Observation

Erotic short. A woman watches a young mage had and transformed by the Beast.

Rated E, 2.4k, M/M, F/F, some M/F. A continuation of the Golden Lion, also including Meri and the Beast.

A young woman observes a game of sorts between the Beast and some students at the local magical college — he chases them down and fucks them until a final winner is declared. In the meantime, her and the priestesses touch each other.

Featuring come inflation, breast expansion, lactation, whining, size difference, throat-fucking, breastfeeding, messy tits, barbed cock, voyeurism.

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It’s a race.

It’s a race to escape, and it’s exciting to watch, is fun — this is very different to being strapped to the altar and being inducted into the priesthood, is different to being made to submit ritually to the Beast. It’s no wonder that it’s only the priests and priestesses that are allowed to observe races like this one, allowed to watch.

Meri doesn’t know if she’d have taken the Beast quite as seriously, if she’d seen this — she’d been warned that he was a creature of the nether dimensions, that he could make a tether of your name and drag you into the dark with him, that if he did that, there was no bringing you back.

That they didn’t even know what he did with the girls he pulled into his realm, exactly, that he fucked them, bred them, used them as he pleased, and that all they knew for certain was that they wouldn’t be coming back.

The people running the maze, sprinting down the halls of the glass-walled labyrinth, are not temple priestesses — these are mages from the Sorcerers’ College on the lake, and they are laughing as they flee from him. They’re actually, genuinely having fun, and she watches raptly as she sits forward, her hands on her knees, gripping loosely at the soft, flowing fabric of her skirt.

The Beast, too, is laughing — his hoarse, throaty laughter seems to fill the room as he chases after the fleeing students on all four paws, his back legs working to propel him forward, and although he’s near well three times the size of most of the students running from him, he manages the corners almost as gracefully as they do, using his wings and tail to help him make the sharp turns and round after them.

“Why aren’t they frightened of him?” she asks, and Urta, a woman who was once a royal guard and has broad, stacked shoulders, lets out a low, derisive sound.

“Because they’re stupid,” she says.

“They have magic, use magic,” says Levina from the step beneath her — her shoulder is resting against Meri’s knee, and Meri can’t help but think of the warmth of it against her. “They think it makes them able to handle themselves, where the Beast is concerned.”

Meri watches raptly as one of the young men, a chubby boy with thick cascades of dark hair and small, plump tits slips on what must have been a wet or too-smooth piece of floor, and slams directly into one of the nearest glass walls. He’s so close that Meri feels as if she could go right up and touch the glass, place her palm against one of his spread ones — his tits are pressed flat, and she can see the pink flesh of his pebbled nipples, see the slight roundness of his belly press to the glass too.

The Beast is on top of him before he can right himself and start to run again, and she looks with fascination at the young mage’s expression, at the way that he’s laughing and then for a moment looks terrified, as the Beast also skids on the floor and then slams into the glass, his body framing the one beneath him, his hand-paws against the glass so that Meri can see how huge they are in contrast to the young man’s slim fingers, see his dark claws.

The Beast is huge over the young man, a looming figure, his wings curling around them, and Meri remembers how it feels, the shadow of those wings over her.

She remembers the other sensation too — the young man howls, his face pressed hard against the glass, as the Beast shoves his huge, spined cock inside him, and she has no doubt that that’s precisely what he’s done, because she can see it through the young man’s belly. She can see the slight bulge of it through his abdomen, up against the glass, as the Beast’s prick settles in him all the way to the root, and she can see as the moment of terror on the young man’s face gives way to pleasure — pleasure and some sort of joy, too, because he’s laughing again.

She doesn’t hear what he says, muffled as it is against the glass and said through his laughter, but whatever it is, it makes the Beast laugh too.

“My seed is sterile outside of my realm, boy,” the Beast says, thrusting his mighty hips, and in the position they’re in, both of them up against the glass, the Beast’s wings flapping slightly as if to help him get deeper with each movement, they look like some sort of tableau. The great lion’s head dwarfs the young mage’s, the top of his mane brushing against the boy’s curls of hair, and she can see the width of his muscled body behind the boy’s, see his little tits bounce with each thrust inside him. “Unless you accompany home after this game today, nothing I’ve sown inside you will grow.”

“Except my tits,” he says with a whine in his voice, and the Beast laughs again. Meri stares at him, looks at his face as he thrusts inside the boy, fucks him — he’s younger than Meri and any of the other priestesses, must only be twenty or so, twenty-five at the oldest. He seems more than merely small or young: there’s something pliable about him, enticingly flexible.

She wonders how warm he feels around the Beast’s prick, how wet and tight he is inside, and she wonders what it might be like to fuck a boy like this after the Beast is done with him, feel how plump and fat his belly is with the Beast’s come already crammed inside him, see his milky tits frothing — feel them spurt with milk over her hands as she grips at them, pull at them.

“Enjoying yourself, Meri?” Urta asks beside her, and Meri glances at the other priestess as she leans in closer, sliding along the bench until Urta’s touching her — touching the front of her dress, and she realises that she’s leaking with the thought of it, of milking that boy’s tits in her hands. Urta grips at her dress and tugs downwards, and Meri groans at the relief as both of her tits are released, bouncing over the hem of her dress as it’s pulled down to her midriff.

“Oh, wow,” says Levina, and she laughs — Meri can see the white drip of milk from each of her nipples, can feel it releasing and can’t control it, tries to focus but can only feel the warmth of her own throbbing chest on each side, her own cock hard between her legs and wet at its head. “Still new to this, aren’t you, Meri?”

“Can’t he hear us?” Meri asks, and then grips hard at the bench underneath her as Urta dips unceremoniously and sucks one of her nipples into her mouth — her tits are so much bigger than they used to be, were once barely mosquito bites, and now since the Beast has fucked her, each of them are big, heavy, round, weighted. She’d been nervous about the slight sag to them, once they didn’t have the come-fat belly the Beast had given her to rest them on, but the other girls have enthused about them, have said it’s natural, delightful, even.

“You need to give him your name, he can’t steal it from you,” Levina says, and Meri looks up to the glass again and makes eye contact with the Beast as he keeps thrusting his hips forward, shoving the mage against the glass with each spear of his cock inside him. His tits are growing, Meri can see, are already twice as big as they were before, and his belly is bloating with the Beast’s come flooding into him.

She remembers how it felt, the heat and the wetness of it, the weight of it, and she imagines the Beast fucking her again, fucking her like this, from behind, instead of her flat on her back on the altar — what must it feel like, tits pressed up against the cool panes of the observation glass, belly growing and then flattening because it can’t expand further anymore, and knowing people are watching you?

Urta presses down with her teeth, not biting but just delivering pressure to squeeze more milk out of her tit, and Meri lets out a shout and grips Urta by the hair as Levina pushes up Meri’s skirts and sucks her cock into her mouth at the same time.

Levina’s mouth is warm and wet around her, her lips pressing in close around the width of her prick, and she can feel her cockhead sliding over Levina’s tongue, feel it sliding deep into her throat. Levina swallows her down as though it’s nothing, as though it’s easy, and Meri is crying out as she grips tighter at Urta’s hair, forcing Urta’s head in closer to her chest, desperate for the release of it, of her milk letting down and not just dripping like it is on her other side, but being suckled into the heat of her mouth. Urta’s tongue flicks over her nipple, somehow in perfect synchrony with the flick of Levina’s tongue over the underside of her cock, and Meri’s body surges.

The Beast is roaring over their heads, and she stares up helplessly at the Beast’s partner — the boy’s belly is fat and looks pregnant with the amount of seed stuffed inside him, his fat tits sitting on top of it, and his milk is streaking down the glass. Whenever the Beast shoves him into the pane with one of his thrusts, the pressure on his tits squeezes out a bit more milk, and she whimpers at the look of it, at the feel of the girls sucking at her — she wishes it was her fucking that boy, her shoving him into the glass and forcing his tits to leak, and at the same time, she wishes she was in his position herself, feeling her belly bloat again, feeling the Beast’s huge, barbed cock dragging at her inner walls and the fur of his belly on her back.

The mage is crying out, and she stares eagerly at the way his whole body shudders as he comes, the way his tits bounce and jiggle, the way his lips quiver and his eyes close tight shut.

All of a sudden, Meri is coming too, coming right down Levina’s throat as she grips at Meri’s thighs and bobs her head down over her prick, swallows —

Urta does bite, then, just a little nip, and Meri is letting out harsh, desperate sounds as she feels her balls draw up, feels her cock twitching in Levina’s mouth, feels the shocks of it run up her spine.

The Beast is looking straight down at her, she realises, and she whines as she feels the tightness in her body suddenly release, feels herself going from coiled tight as she comes to feeling utterly, completely lax, her limbs suddenly exhausted, her body sprawling back on the bench. Urta and Levina are still touching her, Levina wiping her mouth with the back of her lips and tugging down her skirt with the other; Urta is massaging Meri’s sore and almost-empty tit with her hands, sucking down the last of the hindmilk, and it aches, and at the same time, it’s a wonderful relief.

An attendant has walked into the maze to take the mage boy out — to all but roll him out, she can’t help but think, he’s so rounded out with the Beast’s come, his tits leaking.

The Beast has given chase down the corridor, and just as he grabs the next mage and shoves him down onto the floor, Levina leans up to suck Meri’s other nipple into her mouth, and Meri wails at the sensation of it, at the slide of Levina’s tongue around her nipple, flicking at it, playing over it before she begins to suck.

The next mage the Beast has caught is on his back on the floor, and she’s fascinated as she watches the young man — this one is a bit older, is taller, much more muscular — actually try to tousle with the Beast, as if he isn’t a god, as if he isn’t a spirit of the nether-depths, as if he isn’t thrice the boy’s size and holds immeasurable power over him.

“You’re a bold one, boy!” the Beast laughs as he dodges and shifts out of the way of the mage’s kicks and shoves of his hands, and then suddenly pins him down on his back with two paws on his wrists, and the young man is too tall and not quite flexible enough to reach to kick the Beast in the face.

He’s a big man, but he looks tiny under the Beast’s body, even before the Beast moves forward and suddenly drops his weight down on top of him, and Meri’s left watching as the Beast shoves the huge length of his cock not into the young mage’s arse, but down his mouth, and into his throat.

His howls of protest are muffled, but she can see how hard his cock is, see it standing up straight before the Beast leans down enough that he can thrust it against his fur, and the Beast sighs out a sound of growling satisfaction.

Meri’s spent cock twitches between her legs, and Urta takes the time to release her empty breast and move to kissing Levina over Meri’s other one — they’re squeezing it with their hands as they lick into each other’s mouth, milk squirting over their lips, and she’s never been so aroused as she is in this moment.

She feels dizzy with it.

“How many more mages are there?” she asks breathlessly, hearing how high her voice has gone in desperation, hears the near-keen to her voice.

“Five more before a winner is declared,” Urta says. “Not including this one. You want to watch the whole game?”

“Fuuck,” Meri groans, and reaches blindly for Levina and Urta’s cocks as they keep suckling at her. She hasn’t got the stamina for it, but the idea of not watching when it feels this good to observe is unthinkable.