Goose, Mav and Carole are a polycule. Then lce comes into the picture and becomes Mav's boyfriend. It doesn't take long until Mav introduces lce to the group.
This is pure smut with several of Pin's Polycule @celedyn , @cythion , @noonmutter , @valarin-sunstorm @tristayranambrosio . Happy Valentines!
Pinapple flexed against the metal of the stocks, firm and cold against her skin, which was sprinkled in goosebumps, exposed to the air like this. She was properly entrapped, her hands and head firmly locked in place, bent over helplessly on the custom platform Leon had built for her. The potion he’d had her drink had left an odd taste on her lips, but she wasn’t worried. She trusted him.
He had teased them all, promising a romantic gesture. What she had expected to be a warm meal or a wholesome exchange of gifts had been instead her dear husband taking charge of them, and leading them into the basement to reveal his new stocks, arranged in a circle facing inwards. With a firm hand, he had them all stripped down and locked in. Pin’s eyes darted across to take in the view of Celedyn, taut muscles showing off well as he seemed to grin around his gag, his body tensing as Leon passed close, circling them as he decided just who was going to receive his first gift.
Trist was forward on her left. She had decided to wear her feminine self, likely as her connection to their home started in that form. She looked so beautiful, trussed up and clearly aroused, sweat already started to glisten on her body, a brilliant sheen on already vibrant pinks and purples. She gasped and let out a desperate moan when Leon smacked her ass as he passed.
She caught Cythion in the corner of her vision. He was to her side, and she could only see his head at this angle, sighing contentedly as Leon’s steps paused behind him. It warped into a pleasured moan of approval with one good, hard smack.
Finally, finally, he paused behind her. Her body shivered as she felt familiar hands groping her, getting a nice feel of her tits before snaking their way down to firmly grip her ass. She gave a surprised whimper as a finger delved into her asshole, forcing its way in. It was a surprise she welcomed with a pleasured grunt as she fought to relax. Her head perked as she heard the unfastening of his belt, followed by the all too familiar feel of his cock, its length rubbing along the lips of her well aroused pussy, gods… the relief of that tension, the feeling of skin satiating her need, the anticipation of him taking her there, in front of everyone….
He ground slowly against her, and her cries became more desperate, her lips drenching the ball gag as she tried to beg for him to fill her.
Instead, she felt his hands on her back, and the feeling of his body leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Thanks for the lube, luv.” With that, he pulled away completely, ignoring her muffled protest.
Her lust was just barely slaked as she watched him walk back to Celedyn, quickly grasp that absolutely stellar ass of his, and without further ceremony, drove himself deep into his Elven lover, who released the most delighted squeal.
Pin almost came from just the sight of it.
She watched with a drunken hunger, her body hot with arousal, drinking in the site of Cele being thoroughly fucked hard, Trist squirming against her restraints, only able to imagine what was happening as her view was impeded. It was so much stimuli to drink in, and Leon certainly knew how to put on a show. He seemed ready to prove it as his limbs began to elongate, the fur slowly beginning to grow, his form beginning to tower higher, and Celedyn’s pleasured groans deepened into a surprised yelp as the wolf grew while hilted inside him.
Despite his experience, Celedyn did not last long against this assault on his senses. His eyes grew leaden and dull as his body adjusted to the worgen’s size and strength, and Pin could swear she could see the shape of his cock straining against his body from within. A gasping cry escaped his lips as Celedyn came, painting the floor with his seed as his hips quivered against Leon’s girth, and the wolf gave a wild snarl as he thrust somehow deeper, hips quaking as his orgasm pulsed inside.
He held for a moment, gasping, unwilling to move in the wake of such pleasure. Pin’s eyes took in Leon pulling his cock out slowly, spattering himself with his own cum as his knot popped free, with yet more draining from Celedyn’s properly fucked ass. His body began to shrink as Leon reverted to his human self, drenched in sweat and momentarily sated. He looked right at her as he picked up a bottle of water and downed it in one long chug, announcing his intent to continue more clearly than words ever could.
Pin thought she was going to die, from dehydration if nothing else, as she had never felt so aroused in her life, and agonized over the inability to do anything about it. Celedyn was already pouting as Leon moved along. Smart to begin with him, his desire was almost unquenchable, and to give him the first taste would only leave him wanting more.
He lazily walked over to Trist, who was squirming at just the sound of his steps and the sheer sense of his presence approaching her. She moaned helplessly at the first touch to her breasts, he leaned down to get that citrus-sweet taste of her at the nape of her neck. She shuddered as she felt his arousal pressing against her, and her body gave in to the anticipation right as he entered her folds. Wracked with mewling cries as her body quivered in orgasm, Leon was a cruel master and did not give her the kindness of a reprieve. He simply fucked her right through it, and began to transform once more. The distending of her body against the girth of the wolf was more noticeable as he grew within her, her cries of pain and pleasure growing more desperate as she realised what was happening. She’d known the wolf had gotten involved before just from hearing him, but had been unable to glean what exactly he’d done to Celedyn from her limited viewpoint. This time, the wolf indulged himself and rutted against her for some time, her body shaking and writhing wildly with each thrust. Gods, was he always that big? What was in that water? Pin’s thoughts turned to the future, her properly drenched pussy quivering from just the imagination of him properly fucking her as she watched Trist buckling against him.
With a howl and a high, keening cry, the two were undone, and he managed to messily disengage from her.
Pin could not hide her excitement as he changed direction, smacking Celedyn’s ass yet again as he passed by, eliciting an excited growl from the elf, all too eager for another round. He dipped from her view, and she whimpered in desperate prayer, seemingly answered with the feel of rough hands against her hips, the feel of his eager cock rubbing against her once more.
She wailed desperately though as he teased, “Thanks, hellcat, never can have too much lube.” She strained against her bonds, legitimately testing her enhanced strength against the stocks, threatening to break them altogether in her desire to force her dear husband to ravage her before she went insane. Unfortunately he seemed to have anticipated this, a custom build that accounted for her particular gifts, her efforts only rewarding her with pained marks on her skin.
Her concentration was broken at the site of Cythion beside her, drool pooling against his gag as his head shook, deep, low growls and groans as Leon began to fuck him. Leon’s hand moved to cup his chin, and she drank in the sight of his fingers lengthening into claws. The wolf grasped him tightly as the stocks shuddered against the sheer force of it. She could see Cythion’s every reaction to each movement; she was getting a contact high just from watching him. Fuck…
Her body shuddered, she cried out as white hot bliss finally released her from her tortured hell.
Holy shit. She actually came.
The stars from her eyes and the fog in her head were interrupted by muffled words and dulled sensations of touch along her body.
Her stupor finally gave way to the sensation of his cock forcefully entering her needy cunt, slamming her against his body properly. He didn’t give her much time to adjust as he sped up, forcing her to cry out in pleasured pain against her gag. She could see the others looking right at her, lust in their eyes, as eager to watch her turn as to get another of their own. The intensity of the eroticism was overwhelming.
She could feel him grow, the presence of him dwarfing her completely, she could feel the fur growing and brushing against her skin, a bit of a ticklish squeal escaping her lips alongside her growls and moans. She could feel the dig of his claws, the small trickle of blood on her hip as they dug into her.
And cogs, could she feel him grow inside her. More, more and more, her body stretching wildly to make room for him. She felt like she would truly rip apart, and likely would have, she suspected, if not for the concoction that he’d had her take beforehand. She did not last against this attack; as much of an unassailable bulwark as she could be on the battlefield, Pinapple was a mewling pathetic little mess of a woman in the claws of the wolf, and she felt a deluge of warmth erupting deep within her.
The world was a blur, completely out of focus as her body went limp, her legs refusing to work anymore. She could feel his cum continuing to drain from her used pussy as he left her to recover.
Cogs, she was such a whore. And she loved it.
Leon let them stew for a moment, recovering and trapped within their lust.
She had expected that to be the end of it, to be released and drawn into a massive cuddle pile for aftercare with everyone.
But Leon smirked. And dragged one of the stocks into the center of the circle, offering a knowing wink to his wife in response to her quizzical expression. And as he moved out of her sight, she was surprised to see him leading Valarin in the room. Her shocked expression was replaced with… warmth, a somewhat wholesome amount of joy and pride aimed towards her fellow spouse, which he responded with a nervous, but appreciative smile.
With a bit of loving care, despite the sheer eroticism of the situation, Leon secured him into the stock, giving them all an amazing view from the side. “Proud of you, Sueñito,” he purred to his husband before securing the gag.
She shared in that pride as she wanted Valarin’s body quiver as his husband entered him, enraptured at the site of Leon plunging into him with practiced expertise. He enjoyed it, taking his time, being ever so gentle with him, before beginning the transformation one more time. She made sure to commit the sight to memory, the strain of Val against his restraints as Leon grew visibly within, watching him stretching against the girth of the wolf was intoxicating.
Val was undone, his arousal erupting wildly as Valarin’s hips shuddered against the wolf, who continued to drive in, painting his insides forcefully with another victorious growl.
