The Conquerors Bloodline - Chapter 296: Faces of Menagerie 1*

Kali had told him there was to be an event that morning. A surfing one at that.

At the bay, he watched as large gulfs rose in the distance, rushed towards the beach and as white lines of froth trailed behind boards of numerous colours straddled up the waves. Daring stuntmen out on a game of life or death.

He watched with intrigue as a wave, large, like, larger than anything he’d seen on earth, rose high. As a single form raced towards it and bounced from belly to feet and skated across it like Tony Hawk a half pipe.

It was a mystical sight, skill and unabashed confidence blended into one. At one moment, they were descending the half-pipe of salted water only to twist and go up, then at the top, they’d just as quickly come down only this time to pick up enough speed that they could sling themselves high and pirouette with such skill he could easily mistake them for birds with just how elegant their twirls were.

Then, as the tips began to curl down into a tunnel, they’d disappear. The crowd went silent, breaths all held as they stared eyes wide and darting as they followed the thinning opening hoping, praying that their daredevil would make it out. Nine times out of ten, they did. That other one, well, they’d be taken under. Their board would dart out of the sky like an arrow and would pierce so high it shocked people. Horror abound, people went silent, the crew of the vessels stood to attention, one with binoculars scanning the sea awaiting ahead to pop out so they could rush and get them out as swiftly as they could.

In the end, they always did. A head would pop up, a hand would be thrown aloft and a thumbs up would be given. Belated breaths of exaltation erupted and groups hugged, clapped and cheered.

All the while, Parc grunted in pleasure as he felt the sweet lips of a fem-deer wrapping around his shaft. He turned down to the woman, a young girl, cute and with perky brown hair cut short on one side of her head and left to dangle in braids on the other. She swept it over her ear and between her branching horns, short and thin and coloured with a pristine white. She looked up to him, her green-tinged orbs lost in a haze as she guzzled his meat with fervour.

He didn’t know her name, didn’t even know the name of the snake girl using his fingers like dildo’s or the petite mouse-milf suckling on his nipple like a newborn baby seeking milk whilst he fondled her tight little ass and fingered that cutesy butthole between her peachy cheeks.

They’d just sort of… appeared, yes, that’s the word. His intention hadn’t originally been to start some foursome sex-fest when he came to check the event out, yet somehow it had. The snake girl had been the first, she was plump breast wise and her hips curved out into an illustrious S shape that seemed appropriate considering that long, flat tail extruding from her lower back. Thin, black on top and yellow on the bottom. Indicative of a species all too famous on earth, a sea snake.

She dressed herself in a red leotard that when he first saw her clung to her snatch and formed a brilliant example of a cameltoe. The moment he’d stepped onto the beach her head had turned, locked to him as her nipples bulged and puffed out. He’d noticed her just as quickly, watched her descend the lifeguard’s chair and sweep back her tawny brown hair over her head and swagger towards him. Her sashay pendulous and sensual, drawing the eyes of man—and some women alike.

The boys watched enviously as she came to him, told him she needed to speak about his application to the lifeguard force and dragged him off into the distance. Past rocks and towards a little out of the way cove.

It didn’t take but a second after they were out of public eyes for Parc to be tearing at her swimsuit. Ripping it from her body and bending her over as he guided his shaft into her sodden vagina and reamed her heartily. Wet noises resounded loudly even in the sparse clashes of the waves hitting the jagged rock formations.

That’s when the second came along, that of the deer girl. Whether following her ears or her nose, she’d peaked her eyes over the precipice of stone and found Parc’s debauched pounding. He’d noticed her early but didn’t stop his vigorous rams. Finding delicate pleasure in the wimpish cries of his new serpentine cock sleeve.

When she noticed Parc’s gaze lock to her, the deer girl froze and met his gaze with her own. For a second he paused his slamming thrusts, hooked his arms around the quivering lifeguard and squeezed a voluptuous tit. Letting the deer girl know he could see her, to let her know what she was missing out on.

When she arrived, he pulled himself free from the lifeguard, let her collapse to her knees as the deer girl practically sprung onto him. It was an insane notion to most. Having a girl lunge onto you for sex. Parc hadn’t been expecting it himself, yet he was more than happy to accommodate her. He poked against her labia, her bikini panties in the way but continued to bounce her, letting wet noises erupt as she panted. It was when the lifeguard came around, crawling on shivering legs, that things picked up the pace.

She came behind the girl, gripped each string on the sides of her thighs and tugged, letting the loose pink fabric fall to the ground and revealed a puffy pink pussy and a tightly pressed sphincter. One rise, one fall, and Parc was sheathed inside her, breaking her hymen in the process, though no blood fell free. He was slow at first, his motions rocking but that quickly hastened as the serpent gripped the girl’s cheeks and pried them apart to get a better look at her tight little ass hole. In a second, her tongue pressed against it and the girl clamped her pussy tighter and let out a heartwrenching squeal as she slipped into a sensuous cacophony of climaxes. Her spritzing girl cum wet his stomach and dashed the already wet floor with glossy nectar.

As she drew to a lulling expression with her tongue dangling loosely from her lips, Parc laid her down to the side on the flattest stone he could find—not wanting to put her on the sand as that didn’t seem very pleasant—and turned to face his first guest.

Little had he been expecting that his first guest would have found a third. The milfish mouse girl. She hung there in the air, the serpent girls hands beneath her armpits holding her like a doll aloft. Her bikini top—which was of an odd design as it had not two, but four cups with two smaller ones beneath her upper pair of tits, hiding a smaller, flatter pair—and no panties at all. Though it wouldn’t have mattered as even with them, she would have been sodden not by water, but by her stringy vaginal lust juice.

She gaped at him like a deer in the headlights, not resisting her captors hold or Parc’s approach. Smiling devilishly, he lifted the petite, overly buxom mouse girl by her armpits and whispered to her, causing her cheeks to go scarlet as she nodded and licked her lips.

He knew she was older than himself, he wasn’t sure how though as he hadn’t asked her age, but something in him, power or just intuition, steered him towards her more aged points. A small grey strand of hair, or those little crowsfoot dimples beside her eyes, barely noticeable if he didn’t squint and look for them specifically.

Flipping her around, the serpentess dropped to her knees as the deery girl dazedly swaddled towards them. Taking his cock in hand, the lifeguard guided him to the short mouse girls crevice and once he was home, leaned in and lustily kissed the gasping woman’s clit.

Behind him the deer girl carefully pried apart his cleft, listening to the noises of his balls slapping the chin of the lifeguard while wet sloshes erupted from the gasping rodent nymph. She brought her tongue to his puckered sphincter, clean, thankfully enough, Parc had that much respect for himself and his partners to cleanse himself like a neurotic parakeet with a fetish for birdbaths.

Soon they swapped positions, he took the lifeguard serpent, let her wrap her tail around his thigh as he pummeled into her pussy while the other two suckled her nipples till they were puffy and sensitive. Finally, after filling the three up, their vigorous mating had calmed, each marked by a gem and panting exhausted breaths.

As the deer girl slurped jism from his dirtied shaft, Parc peered through the towering archway and to the ocean beyond. There he saw a form dancing amongst the wakes, clad in a body-hugging one-piece wet suit of blue and gold with vibrant orange hair and perky animal ears of a species he didn’t know, poking out the top of her head.

She was regal, smiling and from so far away he could even tell, laughing as she touched the clouds with one hand out, reached to them. He puffed, shivering as his new deer focused on his glans, and as the surfer landed upon the descending wake, climaxed.