Side Smut 5: Scalia and Vale – Big MILF Energy (◆◆)

I walked up to the entrance of Scalia's inn and tavern and leaned against the door. I was holding two large crates stacked to the brim with fresh produce, set for delivery. These veggies would serve our community well, and Scalia had taken it upon herself to be the distributor to the various artisans and tradeswomen in town. These goods would also help monster girls in the surrounding region that had jobs that didn't deal directly in the production of food.

Leaning against the door, I tried to announce my presence with a shout, but it went unnoticed, so I pushed forward and slammed my head into the door a few times, knocking in quite a nontraditional way. I'd use my hands, but didn't want to set the crates down, so my thick skull would have to do.

The door was thrown open almost instantly, but to my surprise it wasn't Scalia that greeted me, but Vale, satyr woman and mother to Heather.  She was holding a clay cup brimming with a fragrant, fruity alcoholic beverage and eyeing me with a cocked grin.

"Hey there, strong boy," she grinned as she leaned on the door-frame and sipped her wine. "Here I was trying to cool down and a hot thing like you has gotta show up out of nowhere. So much for that."

"Hi Vale," I blushed. "Delivery for Scalia!"

"I can see that." Vale was a well-known day drinker and a textbook MILF. She was a bit thicker set than her petite daughter, but hardly looked much older. It was her energy that betrayed her superior age. Whenever she looked at me, I got those cougar vibes that sent chills running down my spine and triggered my danger sense in all the right ways. She was fucking hot, with blazing red hair and freckles on her dimpled cheeks. Her eyes were always heavy-lidded with lust and at least partial intoxication, and she had the tendency to favor her left hip when standing, making her figure pop in the sultriest way. Add to that the odd allure of her cloven hooves and ram horns, and she was a total knockout.

Her outfit and sense of fashion were also stellar. being the leather-worker, tailor, and tanner in the community, she wore the finest garments of just about anyone in Tater Town.  She took one last look at me and stepped out of my way. She wore an overlong, beautifully embroidered and designed white loincloth with floral patterns running along its sides as well as a matching strapless top that displayed plenty of toned midriff. She was well and evenly tanned, with sinful curves that had me crying out "Mommy" in my mind whenever I spent too much time staring. She was hot and she fucking knew it.

She moved out of my way, letting me pass through, but watching me lustfully as I walked into the tavern. "Scalia," she called out. "Our snack is here."

"Oh, no, these are for distribution among the community," I said, awkwardly correcting her. I set the crates down on a table and turned to face her.

She walked right up to me and dragged a finger down my chest. "I was talking about you, actually."

I gulped.

Scalia appeared behind the counter, slithering in from her back room. "Well, well, well," she grinned. "You busy today, hero? I think we might have something you could help us with."

"Well, I have to do my forest patrol in a bit," I said, brushing some sweat from my brow. "What do you need?"

She giggled, a low, womanly sound that rang all the right bells. "You know, you never did pay me back what you owed me from the first time you came here. And the second, with May Belle."

"Oh," I said. "Let me run back and get some coinage. I think we can probably afford to square that away with interest."

"Oh, I've got the interest," she hissed, her forked tongue flicking. "No need to worry about that. Do you remember the deal we made?"

"Did we make a deal?" I asked. I honestly couldn't remember the details, but I was fairly certain I saw where this was going. "Jog my memory."

"Gladly," she said as she slithered to the door and locked it ominously. She turned to me, and I swallowed hard as she untied the bandanna she wore as a top and exposed her heavy breasts for my examination. Scalia was fucking gorgeous. Her body was slightly tighter than Vale's but similarly mature, both of them appearing to be early to mid-thirties by looks, but where Vale was voluptuous and soft, Scalia was a bit more sculpted. Both were absolute goddesses.

She had green hair, yellow serpentine eyes, a forked tongue, sharp, angular facial features, and an ample bosom that stacked up well against many of the girls in town, but couldn't hold a candle to my holstaurs, of course. Still, she was by far the most exotically sexy monster girl around, with her lower half transitioning into a scaly green and yellow-striped snake tail where legs should be.  If you included the tail in her measurements, she dwarfed me, but the proportions and dimensions of her human half made her slightly smaller. Vale, for her part, stood almost as tall as me on her hooves.

I turned my head to look at Vale and found her fully naked, her entire buxom figure open to my gaze. She was folding her garments neatly and setting them down on the table. "I'm not letting you have all the fun, Scalia. As I recall he's still in arrears for the first set of clothes I made for him anyway."

"I'm pretty sure I paid that back," I grumbled.

She sat on the table and opened her legs, two fingers parting her pussy lips for. Already wet. "How sure?"

I swallowed as I voraciously consumed the sight. "Suddenly very unsure."

She giggled. "What a bright young man you are."

I felt my cock straighten in my pants, threatening to rip itself free of its linen prison. The door was locked behind Scalia anyway, and momma didn't raise me to refuse hospitality or be uncharitable to women in need. I fumbled to untie the twine holding the waistband in place with urgency.

"Let me handle that," Scalia said, and she grabbed me by the waist and guided me over to the table where Vale was already prepping herself for me, rubbing her cunt lips with abandon as she eyed my bulge and bit her lip. Her free hand kept her lips working on her wine for one last gulp as I drew closer with her lamia friend.

Once I was in place, Scalia practically ripped my pants off. "Careful," Vale groaned. "You break it, you buy it. Don't make me have to make him a new pair."

"Sorry," Scalia hissed, but she didn't look sorry. She sank down on her tail so that she was at eye level with my freed cock. "It's so big," she moaned. "Biggest I've seen."

I blushed with pride. "That's the nicest thing I've heard all week."

"It's true. It'll be hard to take on." But then her eyes lit up with naughty purpose. "I'll manage, though."

She descended onto my cock like a hot, wet dream. My eyes rolled back into my head and I groaned louder than I meant to as I watched her lips slide down my shaft and then right back up, taking me to the base each time like it was all too easy.

"Holy fuck," I groaned. "That's...wow."

"Let me have a taste," Vale shuddered as she climbed off the table and sank to her knees, side-by-side with Scalia in front of me. Scalia backed off to let her friend get in her licks. The satyr MILF parted her lips and took my cock deep into her hot wine-coated throat.

"Fuck!" I gasped as I felt my balls tighten and my hips buck involuntarily. "Vale! Fuck!"

"Not yet," she laughed around my dick. "We're gonna take it nice and slow." Those were the words she said, I think, but they were muffled as she didn't break contact with my shaft the whole time.

As Vale romanced my shaft, Scalia focused on my balls. She licked and sucked at them with a nurturing instinct only a mother could know, and I groaned as I felt her long tongue swirling around my sack. I noticed that Scalia, too, was oddly aroused just from servicing me, moaning as though I was making love to her already.

"Oh, God," I moaned, mirroring her cries. "This is too much. This is like cocaine on Christmas morning."

Scalia looked up at me with her yellow eyes and smiled. Her tongue flicked out and she lapped at my sack, and I whimpered as I felt her fork caress my nuts and the sensitive skin surrounding them. The texture of it was exquisite, and I thought I might cum just from that sensation alone, but Vale was another matter altogether. Her full lips and agile tongue betrayed a level of skill and love for giving head that rivaled the best, most attentive blowjobs I'd ever gotten.

I watched as she worked her way down my shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, watching me with those gorgeous green eyes and smiling when she probably guessed how close I was to cumming already. All the while, Scalia cooed and hissed as she sucked on my balls, and soon I was going to burst.

Suddenly the question of when I would come vanished into a question of just how much a mess I was going to make. I was certain Vale sensed it because she pulled back, gasping and sucking air through her teeth. She smiled up at me and gave my shaft one last slurp before pulling away, standing up, and seating herself on the table again, spreading her legs wide to invite me. "Not yet, young man," she hummed lasciviously. "I want to feel your molten seed inside my pussy."

Fuck. I forced myself to calm down, though I was teetering the brink.

"What about Scalia?" I asked, sparing a look and a thought for the snake girl.

"I'll wait my turn." I wondered just how that was going to work, as I didn't see any signs of a pussy in her lower body--and I wasn't sure I found the idea of fucking a snake body particularly appealing anyway. But I tabled it for the moment and descended upon Vale, making out with her first, running my hands along her smooth stomach and up to her heavy breasts.

Her nipples were large and hard, and I could feel them poking against my palms like a dulled thumbtack as I fondled them. I suckled one between my lips, and she shivered as I slid my tongue across her tit and down to her navel. I moved to the other and repeated the process, and she rewarded me with a deep contented sight as I nuzzled her belly button and attempted to forge a path even further down.

She gripped a clutch of my hair tightly all of a sudden. "No," she said, pulling my head back up and glaring me in the eyes. "Your cock. Not your tongue."

I nodded, stood, and gripped her waist, pulling her toward me and positioning my manhood carefully at her entrance like a gentleman. She reached down and spread her pussy open with her fingers, and I groaned as I felt the slick folds of her sex tease my tip. I pressed forward, feeling her slippery walls swallow me up as I entered her. Her eyes went wide, and for a moment the normally in-control woman flashed a look of vulnerability, but it was quickly consumed by a renewed horny grin. "Ohhh," she cooed. "That's about as good as I was hoping, I'd say."

"About as good?" I chuckled. "Then allow me to up my game."

She grinned wickedly. "Go ahead, then. Show me what you can do."

I took a deep breath and began to thrust into her, slow at first, but hard and deep. I moved with a purposeful rhythm, building speed and momentum, watching her face to know when I'd found her sweet spot. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as I pushed into her, and soon she was panting and sweating and writhing on the table, leaning back on her elbows, her face hot and desperate.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "That's it, young man! That's it, ohhhh, yes, yes, YESSSS! Give it to mommy!"

"How do you like me now?" I panted, my own voice hoarse.

"I like you plenty, hero," she moaned, her eyes briefly crossing before they focused back on my own. "Oh, by the gods above!"

"Here it comes," I warned. "Ready?"

"Yes, please!" she gasped.

I slammed into her, and she shrieked, her eyes rolling back as she came, her pussy squeezing me tight and milking my shaft as her orgasm crashed over her like a glacier making landfall. She collapsed backward on the table, and I clenched my jaw as I shot my load deep into her. I groaned in unison with her as my cock fired several powerful blasts of cum outward to flood her womb.

"Oh, that was so good!" she laughed, breathing hard, patting me on the head. "I haven't been fucked like that since Heather was conceived."

I suddenly felt my heart clench in my chest, and she must have noticed it on my face.

"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "I would have told you if I were trying to conceive with you," she said as she stroked my face. "We can save that talk for another day."

"Hope you've got some cum left for me," Scalia said from behind me. I turned around to face her and and saw her snaky tongue tasting the air in anticipation.

I nodded. "I'm not sure I know how to fuck you," I admitted. "You're going to have to walk me through it."

She chuckled. "Oh, you don't have to do a thing except relax."

I watched her cautiously as she sank between my legs again, ready, apparently, to blow me once more. I was confused, but didn't say anything, just letting it happen. It all became clear very quickly as her tongue stuck out and went taut and I saw the forked part split into an opening that expanded to accommodate my entire tip. I groaned instantly as it happened, the feeling so ridiculously intense--it was like her tongue had a pussy, and I watched as it enveloped me and fucked me like an automatic fleshlight, sliding me in and out with almost mechanical perfection. The texture of the inside of her tongue was at once bristly and smooth and extremely wet. As it pumped and milked me, her lips also slid up and down the base. It was like getting fucked and sucked at the same time--an utterly insanely potent sensation.

"Lamias like Scalia have their pussies in the fork of their tongue," Vale explained, her head leaning on my shoulder. She stroked my hair as Scalia consumed me, and also played with the lamia's locks at the same time. "That's why you probably noticed her moaning even as she sucked on your balls. Her tongue is her most sensitive part."

I couldn't even speak. All I could do was surrender to the pleasure, letting it wash over me. It was a new experience for me, and it was beyond anything I could have imagined. I closed my eyes and let myself go, letting the sensations take over.

Soon I felt my balls tingle with the preamble to a mighty orgasm, and I instinctively gripped the lamia woman's hair and bucked my hips as I unloaded my seed into the channel of her tongue-cunt. She moaned hard and heavily as I realized from the seizing and quaking I felt from her tongue contracting around me that she, too, was cumming, her lips vibrating on my shaft. Her fingers dug into my hips and probably left a bit of a mark, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Sprinkle had trained me to endure much worse than that.

Finally she pulled off of my cock with a pop. "Ohh fuck, hero," she moaned. "That was incredible." A bit of stray cum--mine and hers--dribbled down her lips, and she quickly did her best to wipe it away but only ended up smearing it.

"I take it our debt is settled," I said, stroking her hair back behind her shoulder.

She and Vale eyed each other mischievously. "Well..."

"I think you've at least begun to repay us," Vale giggled. "Tell you what, why don't you come back here tomorrow for another payment. We'll work off that debt in no time."

I almost wanted to protest, but I quickly realized that this deal didn't exactly work to my disadvantage in any meaningful way, so I just grinned. "Sounds good. I'll be making regular payments."

Scalia nodded judiciously. "Excellent," she said, grinning. "I'd say within a few months you should be fully paid off--"

"--And by then we'll think of some other way to get you back in our debt," Vale chuckled, pumping and squeezing my cock to free it of the last stubborn bits of jizz.

I laughed. "Looking forward to it," I said. "Or maybe I'll find a way to get you in my debt."

I gathered my clothes and bid them farewell, heading back to the Sanctuary covered in sweat and girl juice. Autumn took one look at me upon arriving home and just shrugged. "I mean, I'm glad," she said. "XP and all. But you might actually have an addiction."

I laughed, knowing full well she was right. "Don't judge me," I said. "After all, I'm the monster you made me."