Codex: Monster Threesome/zh-hans

By: Perdita (But really written by SomeKindofWizard)

“Carry me hooome” calls a soft voice, squirming atop a large equine body. In the dark of the night, lit only by the occasional street-lamp the origin of the voice seems to feature glowing red eyes. Occasionally the silhouette of a feminine body can be seen; broad shapely hips, thick thighs, and a developing bust.

The answer to this gentle whining comes from just in front of the horse-y body the red-eyed girl. “Hmph, don’t lose your head. We’re nearly back already.”

“Very funny” she answers, pouting.

Eventually the duo reach the front porch of a large semi-detached house in the middle of a quiet street. A light flicks on, illuminating the entryway and causing both women to squeal. “Fuckin’ bright god-damne–”

“Shh!” come a chorus of hissing shushes, before one lyrical voice speaks up “Come in you two, if you’re any louder you’ll wake up the neighborhood. Also? You stink of booze, what happened?”

Red-eyes giggles, squirming above what is now revealed in the fresh light to be a centaur. An adorable turtleneck sweater struggles to keep in place two heaving battleship-smashing tits, stained somewhat from various liquids. “I dropped my head in a rum-barrel by mistake! It... got messy.”

As she’s walked into the house by her tauric steed, the red-eyed girl is revealed to be, a charming and entirely normal-looking girl... right up until she pops her head from her neck in order to straighten the back of her hair. “My hair’s mostly clean now, but still smelly,” comes her voice, albeit muffled by her own lap.

Once inside the confines of their home it is possible to get a proper look at them all.

Stood in a fluffy white bathrobe is an elegant-looking woman. Despite it all having been cleaned of all makeup, her face is the picture of perfection. Sibilant red lips frown gently from a tan-skinned face, and a dainty nose holds up a pair of circular-framed reading glasses from behind which rest two eyes of green and gold. Of course, those eyes are adorned by the slit-pupils of a reptile. As for her hair? Where one would expect flowing locks or elegant coils there are instead perhaps two-dozen green-scaled snakes. As they are right now, they’ve settled back down from any earlier frustration, resting loosely on the woman’s shoulders and the top of her head. Her name is Shial, the Medusa, and she is technically the owner of this house.

As outlandish as the Medusa’s appearance is, it doesn’t come close to that of her tauric roommate. The simple light of a porch doesn’t do justice to the sheer size of her.

Nor how incredibly adorable her features are.

A cute button nose sticks out from a freckle-laden face, and soft brown eyes gleam with the modest haze of alcohol. Straw-blonde hair frames the sides of her sweetly-smiling face, with the rest tied back in a long ponytail. Occasionally horsey-ears flip about in the direction of sounds. The aforementioned buxomness of her human half is only amplified when she begins stripping out of her sweater, revealing a tight tank-top straining to conceal naturally-hard nipples. As for her equine portion, she stands aloft on the body of a large stallion with a long black braided tail that conspicuously conceals her mare-pussy. Her name is Karin, the Centaur.

Last is the pseudo-headless girl–now re-headed and clambering off of her friend’s back–and her own ‘monstrous’ features. She’s almost luminescent in the living-room lighting; her pale flesh dotted with freckles. Despite her innocent (albeit shitfaced) smile, the smile doesn’t appear allowed to reach her eyes, which constantly glow with menace. It tends to be a point of frustration for the usually-friendly girl when most are inclined to believe her angry at everyone.

The rest of her is seemingly normal when she still has her head attached; her head is adorned with a scruffy mop of short cranberry-red hair, and she wears a cute frilly dress of black and white that hangs to her knees. At some point during the night’s drinking her shoes and socks have gone missing, revealing bare toes that she wiggles on the smooth wood floor. A quick peek beneath her dress would also happen to reveal a bulge barely restrained by cute lacy panties, which she is busily trying to unwedge from her crack after a horse-ride home. Her name is Terra, the Dullahan, and she is technically a freeloader.

Shial sighs and sits down gently onto a large sofa, tucking her feet up “And how much rum did you drink when your head fell into an open cask, hmm?”

“What am I? A mathemagician? I opened wide. And booze entered me. It was glorious.” Terra answers, bouncing on her heels before she’s stopped by firm hands on her shoulders. The Dullahan smiles, leaning back into her companion’s endless chest before wiggling her head around. “And yooou! That pretty little thing at the bar was flirting with you! Did he get you all hot and bothered?”

The Centaur yelps in surprise, backing away. The motion only lifts the red-head’s head clean off, and she holds it up to eye-level, blushing. “No I–oh, oops.”

The Medusa harrumphs softly, gently slipping her glasses off and placing them on the arm of a chair. “Really now, you two are always so... raucous after going out drinking and- and whoring.”

“We do not go whoring!” Karin gasps, nearly dropping her partner. The affirmative muffle from between her tits reveal that Terra’s managed to bury herself face-first into the Centaur’s massive mammaries.

While distracted, the headless body skips over to the Medusa, leaning slowly in and posing erotically. The Dullahan flips her dress a little, hip-wiggling. Admittedly the image is somewhat spoiled by the voice coming from a few feet away in a girl’s cleavage. “You’re juft jealuf!”

Shial frowns, and the multitude of snakey-heads all squint as one. “I’m not jealous of your little flings. That said the two of you are already quite capable of noise, at least you don’t go bringing harlots home with you.”

Despite the embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks, Karin mutters out a soft “That’s hardly fair.” Big brown eyes shimmer with crocodile tears, and a pouting lip quivers until the Medusa gives up with a sigh.

“Maybe a little rude of me, my apologies. But since you’re both home I believe I will head to bed.”

“Aww, you were waiting for us Shi?” Asks Terra once she’s removed from marshmallow hell. “That’s super sweet!”

“I’d only be woken up by the two of you traipsing around and liquored up. Not to mention what would inevitably happen after.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Terra says, smirking.

“Then why is your body groping me?”

“Ah! Bad hands! Get back over here!” Terra growls, glaring at her body before it dutifully reclaims her, re-heading once more. “Though you do have a very lovely pair of–”

The red-head doesn’t get a chance to finish, bapped on the head by Karin. “Sorry, we’ll go to bed too then.”

“Woah!” Terra says, crossing her arms. “Now I may be three sheets to the wind by I think I’ve had a euphonia.”

“Epiphany?” Karin offers.

“Yeah that thing. Shial when’s the last time a cute thing like you scored any smash?”

It’s the snake-headed woman’s turn to blush, and she twiddles her fingers while the jade serpents that crown her all squirm nervously. “Smash. Really? And if you must know it’s been three months. Hardly a long time at all.”

“Wait with the trappy guy in the cute underwear at that party?” Terra asks. “Please! I saw you two leave for the bathroom together. That boy was a two-pump chump and we both know it. Noooo, what I mean is a proper, sweaty, lusty, cum-coated fu–” Karin wraps a hand around Terra’s mouth, little horsey ears burning.

Shial sighs, leaning back on the sofa. “A while, but if you’re offering to take me out on your next drunken adventure I will have to heartily decline.”

“Well...” Karin begins, before slowly releasing the Dullahan’s mouth. “We could always... you know...”

“Fuck like horny animals.” Terra finishes, expression smug.

The Medusa attempts to snap a response, but it takes her a few tries to get her mouth to join in with her brain. “I would expect such an offer from Terra–”

“Hey!”

“–But you Karin?”

“Hey. I’m entitled to being a downright depraved little thing if I want to be. Am I not good enough?” she retorts, clopping a hoof on the ground and setting her tits to jiggling obscenely.

Terra shrugs, giving the Centaur a spank on the flank. “You just look so innocent! They never expect you to be the one who pins me to the wall until I’m bruised.”

“Okay don’t say it like that though...” Karin adds, clearing her throat. “But really. A serious offer here Shial. Would you like to join us?”

“I’ll think about it.” Shial says, leaving the room first.

Terra shrugs, before taking one of the centaur’s hands and guiding her to their bedroom. “C’mon, we can be extra noisy.”

“Oh you are just evil...”

By the time the two of them get to the bedroom, Terra is already headless. While her body busily slips out of her dress, her lips are busily locked with the Centaur’s own. Her expression is rapturous (at least as much as it can be with eyes of permanent menace) as their tongues entwine, the Centaur’s fingers thoroughly caught up in her hair as they moan into each other’s mouths.

Likewise the benefits of having a detached body means that their passionate makeout isn’t interrupted by Terra’s groping hands slipping her tauric lover free of her clothing. Although there are a few brief moments pause in order to slip her arms through the loops, in no time at all the Centaur’s mountainous cleavage is freed from its confines. Her nipples already stand out, large cherry-like nubs just begging to be played with. Once the two are naked, the musky scent of arousal fills the air like a fog.

Terra’s body is practically smashed up against the wall, and her head lets out a little gasp as flesh meets flesh. “Fuck! You are pent up aren’t you?” Without any underwear to obscure it, Terra’s full endowment is free... to a point, considering it’s mashed between their pressed bodies. Hanging close to her prick is a trappy pouch full of waiting seed, and her broad hips reveal a considerable ass concealing a tight little pucker. The Dullahan’s head is popped back down onto its home, and she lets out a little sigh once she finally gets a chance to breathe. “How do you want me first, cutie?”

Karin blushes; instead of speaking she lays claim to her lover’s pale hands, planting them directly onto the massive caps of her tits. Her thumb and fingers tweak a sensitive nipple until the Centaur is a moaning mess. Terra’s mouth joins in on the fun, latching onto another while her hands and fingers knead lovingly.

Perhaps it’s just an effort to make as much noise as possible, but her moans turn to delighted cries as her tits are mauled. She can finally take no more, scooping her hands beneath the small shemale’s arms and slamming her up against the wall. The horny ‘taur holds the Dullahan up with but the pressure of her tits so that her hands can go adventuring.

They trace broad curves, fingers teasing ribs on the way down; they reach for Terra’s breasts, but they’re trapped–pressed against Karin’s endless tits. Despite the situation, the red-head squirms and giggles as her sensitive skin is danced over. It quickly melts into a whorish moan once those hands reach her cock however. Warm fingers wrap slowly around the shaft, squeezing beads of pre out before jerking them into her mast. “C’mon Terra! You said you’d be noisy too~ maybe then we can get Shial to come join in the fun!”

“I don’t know, I’m not really sure she’s the t-nf... type.” Terra manages to moan out,gently flicking one of her lover’s cute little horse-ears. “Now tell me how you want me!”

“Maybe I’m having more fun playing with your helpless body, huh?” Karin teases, leaning down to nuzzle her. “You just keep working on my chest like a good girl!”

“But from here my poor lil’ mouth can’t get at that delicious horsey-heiney!” Terra whines, held aloft by mammary-centric force so firmly that she can wiggle her toes off of the ground.

“...Maybe I can help with that,” comes a soft voice from the doorway. Both girls turn their heads to face the origin, before their jaws drop in unison.

Where once there was a homely-looking, fluffy dressing-gown, the Medusa leans on the doorframe in some of the finest possible underwear. Sheer curves are adorned in titillating lace, and tanned flesh actually glistens in the soft lamplight. “Seeing as our dear Terra can multi-task... and you seem determined to knock my wall down...”

The door shuts gently behind her as she saunters into the room, hips swaying seductively. Terra is the first one to find her tongue, gulping slowly. “Shiiit, you’ve been holding out on us! Look at you! So... mnf!”

Karin smiles and pops the Dullahan’s head off (smearing some of the girl’s own pre on her cheek), holding her out to the Medusa in offering. “There you go.”

Terra flutters her menacing eyes in as lewd a fashion as she can manage. “Gimme a kiss cutie,” she grins, before closing her eyes. Instead of the expected kiss though, half a dozen snakes all sneak in, booping their snoots against the Dullahan’s puckered lips. “Meep!”

“What, surprised?” Shial says with a grin.

“...Actually I think I’ve just been penetrated.” Terra says, trying not to yelp again. A quick glance over at the ‘Taur’s progress does indeed reveal she’s let Terra down a little in order to settle onto four knees and get a little more up-close and personal with the headless shemale. Two spit-coated fingers busily pound their way into her ass, forcing her engorged prick to pulse and tremble each time Karin’s palm slaps down against her asscheek.

The jade woman snorts in amusement, before slipping around behind the centaur and lifting her braided tail. Terra whimpers, although it’s hard to say whether it’s the adjacency to her partner’s sopping cunt, or a particularly deep finger exploring her rectal pleasure-buzzer. “Hold still now Karin. Veeeery still...” she purrs, placing Terra’s head on the broad flank of the Centaur’s ass.

“Eep! Balancing like this? Now that’s just mean!” Terra whines, although her frustrations don’t stop her eyes from being locked onto the serpent-adorned woman as she steps slowly back, unclipping her bra. Lacy underwear falls to the ground, caressing her skin on the way down like a lover’s touch. Her underwear soon follows suit, and Shial bends over to show off the perfect curves of a well-toned ass as the fabric struggles to slip away. Not that anyone could blame it; leaving behind that adorably shaven pussy would seem like a crime. A strand of excitement connects cloth and flesh for a bare few moments before breaking away to reveal a slick pink slit.

Shaven seems incorrect, actually; there isn’t a spot of hair on the Medusa’s body. “Thank fuck you don’t have snake pubes.” Terra announces loudly, causing the woman to pause mid-striptease.

“Come again?” Shial asks, standing slowly straight and hugging her breasts with an arm.

“Snakepubes. I was kind of afraid that was secretly why you weren’t getting laid. Not that it would stop me going down on you, per-say.” Terra continues, although that statement seems to be made more in the direction of Shial’s ‘hair’ than anything. “Just, y’know. I’m sure you can do some crazy thing with the whole tentacular head-party. But snakeypubes would be teeny-tiny and I’d be afraid of crushing them with my di–Ah! O-oh fuck... Oooh.”

Terra’s rambles turn into a long drawn out moan, turning the poor thing cross-eyed. Shial blinks in surprise before noticing a smug Karin licking hot ivory cream from her fingertips while Terra’s body shudders and twitches, holding onto the Centaur’s hips for dear life. “If that’s all it took to shut her up, I would’ve jerked your partner off more often, Karin.”

“Y-you’re welcome to get second go!” Terra announces, smiling as she’s plucked up from Karin’s ass again, held at eye-level with Shial and her many sneks.

“I believe I heard the words ‘go down on’. While Karin cleans you up for me, I sure hope your mouth is made for more than talking.”

“Are you kidding me? With my tongue alone I can unravel a- uuhf. Karin! I was mid flirt!”

The Centaur wiggles her outrageous bootie, running her tongue in tiny circles around the poor shemale’s tiny chest. “Actions speak louder than words.”

There’s a muttering from the head that sounds something akin to ‘jerk’ before she’s drawn in close. Every time Terra’s lips get a chance to brush against bare flesh, she kisses and licks. Although Shial’s first intention had been a quick trip down to her cunt, she takes her time. With someone so thoroughly in her grasp (literally and figuratively) she is able to garner attention for every inch of her luscious body.

It does seem to do the job of shutting Terra up and her kissing licking affection is paused only by the occasional whimper or moan, echoed by a particularly noisy slurp. While they’ve been preoccupied, Karin’s settled herself to the ground in order to nuzzle at the Dullahan’s crotch. She plants a series of kisses from base-to-tip, before letting her broad tongue roll out. She wraps it around Terra’s cock and draws the whole lot into her mouth. With a lurid suck the Centaur mashes her entire face into Terra’s body, nuzzling her stomach while the head of her turgid prick presses against the back of Karin’s throat.

“Fffuuck... It’s so much better with two lovers,” Terra gasps, tilting her burning eyes upwards. “Take me further down! I have to taste your slutty pu-mnrf...” The Medusa shuts her red-headed, uh... Head up by sinking down next to Karin, bringing her legs apart. The Centaur’s body is warm against Shial’s naked back, almost reassuring as she gets herself comfortable.

The Dullahan’s head in the meantime has quieted, both in appreciation for her oral attention, and at close proximity the Medusa’s cunt. Just an inch separates the two, and her tongue slips out. Although she can’t reach the depths of her partner’s twat, she can slip her tongue dexterously beneath the hood of Shial’s clit, earning a surprised gasp out of her sultry lover. Not the only one to be gasping however, Karin joins in on a little shocked whimper.

Checking reveals that at some point Terra’s body managed to squirm out from her Tauric pin, giving the doe-eyed girl’s nipples a quick squeeze before scampering around to her backside. Despite only recently cumming, her prick’s managed to work its way to full strength once more, throbbing with need. No doubt due in part to the faceful of smooth, lube-drooling pussy. The red-head’s brow furrows in concentration, trying to explore her lover’s cunt and maneuver her body behind Karin’s ass.

The Centaur appears to have settled into bliss, eyes settling closed as her braided tail is flipped up over the Dullahan’s shoulders. Her vice-like asshole and gaping mare-twat are on full view, dripping love-juices to the floor, and she wiggles her ass invitingly. “Ooooh~ fine. You’re so impatient...”

“Mrf.” Terra agrees, catching Shial’s clit between her lips and pinching gently until little squirts of delight splash down onto her chin. Throughout the shuddering wracks of ecstasy the Medusa practically mashes Terra’s mouth over her hairless cunny, forming a loving seal that leaves her womanhood entirely in the lavish grasp of her partner’s oral ministrations. Instead of starting up those ministrations, Terra’s tongue goes still.

Just before Shial gets a chance to ask what the hold up is, a slit-moistening moan is torn out of her side-by-side with Karin’s own loud cry of delight. At the same time as Terra’s talented tongue thrust its way into her partner’s box, her body’s hips had driven forwards and taken Karin to the hilt with an audible ‘squish’. She doesn’t leave either of her lovers a chance to catch their breath, diving right into a frantic pace of tongue-fucking (accentuated by the increased grip on the back of her head) and a furious, hip-bruising cunt-stuffing (likewise made for easier by the liberal pool of tauric juices forced out each time).

Unwilling to be left completely behind, Shial musters up the effort to shuffle (careful not to dislodge Terra’s mouth) closer to the Dullahan’s body, before reaching up to spank her.

“Yrpfh!” her yelp is drowned out in pussy, but it sends tremulous vibrations throughout the Medusa’s core, and she immediately goes for another smack. Karin whinnies softly; her own hands are busy mauling her own tits like no tomorrow, but the spanking seems to be urging Terra’s hips on further. The red-head’s headless body grips onto Karin’s body, bending entirely across the back of her before rolling her hips in slow stirring motions. Each work of her hips is telescoped by similar movements from her tongue, getting the horny jade beauty even juicier.

Terra’s tongue tickles at folds while her upper-lip does its best to grind against Shial’s engorged clit. By this point her face is an utter mess of sticky-sweet excitement, and breathing becomes something only managed in brief gasps. Shial’s snakes have all long since gone still, occasionally shuddering like an ocean wave when the Dullahan’s tongue tickles something particularly sensitive.

It’s a reaction she earns with more and more regularity, even when her breathing is ragged from her body’s relentless efforts. Her teasing taster grinds itself ever-closer to the Medusa’s g-spot, but she doesn’t get a chance to actually reach it. She’s suddenly squeezed by thighs on both sides, and the world turns to a mixture of spotty reds and whites. Shial’s orgasm is further heralded by a squirt of sticky sweetness that the redhead attempts to keep in her mouth. Sadly she coughs and splutters, spraying her partner’s twat with its own juices.

The world shifts abruptly and the quality of air improves as Terra is pulled out from between Shial’s legs. The sound of her body railing Karin fills her ears, spanking flanks and squeezing cheeks in equal measure. Shial’s face is finally visible, expression a mixture of bacchanal ecstasy and utter fulfilment. Even the unchanging expressions of her many head-snakes seem to be of greater cheer, lazily coiling amongst each other. Making sure the Dullahan doesn’t get a chance to say anything snarky, Shial pulls her into a slow kiss, drinking in her own taste. It turns out there’s at least one more feature of her body that’s serpentine; her tongue wraps sinuously around Terra’s own, milking it in peristaltic fashion.

Back with her body, Karin’s eager moans and whinnies have ratcheted up a fresh notch, and she practically throws her own massive hips back against Terra’s. The cheeky Dullahan’s body thankfully moves on autopilot, reaching down and pushing her hand in at the same time as her dick. If her cries had seemed loud before, now they turn into piercing pleasure as her endless depths are stretched by the additional intruder. Her upper-body goes limp, leant against the wall where her tongue hands out, drooling into a glazing of cum that’s been massaged into her breasts.

“C’mon Terra! Finish me! Oh pleasepleasepleaseI’msoclose!” she babbles, body glistening with sweat. The Dullahan can’t get a good thrust with hand and cock at the same time, and she reluctantly pulls it out...

Before forming a fist and thrusting it into the ‘Taur’s waiting ass on the back-thrust when it relaxes. There’s no resistance for nearly her entire forearm, up until it’s nearly crushed by the reflexive clenching of every muscle. Karin’s eyes screw tightly shut and she lets out a shuddering whimper. She cums so hard that compared to the modest little squirt from the Medusa, her body fountains around Terra’s lovemaking lance. Juices soak the mattress beneath them, paint the girl’s body from crotch-to-toe, and fill the air with the erotic scent of heat-inducing fuck-lust.

Terra’s facial expression goes slack, and Shial giggles in amusement as the helpless thing cums too, adding her own rich alabaster sauce to the frothy mess.

She lets out a muted “Ouch,” a few moments later when her body drops to the floor, “Do you think you could put me back on? I can’t feel my tongue properly.”

Shial snorts and leans backwards, passing Terra to herself. “That... was very good. Thank you.”

Terra grins, smooching a snake before stepping around to Karin. The Centaur babbles something that sounds like ‘fuck yes’, and puts up no fight when she’s pulled into a kiss. “Are you already done? I’ve not had a chance to take you on a ride yet!”

“...Maybe next time. It would also seem that Karin is quite spent. And now I need a bath.”

“Can I come with you at least?” Terra asks, slipping a pillow between Centaur and wall, before covering her in blankets. “She’ll be out of action for the rest of the night now.”

The Medusa sighs loudly, but her face is a coy smile. She slips her fingers through the Dullahan’s and leads her out of the room. “Fine, but just this once. I’ve seen you make a mess of my bath before.”