Breeding Time - 3 (Patreon)

As Chrysalis stammered towards her thrown, a sharp pain jolted through her thighs, and she dropped to the ground. Her thick belly broke the fall. But her bloated stomach was not the only thing on the floor. Her cunt, now bloated and aching, rubbed on the cool damp floor. The soft skin within throbbed its way out the crack in its strained protective sheath. Her hooves scrabbled against the cold stone as she struggled to regain her footing, but the immense weight of her grotesque belly pinned her down. Each ragged breath made her thorax heave, pressing the swollen curve of her abdomen against the ground. The aching, throbbing hunger between her legs grew unbearable, and with a wet, slithering sound, the soft pink folds of her cunt spilled from their cracking membrane.

Chrysalis arched her back, a guttural moan escaping from her throat as the cool air of the cave teased her exposed flesh. The discomfort and pleasure blended into an intense, all-consuming fire.

With what little flexibility Chrysalis had she started to sway her hips, grinding her pussy against the puddle of slime building beneath it. She hesitated for a moment, as a queef rumbled from her member. Its harsh and sour must clung to her nostrils. The putrid smell of filthy sex. She looked to the door, it would be soon before her minions caught wind of this arousing aroma.

Muscles corded along her thighs as she ground around, the slime pooling beneath her exposed pussy growing thicker and slicker with every desperate movement. The putrid queef had awakened something primal in her body—the acrid stench that out otherwise repulse, now drawing her moaning rotations to a frenzy against the stone floor. Her thick tail lashed behind her ass, striking against the obsidian wall with sharp cracks as her hips movements grew more frantic.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside—multiple sets approaching in haste. She froze mid-grind, her massive belly pressing painfully against the ground as she strained in attention.