“Ouch, watch it!” I cried and winced in pain.

 

Susan's paw pad glided over the top of my head, tussling my dirt enriched hair, and revealed a sizable bump.

 

     “Mayhap, if you ceased entertaining that barbarian's challenges, you would not need endure the pain of my cures,” Shoshanah replied.

 

Her eyes stayed solely on my injury and her voice, bereft of proper bedside manners, remained cold and aloof. The twin tattoos on her stomach changed from their usual white to green and that healing glow encased her paw in a likewise green aura. It worked its magic like an icepack and dulled the pain by slowly removing the swelling.

 

I had caught one good overhead strike from Rose during our most recent training session that ended about five minutes ago. She broke the whole branch over my head after I feel hook line and sinker for an obvious feint. The girl was a ruthless teacher... calling her a teacher may be too generous. Rose's lesson plans, her whole philosophy, was a sink or swim and learn by experience and through pain. Susan did have one thing wrong though.

 

     “She didn't challenge me, I'm the one who asked to spar,” I retorted.

 

     “Tis true. Yet only true for the first lesson. All other times, tis her who pulls at your sleeve like a petulant child for another bout.”

 

     “She gets less hits each time, so it's worth it in the end,” I said with minute conviction. “It will pay off.”

 

Eventually I hope, I thought quietly to myself.

 

     “And until such a time you ascertain your confidence, you shall continue abusing the readiness of my services?” the Anubis sulked. “I sense a deplorable lack of gratitude.”

 

The hum from her hand lost nearly all its intensity and green glow surrounding her paw nearly vanished, and along with it the soothing pain killing relief.

 

     “Ow ow ow ow, okay okay okay,” I shuddered. “I give! Thank you, Shoshanah! You're a god send, Shoshanah!”

 

The lump had almost sunk back into my scalp, but the sudden cut-off of healing magics caused it to quickly expand once again.

 

     “Hmph,” Susan pouted.

 

It had been good enough for her, because she reapplied that sweet healing magic once more and poured that it on until the lump on top of my head retreated entirely.

 

     I breathed a sigh of relief, “Much better~ I think I'll be good now.”

 

     “Hmmmm.”

 

That pondering hum didn't sound good. It didn't look good when I turned and saw her red eyes glaring straight into my own. My lower lip twitched.

 

     “Laven... It has been too long since I last properly examined you and performed and thorough and proper checkup.”

 

Crap.

 

     “I-I was thinking of just sleeping it off while I had the chance. Rose went off hunting with Minte and they wont be back for another hour or so... So I thought—“

 

     “Take it off,” Susan commanded.

 

A glint of red sparkled in her eye. My hands moved to the back collar of my shirt. Not under any compulsion, but out fear that noncompliance might lead to that. I sunk my neck into my chest and sat as still as I could, bracing myself on the tree stump I used as a stool. Her eyes picked out what I feared they'd hone in on. Along my arms, and a couple on my chest, were light bite marks where Rose had gently sunk her teeth into.

 

     “Training were we?” Susan's said, her voice filled with barely tempered fury.

 

Her tail bristled, her foot paws dug into the ground and her hands creaked as they clenched into furry fists. Her brown skin flushed a deeper shade of red around her cheeks and it spread to the whites of her eyes... I think I spied a vein pop out on her forehead too.

 

     “W-well, we locked grip at one point. She knocked me down, but I held on and brought her down with me. The t-two of us rolled about a bit, see?” I began to stutter and sound off with rapid succession.

 

Susan's reach and grip lashed out quicker than I could react with my sore and tired muscles. She grabbed hold of me by the shoulder and head, then she pulled my head out of my torso to reveal a series of telltale hickies along my clavicle. My voice died in my throat. Rose's flames were one thing, but the cold bitter flames of jealously washing over me from Susan right now led to a whole other type of burn.

 

     “I know what you're thinking. These are pretty nasty bruises, I know.”

 

I rolled for bluff. Susan bared her teeth and spoke. Loudly. And Clearly.

 

“TRAINING WERE WE?”

 

I opted to stop talking. Maybe playing possum would work. She might hunt based on sight and movement. Her scarlet eyes burrowed into and stabbed me like a hot poker. But she eventually sighed in much the same way red hot iron hisses when submerged into a cooling tank. Rather than throttle me with her paws, they reached out and touched my chest. The pad of her paws slid over my pectorals, up to my shoulders, down to my triceps and then back to my chest again. Her tattoos weren't glowing, nor did her hands glow green with healing magic...

 

     “Uh, Susan?”

 

     “Shh,” she hushed me immediately.

 

She was still mad, right? I dared another look and her face definitely glowed a deep shade of red. Her eyes had lost their intensity though. She bit her lower lip for a second there too. That subtle sign of body language caused me to invulnerably gulp.

 

     “...You assured me, the two of you, that would but train,” Susan sulked.

 

     “We were!” I said a little too quickly and a little too loudly.

 

     “So I took my eyes off you two, so I could pray and meditate.”

 

     “And we used that time to train.”

 

She leaned over and her small dainty nose took a couple whiffs next to my chest. I was sweating now. Next she licked my chest; the slimy warm feeling of her tongue against my bare skin nearly caused me to leap off my stool. I might have, but she pushed me back down, sternly.

 

     “This is not dried sweat,” She declared.

 

If she tried that again, she'd find a different result. Because now I was sweating bullets. At least not too much anger smouldered in her eyes when she looked back up me this time. There lay a certain mystery to what the look on those eyes meant. Soft, moist, devoid of anger, yet gazing into me and looking for something. Shoshanah turned her head and pressed the white fluff from her canine ear against my chest, like a makeshift stethoscope.

 

     “I—“

 

     “Shhhh,” She hushed me again while raising a single claw from her paw in front of my face.

 

That claw made its way over to my chest were it traced a circle around my abdomen, right at my diaphragm... Right... That's where I very nearly got blown in half by that crazy sorceress. Of course she'd inspect that place if she were doing a checkup. That's only natural. If I didn't already feel one hundred percent and that feeling of burning away from the inside were not a distant surreal memory I could no recall, I'd be concerned about it too... So that's why her tail would start wagging behind her like that, oh, and it'd be why her claw would start to migrate down toward my belt loop and—

 

     “Aren't we too old to be playing Doctor?” a voice called out from above.

 

Susan and I froze together. We looked up at the same time and were greeted by a mess of pink hair, green sweptback horns and a wide grin, all of it hanging upside down and but a scant thirty centimeters above our heads.

 

     “Ah!” the same sound of surprise escaped from our opened mouths.

 

     “HA HA HA HA!” the figured bellowed merrily, arms crossed over her chest.

 

And then she descended quickly from the canopy. She somersaulted once before her talons slammed into the earth and shook it violently. Ground broke and rocks cracked under her weight, the hard packed soil and stones breaking against her hard scales. Her released cloud of dust which overwhelmed us two hapless bystanders who were sent into a coughing fit.

 

A silhouette, like a mighty spruce tree standing upright, turned to face us. It appeared as though a cape covered her like a vampire, which then cast outward to dispel the cloud of dust and debris with a simple gust of wind. That cape was actually a wing and part of the girl's arm. Only one girl fit the description in both in form and action: Chris.

 

Susan stood up first, but only to push me back down by the shoulder when I tried to as well. That only made the towering figure seem more imposing. A swish of her long and powerful tail sliced through the air and Chris, all two hundred plus centimeters of her loomed over us both.

 

A tattered white cloth, wrapped as a twin tailed scarf around her neck, fluttered dramatically in the breeze. Her heroic stance complimented itself with her arm's fore talons resting valiantly against her hips. The girl's massive bust heaved and bounced a couple more times before coming to rest and the wyvern girl's leathery wing membranes folded nearly underneath her arms and off behind her.

 

     “Were you not currently preoccupied with your patrol?” Susan asked, a tone of suspicion in her voice.

 

     “My eyes see far, further than evil in vain should flee. I could finish a such a simple patrol it in half the time still... With one eye closed!” Chris boasted. “But instead, I see you two, alone, again.”

 

Again. The inflection she put on that word rubbed me the wrong way. Chris spoke with her usual deep and heroic voice, but that act of hers faltered a bit there. She let of that kind of tell, along with her eyes narrowing toward Susan. The anubis quickly scraped together her poker face. A professional would have rated it highly.

 

     “Tis merely a routine health checkup... You should be fully aware that Laven is not built from the same indomitable building blocks that you are.”

 

     “Hmmm? That so? He looks stiff to me.”

 

There's that tone again. Chris wasn't playing dumb like she normally does... Or she decided to play the role of cool headed detective instead. Either way, I think she connected a fews dots. Right now, and the last time Susan got hot and heavy like this after healing me... Alone in the woods... Oh god...

 

Chris strode around to our rear, behind me and clamped down on my shoulders with her forearm talons. A huge weight pressed down on me and left me with the feeling that trying to stand up or slink away would be met with resistance. That is to also neglect that the tips of those claws were razor sharp, the smooth cuticles before the metal rending hooks rest firmly against my now tense and knotted shoulder blades.

 

     “See?” Chris said while slowly pushing her own weight down on me through the shoulders, “It isn't just bones, organs and blood that needs healing. It is the stuff of the very soul.”

 

Now that takes guts, trying to lecture Susan about thing like souls.

 

The wyvern remained oblivious to Susan eyes which blinked a number of times in disbelief. Indeed. As I thought: Even Susan had a hard time comprehending how Chris could have gotten the gall to try educating her about such things. Meanwhile, Chris wings draped over my chest while her talons rubbed up against the taut muscles in my shoulder... I expected worse with those points seemingly ready to sink into my flesh with one wrong move. The hard dragon-like dermis of her claws were actually pretty warm and not the cold boney sensation I would have expected. I slowly felt the muscles in my shoulders.

 

     “Stop,” Susan commanded. “You're going to hurt him.”

 

     “Nonsense!” Chris' voice bellowed definitely from the depths of her diaphragm. “I am quite confident, thank you very much.”

 

She raised one talon from my shoulder and pointed daintily into her chest.

 

     “Flying is a taxing activity. One's flight muscles must always be in prime condition. Instant and reliable physical condition is a must. There is no predicting evil, but a sore and tried body, untrained and unprepared, are predictable to those that are not prepared.”

 

Chris let me go from her titan grip for a moment so that she could fold back her arms to knead her own shoulder and intercostal. I stole a glance and it looked far more sexual than I think she intended; what with running her talons from her shoulders, down her to her collar bones, around the curves of her huge breasts and to her sides ending at her hips.

 

     “And you do not mind at all, do you, master?” came Chris, drifting into my ear.

 

A soft pillow-like feeling of soft skin, fat and muscle dropped down on my left shoulder. Chris leaned in with all her weight and I could feel her hot breath tickle my ear. Her under-cleavage molded to the contours of my bare exposed shoulders, but when she stood back up straight those jugs of hers bounced back right into place.

 

     “Yes, surely that is all in the name of flight,” Susan said, snidely, her eyes fixed to the wyvern's chest.

 

     “Hmm?” Chris hummed, her talons rolling off my shoulder and the tips gently scrapping down my chest.

 

I'm not prepared. Chris leaned forward and her weight pressed against my back and head. Her wings wrapped around me like a blanket... And her chest pressed up against the back of my head. No, it would be more appropriate to say my head sunk in. Sinking in-between her cleavage, two breasts whose sizes were comparable to my own head. My brain felt the warm embrace which began to melt it and made thinking harder. She stood about a whole head taller than I did, and I wasn't a short man, and so that made her already large breasts for her size even more massive compared to the ordinary sized world. Every experience I had with them never prepared me for the next. They always overwhelmed me.

 

One of Chris' claws traced its way back up my chest and tickled me under the chin like someone would scratch a cat. That's about when I caught on that Chris isn't playing around, or simply playing dumb. The pointed end then hooked around the curve of my jaws and gently pulled my face over to look back at hers. A flush of red had spread across her cheeks and an awkward pursed smile lay beneath a pair of eyes which seemed committed, yet still wholly embarrassed. Chris had strayed out of her comfort zone, but that didn't stop her when she reached for her top and pulled it back. Slowly, painfully slow, her under-cleavage drew back and revealed the white skin of her breasts. I wasn't sure if she planned it, but the suspender straps smushed in and rolled over her nipples and teased me by barely hiding out of sight; like a slingshot bikini.

 

A simple flex later, her breasts pulled apart enough that the suspenders rolled freely away from her giant mounds. Exposed to the elements were her pink nipples. They were not at all stressed and stretched out by the growth and sheer size of the boobs they crowned. With blood engorged eraser tip nubs and fleshy pink areola, neither did they show any sign of sagging. Chris' tits were in full defiance of gravity, her breasts never concave, instead healthily curving up, her nipples slightly pointing up toward the sky.

 

Chris resumed her massage, but this time with her bare breasts pushing against the back of my head. I could not longer see them, but that only caused my sense of touch to fill in the blank of missing stimuli. My eyes focused on Susan, whose expression had turned one of mortification. This would be about the time she began shouting and ordering Chris to stop, but the whole scene made her shrink instead. I thought at first that her dropping down to her knees would be a sign that the anubis lost her strength to fight. But it wasn't a sign of surrender. Her will had not been broken. It did not concern her that body wouldn't guarantee her an easy victory on this battlefield.

 

So she suddenly grabbed my leg with her paws.

 

     “Y-you're much too narrow minded!” she stuttered while attempting to sound bigger and in control.

 

My body had begun to feel more like melting butter. It offered no resistance when she yanked the boots off my feet. She wasted no time with the socks either. My feet felt encased in a pair of fuzzy slippers. A pair of soft paw pads in her hands squeezed down on my sweaty and tired feet and began rolling the tense muscles and tendons.

 

Paws kneading the soles of my feet in one direction, boney warm claws rubbing my shoulders and a pair of massive breasts cushioning my head from behind. I melted like butter. A gnarled and rotten feeling of my every muscle, exhausted from travel and battle, seeped out of me and into the ground to be washed away.

 

Shoshanah's competitive edge had kicked in and she brought it to the next level by removing the black Arabic of her top. Her chest was no slouch itself, the dark tan skin and small pink-orangish nipples of hers melded into an exotic sight to behold. Their size could not compare to Chris' (where I'm not sure where to begin measuring), but they were still filling out a DD cup. But not to be outdone, Susan slipped one of my feet between the farm cleavage of her breasts and up against her chest.

 

Chris noticed my sights locked on the deep tanned beauty in front of me and slithered out from behind me with a jealous spark glistening in her eyes. The massive mounds demanded my attention. Their gravitational field, by the very laws of nature, forced my gaze to fall into them.

 

     “Hey~” She greeted coquettishly, the deep masculine inflection replaced by her natural womanly and higher pitched voice.

 

She seized my right hand in her talons and brought it up toward her left breasts. There were more breast to these boobs than I could ever hope to hold in just one hand. My fingers sunk into the soft and fatty flesh. It danced and jiggled at the tips of my fingers whenever I desired. The beat of her heart, strong and fast, I could feel through her gigantic knockers. A light tinge of burning sulfur rode with each breath of her that washed over my face. With the vapor and oxygen in her every breath, the smell reminded me of a bubbling hot spring. A bit of smoke followed with each heave of her chest; a fire burning inside her.

 

Susan would not be denied or cut off at the pass, so she crawled back up from my feet and pressed in opposite to Chris. She butted her way in and both their right breasts collided with one another. It was like putting a V10 and V16 engine next to one another. Yet Susan wasn't about to let a few extra cylinders let Chris tear down the track without her. Chris' bust had the size advantage, and the height advantage, so they dropped down on top of Susan's which were pushed downward. The anubis conviction, the strength of her back and willpower did not cause her to back away or be intimidated.

 

     “Pharaoh, please, to your heart's desire—”

 

The way they were both talking had me on edge. Both girls had left their better senses and were getting more daring and even more so intense. Susan grabbed hold of my left hand and pressed it sunk it into her own right breast. Nowhere near as much flesh hung from her chest to sink into. I could, however, hear her heartbeat more strongly.

 

     “Hey!” Chris protested.

 

She let go of my hand, but my hand had a mind of its own and wasn't ready to go anywhere yet. It continued to juggle and squeeze everything it could get between its fingers with its grasp. There had been a competition before, but when Chris put her weight and size into it, Susan could only cling to the edge. Her brown skinned breasts were nearly fully swallowed up by the size of the wyvern's snow white mountains.

 

     “Grrr,” Susan growled like a dog in return and moved in closer, pushing both their breasts aside and together.

 

They interlocked, Chris glared downward intimidatingly whilst Susan definitely leered upward. Whatever I had to say on the matter was no longer relevant. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't notice anything I have to say... If I could manage to say it.

 

Susan's claws and Chris' talons sought to draw at the same time and so they both shot toward my belt loop with lightning speed. I had been liberated from my pants in the blink of an eye. Although it would be Susan's paw over the bulge in my underwear. Chris' couldn't due to her steel rending talons being no match to the furry and soft padded hands of Susan. Their scrum pushed them closer together, and closer yet to me. I got caught in the middle when they stood up and clashed. Susan came pressing in from my left and Chris came in from the right. A pair of tanned tits wrapped around my neck and jaw while a larger pair of fair skinned fun-bags pinched the rest of my head in their cleavage. Both their weights drove me further into my seat and I could neither budge forward, backward, or side to side. My mouth was quickly shut with the collective flesh of both bound my jaw and covered my lips. The weak moans and flailing of my arms did nothing to break their deadlock. Their competition, conveyed through the few glances I would steal of fierce competitive stare down, meant my protests would go unnoticed.

 

All my attempts to divide the Red Sea of breasts came to no avail. Every passing moment sapped me of strength. The lack of oxygen to my brain made it harder and harder to resist the siren's smell of sweat and pheromones that oozed from the pores of their boobs. Everything I could hear, was growls, heart beats and the slapping of skin on skin. Everything I could see was darkness from my eyes being covered by nothing but breasts. Everything I could taste and feel were nothing but great mighty knockers.

 

Chris pulled away first, but not to give in. She merely moved on and found another avenue of attack. She pushed her entire bulk on me directly, resting on my thighs, and forced my hands were forced toward her tits. And so in the palms of my hands, between my fingers, where Chris' nipples while the white fatty flesh danced in my palms. The anubis looked upon the face of the wyvern which curled in delight. Her tits were squishing on my face, but she envied the busy hands working on her rival's.

 

From below, Susan pulled away, but not in defeat, to free my dick from their cage and guided it with her paws between her breasts. Wrapping her paws around my waist to secure us both, she rubbed her chest to and fro and my shaft rubbed along the gladiolus of her chest, squished between the flesh of her tanned tits. Her black silky forelocks hung down and tickled the tip of my cock, the anubis' candle flame canine ears pressed forward against the top her head while her bushy black tail wagged excitedly behind her.

 

Chris continued to press the weight of her chest into me and unable to resist any longer I slipped her left nipple into my mouth and sucked greedily.

 

     “Ahhhn,” She moaned. “Master, no matter how much you— they wont—“

 

I didn't care, I continued anyways.

 

     “...Not yet they wont— Ahhhh~“

 

She was cut half halfway through when I bit down on the red flushed nipple and rolled it between my first four teeth between my canines. A poor little shrub, young ambitious and growing tree behind us got uprooted and blown clear from the soil. Chris came a little, so her body spazzed out on its own, causing her long dragon's tail to swipe back and forth, obliterating it. Anyone else caught in that would have been destroyed.

 

Susan reached down with her head and licked the tip of my lower spear with her tongue before kissing the whole crown. An accomplishment I could be proud of myself for, of course, but even though my whole body sat, tired, beyond belief. My nethers grew excited and hard. Susan's lips took in the whole glans while her breasts pinched the shaft in her soft flesh. The feeling was divine.

 

Chris could not let her own climax go unrewarded. I had been well on my way with Susan, but the wyvern pushed the anubis aside. She knelt down further, with her ass and tail sticking far out behind her, and imprisoned my whole member between her breasts. It disappeared completely in there. Every crevice, nook and cranny felt the sweaty slick walls of her cleavage. The wyvern collected her breasts between her arms, crushing my dick between each, and then shook her mighty bust up and down.

 

Now it was Shoshanah's turn, and her face had flushed completely red. The sharp glint to her intelligent eyes had dulled and her bestial instincts had taken over. Her nostrils flared as she quickly sniffed the air just like a dog,;the sweat and pheromones which radiated off me and overheated her brain. Her face had been on a collision course with my own and our mouths collided. Had her panting tongue not been stuck our first, our teeth may have cracked after crashing together. Instead, my tongue and hers met, slid past one another and then coiled together. A sweet smell of saliva, the rush of her own pheromones from the silky smooth and fleshly shampoo scented raven hair of hers tickling my nose.

 

I braced myself with one hand which reached around and grabbed a handful of Susan's behind, the other desperately held onto one of Chris' horns. From the corner of my eye, which I could only pry away from Susan's face for a moment, Chris' mouth opened and a stream of natural lubricant drooled down and between her breasts where it quickly coated my dick. My cock has been rubbed raw and sensitive already, so the hot spicy saliva, full of flammable chemicals, felt like barely diluted tobacco sauce plashed on my swollen red erection. My stomach and hips drew back in response, not because of a scathing heat, but because the sense of touch, mixed along with the electric jolt of my nerves being stimulated by heat and a teasing amount of pain. A mouthful of mouthwatering curry, the flavor of which made the mouth burning oils only add to the experience in positive way.

 

Shoshanah finally pulled back for air. The two of us had nearly suffocated one another. A silky strand of saliva bridged between us, and broke when she slid back down my chest and toward where Chris was hard at work. She edged her way in and took up a spot to my left while Chris held the right. Their nipples docked together, their breasts collapsed back into their chests and the rest spilled out the sides while my penis wedged in the middle of it all. Their sweaty mounds lifted up and down, mushing into one another, grinding back and forth all over my cock. A mix of brown and white skin made a ying-yang balance around my member and spun erotically around. They glared at one another with a rivalrous spirit, but looked up at me with seductive smiles. Daring me to look back solely at one and proclaim her the victor.

 

I cast my head backward instead.

 

My groaning became unsightly as my tired muscles, quivering in the legs and hips, struggled to met the demand being placed on them. My body simply could not keep up with its own libido; despite it having seized control of my thoughts. It pushed it beyond the limits and I felt a pressure build from my balls to the crown of my cock. It's slow, almost painfully slow, but when it reached its end it felt so very good. My spunk had so much time to gather, that when it squeezed out at last, it fired off like a cannon. My dick had been buried beneath their breasts, but that couldn't stop the volcanic eruption of white that spewed up into the air.

 

Molten hot white spunk rained down on the brown and white breasts and surprised faces of each girl. It was thick, viscous and stayed in place wherever it landed. Not just half a dozen times, not even two dozen times, my hips shook and my balls emptied out another ejaculation a pool of white bubbled out from between the crevice of their two breasts. They separated from one another, their breasts stained a whitish-yellow.

 

I didn't have time to admire my handiwork, or the happiness it brought to both their faces. My body would have to pay the price of overexerting itself right after one of Rose's training regimens. I collapsed backward off the stump and slammed my back into the dirt. Chris and Susan chimed out in worry, but I couldn't offer them a platitude as my eyes closed shut and I fell fast asleep.

 

No doubt with stupid grin plastered on my face.