Ser Jordan sighed as he stripped off the last of his armor, setting it on the floor in a heap. The duchess had strangely offered her own rooms as part of her hospitality, but he had not been in a place to refuse. Besides, he had slain the great Dread Wyrm, and he had rescued the duchess' younger sister, so why shouldn't he deserve some luxury for one night? Walking over to the window, he peered out across the rooftops of Umora far below, at the bottom of the castle's fortified hill. Beyond the town was a dense forest, and even further beyond that was the simple farming village he grew up in. He'd certainly come far from then, both in distance and in prestige. A sigh escaped his lips, and he brushed aside his long wavy hair. It was quite pretty, bordering on feminine, much like the rest of him, enough so that if one didn't look closely, he might be mistaken for a woman. The girls in his village had said as much, rejecting all his advances, but here in the city, the women were different. Perhaps even the duchess might take a fancy to him... The wistful thoughts wash through his mind as he turns back to the bed, slipping under the covers.
 
The night was quiet as the lone assassin scaled the walls of the castle, coming to a stop on one of the many sloping roofs. The Duchess of Umora would certainly be going on an unexpected trip tonight! Jasna nearly giggled at the thought, giddy at the idea of finally going on her first mission. And a duchess, no less, this was an important one! But it was to be expected, she was easily the best of her generation, or at least that's what the village elders told her. She wouldn't even need the little crutch they gave her, she thought, tapping the scroll case fastened to her hip. She had a big smile plastered on her cloth-covered face as she crested the large window, creeping into the room and quickly climbing up the wall. Nobody ever looked up, her mentors had told her, and she took it to heart. Her target laid just below her, tucked neatly beneath the covers. She couldn't quite make out her face in the gloom of the moonless night, but this was the correct room, and that long blonde hair was unmistakable, even in this darkness. This was her, no question about it, and she seemed to already be asleep. The perfect time to strike! Sliding down the edge of the wall, she slipped behind the canopied bed, and landed straddling the duchess' head. Spreading her legs, she let her bare sex slide closer and closer to the head of the sleeping duchess, until it was mere inches away. How would it feel? She'd practiced on dummies during her training, sure, but this was a live human being! Those had felt pretty good, and it surely couldn't be too different, right...? Sitting here, right next to her target, she realized she was nervous. Extremely so. If something went wrong here, on her first foray, it would spell the end for her. No! She had to stay resolute! She was the best of the best, and seconds from victory, she wouldn't worry about it now! Plunging her hips downward, she took in the duchess' face. She was doing it! It felt leagues better than the dummies, the smooth, supple features of the duchess far more appealing than the rough-hewn cloth of the dummies. Her hand quickly flew over her mouth to stifle the moan that pressed its way out of her lips, just in time to muffle the sensual noise. If just her head was this good, then surely... She needed more! Throwing care and technique out the window, she hastily groped at the duchess' body, looping her arms underneath her armpits and yanking with all her might. Ah! Such ecstasy! Why hadn't the other guild members told her about this? She nearly lost her composure out of sheer bliss! So fogged by her pleasure, she failed to take note of how muscular those arms were, or how flat that chest was. Her mind was clouded by the lust of so large an insertion.
 
He'd just closed his eyes, his breathing evening out as he felt the beginnings of slumber begin to overtake him, when suddenly Jordan felt a strange presence close at hand. Something between a pressure and a warmth, whatever it is, he knew someone else was in the room with him. Probably close enough to see him. He readied himself to spring up and into action, knowing that he'd likely only get one chance to stop whatever foul deed was arranged. What came next though was entirely out of the realm of his own mental preparation... With a sudden shifting of weight near the top of the bed he felt a warm softness slam down atop his skull and then quickly widen, replaced with a tight tunnel filled with moisture! Within the span of 2 seconds, his entire head was subsumed in that tight space as his eyes opened wide and he cried out in panic! Reaching up to try and push his attacker off, his wrists were easily grappled and stuffed into the tight space alongside him as those walls clamp down like a vice grip! Amidst his own outcry he heared something of a deep, feminine groan, and several panting moans, confusion and fear now intertwined as his blood heats with adrenaline! What the fuck was going on? Suddenly hands were grasping under his armpits, yanking him further inside the tight space while at the same time the walls enwrapping him begin to undulate, pulsating in such a rhythmic fashion that he felt himself being pulled inside! "SOMEONE HELP ME," he shouts at the top of his lungs, but only a few intermittent noises managed to escape the tight confines of his attacker's pussy. The 'duchess' forced her belly to bulge out considerably, already thrashing with internal motions as she resisted with all her might, surprisingly strong for a woman! More than half of his form had been swallowed up by the time that Jordan realized with a horrific start that these walls are made of flesh! Whoever is doing this is consuming him, whole, alive, and squirming! "H-holy fuck! Gods help me!" He started panicking as he punched and flailed, trying his best to drag himself back out, but with an inexorable motion his body continued to be dragged across the bed and into the assassin's greedy pussy, his hips finally entering as well as her gut bulged out heavily with the full form of what was definitely not a woman, judging by the masculine voice crying out, and those hairy legs!
 
So lost in her pleasure, it took Jasna quite a while to realize something was amiss. The combination of the lack of breasts, the heavy force behind those punches, the strength that rivaled her own, those hairy legs, and... was that a dick she saw? The cloud covering her mind finally broke, shattering like a pane of glass. Oh gods! She had the wrong target! She nearly began to panic, adrenaline quickly mingling with her lusty hormones as her composure broke. Gods, no! She'd failed, how could this even happen! It was a nightmare! She probably would have been choking back tears, had she not been still feeling the rapturous feeling of the "duchess" wriggling around in her. No, she had to focus! The mission hadn't failed yet! Sure she had grabbed the wrong target, but that didn't mean she couldn't still get the right one! She didn't know if she could fit more than one in her; she'd never done it before. But she surely had to try! Otherwise she'd be finished! And surely if one felt this good, two must feel even better, right? Now back in control, she returned her attention to the man, half his body already deep inside of her. With a silently whispered "sorry," she slowly sucked him the rest of the way in, his flailing legs getting slurped up like a pair of noodles. Alright. It was time to track down that duchess, and suck her up too! Moving with surprising grace, in spite of the pale white dome of a gut she carried, she crept over to the door, and silently opened it a crack. Luckily, there weren't any guards in the hall at the moment. The coast was clear. The only thing standing in her way now was the constant stimulation she felt from deep within her nethers, her sex slick with her juices as she subconsciously rubbed her legs together. Gods, this was going to be rough. Putting her back to the wall, she began to climb.
 
Jordan was pounding his hands and feet against the stretchy walls of his new prison as he was fully deposited inside. "Let me out!!" He roared, his outcries muffled due to the thick layer of soft flesh that separated him from the outside world. As Jasna snuck out into the hall, she found her way to a well guarded room, with yet another highly insecure rooftop entry point. The door itself was heavily guarded, but it'd be a quick and easy job to clamber up onto a support beam, and then leap across the walls towards what is undoubtedly the 'real' target's room. Only.. it would be, if it wasn't for the large, globular belly she sported, constantly writhing and filling her with pleasure. Inside, Jordan was waiting for opportune times to give powerful kicks, stretching her guts out to an incredible distance before her natural flexibility and musculature forced him back into a tight, wobbly ball of meat hanging heavily from her hips.
As Jasna crept across the rafters overhead, one of the guards moved away from the door, leaving only one behind as he sighed in boredom. Just when he thought things couldn't get more dull, a shining glob of feminine excitement ran down Jasna's thigh from her over-prepped pussy, landing with a wet splash atop the man's head. He blinked in confusion, raising his gaze up and staring right at her, aghast! "H-halt!"
 
Oh Lord... She didn't know if she'd be able to withstand much more of this... His thrashing had died down a bit, sure, but it had been replaced by rhythmic, powerful kicks that stretched her out beyond belief. It was nearly impossible to make progress climbing the cobblestone walls, as each time he let out one of his kicks she had to shield her mouth, lest one of the intense gasps get free. Slowly but surely though, she made her way up and over that wall, into the room where she could see what HAD to be the duchess, sleeping comfortably in an equally decadent bed to the last one. She sat there for a moment, her back pinned to the ceiling, analyzing the sleeping body to be extra sure it was her. Gods... It was so hard to focus with this man thrashing... She was so wet right now, her thighs slick with her juices, she couldn't stand waiting a second longer... Until she looked down, just in time to watch a single glob of her nectar drip off and splat atop the head of the guard below her. No... Don't look up! But it was a fickle dream, no person would be able to resist! Her stomach felt sick, thinking about what was to come next, She had to do it, even if it meant jeopardizing the whole mission. Escaping without her prey was better than getting caught! Just as the man opened his mouth, she let go of the ceiling, her body closing the distance in seconds as her pussy descended onto the man's head, taking him in up to the shoulders in a single smooth motion! Jasna gasped in the shock of being penetrated so fast, in awe of how being stuffed even further felt. Her feet still didn't reach the ground, so she was left balancing atop the guard, the terrified and confused man stumbling about blindly as he was slowly devoured. Frantically grabbing at the guard's tunic, she rapidly began forcing him inside, her head whipping back and forth frantically as she looked for the other guard. Thankfully, he seemed to be totally gone, at least for now. She was almost done with this one, his body already in up to his hips as she continued to drag him in further, aided by gravity. Damn her short stature! The guard had nearly a foot on her, she was still so far from the ground! When her feet finally touched down, she let out a sigh of relief (half moan, really), and deftly sucked up his legs as well. His tunic and armor had already dissolved in the caustic juices that seemed so ineffective on flesh, and his pants were soon to follow. Oh gods, she felt so full, she was almost sick! But any sickness was more than overwhelmed by her lust, inflamed even further by the addition of another struggling man. A combination of the immense weight and the immense ecstasy leaving her weak in the knees, she shakily pushed open the door to the bedroom, stalking over to the sleeping duchess. She had heard legends of assassins of her clan taking in two targets at once, but three? It was unheard of! Still, she wouldn't give up on her mission, even if it meant she would burst.
 
The guard was crying out and fumbling inside as Jordan realized with a start that his captor was trying to take another! Gods have mercy! He tried to shove the man back out, pushing on his shoulders as he shouted, "You have to go find help! She's taken me too!" But it seemed to be no use, as with his own weight adding to hers, and gravity on her side, she slowly but surely sank to the floor, finally managing to stuff in the cursing, flailing guard. Her gut is IMMENSE now, with two full-grown males packed away tightly in her womb as they fight and contend for space! Now there's no one standing in her way to take the Duchess, sleeping peacefully in her bed. The sound of the creaking floor underneath Jasna's weight however had other plans it seemed, as suddenly the Duchess' eyes snapped open as she rubbed them and sat up. "Ser Jordan, is that you?" She blinked the sleepy haze from her eyes, wondering who might be in her room at so late an hour. She hoped it was Ser Jordan, come to share her bed for the night. She swooned at the thought, though it was quickly dispelled by the sight before her. Her eyes widened as she saw the scantily clad woman racing towards her, immense belly bouncing, with indentations upon it looking very much like hands and faces! Before she had a chance to scream, Jasna deftly unfurled the scroll from a holster on her hip, the spell immediately going off as the Duchess' scream is cut off about 5 feet behind her. No one could hear her now... "GUARDS! Come quickly there's a rotund woman in my room who looks feral!" The duchess pulled back her covers in fear, scooting away from the would-be assassin! Upon hearing the Duchess cry out, both the guard and Jordan began to fight even more earnestly! "Flee your highness! We'll try and incapacitate her!" The intensity of their struggling caused Jasna's entire body to shake as her belly spasmed and rippled with their incredible movements, like her captives were trying to burst out of her!
 
Jasna moved closer in what could only be described as a waddle, closing the distance faster than a woman of her size had any right to. Now within that bubble of silence, she was free to gasp and moan to her hearts content, and she did so with a manic fervor, her head thrown back as she stomped up to the bed. "I'm sorry Duchess, but you're coming with me. Or, well, in me... And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to enjoy it~" Defying all logic, she leapt towards the frightened woman, her powerful legs propelling her forward as she tumbled onto the bed, standing atop the mattress. "Now are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?" She took another step closer, close enough that her rotund gut loomed over the duchess, intimidating next to her positively frothing pussy, dripping like saliva from a hungry maw. The Duchess' eyes are wide as she screeched at the incredible leap and backed away, holding up a lace-lined pillow like a shield between them, staring at that incredibly huge and rotund belly! "Y-yo-you fiend! GUARDS! Attend me at once! Where the hells are those men?! Stay away from me!" She threw the pillow at Jasna, the soft projectile bouncing off of her gut as she tried to roll over and make a break for it! She was wearing surprisingly sexy lingerie, made of white lace, meant for the eyes of Ser Jordan, not some hyper-pregnant lunatic! "RUN LADY NORA!" Jordan roared, kicking and punching large bulges out from Jasna's middle, the Duchess' eyes bulging out of their sockets as she gasped and tripped, flying to the floor in a heap as she scrambled upright onto her knees. "I-Is that you Ser Jordan?! Oh gods what did she do to you?!!"
 
She laughed, stepping off of the bed towards the fallen woman. "The same thing I'm going to do to you, my lady~" Releasing another pent up moan, she sprung into action. She could scarcely reach around her gut at this point, but she could still reach down, stepping over the panicking woman as grabbing her head. With a maniacal cackle that was half lusty groan, she shoved that head into her sex, stretching her out once more. Oh Gods, it hurt! But beyond that pain was a pleasure she couldn't describe, something too wonderful to possibly be real. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine ever being this full, but here she was! It was a slow, laborious process, getting her prey deeper in, the strength of her loins fighting off the combined strength of not one, but two men. But her training had been intense, and she was strong, strong enough to overpower their lack of leverage, taking in the duchess' shoulders after a minute or two. She had to move faster. The silence spell was going to run out! Grabbing with all of her strength, and letting out a mighty roar, she shoved her prey's body inward hard, getting in another whole foot of her sexy body. Then another foot disappeared within, then another. Soon enough, all that was left were the lady's kicking legs, which were once again sucked up like a pair of unruly noodles. She had done it. Collapsing onto her butt, she let out a massive sigh, resting for the final minutes of that silence spell. Or, at least she intended to. Immediately, her fingers dived for her sex, dipping in and out at a blinding speed, driving moan after moan out of her lips as she easily reached a powerful orgasm, her womb clenching tightly around it's three occupants. Left panting for breath as the spell ended, she pushed herself back up to her feet, her stomach nearly reaching the ground as it sat low on her hips. Gritting her teeth against the urge to continue to moan, she, to the best that her situation would allow, waddled quietly towards the balcony, stepping out into the night air, cool on the miles of skin she was showing. Gods, she hoped she could still climb like this. She had a hell of a wall to climb, and her camp was still a day's jog through the forest, and that was before she was encumbered.