It was surprisingly quite in the mess hall of the keep. Normally, you would expect barbarians, mercenaries and adventurers in a medieval world to be loud and noisy, especially during mealtime. But mealtime was over and besides...Lord Stark did not like to be disturbed. His men soon learned that Lord Stark was also wont to be generous if not disturbed, and so they kept their shouting and carousing to a minimum, trusting that their master would reward them with something worth it.
They were not to be disappointed.
Tigra walked into the room, hips swaying and breasts bouncing. She had long since discovered that with their new shape, her hips would naturally roll from side to side as she walked in an enticing up and down motion. There was nothing she could do about either that or the bouncing of her breasts - they were just too damn big. Not too surprisingly, every eye in the room was glued to her as she neared the tables.
"Hiya boys..." she purred. Away from her comrades' eyes, Tigra could finally admit just how hot she was getting. Everything from the stares in the room to the urges of her enhanced flesh seemed to be making her hornier and hornier. Stopping just short of the men, she struck a sensual pose, licking her lips and thrusting her huge breasts out. She had dressed herself hurriedly after making out with Bobbi, but what little clothing she wore left almost nothing to the imagination. She shook her hips a bit and arched her back, turning around to present her full ass to the staring men.
This was making her so hot...a part of her was still angry at the injustice of being turned into a busty slut in this new world, seemingly reduced to nothing but a collection of tits, curves and ass, but another part of her reveled in the sensations she was experiencing, the unbridled sexuality she was feeling and expressing, the excitement of showing herself off...and if her steadily dampening slit and hardening nipples were anything to go by, that side was winning.
Without warning, one of the men sprung up and kissed her roughly, pressing her against his chest. She moaned in surprise, grasping onto his body for balance and finding her hands running up and down his muscled body even as his ran over hers. They leaned further into the kiss, tongues entwining even as another pair of hands pulled off what was left of her bikini and started massaging her breasts. They were so big that the man's hands seemed to get lost inside as they rubbed, pulled and squeezed her taut nipples.
Finally breaking the kiss, Tigra sprawled herself onto the floor, smiling at the gathered men and ripping off her tattered panties. All the men had taken off their clothes as well at this point, and her mouth watered as she looked at all the erect cocks waiting for her. As for her...she was so wet that she was amazed she hadn't started leaking.
Slowly, sensually, Tigra fondled one huge boob, then the other. They were big enough for her to lick her own nipples, so that's what she did. Panting with desire, she ever-so-slowly spread her legs to the mens' hungry gazes.
"So...who's first?"
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