and said ‘Why are you assuming you will win?’
She continued pulling his pants off his legs as Looma continued using his body as a spade to dig a ditch in the bed using his dick as a handle. Looma’s amazing tits were shaking above him as she leaned forward, dangling like torpedoes in an open bomb bay for him. He had no energy to reach up and grab them though, it was taking all he had not to cum as she was fucking him hard from above. So he just gazed up at them longingly, yearning to take them into his hands and mouth.
‘What’s the matter little man?’ she roared ‘Too feeble to take what you so clearly want? Was I wrong about your strength?’
She reached down with a lower arm and grabbed his head, using the tangled sweat soaked mop to lift his head, she shoved him face first into her tits. Her height was so great she could sit straight up and still feed him her breasts.
Held upright, his hands found her tits. The groping fingers played with them like bread dough, the softest part of a battle hardened body. She continued bouncing on him, riding his pole like mounted equestrian in full sprint. He turned a head aside and managed to get a nipple to his mouth. The boy’s lips wrapped eagerly around the nub as he began suckling.
‘Like a squalling babe.’ said Looma ‘feast yourself boy.’
Her other lower arm reached between her legs and played with the clit between them. One upper arm went down to support his back and the fourth went to play with her free breast.
‘I understand your fascination with tits Boy Hero. I do so love my own.’ she said
She mashed her boob against his head and he could only close his eyes as he was bombarded by firm flesh. He fought his orgasm and savoured the taste of the smooth nipple in his mouth.
Then there was a lurch and a snap. The bed fell sideways, one of the legs had broken and now it was crooked. Attea fell onto her side from her doubled over position besides them, great tits wobbling. Looma didn’t care and continued pounding him into the dirt. After another downward thrust, there was another snap as the bed broke even.
Now listing like a sinking ship, Looma was fighting gravity to stay upright. When she hit the top of her up thrust, his heated rod more than half exposed to the lights above, she fell over. Ben rolled with her, getting one last hard suckle in on the nipple before asserting himself over his empress.
Now on her back, the four-armed woman propped herself up as Ben got on his knees between her legs.
‘My turn now!’ he exclaimed, ready to work himself out now
Looma was a far stronger support base than he was and her mighty thighs held him tight between her legs. Horse cock still lodged in her, he clenched his cheeks and pushed with his thighs, falling into her.
‘Ah! Yes! Fuck me hero! Claim your bride!’ she exclaimed as he took over her role in fucking her raw
Ben grabbed her corset clad chest just under the tits, her great size making positioning weird. His legs kicked back, he drew himself out of her, the pulsating hot raw cold from the air for the moment of respite from her tight confined. Then in another moment, ploughed back into her heated grip.
‘That’s right Princess.’ he said, spitting the title like an insult ‘you’re mine now!’
Her eyes narrowed as she got insulted, but any retort was lost when he thrust into her again. The 19 at least in forearm thick cock had a way of making women forget their spitefulness. He pulled out again, a herculean effort considering his exhaustion. The bed only restored his sexual vitality, now his weary muscles and depleted energy.
She couldn’t have told though, as he met her pace in ferocity. His balls danced between their legs, smacking the hanging cheeks of her red ass as he split the mighty princess in half down the middle with his cock. She kept her legs spread for fear of getting too excited and crushing him between her thighs, though she still shifted around in the bed while widening the recess he created.
Attea watched from the sides ‘Yeah bitch, you’re just a lowly princess now.’
Ben didn’t tear his gaze away from her four gleaming eyes ‘Hey, I haven’t made my decision yet. You could still be a princess in this great empire.’
Looma took him like a champ, still recoiling from his thrusts but her body contorted to the mighty fuck stick wreaking havoc inside her. Each thrust buried her deeper into the bed, not as great as when she was pile driving Ben do to his smaller, lighter body but still enough to form the bed. Every time he thrust, her back straightened, breaths escaped her lips and her eyes squeezed half shut. and those marvellous red tits bounced around.
‘Who do you think you’re talking too!?’ demanded Attea ‘I am still an Empress.’
‘Maybe in name, but now both of you are my bitches. In my harem, you are all equal.’ he spat
‘What’s this about a harem, we are competing for marriage!’ shouted Looma, more from the sexual frenzy than any kind of rage
‘I am setting the terms now.’ he said ‘if you want my hand in affairs and my cock in your mouths, you will have to join my little harem.’
‘This was not part of the deal.’ groaned Attea, too aroused by the sight of her rival in love and politics getting fucked silly by a human
‘I agreed to nothing, and you of all people should understand now.’ he said
‘Understand what?’ asked Attea
‘How great it is to be one of Ben’s Bitches. The great pleasure you felt just now is but a fraction of the joys you will experience in my harem.’ the boy hero said through gritted teeth
‘But the empires.’ moaned Attea, getting horny just watching them and remembering how great it was fucking him
‘Will be united forever by us. You will both be equals in this partnership, and have many hand maidens, sisters in this harem. You will wear sexy and distinct lingerie, collars stating your name and ownership, and live amongst my fuck sluts in by dome of paradise subjecting yourself to all your desires.’
His monologue bothered the prideful matriarchs, but Attea was too exhausted and horny to make meaningful protest and Looma was being ridden like a rocking horse, unable to articulate words as she fought for breath and control over the invading manhood.
‘That doesn’t sound too bad.’ she said
‘Solves the one person marriage issue.’ said Looma under Ben
‘Think it over as we fuck it out.’ said Ben, finally looking over to Attea
The green skinned empress was playing with her heavenly breasts, the nipples now leaking copious creamy milk. He wanted so much to drink from them, and she looked bothered by how much she had built up in the mammaries.
‘Alright, my prince.’ she said
Ben returned his attention to Looma. He now had to get almost standing to pull his dick from her, the long cock unwieldy, but then bounded back into her with reckless abandon. There was a loud pop as with twin snaps, the other legs broke and the bed shifted over again. Ben dropped into her with thunder.
‘OH FUCK! BEN!’ she roared louder than the mightiest war beasts
She swung her legs around his lithe, naked body, wrapping them behind his back to keep him close. Their heat multiplied between them, joined by their sexes. His manhood immersed in her womanhood, balls resting on her huge ass cheeks. The silky stockings over her muscular legs felt nice on his skin and he could feel the power of her limbs.
He now had to fight her legs when drawing back but had her strength when pushing in. Each thrust now had a thunderous clap of flesh on flesh as she pulled him back to her with passionate need. He finally slid his hands up and seized her tits, the white hands disappearing into the red flesh.
So soft and warm, the huge mounds conformed to his touch, seeming to need him as much as he needed them. Her legs held him tight against her even as he ground against her, stirring her with his cock like a mortar and pestle. His hands roamed her breasts like a sandbox RPG, shuffling the melon sized red orbs like a deck on her chest. They were soft to the touch and heavy, trying to swallow his eager hands.
They drifted up to her nipples and he resumed pinching and twisting the big red nubs. He knew she was getting close, both by the tightening of her cunt around his cock and by the fact that little beads of white appeared on her nipples as he teased them.
‘Some one is ready to burst.’ he said
‘Shut up and fuck!’ shouted Looma
Her lower arms stayed down, using the elbows to stabilize her and the upper arms joined his on her tits. She began arcing her back, lifting him up with her pelvis as her powerful accessory muscles were stronger than him. He continued fucking her though and her legs did a great job of pulling him back in like a leash when he wondered too far. The red strongwoman writhed in her bridal vestments, the white clashing wonderfully with the red as the veils collected sweat and clung to her.
Her breathing became frantic and one of the lower arms drifted to her cunt, slipping between them to play with the bulging clit.
‘Looks like you need a hand, luckily she has four.’ said Attea
‘Too bad I don’t need a tongue!’ spat Looma
‘Oh really, I think everyone can use an extra tongue.’ said Attea
The emerald bride leaned over and the long leathery tongue snaked out. It travelled the short distance and flicked her nipple, the slime taking instant effect.
‘Oh Fuck! Ben! Attea is…’ Looma said
‘I can see that.’ grunted Ben
Attea used her tongue to flick the nipple after Ben realised it. The prehensile tongue swirled around the nipple, closing into the bud as it left its slime in the wake. Then it wrapped around the large nipples, licking and swirling around it.
‘She can’t pleasure me, you are anyone’s bet.’ said Ben
Attea retracted her tongue while drawing closer with her face, until she was an inch from the nipple. Then she let go of it and just sucked on it. Her plump lips once painted white to match her garb closed around the nubs and she sucked hard. Eliciting a moan from Looma, she gulped, which Ben knew meant she was now lactating.
Looma was getting even more excited, the furnace of her cunt now the sweetest kind of hell. It began clamping down around him, she cumming close. He fucked harder and faster, wanting to finish them both off. Attea drank a few more gulps and then withdrew, watching a small stream of milk ooze from Looma’s breasts.
‘Well that was delicious.’ she said and then slung her tongue out to play with the other one
Ben watched her do what while she played with one of her tits, the milk running almost freely and staining the green breast. Looma used a hand to play with the green hair under the bridal veil of Attea and the others to support and play with herself. He felt his loins contracting and knew his time had come.
He didn’t bother announcing it, wanting to see the woman’s reaction when his restored seed was ejected from his cum blaster into her. His balls drained their contents into his cock hose and soon the torrents were filling up the crimson princess.
He watched her eyes grow wide, new pressure building inside her as her own womb was made home to Ben’s sticky white man juice.
‘You fuck! You’re cumming now!?’ she screamed
He doubled his efforts, which was almost painful for him as he was going numb all over from pleasure. He felt the pressure built as her womb was stretched with the sheer amount of spunk he was filling her with, his engorged super cock stopping anything from leaking. Looma began to bulge in the middle, amazing considering the strength of her rock hard 8 pack abs.
Her eyes closed and he knew she had cum too. Her body seized and she began to shake, her legs falling to the bed and spasming wildly. He held onto her tight as she contorted in orgasmic bliss, lips flapping wildly as she struggled to find words to describe the experience. The pulsating hot rod that broke her inside was giving her seed and pleasure and she loved it.
‘OOoooooh aaaaahhhh Fuck!’ she finally squealed
Attea kept licking her breasts with the long tongue, lapping up the milk with the muscle like a sick dog. Looma continued to flail about, completely unable to control her body as her arms flapped around. Now she was in a hole they made in the bed though so she couldn’t fall anywhere, especially with Ben pinning her down and still bucking.
His pleasure numb and exhausted cock was still oozing cum and hard, so he continued to use it in her rhythmically clenching cooch. There were now gushed of girl fluid from her lips when he moved, the pressure too great for the membranes to hold back liquid. Attea went up to Looma’s handsome face, leaving her jiggling tits alone as she caressed her face with a white gloved hand.
‘I can’t wait for us to be sisters.’ she teased
Looma opened two eyes to look at her and opened her mouth to spit a response. Then Attea pulled her in for a kiss. The green lips engulfed the red ones as the empresses kissed. Passion took over and Looma began caressing her face with a free arm while returning the kiss. Both her eyes opened, which Ben took to mean that Attea was shoving her tongue down her throat. A suspicion confirmed when a bulge appeared in her neck.
Ben finally began wilting as Looma calmed down, too exhausted to continue writhing. He sat back onto his heels, semi hard cock getting forced out by the back log of fluid. He watched in admiration of his handy work as the gaped pussy spewed forth their mixed juices. Creamy white bubbling jizz mingled with pussy juice flowed freely, staining the inner thighs and making a puddle in the bed as her belly deflated. Then turning to a stream once the excess was expelled.
Once it went to a trickle, he crawled between the two women. Both adorned in wrecked bridal garments and laying in puddles of their sexual fluids as they cemented their own union with their tongues. He squeezed in between their tits and let the red and green boobs flood over him in a tsunami of breast flesh as they made room for him.
They broke their kiss and laid beside him, both tired from their events. Looma supported his head and back with her left arms, one of her right ones tracing the muscles of his chest as her tits covered his face.
Attea lay on his other side, petting his head and hair while the other moved her enormous boobs around his face and chest.
‘Well, that was intense.’ said Attea
‘I shall not walk proper for a couple days.’ said Looma
‘So… who was better…’ asked Attea
Ben said his answer but the response was muffled by the tits that smothered his face. They moved their tits aside to free his face.
‘I can not say from just this night. There are so many things that go into determining the best cock sleeve. I haven’t fucked your tits yet, that’s important. To be true fuck sisters you’ll have to do some butt stuff. I need to see who is better at getting bent over.’
Attea smothered him with a tit again ‘He had no intention of marrying one of us.
Looma loughed and said ‘and why should he? Marriage is a silly proposal anyways. My people follow me because of me! Might makes right, not title.’
Attea chuckled and said ‘Indeed, I’m just so popular amongst my people. Let’s just share the fuck toy.’
The empresses laughed and Looma said ‘Good, let this usher in a new era of peace and prosperity between us.’
Ben pushed aside their meaty breast and guided the leaking nipples to his mouth. He took a red one into his mouth first and suckled, drinking deep from the well of her breast milk. After three solid gulps, he switched to the other breast. He drank more of the delicious milk from the green boob, using his lips, tongue and hands to milk the breasts.
The girls nestled into their double cuddle, watching the boy take turns sampling their milk as the excess ran along their generous curves into the bed. They all wanted to sleep, but then the bed worked its magic/science and his cock surged back to complete attention, stronger than ever with balls swollen like ripe grape fruits. The girls looked at each other, then at the man milking their tits, and then at his towering manhood, and back at each other with toothy grins.
This was going to be a golden age indeed.

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Ben 10: Omniharem	By : Praetor Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Omniverse Views: 112858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ben 10: Omniharem