Walking down the street on her way home from shopping, Susan
Storm came by a series of mats on the ground where people were selling off old
nick knacks. Finding some time, Susan looked over each little shop keeper’s
goods until she came across one where a woman wearing a red blanket over
herself offered a small key chain.
“Ooh, this looks pretty, how much?”
Jocasta smirked, letting the idol jingle in her silver hand
before answering. “Oh, a dollar will do, I’d give it for free, but I feel you
have to pay something to get something.”
“Deal!” Offering the single dollar and letting the idol
dangle between her fingers, Susan seemed entranced by it. It looked so simple;
a little bee made of silver with a ruby in the middle, but the longer she
looked at it the more entranced by it she was. She just had to show the rest of
her family this little thing. Hooking the keychain into her pocket, Susan made
her way back home, waving goodbye to the street seller only to find her and her
mat completely vanished. Shrugging, she went home.
By the time she had made it into the Baxtor building and
dropped her goods on the floor, Susan felt… Flustered, even having to unbutton
her top a bit and fan herself to cool down.
“Hey sis, how was your shopping trip?” Called Johnny, her
brother from the couch.
“Not bad, picked up this little thing on the way home.” She
answered, pulling out the idol from her back pocket. “Really? Let me see.”
The instant they both made contact with the idol, a spark
passed through them both, making them both shiver. Blinking, they made eye
contact and the warmth that had been making Susan uncomfortable earlier had
reached a boiling point. With the idol still in her hand, Susan lunged forward
and wrapped her arms around her brother, crushing her lips to his, which he
reciprocated, pulling her down onto the couch with him.
Their make out session continued to intensify, with Susan
straddling his waist and forcing her tongue into his mouth, she had no idea
what had come over her, but she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.
Feeling Johnny grope at her rear, Susan sat up and grabbed her blouse with both
hands, ripping open the fabric and letting buttons fly.
*
Days had passed in the forests of Asgard, where once there
was a single hut, now there were three. Shulk’s children had finally grown to
adulthood and were busy expanding their home, several of Jen’s sons went out to
hunt with their father, bringing in more food to feed their numbers. But now
that they had finally grown up, expanding the campsite wasn’t their only
priority.
“MORE! SHULK WANT MORE!”
Roaring out in passion, Shulk was on her hands and knees
while her adult son mounted her from behind. Her two daughters were in the same
position shoulder to shoulder with their mother while their siblings followed
suite. By now Shulk had adorn herself in crude jewelry, the idol necklace jingled
in the abyss of her cleavage while her basketball tits swung heavily with each
thrust, a pool of mother’s milk forming underneath her. She had threaded bone
beads into her hair along with feathers to bring attention to her fierce face.
Her tusks had grown to over an inch long now, highlighting the red war paint she
added over her face and body. She had used deer blood to smear herself in
warpaint to show off her curves and paint the mark of Jocasta over the dome of
her womb.
Pregnant again, and yet she still craved more, Shulk was
insatiable. “More! Make more orcs for tribe!”
“Yes! Mighty tribe, BIG tribe, me see it!” Moaned Jen’s
daughter to her left, rearing back with a wail as her brother came hard in her,
her eyes rolling back. Her long filthy hair was bound in a pair of ponytails
that hung over her shoulders; the ends tied with bird skulls which clacked against
her massive tits. “Shulk become chieftess of Orc horde! HORDE MOTHER!”
To her right her other daughter was occupied sucking off her
brother while another sibling was balls deep behind her, slapping her rear and
making her moan around his brother’s cock. She had shaved her hair into a fierce
mohawk with a ponytail beaded in deer bones. Like her mother and sister, she
too was covered in war paint that showed off her fertility and ferocity. “Grr…
You good fuck but you no blow good.” Grunted the brute with his cock in her
mouth, before she shoved him aside with a sneer.
“You want blow? Me show you blow!” Breathing hard, the
female orc blew into the bonfire, causing it to suddenly rage and turn green.
Everyone shuddered when the heat from the fire caused everyone to tense, their
muscles throb briefly. Shulk moaned as she felt her current lover grow harder
inside of her, gripping her flanks as he fired off rope after rope of cum into
her starving womb.
“Yes! GOOD daughters, Shulk proud of you…”