Oh it worked so well. Her eyes shut, then popped open wider than ever. Pupils shrunken as the intense jolt of sensation and pleasure rattled her to her core and brought her back to the moment. She squealed like a slutty pig into Harbin's mouth as drool trickled down the corners of her lips and along to her chin.

Then the change came.

She twist and writhed on those meat pillars as their shapes got thicker, their reach got longer, and flat flared heads scraped along and ground against her insides. Her body was twisted up and around them even more, Yukikaze looking like a human onahole than any sort of ninja. Yet despite the size and girth, the pace of the thrusts was absolute, constant slamfucking.

Every single motion was making her spasm and squeal into Harbin's mouth. Human words were beyond her, reduced to muffled gasps, cries and screeches. Every time those cocks bottomed out inside of her, her vision went white and hazy. Yet it was that same violent burst of pleasure that kept her from losing consciousness or drifting away. Her mind was crumbling to dust but her awareness was razor sharp.

She wrapped her arms around her body and squeezed, a sloppy and sluggish gesture that nonetheless tightened her up even further on those fat, beastly cocks. Orgasming again and again and again, a complete slave to endless and overwhelming pleasure.