I fucked the first woman harder. My tail snaked around, found the second woman — the one who'd been on the railing — and pulled her close. My tail pressed against her pussy, the sensitive appendage sliding between her lips. She gasped. Then moaned. My tail pushed inside her — the prehensile flesh stretching her open, the dual sensation of my cock in one woman and my tail in another filling the night with wet, obscene sounds.
Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!
"YES — LORD — OUNGH~!! — HAAANGH~!! — more — AH~!! — deeper — HIEEENGH~!!"
Olivia trembled violently like a fish. Her eyes were locked on the scene — my cock pistoning in and out of the first woman, my tail squirming inside the second. Her thighs were pressing together so hard they were shaking. Her nipples were visible through the dress — not just stiff now, but leaking. Milk. The passive field, combined with her pregnancy, combined with the overwhelming arousal of watching her Lord fuck someone else, was triggering her lactation.
