There was just one thing about her that Conductor had to understand.
Margo was a woman regularly deprived of the essentials: friends, manners and cock. This was something important to note because during a monster courting, the courted and the courtee was supposed to cement their covenant in a breeding den. A place where she would not be heading to anytime soon. Outside the den, the human was free game.
So he couldn't, and shouldn't, and probably wouldn't be mad about the cock in her mouth.
The glyph gear user, after waking up earlier in the cockpit, was trapped.
Her slender body couldn't fit through the jammed hatch doors, thick and wide ass wedged between the sliver of an opening. Margo left Conductor on her command seat. The slime sleeping so soundly that she didn't dare wake him. Her slime very much unaware that she groped him in his slumber, using his slime-cum to lubricate herself to the point she could slip through the hatch doors.
A plan that didn't work out as she hoped.
Margo's shaking arms held up her upper body, breasts bobbing and bouncing all the while. She tried to keep herself still, the noise of her soft mounds rhythmically slapping each other was rather loud. And if her mind drifted, Margo worked into the thrusts. Audible sounds of her throat struggling with the thickness in her mouth were abound. She couldn't help it. The cock pushed and pushed and she rocked into it, breathing heavily through her nose.
This aggressive cave slime wasn't one for playing around.
It transformed into various monster cocks, enticing her with its range and knowledge of male genitalia.
Right now, she had a southern continent goblin dick thrusting through her cheeks. The red shaft fatter than a tree trunk and the ridges that scraped and oozed sweet-tang aphrodisiacs on her tongue- Goodness, it felt so, so good. Her pink plump lips struggled to keep that beast in her dirty mouth, drool and pre-cum gushing out from each plunge in.
The slime wasn't alone in his efforts for her affections either.
Two more of them, smaller than Conductor and the one fucking her mouth, had climbed her back and went into the cockpit. They didn't go far, perching themselves on her rear and rubbing themselves against her privates. One was cold, the other was hot. They alternated, driving her into a frenzy as she tried to each their magic. Freezing her tender tush, they slapped her cheeks. Warming her dripping slit, they pushed chilly cocks into her and vibrated. Laughing at how her hips would push back out, taking their frosty dicks and flee from their erotic torture.
It was obvious that these slimes watched her and Conductor, attempting to use his methods in their own style.
And to think, all of this happened because she asked for a little push. Thank goodness for cave slimes taking it literally.
The slime in front changed its form, becoming the double-headed twin tip shaft of a lessor wyrm.
The bestial burning cock nearly cooked her tongue. Okay, something needed to change.
Margo backed away, letting the cock fall out. "Hey, do you three need pointers or something? Your fucking skills are terrible." she said, slamming her closed fist down. "I'm not into hot or cold. Shape doesn't matter to me. It's size. And goodness, don't you three know a thing about foreplay?"
The slimes wobbled at her. Margo rolled her eyes.
"You-" she pointed to the slime with cock transformations. "I've always wanted a lupine beastbane's cock into my mouth. That crazy knotting action. Being forced to keep that engorged shaft in until the cock swells down..." she drooled, eyes glossy as she imagined it. A dog beastman rutting her until the sun came up. Margo turned her attention to the slimes in the cockpit. "You guys, use cold or hot. Not both. And stop messing with my pussy and ass. Touch my thighs or my knees or the middle of my back. Those places are sensitive too."
They vibrated in response.
"So let's try this again. Go."
Apparently, the slime in front did know some things about foreplay.
It transformed into a wolfy cock, pink mottled skin running down a thick shaft and a juicy-looking cockhead placed on top. Two sizable balls swollen and ready. The wolf-cock didn't jump into her mouth like the last transformation. Instead, it rubbed against her lips, massaging on the sensitive skin. Margo smirked at that, enjoying the caress. Its cockhead moved to her cheeks, marking them in hot runny seed.
The slime was good with smells too. The air went rank with beastbane musk, that aroma that kicked in when a beastman was in heat. Hot and full of rich odor, she inhaled, intoxicated by the want and need made into smell.
Margo shivered, mouth-watering from the scent becoming taste on her tongue.
Studying her reaction, the slime seemed content with itself. Margo opened her mouth, ready to take the shaft in. The wolf-cock entered slowly, inch by inch. Its warm meaty shaft pushing her tongue flat as it went inside. Already erect, the cock wept creamy cum from the head, the white goodness running down the back of her throat. As Margo struggled swallowing, audible and nasty gulps echoing in the mine, the slime watched her. Enjoying the sound of her struggling with the amount of seed it streamed.
