Extra Lewd: Saw’s Revenge [❤️❤️❤️]

“Daddy Quinn…?” Thanksgiving cooed as she leaned over your desk, her massive tits covering the map you're working on. She was a sweetheart, but a bit dense. Very much like her father.

“What’s up, sweetie?” You push away her chocolate-colored breasts before they leak any more milk on your desk.

“Remember father Saw?” She bit her lip as she stood up, revealing a trickle of femcum trailing down her luscious thighs. You wipe away a bit of the drool on your lips, the memories of how the minotaur ravaged you on the ship, his yardstick of a cock filling you up…you blink a few times.

“Of course.”

She squeezes her arms together, her titflesh spilling out of her tight robe and sending drops of milk into your face. She was completely oblivious, the airheaded bimbo biting her plump lip. You lick your face clean before she has a chance to get embarrassed.

“Can we visit him?”

“You know where he is, Thanksgiving. You can go by yourself.”

“But daddy!” She stomps a hoof and whines. “I wanna go…with you…” She blushes and looks away. D’awww. She wants a mother-daughter bonding experience with the beast who ravaged you!

“That sounds lovely!” You clap your hands and snap away your sets of clothing.

The trickle between Thankgiving’s legs turns into a flow, her innie nipples sprinkling milk with every heaving breath.

“Oh my gosh, daddy! Really?!”

“Yup!”

You open a mist door leading into Saw’s enclosure. His DESIRE buffets into you, and you allow the transformation to take place. Your breasts swell a few cup sizes as another set of horns curve around your ears. Your feet extend into hooves and you turn to look at your excited daughter. You see the milk flowing from her nipples in a torrent, her sire’s DESIRE affecting her even from such a distance. It could be a problem, but what you’ve learned recently could help reduce the interruptions of pregnancy.

“Hold still.” You say as you weave shadow magic into a womb tattoo emblazoned right above her pussy.

“Saw won’t stop even when you want to give birth, so this should slow down your conception.”

“Awww.” Thanksgiving slumped. She always wanted to be a mother.

“I said delay, not stop.” You flap your wings to reach high enough to pat her head. Then you pull her through the mist gate and into the forest.

When the two of you land, you huff in the heavy musk in the air. Thanksgiving already has one hand caressing her snatch. She looks around excitedly, until an echoing roar sends a shiver down her spine.

Saw charges from the trees, his erect shaft proudly on display. Thanksgiving just stares at him blankly, her tail whipping back and forth impatiently. She holds her arms out, ready for the minotaur to ravish her. He nearly reaches her, but shadowy tendrils wrap around him and stopping him in his tracks.

“Daddy!” Thanksgiving swings around and glares at you.

“Now, sweetie. Saw isn’t some pump and dump chud…you have to appreciate him like a fine wine.”

You walk past her and kneel down to get a better look at the straining bull’s equipment. You bury your face into his cantaloupe-sized nuts and take a deep huff. Your womanhood is begging for the thirty-six inch monster resting between your horns, but you need to make sure your daughter can appreciate her father in all his majesty. You beckon her closer to take a whiff, and her eyelids flutter with arousal. Every breath both of you take causes your minotaur bodies to leak greater and greater quantities of milk.

You take the lead with your tongue, wrapping around the throbbing length of a shaft thicker than your forearm. The colossal meat-stick twitches under your touch. You beckon your daughter to approach as you place kiss after kiss up the length. She follows your lead, gently placing her lips on every inch of her sire’s manhood. Her eyes widen and her slits trembles with anticipation. The pair of you stare at each other as you worship the godly cock, your thick lips occasionally brushing against each other. Beyond all comprehension, Saw’s penis spasms and swells even more.

You smile as Thanksgiving’s eyes roll back when the both of you share a deep kiss at the tip of his length, waves of DESIRE invigorating you both. You will the tendrils to pull Saw to the ground, so both of you could better appreciate the pillar of meat before you.

Saw is flat on the ground, yet when you kneel, it reaches up to your chins. Thanksgiving is salivating at the sight, too distracted to notice when you pull her close, until your nipples touch each other, your breasts enveloping the length between your bodies. You squat up, your nipples gliding across your bimbo daughter’s milky tits. Thanksgiving quickly follows suit until the both of you are working together to jack off Saw with your bodies.

You move out of synch at first, trembling every time your pass each other. But slowly, you move in tandem, meeting at the top to share deeper and deeper kisses, until the two of you are French kissing as you rub your breasts across Saw’s dick. The both of you increase the pace, and you pull her tighter to you by her love handles.

A tremble shivers from the base of the cock you and sandwiching, and a geyser of white explodes between you two, covering you in thick goop.

Thanksgiving is frozen in awe, the two of you completely covered in spunk.

“The best part?” You purr in her ear. “That was just pre.”

She starts panting heavily as her eyes travel across your glazed bodies. You smirk when her innie nipples grow out of their areolas to become thick, juicy nubs. You grab them and twist to get her attention.

“Now play along.” You whisper.

You stand up quickly and laugh loudly.

“Ohohohohohoho! This brute has served his purpose. Let us go, my wonderfully virgin daughter.”

You turn around and begin walking away, letting your thick ass jiggle with every step. The pair of you keep walking, Thanksgiving casting a few confused glances in your direction as Saw’s DESIRE spikes.

And then you release the shadows holding him back.

One second, you’re walking away arrogantly.

The next, Saw’s got his massive hands wrapped around your waist, plunging his monstrous cock into your depths.

Your mind blanks out for a second as the blissful violence overtakes you. He rams his girth into you like a jackhammer, spreading your legs apart as the force sends ripples through your soft minotaur body. It takes three slams of your own tits in your face before you can see your daughter enjoying the show, her expression fuzzy and distracted.

She’s watching this ten foot monster cocksock you like you did Halloween , and both of you can’t get enough. Thanksgiving has her entire hand up her pussy as she witnesses your screams of terror devolve into unintelligible grunts of ecstacy.

“Guh, gegh, glgh.”

Yeah, like that.

He’s using you as a toy, his titanic rod splitting you as every thrust careens into you with enough force to send you flying…if his thick cock wasn’t vacuum-sealed inside your cunny. His hands get another grip on you, this time from your milky tits. He squeezes them angrily, milk spraying out like a kinked hose.

All at once, you are filled with his climax, your belly swelling until it looks like he’d shoved a beachball up there. Then, he pulls you off his dick like a discarded condom and drops you on the ground. The hazy afterglow is only the beginning.

Saw may be stupid as all hell, but he could recognize one word well.

Virgin.

He turns his attention to his daughter, as she wipes away the drool from her mouth. Her erect nipples squirt out rivulets of milk with every heaving breath of her massive rack. She’s kneeling down, her thick thighs wet with her own juices.

The shadow of his titanic rod looms on her face. Thanksgiving licks her lips and leans forward to kiss the tip of his cock, still slick with your juices.

You should mention that minotaurs, having muzzles, give the best head. And Thanksgiving was one of two minotaur succubi, with perfect cock sucking lips. Unlike September, who could hoover up a prick like a seasoned professional, Thanksgiving is a size queen who had yet to find the cock to perfect her technique on.

Until now.

Saw is happy to watch her take the length in her mouth, though even with her perfect dick sucking mouth, she can’t go very far. She takes the tip in her mouth, looking up at the unimpressed minotaur with flushed cheeks.

“Glurk glurk glurk.”

She brings her up massive chest to start titfucking and fellating the length, pushing the massive cock further and further down her throat.

But Saw didn’t like to wait.

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her mouth from his length with a loud *pop*. And then he got to work.

He flipped her over and impaledhis cock through her mouth and down her body. Her pussy was right in front of his face now, his hot breath brushing against her lips, but Saw was beyond reciprocity. He uses her, as he used you.

It’s your turn to watch, schlicking your fingers though your wet pussy, angling your hand so you can get a good view over your rotund stomach. Every now and then, you’d bring your spunk-covered hand to your lips and slurp at it like a snack.

Thanksgiving herself was lost to the bliss, Saw’s heavy balls slamming into her face as her tits rippled wildly under the vigorous facefucking. Her pussy was leaking as much as her tits now, anticipatory femcum flowing down her chest and into her face. She blinked a few times, getting her bearing enough to notice you leaning against a tree, pulling your pussy lips apart to see the gallons of spooge leaking out of your abused slit.

She watches you as you slowly trail up the semen across your swollen belly, between your heaving tits, and into your mouth.

“Ah, he’s used me and now he’s violating my poor daughter…but I can’t stop masturbating!” You whine as you slurp up more of your snack.

The sight must have been enough to push Thanksgiving over the edge, her cunt tightening and spraying Saw in the face with her juices.

This pissed him off.

He ripped her off his cock, gallons of cum leaking from her open mouth. He flipped her around and impaled his titanic dick in her pussy, a screech of pleasure cut short into frenzied moans as he jackhammered his legendary girth into Thanksgiving.

You heave yourself onto all fours, dragging your swollen belly across the grass and leaving a trail of semen and femcum behind you as you saddle by Saw. You position yourself right beneath the pair, a rain of Thanksgiving’s pussy juices running down his cock and testes.

Slowly, you drag your tongue up his majestic balls, lapping up any bit of your daughter’s nectar. You brace yourself against Saw’s leg, humping at it like a bitch in heat. Every now and then, your tongue would flick at her clit as it got close, pushing her to climax again and again and again…

Until you bite one of his testes gently, causing him to groan in pleasure…and cum inside Thanksgiving, making her swell as much as you had.

Saw’s shaft finally softens enough for Thanksgiving to slip off into a mess of a shuddering bimbo. Her ass is up in their air, every shudder sending a stream of her sire’s ejaculate splattering out onto the ground. Her eyes are rolled back, her tongue slack in the dirt as she struggles to catch her breath. The force of Saw’s DESIRE was simple, but intense in its purity.

You gasp in mock indignation. “My daughter is wasting the precious semen!”

You crawl over like the cumslut you are and begin lapping at Thanksgiving’s winking pussy. Every lick causes her to tremble in ecstasy, her magnificent tits spraying milk with every titillating brush of your tongue against her folds.

Saw’s refractory period is legendary; a few minutes of pleasuring her and his cock is already erect again. You turn towards him, still on your knees.

“Don’t waste your seed on my daughter, she doesn’t appreciate it.”

“N…No!” Thanksgiving stumbles up and squeezes her leaky mino-tits together. “Use me, not my mother! Shes old and dumb!” She plays along.

You crawl closer to Saw, saliva leaking from your plump lips. “I can give you more children…”

Thanksgiving opens her pussy with her fingers, exposing her inner folds to Saw. “Moo~”

Saw is having a hard time choosing. You push him with the DESIRE, shaping an identical penis next to his first. He looks down in confusion.

But only for a moment.

He grabs you both by the waists and lift you up in the air. You have a chance to looks at Thanksgiving in the eyes before his twin cocks spear through your desperate pussies. You face each other, tits mashing together and spraying milk every which way as his shafts enter your deepest depths.

As he pistons his cocks into your quivering cunts, you and your daughter trade insults with every heave of his arms.

“Bimbo daughter!” you slap her tits and she cries out.

“Slut mommy!” She pinches your inner thigh

“Booby-brain!” You moan as Saw stretches your insides.

“Juicy ass!” Thanksgiving whines in a high pitch and clasps your hands in hers.

“~Ahn, whore, ahn!”

“~Ahn, st-st-stupid!”

At this point Saw is hammering his cocks into you at a breakneck pace. You spend less time play-insulting your daughter and more locking your lips with hers. Every few minutes, Saw pauses and ropes of his cum paint your insides. Every discharge forces your abdomens to swell further, pushing you and your daughter apart and sending a storm of DESIRE through your bodies, changing them to better suit him. Your boobs keep growing, your vaginas get puffier and darker, and your streams of milk grow in intensity.

Just like the most fertile cows.

After three climaxes, you two are reaching for each other’s mouths crazily, only managing to brush your lips against hers for a few seconds before his violent fucking and your round stomachs force you apart again. The only reason you can still reach each other is because your bodies have shifted into exaggerated icons of femininity.

Your lips are thick and juicy enough to suck any cock stetched out to lengths that make you seem like slutty paradoies of yourselves. Your tits are nearly the same size as your beachball bellies swollen with maternity. They hang at your sides, your knees supporting your heavy funbags as milk arcs your soda can-sized nipples. The womb tattoos you gave yourselves spark a few more times until Saw’s last thunderous climax storms through your bodies.

You hear a crack, and watch as Thanksgiving’s womb tattoo shifts into five minotaur sigils. His cocks soften with a shuddering groan and he drops you both to the ground covered in your fluids.

You and Thanksgiving clamber to your feet, pawing at Saw’s flaccid meatstick. He’s still standing, swaying in place from exhaustion.

To his credit, Thanksgiving has been fucked so silly she continues to moan and moo sluttily. Her eyes are dull and all she thinks of is her sire’s majestic cock. The pair of glazed minowhores kiss the dick several times. Trails of saliva connect your lips to the length, and you pinch at your daughter’s leaking breasts, titflesh spilling between your fingers.

Until a snore breaks your reverential afterglow.

Hold on…he’s passed out! Standing up!

Now’s the perfect time to make some memories. You take out the new looking glass that you’ve developed.

You pop open the mirror and hold it in front of you. It’s recording a red minotauress covered in streams of cum, her obscenely fat tits resting on a morbidly pregnant stomach. She winks at the mirror and holds the mirror closer to her juicy pussy, leaking semen all over the floor. What the hell, this could be an opportunity for advertisements!

“Look at what Saw has done to me…” You whisper huskily, your hand trailing splooge up your puffy vagina and over your belly. You make sure to get a closeup of your massive nipples. You grab your right nipple, pulling and twisting with a loud moan as a gallon of milk jets out.

“~Ahn! Reduced to a broodmare, addicted to cock!” You lean in closer to the ‘camera’ and smile, a few of Saw’s pubes still stuck to your face. “It’s okay for you to masturbate at the sight of me. I know you want to.” You kiss the mirror and send it back to give it a full view of your body again.

You look over yourself, your hands running over your body salaciously. The minotauress in the mirror snakes a hand down to her pussy and starts slowly rubbing at it, every slow movement releasing a mixture of Saw’s semen and your cum splashing at your hooves.

“Just take your cock, mmmm~…and rub it slowly. Ah, if only you were here…” You mime jacking off next to your mouth, sticking out your tongue to reach for the invisible dick.

“You can rub it harder if you want. Imagine you’re slapping your great cock against my nethers.” You rub your thick pussy faster and faster, constantly dribbling cum. Then you hold out your hand and slap your slit several times, moaning seductively every time.

“Please, ahn~…I need cock, ahn~…”You bring up a massive tit to your face, stretching your mouth open to take the whole nipple in your mouth, guzzling down larger and larger torrents of milk.

You’re fucking yourself so hard your entire body is rippling from your violent masturbation. You let go of your nipple and gasp, hacking up milk all over your breasts. You stare at the mirror again and wink.

“I’m sorry…I was just imagining your dick down my throat. I hope you didn’t blow your load too soon.” You mime stroking a cock again. “Just keep stroking that gigantic dick of yours, honey…I love thinking about taking your cock.”

You turn the mirror closer to you and angle it towards Thanksgiving.

“Who knows,” you purr. “Maybe you can get a mother-daughter pair…” That’s when you cut the feed and head over to your daughter. You want to spoil her some more, but you can always have more moments together. Her glazed over expression brightens a bit when your shadow passes over her, but she’s still mostly catatonic.

You absorb all the pent-up DESIRE within you, returning your form to normal. You pat Thanksgiving’s bloated belly.

“Five imps. Not bad.” You nod.

Thanksgiving is laying on the ground as I pat her baby-stuffed belly. She’s panting heavily. The haze clears from her eyes as she looks at you.

“Tha-Thanks Daddy.”

“No problem sweetie.” You lean over her and kiss her on her forehead.

You turn to walk away and smile.

“Hurry up with the births, unless you want to stick around when Saw wakes up in a few minutes.” You giggle as Thanksgiving struggles to her feet.

She lands back on her rump and gives you a lewd smile.

“Moo!”