Chapter 7 - Growing Closer

Sypha was getting tired of being dumped in the bath room stuffed full of demon jizz. True, it was only the second occasion it had happened and at least she wasn't passed out when Jezebel teleported her this time, but she was still over it. After the end of their ordeal, Jezebel had just given the two of them a yawn and a laugh and then snapped her fingers, leaving them to deal with the brief vertigo that the transportation brought on. When it had cleared and her vision stopped swimming, Sypha and Dakota were lying in a heap on the cool tiles of the steamy bath floor. A low groan broke Sypha from her fuming and she looked over as Dakota rolled into a seated position, one hand on her bloated, egg filled belly.

"Dakota!" she gasped, mad at herself for having forgotten her poor friend's plight. "Are you okay?"

She scrambled to her knees, her own belly sloshing heavily, and crawled over to the werewolf. She winced as the thick plug shifted in her stretched rear, the fake tail tickling her calves as she moved over to her friend's side.

"Yeah, I'm just…worn out." Dakota replied, shaking her head from side to side.

Opening her eyes, she looked over at Sypha, her eyes widening when she noticed the blonde colored wolf tail trailing behind her.

"Um, Sypha…" she stammered. "I didn't…I didn't…bite you…did I?"

"What?" Sypha asked, following her line of sight to the stupid fake tail. "Oh, no. This is just more of Jezebel's antics. She thought it would be amusing to give me a fake tail since I was playing with yours this morning."

"Oh, thank goodness." Dakota breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I accidentally turned you for a second there. So, it's fake? How is it attached?"

"Please do not ask."

"Huh? Oh…OH!" Dakota's brain put the pieces together. "Well, forget that for now. Let's just get you emptied out."

"No, you should go first."

"You will be easier to do." Dakota shook her head. "Then you can help me out afterwards. Lie down on your back."

"Oh, all right." Sypha sighed.

Carefully, so as not to jostle the fat intrusion in her butt very much by her movements, she laid down on her side and rolled to lay flat on her back. Letting out a long breath, she glanced at her tummy, her brow furrowed discontentedly, and ran a hand over the stretched skin. A few feet away, Dakota grunted and rose to all fours, crawling over to kneel awkwardly beside her. Careful to keep pressure off her bulging mid-section, she leaned over Sypha and placed her own hands over top of Sypha's on the girl's abdomen.

"Ready?" she asked.

A terse nod from the blonde gave her the go ahead and she gently, but firmly, pressed downwards. Sypha's eyes went wide as she felt the rush of fluid come up her throat and she reflexively tried to sit up, but one of Dakota's hands came to rest on her shoulder, keeping her still and calming her nerves, even as the deluge came pouring from her lips. She coughed and wretched, her fingers scrabbling at the tiles, but Dakota didn't let up. She just kept on applying pressure, slowly forcing every last drop possible to evacuate from the girl's stomach, up through her esophagus ending in a small geyser of white that spilled onto her face and chest before pooling on the tile below.

With only about half as much spunk loaded in her compared to last time, Sypha was empty much quicker, which she was very grateful for. She hated the disconcerting sensation of liquid forcefully rocketing up her throat not of her own accord. With Dakota's grip loosened, she rolled over to her stomach, choking and hacking out the remaining globs of spunk to join the rest in the spreading puddle. Catching her breath and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, she blinked away some tears and sniffed her nostrils clear before turning to face Dakota.

"Okay, it is finished." She wheezed, coughing again. "Let us work on you now."

"This is going to be just great." Dakota sighed.

Dropping to lie on her side, her knees pulled up, she took a deep breath and began pushing the first egg out. Just like when it had gone in, it was a chore and a half getting it back out. She grimaced and whimpered, the thick sphere not wanting to go through such a tiny opening. With some persistence and enough force, though, she managed to push the object out. Sypha winced as it rolled onto the floor and picked it up, studying it. It was by far the strangest egg she had ever seen. About the size of an apple and perfectly spherical, it had the look and feel of a giant pearl. The torch light shimmered and reflected off the glossy, shiny surface and she could just make out the edges of her reflection. Jumping in surprise, Sypha watched as the egg began to seemingly melt in her palm. It diverged from a ball into a liquid that dripped from her hand and completely vanished from sight before it even hit the ground. In a matter of seconds, it was totally gone from existence.

"It…it must not be able to survive if it leaves its host too early." Dakota breathed, having watched as well. "I've never seen eggs just vanish like that, though. Good. Last thing we need is a couple dozen of those monsters trying to knock us both up with its babies again. Here comes the next one."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Sypha asked, looking worried.

In answer, Dakota just held out her hand to Sypha, who took it and squeezed it comfortingly. The werewolf gave her a small smile before her face twisted into a grimace once again and she started to push out the next one.

It took nearly a half hour for Dakota to get done forcing all of the eggs out her butt. By the last one, Sypha had counted twenty-six of the orbs that had been force fed down her throat and up her ass. They all dissolved rather quickly, just like the first, and left just a sweating, panting wolf girl behind. Sypha reached down and gave the sweat-covered woman a few rewarding ear-scratches, which she returned with a tired smile, her tail fluttering half-heartedly.

"Let's wash up now." She offered, slowly climbing to her feet and extending a hand down to Sypha.

Stripping out of their skimpy clothes, they both sank into the water and spent a few minutes scrubbing each other down, after which they settled on the built-in bench, soaking their tired bodies in the warm, soothing water. They also used the opportunity to also wash the spunk from their outfits in the water and laid them out to dry on the side of the pool.

"How do you feel?" Sypha asked, breaking the brief silence.

"Much better, now that I'm not pregnant anymore." Dakota chuckled, her eyes closed, and her head leant back on the edge of the spacious bath. "I recover very quickly so I should be just fine after a good nap. How are you?"

"I am all right. Although…"

She trailed off, shifting uncomfortably, the large plug still locked in her butt.

"I take it that thing's pretty big?" Dakota guessed, noticing the movement.

Sypha just nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"Can't you just take it out?"

"Jezebel put some kind of spell on it that prevents me from removing it." Sypha explained. "Whenever I try to pull it out, it doesn't budge at all."

"Hmm…" Dakota grumbled. "Let me take a look. Stand on the bench and bend over the edge."

Sighing, her cheeks burning bright red, Sypha did as she was told, presenting her rear, decorated with her faux wolf tail. Dakota waded over to the blonde and placed one hand on the girl's left cheek, making her jump slightly at the touch. Concentrating on the spell, Dakota raised her other hand above the tail's base and growled a few words in her native language. After a minute or two, though, she gave up and dropped her hand back to the water.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I'm too low on energy right now. I burned a lot yanking against those tentacles for so long and then pushing all those damn eggs out. I can't break an enchantment of this level like this. Can you hang on for a bit longer?"

Turning back around, Sypha nodded. She was disappointed that it couldn't come out right away, but she wasn't upset with Dakota in the least. She knew the woman must be worn out after what she had been through. After all, every one of those eggs had been just as fat around as the plug she was enduring, and Dakota had gotten more than two dozen of them, from both sides, no less.

"I will manage." She said, giving Dakota a weak smile.

"Okay, then let's dry off and go back to the room."

After letting themselves drip-dry for a few minutes, the two girls went down the hall to their room. Sypha, walking a bit awkwardly, slipped in and eased herself onto the bed, letting out a soft groan as she laid down. Dakota sat on the bed beside her, disappointed that she was unable to help her friend out. Or was there…? Slinking onto the mattress, she slid across and squirmed her ways between Sypha's thighs before the girl could take in what was happening.

"Dakota…?" she said, askingly, raising her head off the pillow to see the werewolf laid out between her now spread legs, looking right up at her. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I know I can't remove the spell right now…" Dakota answered, lowering her head down until her breath was tickling Sypha's bare pussy. "But I can do something to take your mind off of it."

Not waiting for a response from the blonde, Dakota stuck out her long tongue and dragged it along the girl's sensitive lips, making her cry out in response.

"D…Dakota…!" she gasped, her hands coming to the woman's silvery hair in a weak attempt to push her away and save some modesty.

The attempt was, however, half-hearted at best, and the werewolf easily ignored it, choosing instead to lick her once more. Her agile appendage slithered along the girl's pussy from top to bottom and back again, tearing more moans of pleasure from Sypha. Smiling at the verbal response she had received from her actions, Dakota started right back up, expertly licking and kissing the human girl's pussy and clit. Her arms curled under and around her thighs, latching onto them and giving her that much more leverage to keep her squirming body still and press her face in deeper.

She used all of her highly attuned senses to monitor every twitch and squeal she received, using them to hone her technique to what Sypha's body liked the most. Her sharp ears caught each sharp inhale of breath when her tongue passed a particularly sensitive spot. Her delicate fingers felt the pulse upticks that translated through her femoral artery as her body quickly warmed up to the action while her palms sensed the muscle spasms that accompanied it all. Even without any words being said to her, the wolf girl was easily able to read and interpret the body language being spoken and use it to her advantage to please her all that much more.

Sypha, true to Dakota's intent, was certainly no longer thinking about the large plug locked in her ass. She was far too focused on the exquisite sensations that Dakota's dexterous tongue was delivering. Every little movement sent sparks of electricity through her whole body, making her tremble and quake. It seemed like she was only getting better and better at it, too, and before long, she was constantly crying out and moaning like a bitch in heat. She was already closing in rapidly on orgasm after only a few minutes of this. Unable to stop herself, she flew right over the edge, cumming like crazy on Dakota's tongue and face. Feeling the surge of fluids and the increased thrashing from her partner, Dakota kept right on licking, her eyes sparkling with playful glee at having induced a climax from the girl so quickly. Her grip tightened down on the girl's creamy thighs, keeping her shaking body right where she needed it so that she could continue administering pleasure.

Coming down from her orgasm, her chest heaving, Sypha found, to her surprise, that the werewolf was not stopping her motions. If anything, she seemed to be upping the tempo, drawing her sex drive right back out into the open again. She wanted to ask…plead…beg the werewolf to stop, her brain going blank with overwhelming sensation, but her body wouldn't let her get the words out. It was rebelling against her modest desires in pursuit of more carnal ones. And whenever she thought it couldn't get even more intense, Dakota would change something up about her tempo or patterns that would excise more writhing and shrieking from her.

By now, Dakota was starting to push her tongue up inside Sypha's dripping pussy. With each licking stroke, she ended it with pressing the tip of her deft utensil past her folds and several inches into her. It only took her a few of these motions to locate the girl's G-spot, a fact she was alerted to by a shrill scream of satisfaction. Keeping her long tongue inside the girl, she opted to keep fucking her with it, toying with the newly discovered spot. In its absence, her right hand crept over to above her nose and her fingers took over clit duty, rubbing and stroking it in tandem with her tongue.

A sexually inexperienced girl like Sypha could only take so much and she was cumming again in short order from this foolproof technique. Her thighs clamped together, squishing Dakota's head while tremors wracked her entire body and her eyes rolled clean up in her head, only the whites showing. Her own tongue lolled out of her mouth, unable to formulate any screams at the moment. She just laid there in utter silence, her breath caught in her chest and her form rigid and twitching while the most powerful orgasm of her young life tore through her.

Concerned by the lack of breathing she was hearing from above her, Dakota finally paused her activities and withdrew her tongue. Easily prying aside Sypha's tensed thighs to free herself, she crawled up beside the quivering girl and gave her sweat-covered face a few gentle slaps to bring her back to reality. With a powerful gasp, Sypha unfroze, heaving in air. Dakota just watched on with a sly smile, stroking the girl's face as she rode out the final dregs of her climax. When it was all over, she was drenched and half-unconscious, panting heavily with partially closed eyes.

"Well, I might have gone a bit overboard." Dakota giggled to herself. "But I think I accomplished my goal. Sleep well, my human."

When Sypha woke later on, she found a pair of smooth arms wrapped around her and a warm body pressed against her from behind. The gentle, familiar breathing pattern just out of sight told her that it was Dakota who was currently spooning her. She yawned and glanced around for the clock but wasn't sure exactly how long she had been asleep. It couldn't have been super long, but she felt surprisingly well rested already for only having taken a nap. Maybe Dakota's healing saliva was more potent than she had originally thought. Stirred by Sypha's movements, Dakota also roused and released the blonde from her embrace so she could sit up and stretch, yawning widely.

"Good morning." Sypha greeted. "How do you feel?"

"Oh, just dandy." Dakota replied. "I told you all I needed was a good nap. I'm pretty much good as new, although my breasts are still a bit sore."

Raising her hands to her voluminous chest, she gently hefted them, sighing.

"Damn tentacle really squeezed them hard. Doesn't it know that werewolf boobs are sensitive?" she whined.

Sypha watched in awe as the wolf girl gingerly massaged her sore bust and a dribble of milk leaked from one of them.

"You…make milk." She stated, bluntly.

"What?" Dakota glanced over at her. "Yeah, of course. Don't you? Isn't that what that tattoo is supposed to be making fun of?"

She pointed to the 'Milk Jugs' tattoo that Jezebel had given her previously and Sypha's face went red in embarrassment.

"Humans only produce milk once we're pregnant." Sypha explained, abashedly.

"Oh, really? That's weird. You want to try some?"

Sypha nearly choked at that suggestion, her gaze flying back to Dakota's face.

"Excuse me?" she asked, sure she hadn't heard the woman correctly.

"I asked if you wanted to try some of my milk." Dakota repeated, oblivious to the girl's surprise.

"I…I do not think that is appropriate!" Sypha stammered.

"Oh, come on." The wolf girl urged. "You humans would drink milk from a cow, but not from me? How strange are you? You'll love it, I promise."

"No, I don't thin-…"

In the blink of an eye, the werewolf had tugged her across the bed, making Sypha fall forward face first into her vast chest.

"Shhhh…" Dakota shushed her, taking the blonde's head in her hands, and drawing her towards her breast.

Sypha initially kept her mouth sealed shut as her lips contacted the woman's nipple, still unwilling to partake in what was offered. As a drop of milk ran across her lips, however, a sudden rush of curiosity overtook her and her tongue darted out, catching the drop, and reeling it back in. Dakota was right. It was delicious! Unlike any cow or goat milk she had ever tasted before. It was far sweeter and creamier than those beasts. It made sense, though. How would she have expected animal milk to compare to that of a magnificent creature like a werewolf? It was hardly a fair contest for the cows. And now that it was mentioned, it was odd that she would be fine drinking from a cow or goat, but not from the gorgeous woman right before her. It's not like anyone was watching her, so why shouldn't she forget her modesty a little bit.

Dakota gasped and bit her lower lip as she felt Sypha's mouth open and suction onto her breast, beginning to draw the liquid within. Her acute ears picked up the sound of swallowing and she smiled, stroking the girl's hair while she drank. She felt bad for the poor girl. She wasn't nearly as hardy and resilient as a werewolf was, being human, and here she was being put through the wringer. And why? Because she had gone to eliminate Dracula and save humanity from extinction. Dakota would never normally allow someone to do this, but she had grown very fond of the young human and she figured the least she could do was give her a bit of a reward for keeping her company.

Sypha dug in with a vigor, eagerly taking in mouthful after mouthful of the superb nectar. She hadn't eaten or drank much since arriving, other than jizz, so she was grateful to have something delicious for a change. Latching her arms around the werewolf's middle, she closed her eyes and kept right on drawing out gulps of the warm milk, allowing herself to melt into the comforting embrace of Dakota. When she eventually was sated, her empty stomach now quite full, she laid her head down in Dakota's lap and panted. Dakota just smiled down at her and wiped a few drops of milk from her face, popping her fingers in her own mouth.

"Well?" she asked.

"You were right." Sypha admitted, looking away, flustered. "It is quite good."

"I know, right?" Dakota giggled. "I've tried it a few times. It reminds me of my mother's from when I was a puppy. Anyways, that aside, now that I'm rested up, I should be able to dispel the enchantment on that tail plug of yours. Want me to give it a go?"

Without answering, Sypha just quickly rolled off Dakota's lap and onto her stomach, giving the werewolf clear access to her backside. Rolling out her neck and cracking her knuckles, Dakota leaned over the prone girl and splayed her palm above her shapely butt. Now that she had plenty of energy and wasn't completely exhausted, she was able to finally break the spell, a few sparks of black bursting and fading along with the lock.

"Stay still." Dakota instructed.

She gripped the fake tail near the root and slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull it free. With the spell no longer keeping it in place, it began to move and withdraw at Dakota's urging. Sypha cried out as her tight ass began to stretch further and further open. She had finally grown somewhat accustomed to the massive intrusion being there, or as accustomed as one could be with that. Now, her snug butt was being forced to stretch and accommodate its passage all over again, and it wasn't pleasant. Her legs kicked against the bed and she buried her face into the blankets to muffle her squeals while Dakota continued to remove it.

It was a tight squeeze, but as soon as the widest section cleared, it was smooth sailing and Dakota slipped it right out, tossing the fake tail over to the far corner where the golden piece clattered into the shadows. Sypha whimpered, rubbing her sore ass, and chewing on the blanket while she recovered. It felt like she had been fucked all over again, unfortunately. Luckily for her, however, Dakota was not finished.

Sypha squeaked and her head shot up as she felt the wolf girl's click tongue probe at her tender hole. Glancing back over her shoulder, she stared with wide eyes at the sight. Dakota's large, keen, yellow pupils were staring right back at her and her tongue was indeed teasing and sliding around her rear entrance. The sensation was surprisingly incredible and extremely foreign. After all, the only sensations she had experienced with regards to her ass thus far had been Jezebel's sadistic sexual whims. Now that she was getting some soft service, it was an entirely new deal.

Extraordinarily embarrassed, she was about to tell Dakota to stop, when she realized that the effect of the werewolf's saliva was kicking in. Already her aches and pains were starting to fade away with every lick. Clearly able to see the evident relief in Sypha's eyes, Dakota kept right on lapping away. She used her nimble appendage to caress and graze the girl's abused hole, each pass delivering more and more of that soothing saliva that worked its magic quickly. In addition to the healing factor, Sypha had to admit to herself that she was getting tingles of pleasure as well. She would have liked to keep having the wolf girl lick away all day long, but she didn't want to be selfish and so, as soon as her pains had mostly faded to nothing, she nodded to Dakota, signaling that she could stop.

"That better?" Dakota asked, lifting her head from the girl's plush rear, a strand of saliva stretching from her mouth to her ass.

"Yes, very much so." Sypha replied. "Thank you for your kindness."

"Oh, think nothing of it. I did tell you I'm very loyal, right?" Dakota laughed, giving Sypha a wink. "Now, c'mon. Let's go see if our clothes are dry. Then, I don't know about you, but I could certainly go for another nap. Never such thing as too much sleep, right?"

Sypha smiled back at the woman and stood, stretching her ache-free body.

"I would not be opposed to more sleep." Sypha said, looking away to hide her expression. "However, I do get a little cold sometimes since we do not use the blankets much. You will need to…embrace me.

"For warmth, of course!" she quickly added after a moment of silence.

"Sure, of course. For warmth." Dakota laughed, standing and striding for the door.