Threesomed 2(5)

By: New Dawning Books


"Careful, there. Don't let any of that go to waste." She pointed at the growing lake in the middle of walnut slats.

He stammered and slipped in the spilled ale, much to Muca's amusement. He stumbled and stood, mug overflowing and dripping ale onto the wet floor. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of top of his shirt as he breathed deeply. Muca grinned with delight. She stole his breath. He squirmed, adjusting the top of his tight slacks, which couldn't hold his growing erection.

She loved transforming in front of a captive audience because she relished watching men and women lick their lips in bald lust. She liked watching them try in vain to keep from staring at her huge breasts. It didn't matter to her whether the enraptured person was a man or a woman – she enjoyed the heat that rose in the room at the sight of her transformation. More than anything, she loved to approach aroused men and women and seduce them when they were at their most vulnerable.

Men often walked into beams, drove into rivers, or stumbled over their own feet when they saw her switch from a large, spotted tawny feline into a tall, voluptuous ginger-haired vixen. Women absent-mindedly fondled their breasts or tousled their hair, eyes at half-mast, cheeks flushed, and moist lips plump and rosy with lust. Pints paused halfway to their lips and eyes open wide, the men could only stare at her, both in amazement and in bald arousal. She knew the look and she loved seeing it when it presented itself.

As usual, it took a woman to snap the stupefied men out of their trance. The delicious woman Muca had watched nurse her infant poured herself a pint. Muca eyed her with interest. She had indeed lost all her baby weight. Broad hips filled out a flouncing skirt, capped by a wide leather belt cinching her small waist. Her white cotton blouse slipped off her shoulders, revealing deep cleavage and full, firm, milk-filled breasts. Muca wanted to ditch the ale and taste a little motherly ambrosia.

"C'mon, boys, she doesn't have anything you haven't seen before. Not that you have much luck with the ladies in these parts." They continued to gape at Muca, who couldn't control her giggles. "Well, maybe her change was a bit much for you, huh lads?"

"We're still coping with your change, love," one of the men said. "How about you come over here and give us a taste?"

"That wouldn't be polite," she teased and looked Muca directly in the eye. "Ladies first."

Muca's blinked her eyes and stared at the woman. Am I that obvious? "Are you offering?"

"You've been begging for a suck since I saw you in the field a few hours ago. I can see it in your face. Trust me, I know the look. The lads give it to me all the time."

Muca's heart skipped a few beats as she sauntered towards the lovely woman. Her mouth watered as she thought of wrapping her lips around those magnificent globes. "Well, if you insist…"

One of the men, a strapping lad with muscles rippling his arms and along his ribs, grasped the woman by the upper arms, pulling her backwards against him. His long black hair fell in his face but not enough to hide his shining emerald eyes from Muca. Once I'm done with this beautiful lady, I'll take him on the banquet table. Held prisoner in his grasp, the woman thrust her chest at Muca, who lowered her blouse until enormous sun-kissed breasts lay uncovered, cool air brushing brown nipples, hardening them.

Muca grasped the right breast, lifting it as she wrapped her lips around the hard nipple. She didn't need to suck much before sweet, warm milk flowed in her mouth. How many years had it been since she tasted a mother's milk? As she sucked, small hands kneaded her full breasts. And then a pointed tongue flicked her earlobe as the woman whispered in her ear.

"My name is Francesca. You are delicious. Let them suck on you. They love to do that."

Imagining several men tend to her sexual needs excited her. Muca purred in her ear. "I'm Muca, and I certainly will let them if they wish."

Francesca laughed rang like chimes in her ear. "Muca means "cat" in Romany. If you don't want to tell me your real name, that's all well and good, Muca. Just enjoy all of us, especially if you're able to get us out from under Derp's rule. He's horrid."

"I understand that. My Marquis shall deliver for you. I'll see to it. Now let me finger you until you come."

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