Female/Female

Fantasy

Sealed the Kiss

Hannah woke up to another warm, lazy day. The night before had been so hot, almost 90 degrees, and her air conditioner was broken, so she found herself, once again, grateful for living so far from everyone. She lived so far out in the Florida plains that, on days like this, it was absolutely okay for her to sleep and even walk around naked. Since she wasn’t expecting anyone to show up around her house any time soon, she slipped out from under the thin sheet covering her slim figure and went to get ready to go outside. After raking a brush through her waist-length auburn curls and another across her teeth, she was ready to go out. On her way out of the door, she grabbed a trowel and a few bags of seeds.
As she stepped outside, she stopped and took a high breath, tasting the earth and sky. She could hear the cicadas buzzing, and almost taste honeysuckle on the breeze. Completely relaxed, not to mention naked, she bent down and went right to work. Burying her hands in the soft soil, she feels completely at ease. She doesn’t even notice the young woman hiding amongst the tall grass.
Lorraine was her name, and she had been watching Hannah for quite some time now. She absolutely loved watching Hannah get on her knees, ass up, almost like she was presenting herself for her. But it was a confusing pleasure, her entire life she has never so much as looked at another woman, and it angered her to no end that this one big-breasted whore evoked such a response in her. What was so attractive about her?! Was it her full, heart-shaped ass? Or was it her DDD tits? Fuck, she didn’t know. She just wanted her.
It was almost dusk by the time Hannah looked up from tending her garden. She wasn’t finished yet, she still had at least seven more bulbs to plant, but that could wait until tomorrow. After all, she was only 22. She had all the time in the world. Or so she thought.
As Hannah was walking into her house, she tripped on the welcome mat. She ended up falling on her wrist, spraining that, and twisting her ankle. As she cried out in pain, Lorraine realized exactly what she wanted from this big-titted bitch.
Hannah was crying, she was in so much pain. She knew she couldn’t walk because of her ankle, or crawl because of her wrist. Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurred to her: how was she going to get to the phone for help? She realized she was going to either have to drag herself to the kitchen or hope that someone would come along and help her. She knew that the chances of someone coming were slim to none, but the thought of dragging her naked body across a few yards of carpet was so daunting that she decided she should wait a while. In the meantime, she figured she might as well get comfortable. She tried rolling over, but it hurt so much she involuntarily let out a scream of pain and started crying harder. At that moment, Lorraine snapped. She got up and sprinted over to the helpless Hannah.
Hannah didn’t even notice anyone was there until she felt a warm, slender hand on her shoulder. She started and tried to raise her hand to defend herself, but only succeeded in losing her already precarious balance and smacking her head on the floor. Her vision swam and she tried to moan and ask who’s there, but her mouth remained slack. She could feel her unknown savior attempting to lift her, but then giving up upon realizing how heavy she is. In the end, her savior just ended up dragging her across the carpet. Somewhere in the back of Hannah’s mind she wondered why her savior is dragging her to the kitchen instead of just getting the phone. Her mind couldn’t actually process the thought, however, as she just ended up blacking out.
She woke up in her own bed to the sound of crickets and a sore body. She groaned and almost tried to roll over, before remembering that she sprained an ankle and wrist. Thinking it would probably be better if she checked to see how they were doing first, she tried to lift her arms. That’s when she realized she was tied down. Hannah froze for an instant as her panic rose up in her chest. Before she could scream, however, she heard a wry chuckle right next to her head.
She got lost in her fear. She pulled on her restraints and screamed, lost in the panic of the moment. She was so scared, her brain couldn’t register the pain from her abused limbs.*Smack!*
Her head snapped back from the force of the blow. She was so stunned, she stopped screaming immediately. Whoever was by her bed grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head around.
“I just want to make this very clear, you know how far out we are. You can scream as much as you like after I let your hair go, but you of all people know you will never, ever be heard.” Her once-thought savior growled in her ear. Hannah froze in confusion and shock. Up until this point, she assumed whoever was by her bed was a man, she assumed she was going to be raped and held hostage for weeks, maybe forever. But this was no man, this was a woman! In disbelief, Hannah opened her eyes, only to see a pair of beautiful hazel eyes draped in a long, golden mane staring at her.Maybe she just wants my money, Hannah thought, no, prayed, to herself, “please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want!” she added aloud*SMACK*
“First of all, I will hurt you if I DAMN well please you fucking bitch” even with her face scrunched up in anger, this woman was captivating, Hannah’s jaw dropped and she felt herself get slightly aroused. Because of this, all Hannah could do is stare. That visibly angered Lorraine.*SMACK*
“DO YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BITCH?!?!”
This snapped Hannah out of her reverie, “what do you want, I-I’m sorry!!” she wailed. Her assaulter hesitated visibly, then got even angrier.
“I! DON’T! NEED! TO! TELL! A! CUNT! LIKE! YOU! WHAT! I! WANT! FUCK! YOU!” Each word was punctuated by a sharp slap, Lorraine wasn’t even aiming by the end, migrating lower and lower with each slap. By the end of the sentence, Hannah’s milky white skin was a painful, glowing red and her soft, tender pussy was wetter than it had ever been.
It seemed Lorraine could tell Hannah was getting aroused by this, and this got her absolutely livid. Why the fuck wasn’t she cowering?! This bitch needed to be taught a lesson! She looked around the room for anything that might suit her needs when her eyes fell upon something interesting. She quickly snatched it up.
“Open your legs, cunt” Lorraine ordered.
Hannah whimpered and shook her head. She could see what her attacker had in her hand.
“I SAID OPEN THEM!!”
With no other choice, Hannah slowly opened her legs. Lorraine decided after a split second that she wasn’t quick enough and forced open her thighs. Upon doing this, Lorraine got a full view of Hannah’s glistening, twitching pussy. She couldn’t help but get aroused, and this made her angrier. She gripped what she had taken off her victim’s desk and held her legs open.
“You know what I have in my hand.” This wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact.
Hannah nodded silently.
“You know what I’m going to do with it.” Another fact.
Hannah cried harder, but nodded again.
Lorraine smiled at the pain she was causing.
Suddenly, she rammed the fat dildo up Hannah’s pink pussy to the hilt.
Hannah screamed, and Lorraine launched herself across her body and grabbed her throat with her nails. Hannah’s face went red as she struggled to breathe. Meanwhile, Lorraine was pumping the dildo in and out of her cunt with a vengeance. She was so angry at what Hannah was doing to her! How DARE this bitch arouse her like this! How dare this bitch lay under her, tied up and crying, moaning and coughing while she gets her cunt fucked by her own dildo. How dare this bitch make her grind up against her stomach! How dare her make her want to cum!!
Before Lorraine realized it, she was cumming. Just the look on Hannah’s face, the look of such fear and pain, made Lorraine’s pussy explode in ecstasy. This was the best cum of her life, why had she not done this sooner? It went on for ages, it seemed like. Eventually, Lorraine realized Hannah wasn’t screaming anymore. Those screams where her! She looked down at the body underneath her, and saw Hannah’s eyes rolling to the back of her head. Panicked, she pushed herself off of Hannah and leaned in to listen for breath. She seemed fine, but then why did she look like that? Lorraine looked down at Hannah’s crotch and saw why.
Hannah had cum. She had squirted all over Lorraine’s hands and stomach. Lorraine was appalled. How could someone cum from such abuse? Hannah looked so damn happy right then. Lorraine felt her rage subside. She finally knew what she wanted from this girl. Smiling gently, she leaned down, pulled the dildo from the poor girl’s abused pussy, and started tenderly licking it. It tasted so sweet, like cream.
Lorraine cleaned up all the cum off Hannah’s thighs and lips, then let her tongue flick over her stiff clit. She heard Hannah moan lightly, and licked again. Soon, Hannah was panting and arching her back while Lorraine sucked and flicked all around her clit. With one final suck, she had Hannah screaming and cumming all over her face. Once she felt the orgasm subside, she gently sat up and lay back across her woman.
Ever so gently, Lorraine pressed her lips against Hannah’s, as if she were afraid she might break the poor, abused woman beneath her. That all changed when Hannah slipped her tongue into Lorraine’s mouth and sealed the kiss.

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Fantasy

The Devil’s Pact Chapter 8: Dinner and an Orgy

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
The Devil’s Pact Chapter 8: Dinner and an Orgy
I led my fiancee, Mary, and our two, new sluts: the newlywed Chantelle and Lana; past the Maitre D’ and into the Skycity Restaurant, located atop of the Space Needle. The restaurant was a circular room, with tables lined around the windows that showed a magnificent view of Seattle at night. At the center lay a bar and the kitchen. As the restaurant slowly rotated in a circle, you could enjoy the entire panorama of the City of Seattle aglow with lights against the black pools of the Puget Sound and Lake Washington.
Mary gasped in surprise and pleasure. Earlier this evening, I had inspected the wait staff for the restaurant and kept the six most beautiful women and dismissed the rest. I had ordered them to line up, naked, save for the white, waist aprons of their uniforms. The aprons only covered their groins and the top of their thighs, leaving their flat stomachs and varied breasts on display. All were gorgeous in their own, unique and special ways.
“Choose three to wait on us,” I told Mary, “and the other three will serve Chantelle and Lana.”
“Thank you, Master,” Lana said, eyes feasting on the banquet of naked women, arm wrapped around her wife. Chantelle licked her lips.
“Your welcome, Lana,” I said. “Its your honeymoon, still, so you two have fun.”
Mary started walking around the waitress, eying them critically. She trailed a hand through the strawberry-blonde hair of feisty Fiona, pinched the plump, cinnamon rear of Hannah Smilingfox, and hefted the heavy, D-Cup tit of the otherwise petite Xiu. Mary played with the butterfly dangling from a silver chain that pierced through Xiu’s dark nipples. Then Mary was moving again, pinching the hard nipple on Wanda’s tiny, bee-sting breasts, slid her hand across the shaved lips of doll-faced Korina’s pussy, and goosed the slim ass of Ingrid, the lanky blonde.
Mary pushed Korina forward, wrapped one arm around Xiu’s waist and a second about Ingrid’s, pulling both girls tight against her sides and grinned wickedly at me. “Oh, we’re going to have fun tonight!”
Korina led us to a table against the windows, covered in a white, lacy tablecloth and set with sterling silverware and pink candles burning in silver sconces. Pink and red rose petals were strewn across the table and two bottles of champagne chilled in an ice bucket. I held out the seat for my fiancee and she smiled prettily at me. So prettily that I just had to bend down and captured her red lips in a kiss, before I sat opposite her. Korina heavy breasts swayed as she poured us each a flute of champagne and Mary reached out and played with her belly piercing, a silver heart dangling from a chain. Xiu produced two menus and set them before us. Across the room, Lana and Chantelle were being seated by Wanda.
I looked at the menu then at Xiu and her magnificent rack. I grabbed her and guided her to the floor beneath the table. The Asian beauty unzipped my pants and sucked my cock hungrily into her small mouth. Mary laughed, lifting the table cloth to watch. “Ohh, what a nasty girl,” Mary cooed. “You didn’t even tell her to start sucking.” Xiu gasped on my cock as Mary started rubbing her foot through her hairy bush. “Give him a titty-fuck with those massive breasts, slut.”
Xiu’s breasts were soft and silky on my cock, as she slid them slowly up and down. “Thanks, Mare,” I groaned. “Her tits feels amazing!”
Mary held up her flute of champagne and I held up mine. “To a night of pleasure!” she toasted and our glasses tinked together. The champagne was chilled and bubbly as it slid down my throat. Mary grinned licking her lips after what was probably her first taste of champagne. Fuck, it was my first taste of actual champagne, too. Mary was smiling wantonly and then hiked up her skirt. “Ingrid,” she beckoned at the blonde, Nordic woman.
“Yes, miss?”
Mary reached out, grasped the woman’s long, tight braid that fell all the way to her shapely ass and pulled her face down, hard. Ingrid gasped, but didn’t fight. “Get down on your knees and eat my naughty pussy, whore!”
“Yes, miss!” Ingrid gasped as Mary roughly shoved her head down. She got down on her knees, joining Xiu underneath the table and nosily started to eat out Mary’s cunt.
“Fuck this bitch is hot for pussy!” moaned Mary. Then she picked up the menu. “Mmhh, how about prawns for an appetizer?”
I just grunted, my cock felt too good to care what appetizer’s I got. Xiu was adding her tongue to her titty-fuck, licking the tip of my cock’s head as she slid her firm breasts along my shaft. Korina was taking the order, her nipples were hard and her face flushed. I reached out and fondled her pert ass, dipped in and found her shaved vulva, wet and hot. She gasped as I slid a finger up inside her.
“What do you want for the main course, Mark?” Mary asked, breathless. “I was thinking of … ohh shit!” She broke off as she convulsed in her chair, gasping loudly. “Jesus Christ, that little whore found my G-Spot!” Mary grabbed her flute of champagne and downed the last of it in a breathless gulp. Ingrid crawled out from underneath the table, lips smeared with pussy juices. Mary held up her glass, and Ingrid quickly filled it. “As I was saying, I’ll have the ahi tuna.”
“And you, sir,” Korina asked, her voice high and breathy as my finger probed up inside her cunt.
“Ah, the steak,” I groaned. I was close to cumming and really couldn’t be bothered to look at the menu.
“And how would you like that prepared, sir,” Korina asked. She was biting her lip, struggling to focus on her job.
“Medium … fucking … rare!” I moaned and spilled my white cum across Xiu’s olive breasts.
“Okay, sir,” Korina said and started to head towards the kitchen. I licked my fingers. She had a sweet, musky flavor.
Mary grabbed her arm, stopping her. “Let Xiu take the order to the kitchen,” Mary said and pulled Korina down into her lap and sucked a dark nipple into her mouth.
Xiu took the order slip, and blushing furiously, walked into the kitchen naked and covered in cum. There were a few hoots and hollers and Xiu quickly returned, somehow even redder, but with a smile on her face. Maybe she enjoyed being humiliated. I downed the rest of my champagne and followed Mary’s example and pulled Ingrid down onto my dick. Her wet cunt slid pleasantly down my cock and she gasped as I invaded her, wiggling to adjust to the sudden penetration. I kissed her lips and tasted Mary’s sweet and spicy flavor on her rosy lips.
“Don’t just sit on my dick, whore!” I scolded, slapping her ass. “Wiggle those hips.”
As she fucked my cock, I pulled Xiu over and had Ingrid lick my cum off Xiu’s large, full tits. Ingrid started getting into it, moaning as she sucked and licked Xiu’s beautiful tits while her hand sliding down beneath Xiu’s apron to start fingering the Asian girl’s pussy. Ingrid’s pussy was tight and velvety on my cock and I shot a load of spunk deep in her. She stumbled off my lap and started to frig her clit as my cum ran down her leg.
“Service,” a voice yelled from the kitchen. None of the kitchen staff came out, I was quite clear with the cooks to stay in the kitchen.
I smacked Ingrid’s ass and she hurried to the kitchen. “Fuck! The little slut’s got cum running out of her cunt!” A cook yelled. “Stay, sweet Ingrid, I got a fat cock to shove up there.” “No you don’t. You’re dick as small as my pinkie. Now I got a monstrous cock for you!”
Ingrid fled the kitchen, as embarrassed as Xiu had been. The table shook as Korina sat on the edge, moaning as Mary ate out her pussy. Korina back was to me covered in a sheen of sweat, her muscles rippling as she writhed on Mary’s tongue. “Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, your tongue is amazing! Fuck! I’m cumming! Oh, god I’m cumming!”
Ingrid set the plate of steaming prawns on the table as Korina hopped off. Mary caught Ingrid and kissed her then grabbed a prawn and bit in hungrily. I grabbed one too and was about to take a bite when I had a depraved idea. I smacked Korina’s ass, and commanded, “Bend over, bitch.”
Korina bent over, her shaved cunt showing between her sleek thighs and I shoved the prawn up into her pussy, sliding the prawn in an out a few times, making sure I got a nice marinade. Then I popped the delicious prawn in my mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor Korina added. Mary smiled, and bent Ingrid over, covering her prawn with my cum and Ingrid’s pussy juices.
“Mmhh,” Mary said, smacking her lips. “They should sell this! What do you think, slut? Would you like to have customer’s cum in your pussy and then use you for dipping sauce?”
Ingrid shook her head. “No, miss.”
Mary stuck another prawn up her cunt. “Sure you do, bitch. I’m mean, look how wet you are. Your filthy juices are trickling down you legs. Here, try it.” Ingrid bit hesitantly into the prawn, smeared with cum. “Good, right?” Mary asked.
“Yes,” Ingrid said, smiling shyly.
“Of course you do, you’re a fucking slut,” Mary said and shoved another prawn up her cunt to marinate. “A dirty slut who loves things shoved up her cunt!”
I was alternating between Xiu and Korina’s cunt. Each add subtle difference to the flavor. Xiu was a little more tart, and Korina a little more sweet. For my last prawn, I stuck it up both their cunts and savored the delicious mix of flavors. After finishing her last prawn, Mary stood up and began unlacing the corset of her white dress and let the dress slide down her lush body. Naked, she walked to the window and peered out at Seattle. Her ass was plump and I stood up and stepped behind her, rubbing my dick on her smooth, soft cheeks.
Mary fingered her engagement ring. “This is been such a wonderful day. Thanks.” She turned her head and kissed me. “I would love to feel my fiancee’s cock up my ass!”
I smiled. “Naughty filly!” I whispered as I found her tight asshole nestled between the softness of her asscheeks. Mary gasped and wiggled as I slowly shoved my wet cock inside her tight ass. “Fuck that’s tight!” I groaned and started slowly fucking her. Before us, the city of Seattle slowly rotated about us, a jewel set between dark waters.
“I love you,” Mary groaned as we fucked our hips in a slow rhythm, slowly building our pleasures.
“I love you, too, Mare!” I whispered and started kissing her neck and ear. I started fucking her harder, more urgent. Her hand grasped mine and slid it up to her breast and squeezed her firm flesh and hard nipple. We were moving in unison, working together to make the other cum. Her ass was tight and silky and hot with her desire. I felt the tightening in my loins, I was about to cum. I held off, wanting Mary to orgasm with me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Mary hissed, wantonly. “Ohh, fuck me stallion, fuck me till I cum. Fuck me, you randy steed!” Her ass clench on my cock, milking it and I groaned and shot my seed into her bowels. I hugged her tight and she rocked in my embrace, staring out at the city, tenderly enjoying the moment.
“Sir, miss,” Korina said, hesitantly. “Your dinner is ready.”
Mary’s stomach rumbled and we both laughed. I pulled my cock out of her ass, some cum leaking out, and held the chair out for her. Our champagne flutes had been refilled and two plates of food steamed on the table. My steak was juicy and pink, almost melting in my mouth. It came with a side of fries cooked in duck fat giving them a rich, wild flavor. Not seeing any ketchup, I had Korina bend over and used her slutty juices to dip with. Mary stole some of my fries and tried Korina’s special sauce, so I stole a bite of Mary’s tuna off her plate, laughing as Mary tried to stop me. We polished off a second bottle of champagne, the liquid bubbling happily through my veins, the room was getting warm, so I pulled off my clothes while Mary and Ingrid hooted and whistled.
Mary had been eying Korina’s plump pussy as she stayed bent over and stood up when she finished eating. She grabbed Korina and pulled her to the floor and scissored her legs with Korina, allowing their cunts to kiss. Mary loved to trib another woman as much as I loved watching two women trib.. Mary fucked her cunt hard against Korina’s and both women were panting and moaning. I downed some more champagne and eyed Xiu and Ingrid. Ingrid was almost a head taller than Xiu, lanky with small breasts. Xiu was petite in every way save for her D-Cup tits which looked almost ridiculously large on her tiny frame. Which to fuck. Well, I already had Ingrid’s tight cunt.
Slapping Xiu’s ass, I order, “On your knees like a bitch!”
“Yes, sir,” Xiu quickly replied, kneeling down and exposing her thick mat of black pubes covering her wet pussy.
I knelt behind her, spread her ass cheeks. God that was an inviting ass. My cock had dried and her ass wasn’t lubed. I tried to think, but my blood was boiling from the champagne, and her ass was so inviting. To drunk to care if it hurt her, I slammed my cock hard into her ass. Xiu screamed in pain, bucking beneath me as I fucked her ass with powerful, deep strokes. Xiu cries of pain were starting to grate my ears. The bitch need something to do with her mouth and I spotted Ingrid masturbating.
“Ingrid, stick your cunt in her face!” I yelled. “Xiu, that’ll give you something useful to do with your mouth!” I ordered, really fucking her fast and hard. Her ass was almost painfully tight on my cock and dry, the walls of her ass rubbing roughly on my cock’s sensitive tip. My head swam from the champagne and feeling Xiu squirm in pain beneath me made her ass feel all the better.
“Fuck that bitch’s ass!” Mary moaned, tribbing furiously with Korina. Korina was gripping Mary’s leg, her tongue licking and sucking her cute little toes. “Fuck her hard, Mark! She’s a naughty bitch who needs to punished!”
Ingrid was writhing on Xiu’s tongue, Xiu’s whimpers muffled by Ingrid’s muff. Xiu’s ass felt so good it wasn’t long before I was cumming in her bowels. I slammed all the way in and rested my girth in her ass, savoring the afterglow of orgasm and watching Xiu lick and suck Ingrid’s filthy cunt. Ingrid had a hand wrapped in Xiu’s black hair and started grinding her blonde pubes across Xiu’s lips. “Fuck, fuck, make me cum, Xiu!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck you’re tongue’s so good, so good!”
I finally pulled out of Xiu’s ass, my cock sticky and grabbed Xiu and forced her to clean my cock. She gagged as I fucked my cock down her throat, gripping her head tight and watched my fiancee tribbing feverishly with Korina. The doll-faced slut was gasping and shaking, her large tits bouncing as she came on Mary’s cunt.
“Oh, you fucking slut!” Mary groaned. “You came before me, you damned whore.” Mary really started to grind her cunt on Korina who continued to shudder as her orgasm rolled on and on under Mary’s relentless fucking. “Oh, you god damn whore! Make me cum, make me cum!” Then with a loud yell, her toes curling, Mary writhed and collapsed, breathing heavily.
I reached for more champagne and found we were out. I pulled my hard cock out of Xiu’s lips. “Go get more champagne, slut,” I ordered. Xiu stumbled towards the bar, my cum leaking out of her sore ass. I grabbed Ingrid’s braid, pulling her up and shoving my cock in her mouth. I fucked her mouth a few times then shoot my cum down her throat as Xiu gingerly walked back with two more bottles, and a big smile on her lips.
She reached me and kissed me hotly on the mouth, her lips sour with the taste of her ass and salty with the taste of my cum. “Thank you,” she husked. “I’ve never cum so hard!”
I took champagne bottle and popped the cork. “So you like it rough, huh, bitch?”
“Yes!” she moaned. I took a swig of the bottle and offered it to her and she gulped down a big swallow.
I shoved her roughly against a table, rattling the dishes and almost knocking over the candles. I grabbed one candle and winced as hot wax touched my skin, cooling and hardening instantly. I shoved the candle up her ass. “Stay like that, then bitch!”
She writhed. “Fuck that’s hurts,” she groaned as hot wax ran down the candle and cooled on her ass. More ran down her taint and got tangled in her pussy hair.
“You like that, whore!” I demanded, slapping her ass hard.
“Yeess!” she screamed. Fuck, this bitch was cumming again.
“I’m going to make you my slave, bitch! How do you like that?”
“Fuck yeah!” she groaned as more wax ran down to mat her pubic hair. “Use me, abuse me! I’ll do anything!”
“Then I’m your Master and Mary’s your Mistress. You’ll do whatever sick, twisted things we tell you to do, slut!”
“Yes, oh yes!” she panted like a bitch in heat.
I drank more of the champagne and spilt some on her ass. I bent down and licked it off the silky, smooth skin of her firm ass. “Ooh, that looks like fun!” Mary cooed from behind, stumbling over to me. God, she looked even more beautiful, body flushed from her orgasm, juices staining her thighs. Mary licked some champagne off Xiu’s ass and bit her asscheek hard, leaving teeth marks.
Mary pointed to Ingrid and patted the table next to Xiu. Ingrid sat on the table and I dumped champagne down her body, the gold liquid running in frothy bubbles across her breasts, down her stomach and matting her blonde pubic hair. Mary licked champagne off her tit, sucking a pink nipple into her mouth. I joined her, sucking the bubbly liquid off Ingrid’s other tit.
“Mark,” Mary said, giggling, “there’s a candle in this whore’s ass!”
I laughed. “I know, I shoved it there.”
She was laughing hysterically and stumbled back, almost falling. “What a nasty bitch! You have a candle in your ass!” Mary started spanking her ass. “Your naughty, slutty ass!”
“Ohh, spank me harder, Mistress!” Xiu moaned.
“Mistress?” Mary asked and then started giggling and slapping her ass. “Are you my naughty, dirty, whorish slave!” Every word was punctuated with a hard slap.
“Yes!” Xiu panted, writhing on the table.
“And look, there’s wax all in your pubes!” Mary exclaimed.
I was hard again and my head reeled from the champagne. I stumbled into Korina. “I haven’t fucked you yet, right?” I asked. I was pretty sure I hadn’t.
“No sir,” she answered. I shoved her up against Ingrid, Korina’s large titties rubbing against Ingrid’s wet breasts. I spread her legs and shoved into her wet pussy. She was tight and wriggled pleasurably on my cock. Ingrid started kissing Korina and the girls began to trib as I fucked Korina from behind.
“You’re pussies too hairy,” Mary giggled, toying with Xiu’s curly mat of black hair. “It’s … it’s just to hairy! Nasty, nasty hair. My sluts must be … fuck, um … yeah, waxed!” Xiu screamed and bucked on the table as Mary ripped out a piece of hardened wax, taking a chunk of curly black pubes. “Holy shit, Mark!” Mary gasped, slurring her words a bit. “This bitch came when I … uh … shit that was amazing!” Mary ripped a second piece of wax and hair out and Xiu just writhed on the table, moaning in pain and pleasure.
I was fucking Korina hard, shoving her pussy into Ingrid. The room was spinning and I stumbled back, falling onto my back. Ingrid and Korina didn’t even notice, just kept writhing on each other. Mary snorted with laughter and sat down on my cock and started bouncing. God, her pussy felt good.
“Get over here!” Mary ordered. I blinked, trying to focus, my head fuzzy with booze and Mary’s cunt felt too good on my cock to think. Then Mary said something about a “face.” I closed my eyes, enjoying her tight twat and when I opened them a pair of pale legs were straddling my head and a red-furred muff descended to my face. I struggled to think whose cunt had red hair. I started licking her lips, her red hair tickling my nose. She tasted tangy and I realized I just didn’t care what her name was, just how her cunt tasted. She moaned above me and then there was a wet, smacking sound. Was that kissing? An image of the two red-haired beauties kissing over me flashed through my mind.
Mary cooed, “Who’s pussy did I taste on your lips?”
“Chantelle,” the woman sitting on my face answered with a giggle.
Mary’s cunt contracted about my cock. “Oohh, I need to eat her out!” Mary moaned and then there was a wet, sucking sound. “Naughty girl! Suck my tits you fucking whore! Oh, this is amazing! A cock in my cunt and a woman’s mouths at my tit!”
Mary’s pussy was twitching on my cock, her hips fucking me hard as she howled her passion wordlessly. I groaned into the red-furred muff, my mouth thick with her tangy honey, and shot several powerful squirts of cum up her pussy. Mary stopped bucking, resting on me and she started kissing … Fiona, that was the red-haired sluts name. Fiona was writhing on my tongue, her moans muffled by Mary’s mouth. I found her clit and sucked hard and Fiona flooded my mouth with fresh girl-cum as her orgasm swept through her body.
Mary stood up, my cock flopping free of her pussy. I pushed Fiona off my face and struggled to my feat, falling back once. With Fiona’s help I got up and found some more champagne to drink. On the other side of the room, Mary was in the midst of a daisy chain. She was eating Chantelle’s cunt, who ate Lana, who devoured Wanda, who happily munched on Ingrid, who munched on cinnamon skinned Hannah, who finished the chain by licking out Mary’s cunt.
“Fuck that’s amazing,” I whispered in awe. I looked around for my duster and found it next to Xiu who was still bent over the table with the candle burning in her ass. More wax matted her thick pussy hair. In the pocket of my duster I found the camcorder. I just had to film the daisy chain.
I rushed back over next to Korina and Fiona who both watched in awe, fingering their juicy cunts. I started filming, my cock growing hard at the beautiful, sapphic tableau laid out before me. The women all moaned and writhed on each other’s lips. Lana was the first to orgasm, gasping on her wife’s mouth. Chantelle never even let up, just kept munching on her wife’s muff. Hannah was next and then Chantelle and Wanda came at the same time. Lana had cum a second time before Mary had her first orgasm.
The air reeked of feminine lust; a pleasant musk that was sweet, tangy, sour, spicy, and tart. My cock ached. “Suck me off,” I ordered, not caring whether it Korina’s doll-face or Fiona’s freckled face who blew me.
Both girls knelt before me, Korina sucking my cock into her greedy mouth as Fiona sucked my balls, rolling them between her teeth. Korina looked up at me with her deep blue eyes, so happy to serve me. Fiona started licking the shaft of my cock and then she forced Korina’s mouth off my cock. She swirled her tongue around my cock’s tip and then started to suck and I groaned in pleasure. Korina fought back, and the pair started licking and kissing around my cock head.
I stroked Fiona’s strawberry-blond hair with my free hand. “You bitches are so beautiful,” I moaned. “You’re my sex slaves now, aren’t you. You’ll do any fucked up things Mary or I tell you, right?” Both sluts moaned in agreement around my cock and I shot white seed across their faces, filming the sluts as they started eagerly licking my cum off each other’s faces, tongues stained white as they started to kiss.
I went back to filming the daisy chain. All the women were moaning and cumming into each other’s mouths. Ingrid came, her head arching back and exposing Hannah’s pussy to my sight. She was shaved clean of hair and her cunt was an enticing pink surrounded by cinnamon-red skin. I stumbled over, pushing Ingrid’s face out of the way and rammed my cock up her cunt. She moaned into Mary’s pussy as I started to vigorously fuck her. Ingrid’s tongue started to lap at my balls as they slapped against Hannah’s ass. Hannah came all most the moment my cock plunged in, primed by Ingrid’s carpet munching.
About to cum, I pulled out and shot my white cream on Hannah’s cinnamon-red skin, like whip cream sprayed on dark ice cream. The sight made me want some dessert. I slapped Hannah’s ass. “Go get some whip cream!” I ordered.
Mary moaned in disappointment. “What the hell, Mark,” she yelled. “That bitch was making me cum!” The daisy chain fell apart after that as Mary stood up and then straddled Wanda’s face. “Eat me, bitch!” Mary reached down and tried to squeeze Wanda’s tiny, A Cup tits, but they were too tiny to get a good grip on them and she ended up just squeezing Wanda’s nipples.
Where was Hannah? How hard is it to grab some whip cream. I grabbed a bottle of champagne, took a big swig, and stumbled towards the kitchen. There were some muffled shouts and cries. I peered in and Hannah was shoved up against the wall by one of the cooks, a skinny guy with a thin mustache and a weaselly face. His white pants were bunched around his knees as he fucked Hannah. The other cooks were watching intently and two had pulled out their cocks and were stroking away.
I started stroking my cock, watching Hannah gasp and moan as she got fucked. It took me a minute to realize there was a room full of pussy behind me that I could stick my cock instead of using my hand. “Lana, Chantelle, get your lesbian asses over here!”
The newlyweds walked with the grace of dancers, or at least the grace of strippers, across the room. Chantelle was slim and lithe, with a dancer’s body, while her wife was a curvy woman, her large tits swayed and the gold rings pierced through her nipples bounced about. They were both strippers at a club in Lakewood, where they had met and fallen in love. They both greeted me with a kiss, pressing their nubile bodies up against mine.
I shoved Lana into the kitchen, right into one of the guys jerking off. “Have fun,” I told her and Lana grabbed the guys cock and started stroking it.
“What a wonderful cock,” she purred in her Slavic accent.
“Oh, fuck!” the guy gasped and came quickly from her handjob, shooting white cum on her belly.
Chantelle stared queasily as she watched her wife scooped the guys cum off her flat belly and licked it off her fingers. I pushed Chantelle up against a counter and slid my dick up her cunt. “You don’t like watching Lana with men?”
“No,” Chantelle confessed as I slowly fucked her. Lana had moved onto another cook, fishing his cock out of his pants and she knelt down greedily sucked it into her mouth. “Lana knows I hate it. She gets off on it,” Chantelle’s voice complained in her thick, sexy Quebecois accent. “In the club, she enjoys giving men lap dances when she knows I am watching. She really grinds on them. Sometimes she pulls their cocks out and actually fucks them. It makes me so jealous, and she loves how aggressive I get. I will pull her backstage and just eat her spunk filled fanny, making sure the slut knows who really gets her off.”
Chantelle was panting, eyes fixated on her wife as the cook came in her mouth. Chantelle’s cunt was squeezing my cock tightly, her hips writhing in time with my fucking. Lana was pulled up by another cook who bent her over a stove and started ramming his cock up her cunt. Lana turned her head around and smiled at Chantelle.
“Dirty whore!” Chantelle hissed and shuddered on me as came. “Ohh, she’s going to get it!”
Hannah was on her knees, taking a cock up her ass and another in her mouth while a third cook shot his cum on her back. The man in Lana’s cunt didn’t last long. Her cunt was a sloppy mess when he pulled out and the first cook she jerked off was ready to fuck again and shoved his cock up her pussy. “You’re wife’s is pretty cock hungry for a lesbian.”
Chantelle didn’t answer, just kept fucking me. Lana was cumming on the second cook fucking her cunt. “Oh, Chantelle, his dick is so wonderful!” she cooed, wantonly. “And his warm spunk is shooting up in me.”
“Whore,” Chantelle whispered and moaned as she orgasmed again. A third cook stepped up and had his cock deep in Lana’s cum filled cunt, fucking her hard. Chantelle’s cunt was sucking at my dick so nicely that I came inside her. Angrily, Chantelle strode into the kitchen and shoved the third cook off her wife, grabbed Lana and pulled her out of the kitchen. “Dirty whore!” she scolded, slapping her ass. “You know that pussy is mine.”
“Ohh, I’ve been bad again,” Lana said with a naughty smile. Chantelle knelt before her and vigorously ate out Lana’s cunt. Lana wantonly moaned and panted, writhing on her wife’s face.
The cook who had been fucking Lana, shouted at Chantelle, “Fuck, bitch I was about to cum in that whore!”
The cooks deserved a reward for such a great dinner so I sent Ingrid in and she was quickly bent over the stove and fucked hard by the protesting cook. The guy fucking Hannah’s ass had come and she was on her back getting fucked by a huge Samoan cook, almost disappearing beneath his bulk. The whip cream I sent her in for was on the counter, so I ducked in and grabbed it. I also saw a spool of cooking twine. I bet Xiu would love to get tied up, so I grabbed the twine as well and left the two waitress to the cooks pleasures.
“Mark, you got to try this,” Mary said and then giggled. She had Wanda sitting on a table and had shoved a bottle of champagne up her cunt, golden liquid leaking out around the bottle and into Mary’s open mouth. I knelt next to her and she pulled the bottle out and a flood of pussy-infused champagne poured out. We pressed our mouths to her cunt and drank the heady liquid that gushed out. Mary’s hand found mine and she squeezed it gently.
“How ’bout some dessert, Mare?”
Mary laughed, loudly, clutching at her stomach. “Why … would I want … a desert?” she asked between laughs. “I mean … all that … sand?”
“No, des-sert,” I said, pronouncing the word slowly.
“Ohh, I like dessert,” she cooed, “but I don’t like deserts. Too much sand.” She giggled again. “Promise me will never go to the desert.”
I shook my head, geez she was wasted. “Yeah, I promise. Who needs all that sand.”
Her face was red from laughter and she bent in and kissed me. “Good! Let’s have dessert!”
I shoved the can of whip cream up Wanda’s champagne soaked cunt and shot frothy whip cream up her. Mary eagerly dug in, lapping whip cream out of Wanda’s twat. I sprayed some more and licked the sweet cream mixed with champagne and tart pussy juice. Wanda was moaning as Mary dug in with her tongue, digging deep into her cunt for more cream. I sprayed some on Mary’s freckled tit, and licked it off her dusky nipple, sucking the hard nub into my mouth.
“What’s this for,” Mary asked, picking up the cooking twine.
“Xiu,” I answered, diving back into Wanda’s cunt to lick up more cream.
Mary hopped up to her feat and stumbled over to Xiu, who was still bent over the table with a burning candle up her ass. The candle had almost burned down to a stub and had covered her pussy and ass in melted wax. Mary yanked the candle out of her ass, dumping it in the ice bucket. Xiu moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Mary peeled off the wax and her pussy hair, leaving a nearly bare cunt.
“Oh, yes, keep ripping,” Xiu moaned, her pussy dripping juices as she got off on the pain.
Mary grabbed her hands and tied her wrists together behind her back with twine. Then she wrapped the twine around her legs, the thin cord biting deep into her flesh, as she tied her legs together. Next, Mary pinned her arms to her side and crisscrossed her large tits until they bulged obscenely around the tight bindings. Finally, she tied the twine through Xia vulva, her labia engulfing the twine as Mary pulled it tight. Xiu purred in pleasure, writhing bound on the floor. Her slut all tied up, Mary flipped Xiu onto her back and sat on her face, moaning as the Chinese waitress ate out her cunt.
While Mary tied up Xiu, I flipped Wanda over, bending her across the table and groping her slim, boyish ass. I shoved the whip cream bottle up her asshole and she gasped as cold cream shot into her bowels. I pulled the bottle away and shoved my cock up her ass, watching whip cream squeeze out of her ass around my cock.
“Your limo is here, sir,” the Maitre D announced from the restaurant entrance. He surveyed the orgy with a look of dismay at the mess we had created. I frowned, Limo? Out of the drunk fog rose the arrangements I had Allison make yesterday which included a limo to arrive at 1 AM and drive us to the Four Seasons Hotel.
But, Wanda’s ass felt to good for me to stop. “Tell him we’ll be done in a few minutes. Then go to the kitchen and have some fun.”
“Very well, sir,” the Maitre D replied stiffly.
I looked over at Mary and she had Fiona sucking on one tit and Korina on the other while Chantelle and Lana were sixty-nining near the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, the Maitre D had found Ingrid’s ass and fucked her hard as Hannah had a cock in all three holes: ass, pussy, and mouth. I fucked Wanda’s ass hard while watching my fiancee get pleasured by three sluts. Mary was panting in passion, writhing on Xiu’s tongue as her orgasm swept through her. I added more cream to Wanda’s ass, leaving a sticky mess of semen and whipped cream.
I grabbed my duster and Mary found her dress, draping it over one arm. I hefted the bound Xiu over my shoulder, she was light and must only way about 90 pounds. I led Mary, the newlyweds, and the waitresses, save Ingrid and Hannah, who were busy entertaining the kitchen staff, naked towards the elevator. As the elevator descended, my cock found its way into Fiona’s cunt and I almost came inside her when the elevator reached the bottom. The limo driver was waiting and he was didn’t even react as one naked guy and six naked ladies stumbled towards his white limo. I guess he was just used to wild parties. He just held open the door for us and we piled into the limo.
There was a sunroof. I opened it immediately and stood up, pulling Fiona up with me. I wanted to finish what we started in the elevator. I fucked her hard as the streets of the Seattle passed. I was drunk on champagne and power, not caring who saw me fucking this Irish beauty. Hell, let the world see my power. Nothing could stop me! Mary stood up next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding Wanda’s face to her cunt. Just like me, Mary was getting off on the thrill of being watched, knowing there was no one who could stop us.
If I had been sober, I would have been amazed at the miracle of not passing any Seattle cops, but I was too drunk to realize that. By the time we reached the Four Seasons, I had cum in Fiona’s cunt and was well on my way to cumming in Lana’s tight cunt. Mary had Chantelle eating her out, now, after cumming on both Wanda and Korina’s faces as we drove. For a tip, we let the limo driver have Wanda for the rest of the night. She went willingly slid into the front of the limo with the driver, rubbing his cock through his pants.
The hotel lobby was almost deserted, only the night concierge, an attractive black woman with coffee-cream skin, and a bellhop lounged behind the counter. I confirmed our reservation in the presidential suite and gave Chantelle and Lana the honeymoon suite for a week, charged to Brandon Fitzsimmons credit card. On the elevator ride up, I enjoyed some black pussy, fucking the concierge hard. Her pussy was tight and wet and she curse and swore like a wild bitch as I fucked her from behind. Her wide ass jiggled every time my groin smacked into her as I rapidly fucked her. I left a load of hot cum up her nasty pussy.
Meanwhile, Mary had started kissing the bellhop, a handsome, square jaw guy, and unbelted his pants. He then pinned her to the elevator wall and frantically fucked her pussy, his black slacks falling down to bunch around his knees. Mary gripped his clenching ass, and then slid a finger up into his asshole. They guy bucked wild, groaning “Fuck, I’m cumming, you nasty slut!” the bellhop moaned.
Anger surged in me, how dare this asshole call my fiancee a slut. Without thinking, I drew back my fist and punched him in the side of the head. He stumbled back and glared at me. “That’s my fiancee you’re talking about, asshole!” I roared and punched him a second time, breaking his nose.
“Your fiancee’s a whore!” he shouted back, clutching his nose, struggling to keep his balance, hampered by the pants around his knees.
“You will never get hard for a woman again,” I told him fiercely with righteous anger. “The only pleasure you’ll get is from your hand. Now apologize to her and get our bags.”
“Sorry,” he muttered to Mary, blood trickling from his nose. “You’re not a slut or a whore.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the top floor.
“God that was hot,” Mary moaned, rubbing up against me. She pushed me out into the hallway and up against the wall, kissing me passionately. “The way you broke his nose,” she panted and wrapped her legs about my hips and slid my cock into her sloppy pussy.
Her pussy was soaking wet with another man’s cum. Fuck, there was this weird, wrong thrill at feeling my fiancee’s pussy greased by another man’s spunk. She fucked me hard, panting with pleasure, and it was exciting being in her after another man. This was my cunt and someone had been in it. Another man had violated her pussy and sullied it with their nasty cum. I could feel how eager her cunt was for my cock. And now it was time for me to reclaim her, to mark her as mine. She came quickly on my cock and I filled her with my cum, washing her cunt clean of that other man’s violation.
To be continued …

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The Dragon: Chapters 1 & 2

The Dragon:
Chapter One
Virginal Sacrifice
Many of the villagers said that the dragon had always been insane, feeding upon them and their livestock, burning fields in anger, and the Sacrifice being the only thing that would quell it’s wrath. But a few of the older folks, those of more wisdom and less superstition told another story. That once long before, back in their old grandfather’s days, when they were but young-lings themselves the dragon did not ask for sacrifices. That it dwelt in peace taking it’s own council and having nothing to do with the villages that surrounded it’s mountain lair.
But since that long ago time, things had changed. Whether the dragon had gone insane or was simply toying with those lesser then it, only the seer can fathom. And the bitter truth of today still stands. When the dragon lights the fires the on the mountain top, the village elders know that a sacrifice must be made. The people of the three villages, Gesper, Hammond, and Lyre come together and lots are cast upon all unmarried females. Needless to say these are busy weeks indeed for the clerics of all villages as young maidens rush to marry able bodied boys and hence perhaps save their own lives. For to be unmarried and without children, virgin or no, one is still entered into the lots, with only widows and old maids excluded.
When a month had passed, the lots were drawn in the center gardens of Gesper. It was upon that day that Hypaelia, daughter of the good farmer Mattor, was shown her own death when her name was drawn forth on a tile. Her family said tearful goodbyes, her mother fainting in despair, and she was sundered from them, never to see them again in this world. The council guards put her into the cage of doom and that afternoon she was wheeled before the entrance to the ancient mountain lair. There they left her for the dragon to do with her what it would.
The cage was made of wood and quite sturdy, and had been repaired many times, once being completely rebuilt when the dragon destroyed it in it’s haste to get at the contents of the cage. The bodies of the victims were never found, nor traces of blood and death, so the cage was removed from the mountain once it’s purpose was fulfilled and carpenters repaired it until the next time the fires of the mountain burned.
Hypaelia fainted dead away when the dragon emerged from its lair. So she never saw the large knuckled claw that cast a spell that rent the front of the cage door completely off. Her own body rising from magic out of the cage and lightly settling into the beasts hand. She was then whisked away into the beasts lair. The mountain shook and rocks crumbled. The cold damp night stood as the only witness of the monster.
She awoke some time later, waking from a dream that to her was a nightmare. But then she never had expected to ever wake again. As her eyes adjusted to the glowing light, the first thing she noticed was the heat. It was very hot here inside the mountain itself, where she assumed she was now. And she was inside another cage of some kind, that even though a prison, was magnificently carved of iron with scrolling vines and tiny dragons intermingled up and down it’s impregnable bars. A bench, a bed, and a hole in the floor covered by a circle of wood and an iron ring served as latrine. The quarters were far from spartan however as one must imagine with a fine carpet on the floor and the bed covered in sheets of silk and embroidery.
It was then she noticed that she herself was unclothed. Her nakedness scared her in this place. She was trapped and alone, but somehow also feeling like something that is on display. Hastily, she pulled the silk sheet from the bed and covered herself as best she could. Time passed slowly, and she could do little but look about her at the misty darkness that surrounded her prison.
‘Good eve’, came the sound of a childlike voice out of the darkness, that startled her so much so that she screamed in terror. She pulled the sheets about her and peering into the darkness found that her eyes could just make out the small shape of a woman.
‘Uh, hello? Who is there?!’, she said her voice rattling with fear.
The figure moved closer to the cage and she could see now that it was indeed a woman. Her hair of the finest golden curls falling about her face and shoulders in long ringlets, her eyes of the brightest blue, even if demurely downcast. She opened a small wooden box and light streamed from it. Hypaelia could then see that she was clothed in a blue dress richly sewn. She pulled from the box a globe of light, a crystal ball about the size of a melon. Lifting the globe with her hands and laying the box aside she slipped it between the bars. Next as Hypaelia watched she took a small wooden stand from the box and lay that between the bars beside the ball.
‘This is for you. So you can see. I am sorry I had forgotten it when I dressed your ‘quarters’. I will be returning soon with your meal. My name is Suzanne. In the old tongue I was told that it means trustworthy.’ The ball rolled onto the carpet and its light shown around the cell. Color came to the cage and Hypaelia did notice that the cage was not so drab as the dull light had made her think. Pillows on the floor around the edge of the cage, a wash basin in the far corner she had not even noticed before. Then she noticed the light crackling sound that came from the ball and she stared at it, knowing with absolute certainty that it was a magical thing. She was lost for a moment in her own thoughts. She looked up to speak to Suzanne and then noticed that she was no longer there.
‘Suzanne?!’, she cried into the darkness hearing her own voice echo into the vast chamber she suddenly realized she was in.
Out of the darkness, she heard, ‘My lady, rest and sleep, I will return soon’, in such a light whisper that she was unsure if she heard the voice in her head or with her ears; then silence.
She reach down and lifted the ball, laying it over her hands and finding that it was cold to the touch, about the only thing that was cold within this stifling heat. She placed it on the bench in the wooden stand. Climbing back into the bed she hid under the sheets and cried and cried until sleep found her at last.
Chapter Two
Drago Draconus
As Suzanne walked in the extremely dim light her eyes saw everything in front of her. Her once demure eyes opened with clear purpose and her feet moved across the hall even though she made no more then a soft shuffle upon the flag stones. Her stride quickened and she left the hall and entered a series of long passageways ending in a glowing red room with a wall of flames at the opposite doorway. She walked to the flames without hesitation and then through them. The flames licked about her as if trying to find something to feed on, to consume. But they found no hold and then she was through them.
The lair were very different on this side of the wall of fire. And Suzanne was soon different also as her human form stepped into the vast mountain cavern and in a burst of magical energy she merged into the shape of a huge golden dragon. The blue eyes of the beast shone, and yet had not changed as the lids blinked in the light of the chamber, it’s wings lifted and it hurled itself into the air.
Touching down lightly on the cliff ledge, the dragon transformed and Suzanne stood there again. She entered her personal chambers and the room of globes.
She had lied about forgetting the globe. Their special type of magic worked best when the globe was accepted as a gift. She moved towards the globes which were much larger then the one she had given the newly arrived girl, and were clear as the crystal they were made of. She went over to one of them and peered within. Clearly she could see a form huddled on the bed under the covers. No sound issued from the globe, so the dragon in human form could not hear the sobbing of her prisoner.
She moved to the next globe and saw a man strapped to the bars of his cell. His room was scarce, with no bed, just a small bench with the globe from which she spied on him from her lair. He was naked from head to toe and the sweat dripped off his long limbs. His penis lay limp and yet the sweat dripping off his chest was slowly dripping to the floor from his flacid member.
He seemed to be recovering from his wounds nicely and would probably wake in the next day or so. The healing potion she had forced down his unconscious throat had done it’s work, but had the side affect of rendering the patient asleep for many days while it’s magic coursed through their veins.
She was curious about this one. It had been awhile since a knight had challenged her in her own lair, and to single combat no less. If it had been a large group of knights, which had been the case in the past, she would have just rained fire on them from the skies and been done with it. The silly fools. She wondered if this man was like to them. But already she knew he was different, fair and noble and if very stupid, extremely brave. Which was why she had spared him after only breaking his legs and eating his horse. The horse had died when she had crushed it beneath him in battle.
She had taken the splints off just the day before and felt the bones beneath his flesh making sure they were mended. She had been aroused by the feel of him. Yes, it had been along while since she had captured a knight. She sighed to herself, yes this one could be a lot of fun. She licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes shining.
She turned to another globe nearby and saw a petite naked woman laying on her bed as if asleep. A small hand written card in front of the globe read, ‘Penina’, the girl’s name. Penina had been with her for nearly a year now. It had taken her several months for her to seduce the virginal girl, but now they were frequent lovers. In fact she wondered sometimes if Penina didn’t guess the truth. These days she seemed to flaunt her sexuality and give her much to watch when she spied on her. Even now she stirred as if she had been sleeping and waiting for her. She opened her eyes a crack and slowly moved her hands across her naked form. One hand came to rest upon her belly, the other cupping her breast lightly and then grazing the nipple. Suzanne watched her back arch and even though she could hear nothing through the visions in the glass, she could see her mouth open and knew that she had let a soft moan escape her. Suzanne felt the tingling between her own legs at the sight of her. Her nipples now hard and extended, Penina continued to caress them. Her other hand sliding down her belly and over her soft brown pubic hair. The fingers slipped lower and touched her sex ever so gently. Her mouth opened again and Suzanne watched fascinated.
‘Hmmm’, she thought. ‘I will have to work on the knight to take her virginity from her. Penina is such a lovely girl and I find myself feeling for her. She certainly pleases me the most of my captives and I would never harm her. She has earned her freedom long before this. I will have to keep her at least another year though. I would not give up so quickly on such fun.’
This meant that in another year Penina would wake up one morning near a campfire, with a saddled horse and a bag of gold. Usually somewhere on the other side of the world. It would be impolite to have a captive return to their village and expose her as a dragon that ate her maidens in other ways. It would spoil all her fun and make her work that much harder.
She focused again on Penina in the globe and licked her lips. She purred like a cat. Penina was now on all fours and sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina. The glistening lips, red and extended, the muscles under her legs tightening as she thrust her fingers in and out of her sex, faster and harder. Her long brown hair was thrown back over her shoulders and laying on her back. Her other hand, could not be seen, but Suzanne fantasized that she was pinching her rose colored nipples with it.
The wetness beneath Suzannes legs had grown. Slowly her hand grazed against the cloth of her dress and she felt her hard nipple beneath it. Her eyes glazed over for a second in delight.
‘I think it is time for Penina’s lunch.’, she said out loud to no one in particular.

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This is the first part of a series of very short stories I wrote for fun. Tell me if you like my story so I post the next chapters.

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Amariel’s Adventures: Chapter 5, Daze in the Forest

Vivid and horrible dreams haunt my sleep.
I hear the sounds of desperate feet running through the dark forest. Terrified and ragged breathing puffing in and out. Heart thundering, running and running from some horrible monster half-glimpsed from the corner of my eyes. Teeth and claws and blood-stained fur. Running and running, but the thing is catching up.
But then the perspective shifts, and I realize that it’s me that’s the monster. I can feel amazing power and strength in my body, and I crash through the forest after a terrified man, running for his life. I try to tell him that I mean him no harm, but all that comes out is a horrific roar. I reach out to him, to tell him he doesn’t need to run, but my hand just shreds through him. He falls to the floor, screaming and bleeding, and I lean down to console him, but my teeth bite at his throat of their own accord. I feel hot blood running through my teeth, down my throat, and I cry out in-
I cry out in terror and sit up, looking around. I am, in fact, in a forest. But it’s neither dark nor full of monsters. There are only two people here- myself and Lynette.
That same woman now gently strokes my hair, and her touch calms me. Sitting beside me, she gently pulls my head down, and leans it on her shoulder. As she pets my hair and coos to me, I feel my heart rate slowly drop, and the fear ebbs from me.
It’s been almost a month now since I was carried to this clearing by a monster I called, and Lynette has been taking care of me ever since. I look up her, and gaze at her. She has soft black hair that seems to flow down her back forever, and which shines so nicely in the light. He has a thin face with narrow features, but her eyes- a deep hazel- are full of caring for everything she sees around her. The sun lights those eyes up, making them almost glow, and I can’t help but smile.
“Did you dream about him again?” She inquires in her gentle voice.
“For the third night in a row,” I reply, sighing with malcontent despite the gorgeous dawn splaying across the land.
She looks away, across the clearing and past the small waterfall, and seems to be lost in thought. After a moment, she asks “When you called him, you said he took your anger?”
We’ve been over this many times, with her always curious as to how I had done it. I’m sure the repeated questions would have irritated me had they been asked by anyone else, but I know she has only the best of intentions in her heart. “I opened the door and my anger, my frustration and my nightmares were pulled through.”
Again she stares, thinking. “So, if all he was ever given is rage and fear… I guess that would explain why he killed without remorse.”
These were the kind of thoughts she had. Always trying to understand someone’s motive; always giving them the benefit of the doubt. She also called the monster a ‘him’ instead of an ‘it’. But she must surely have a point to make.
After a moment, she makes the point she was moving towards. “So, since we’ve learned that you didn’t actually lose those emotions for good,” she began, reminding me of the times I had lost my temper while trying to help her with seemingly simple tasks, “you could call him again. And give him something else.” I had summoned him once since that first time, to show her.
This was a new thing to think of. “What do you mean? What else would I give to it?”
“Well, maybe you could give it other emotions, other thoughts. You could bring him through and give him understanding, wisdom, and love. See what he looks like, then.”
Her constant optimism was enough to make me giggle. Looking to her eyes, I know she’s serious. Her hazel eyes are full of warmth, and she truly wants to help me make the best of this. “But I don’t have those things,” I tell her as I gently shake my head. “I never mastered the softer emotions.”
She looked puzzled, maybe even worried. “But everyone has love, and from there the other things can grow.”
I gently remove my head from her shoulder and stand, stretching. “To have love, you’d have to experience it. Mother, father, sibling, romantic partner, I’ve had none of these. Who could ever love me?”
She just gave me the most peculiar look, and then we got to work. There’s plenty to do, in the forest.
* * *
There were a lot of berries to harvest near her clearing. And many plants could be gathered and eaten, or used for spices or medicine. And the beast helped me to hunt, though I tried not to call upon it too often. I was still quite scared of its ferocity. Yet, the creature was very content to serve. And thus, the days slid by lazily.
Yet today we need not do any work, for our food stocks are quite full. Lying on the lush grass, I feel content. The blades are as soft as feathers, and the field is comfier than any bed I’ve ever lain upon. I loll my head over and see Lynette washing one of her dresses in the bond. Lazily I rise and walk over to join her. Outside, the forest is starting towards a chill autumn, yet it feels warm in our vale.
I sit down on a rock across the small pond from her, and dip my bare feet into the water. It’s crisp and cold, and the chill feels nice on this warm day. I soak my feet in the cool water for another moment, and then decide that I’m warm enough for a swim.
I pull my old dress- sewn in so many places with hemp or thin vines that it almost looks like a plant- over my head. I give it a soak and a quick washing and lay it down in the sun. I quickly undo my bra, a homemade gift from Lynette, and lay that down beside the soaking dress. I take a moment to stretch my back, arching my chest up towards the midday sun. As I wiggle off of the rock into the pond, I notice that she’s watching me from the other side with that certain smile of hers, usually reserved for golden sunrises and perfect rainbows in the waterfall.
The water is cool, but not too cold and is quite refreshing. The water only just comes over my chest and I half-walk-half-swim to the fall. I let the water wash over my hair as I lean back. I take a moment to wash my hair thoroughly, before coming out of the fall. Interestingly enough, Lynette’s still watching me.
I dive just below the surface, looking out around the clear water. Suddenly there’s a pair of naked legs landing in the water, and my eyes slowly follow them up. I surface as my eyes keep on drifting over her tall, slender body until gradually they settle on her face. She stares at me rather intently like she has something important to say.
She wades forward- somehow making the motion look graceful- until she’s within arm’s reach. “Amariel, I…” she starts, and then stops. After a moment, she starts again. “A while ago, you said that you weren’t loved. Well, you are.”
I don’t know what to say, so for once I don’t say anything. She gently places a hand on my elbow, and just looks at me as if she has something else to add. She seems ready to speak, then doesn’t.
Then, with a swift motion, she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. For a moment my breath catches, and our lips are together, but then it’s over. She leans back and looks in my face, judging my reaction. My heart beats fast in my chest, as I watch her worries cross her face- anxiety that I don’t feel the same way. I wrap my right hand around the small of her back and pull her to me. We kiss again and my senses soar as the soft press of her lips against mine sends tingles through my body. I feel high and disoriented, so I wrap my other arm around her as if for balance.
Our bodies press together, her warmth against mine, and my hands roam her back as I feel her tongue gently probe against my lips. I meet it with my own, and she moans slightly as our tongues touch. I slide my hands along her back, following them to the lines of her shoulders, and back down to the curve of her body.
She presses fiercely against me, and I stagger backwards until we press against the rocks, with the waterfall pouring over us.
The water cascades down her back, rushing across my hands, as our passion grows hotter. One of her hands slides up my ribs, gently caressing the bottom of my breast. I pull back from our kiss and we part loudly. I gently take her hand and guide it to my nipple, staring her in the eyes. Already my nipples are hard- both from the cold water and the intensity of the moment.
Her thumb gently strokes my pink flesh, circling it slowly. Then I pull her back against me and press my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue to meet hers. Our passion burns as we explore one another’s mouth, and she brings both hands up to my chest, gently massaging my breasts. It’s already been five or more months since I’ve been touched by anyone- which is long for me- and I’ve never felt romance before. My body seem to melt in her arms, and she reaches one hand down to cup my ass, holding it while she presses me against the wall.
I slowly lick her lips and feel her tongue gently collide with my own, mixing our breaths and passions together. The hand on my ass slides down to my thigh, lifting my leg up.
I naturally wrap it around her legs, and I feel our sexes pressed against one another. Heat seems to radiate through the water, and her hand on my breast starts slowly venturing lower. She traces my ribs and my stomach, and lightly caresses my waist. Then I feel it slide lower, tracing along that coarse hair towards where I’m aching for her to go.
A single one of her slender fingers gently traces along my outer lips, and I shudder in anticipation. She slides it back along to my clitoris, then back towards my rear.
At last, with one smooth motion, she sinks her finger into me. I break off from our kiss and tilt my head back; moaning loudly as she slowly sinks her digit into me. I feel that digit moving slowly into me, spreading waves of heat through my entire body. Then she slowly retracts, and I clench tightly onto her body with my hands and leg, holding onto her for support.
She slips back into my tender flesh, making me moan and she curls her finger inside of me. She seems to know my body better than I do, and she reaches every sweet spot inside of me. She presses tightly against me, her hard nipples tracing just along my upper chest, and burrows her finger back into me. All I can do is cling to her while she stimulates my body, slowly pumping in and out of me. My breathing gets faster as I feel intense pleasure building up in my center, and I thrust my hips back against her, meeting her finger with my body.
Her free hand releases my leg and holds onto the back of my neck, keeping me to her as she pleasures me with her finger.
I spread my legs widely, giving no resistance. She plunges into me again and again, making me groan and clench her body even more firmly. Her pace is moderate but relentless, and each pass into me makes me feel like I’m swelling with sensation.
That great ball of delirious joy inflates inside of me, and I feel my muscles start to tense up as the pressure builds and builds. At last, I feel that I couldn’t possibly take any more, and she pushes deeply into me again, stroking that inner wall. I fly over the edge of bliss and my muscles clench as the ball of energy bursts. Faster and faster she strokes my inside as my muscles spasm and waves of pleasure surge through my body. I scream out her name as I orgasm around her digit, grinding my pelvis against her hand for all I’m worth, cumming and cumming.
At last the sensations slow down and fade, and she slowly removes her finger from me. Cold water replaces her warm body part, but I don’t think anything could cool me down, now.
I look into her deep, brown eyes, and without a word we wade towards the edge of the pond, holding hands.
She gets out first, and lies down in the grass, her body glistening in the warm sun. I lower myself over her until I’m laying half on the grass and half on her, and kiss her deeply. As our tongues swirl, her hands roam my body, and I start my own explorations.
I trace over her breasts, much smaller than mine; barely enough to fill my hands. Then I caress her stomach and side, still exchanging breath and tongue thrusts with her.
Instinctively, I grind my pelvis against her, rubbing my wet lips against her thigh. Deftly, she pulls me over slightly, bringing me over top of her and between her legs. Again I thrust, slowly rubbing my pelvis against hers. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, and she parries- pressing and coiling hers against mine. Her breathing is getting faster, and I know she wants her own relief.
I break our kiss again, and slide myself lower, kissing along her jaw and down her neck. I gingerly nibble on her collar as I work my way down.
She moans loudly when I pause to suck on a nipple, gently swirling my tongue around it. As I lightly nibble on her left nipple, I caress her right breast with my hand, and she moans again and bucks her hips under me.
I release her breasts reluctantly, and make my way lower, kissing and licking along her stomach. I pause again to trace her little belly button with my tongue, and she wiggles under me. I know she’s impatient despite enjoying this, and I lower even further.
My chin rubs along her short pubic hair- when the hell does she shave this? – and I plant a couple more kisses as I move lower and lower. My lips hover just over her lower set of lips, and my light breath on them seems to drive her wild.
Suddenly, she sits up swiftly and clambers on top of me, her pelvis near the back of my head.
With expert skills I wiggle under her, rolling over to face her.
My face is now lined perfectly up with her pink petals, and I gently reach my hand around her waist, holding onto her lower back. I pull her down slightly while raising my head up, and breathe deeply the scent of her hot sex. My mind is flooded with the smell of her- like flowers and honey and everything in spring.
I waste no time and press my mouth against her lips. I lick the distance from her clitoris to her tunnel and back again, making her groan again. I flick my tongue across the entrance a couple of times, and she presses herself against my face. Without wasting more time, I plunge my tongue into those silken folds. “Oh, gods, Amariel,” she cries out. “You feel so good!”
With this for encouragement, I press my tongue as deeply into her as I can. Her juices flow and the taste of honey floods my mouth as I lick and suckle at her womanhood.
At the same time, I feel the sweet, wet heat of her tongue against my nubile flower. She gently spreads the petals with her fingers and explores me with her tongue, making me feel light-headed and delirious.
The gentle application of her tongue makes me feel hot. Moaning, I continue eating her out. My moaning helps her along, and she starts bucking her hips, grinding her lips against my face as I quickly work my tongue in and out of her sweet hole. I clench her ass cheeks with both hands as I work on lapping up all of her succulent juices. As my tongue passes over her stiff clitoris, she twitches against me, and moans loudly into me as she continues eating me out. The vibrations in combination with the feeling of her slick tongue passing through and against my vulva make me tingle with pleasure.
Her pace is relentless, and the tingling pulsations from my groin get stronger with each pass of her dextrous tongue, and I feel myself losing control. Valiantly, I try my hardest to pleasure her with my tongue, trying to make sure we both finish.
It gets harder and harder to keep a steady pace with my tongue, so I reach my right hand around her thigh, and sink the finger into her hot, slick hole. My finger slides into her without any resistance, and I curl and uncurl my finger rapidly, like I was beckoning someone. Still pumping with my finger, I gingerly place my lips on her outer fold, and suck slightly, pulling a small amount of skin into my mouth.
Her mouth breaks away from my own vagina as she lets out a loud moan. “Oh, oh Amariel. Oh!”
Her voice gets higher still, and I know she’s going to finish soon. I plunge into her even faster with my finger, feeling her hot juices coat my finger. With quick flits I rub my tongue across her clit, and she starts thrusting her face at me even harder, like she was riding me.
She buries her own face between my legs again, and her amazing tongue work continues. The sensations she’s giving me get stronger and stronger, and I throw my head back and yell out. With panted breaths, I keep pushing my finger in and out of her, pushing her towards the edge.
Her tongue passes over my clitoris, and I arch my legs as energy rushes from where her mouth is, blasting along my body, making my muscles spasm and my voice cry out again and again. My finger never stops moving during this, and I feel her suddenly clench tightly, squeezing my finger, as she has her own orgasm. She moans again, her mouth still on me, and licks me all the faster. The waves of bliss just keep rushing through me, and I spasm and writhe under her. Stars dance across my vision and I feel so dizzy as the chemicals burst through me.
Her own climax rages on, and she pushes herself back at me, impaling herself on my digit.
At last our respective orgasms die down, and she collapses weakly on top of me. My muscles all relax and I slide my finger out of her, revelling in the feeling of her tight chasm.
My finger is slick with her juices, and I can see visual evidence on my finger of her having finished. I stick the finger in my mouth, and my eyes slit closed as I suck the cream off of it. The flavour is both sweet and bitter, and floods my mouth. The taste makes me feel horny all over again, but I’m too tired for more right now.
She lifts herself up, her delightful tush hovering mere inches from my face. Then she turns herself around, and lies down again, her chest on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and she rests her arm on my chest and we hold each other, resting in the warm sun. After a while, she falls asleep in my arms, and I bask in the afterglow of great sex, thinking. Loved. I’m loved. She says she loves me. It’s a comforting, if slightly puzzling thought.
I listen to her contented breathing, and after a while I sleep, too. This time, I have no dreams.
* * *
There was still work to be done, for we were often collecting herbs, sewing new garments or washing our clothes, and this kept us occupied throughout autumn and winter. But we still found time to have sex as often as possible, trying as many new things as we could think of. It was in the springtime, after a particularly energetic session that I found myself resting between her legs.
Her back in the soft grass, she panted- chest heaving- trying to catch her breath. My tongue and fingers feel slightly cramped, and I’m lying down in the grass, resting my head on the soft skin of her pelvis. Contentedly gazing at her toned legs, I gently twirl my finger in her pubic hair.
“Amariel,” she starts, rather suddenly, “I think you should call on your creature again.”
I perk my head up, and regard her curiously. “Why? We don’t need to hunt anything today.”
That determined look sprouts on her face again. “Well, each time you call him now, you don’t really put anything into him. Just call him the way he is. That sort of helps my theory that he’s made out of whatever emotion you’ve given him before. So you should still be able to shape him.”
The idea made sense. If I opened that door again and put some of my intellect through, he could be smarter. Or kinder, or anything I want.
I sit up in the grass, and decide to do it straight away. Closing my eyes, I try to block out all of the distractions of the world. As soon as I think about that door, I instantly see it in my mind’s eye. That huge, ominous gate stills fills me with foreboding. I’m sure Lynette can tell, because as soon as I start feeling worried, I feel her slip her hand into mine.
An image of me appears before those doors, and the colours swirl around me. My aura, Lynette told me.
I mentally press on that door, and feel it slowly start to budge under my efforts. As the crack in the door widens slightly, I feel a gentle forcing lightly pulling at me, grasping at me as if trying to take something of mine. This is my opportunity to put an emotion in, or shape him in my mind.
Suddenly, my mind feels blank. What do I give to a monster? Intelligence, compassion, fear, excitement, anxiety? I suddenly feel at a loss, and I must have gone slack, because Lynette gives my hand a compassionate squeeze. I feel the warmth of love bloom in my chest briefly, alight at her touch. As soon I feel that emotion come blossom, I see a thick streak of rose appear in my aura. As soon as it appears, it separates like a coloured mist, drifting into that opening in the door!
Love? He can’t take my love! I suddenly feel worried, and Lynette- not knowing what’s happening in my mind- holds my hand more tightly, pressing against me.
Suddenly I can see a secondary aura appear beside mine. This one is full of that pink colour, the pale yellow of compassion, the faint green-blue of wisdom and streaks of bright yellow- excitement. I feel those same emotions flood me, only to be pulled through as well. I see the beast clearly beyond the doorway, and I see that mist of different colours surrounding him as it pours from me.
I feel worried at what he might be taking from me, but I try to focus. I mentally try to alter the fur on him, since the horrid mated texture feels icky. Flashes of purple-red flash across my vision as Lynette feels lust- likely caused by my sweating and rapid breathing.
This, too, seems to sift through the doorway, and it looks like other changes are taking place on the creature, but I can’t see him clearly though the mists anymore.
My eyes snap open, and I feel confused. What did I do to it? I’m lying on my back with my head on Lynette’s lap, looking up into her face. She gives me her gentle smile, and I relax. Whatever happens, we can make it together. I sit up, and see my beast standing in the field before me.
Now, there seems to be more emotion in its eyes- most of all confusion. It looks around in puzzlement, and suddenly sits down in the grass. The motion is more like falling than sitting down, but it just keeps peering around at the world. I’m about to ask it if it’s okay, but it seems odd to ask that without starting with its name. Beast? Creature? Animal? Monster? What is it called?
“Do you have a name?” I ask of it, and it just looks at me.
There’s a moment of silence as it seems to think. It explores its new mental capacities for a moment or two before answering. “No,” it rumbles its voice sounding not unlike a deep human voice. “I am called whatever it is you call me.”
“That was eloquently put,” Lynette chimes in. She looks at me and flushes a bit, then adds, “Compared to what he sounded like before.”
I ponder it, wondering what to call this creature that answers my will. I get to my feet and walk over to it, finding it to be almost as tall as me despite sitting down. I reach a hand out and lay it consolingly on its shoulder, trying to comfort it in its confusion. Then, looking at the creature, it occurs to me that it is not really an ‘it’. It lives and breathes, and speaks in a male voice. It seems most fair to think of it as a ‘he’, not as some unfamiliar thing.
As my hand gently touches his shoulder, I’m quite surprised to find the fur so soft. Smooth and almost silky, it feels great beneath my fingers- like the pelt of a rabbit. I pet him, stroking his shoulder, and a word slips out of my mouth without me realizing it: “Koko.”
He looks up at me, puzzled, and I flush in embarrassment. Oddly enough, I suddenly remembered the plush bear that used to comfort me when I was very little. I had named him Koko, which was a long elven word, shortened the way a child typically does. The name suddenly seems fitting, and a grin splits my lips. I nod and try the word on my tongue. “Koko. Yes, Koko. That will be your name.”
His head cocks to the side like a dog, and he mulls the name. “Koko,” he says, saying each syllable separately. “Yes, I am Koko.”
He grins, looking like a happy puppy, and I suddenly throw my arms around him, holding onto him like a giant teddy bear. He’s soft and warm in my arms. After a moment, his mighty arms wrap around me, and he returns the embrace.
He breathes deeply through his nose, taking in my scent. Then he goes rigidly still.
I suddenly realize that I’m very much naked, and my crotch and thighs are quite soaked with a combination of Lynette’s saliva, her sweet fluids, and my body’s own lubricant. I slowly release the hug and glance down curiously. He’s indeed a male!
I step back from him and take in my mental handiwork. Lynette steps up beside me and Koko, not knowing what else to do, stands up too.
Lynette’s the first to speak. “Well, he’s certainly… impressive.”
I nod, gazing at the lovely piece of meat hanging down from Koko’s crotch, half-erect. Cocking my head, I scrutinize the base of it, where it meets his pelvis. “It must have a sheathe it slides out of.”
Lynette just nods, saying nothing. Both of our eyes are fixed on his penis. It’s a lot like a human penis, pink and tender. But the veins aren’t prominent, and the ridge of the head is hardly visible.
He grunts, though I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean. “I feel…” he begins, “something odd.”
A faint blush appears on Lynette’s face, and I decide to answer this question for him. “Well, you see, what you’re feeling is lust. Or desire.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “I know lust, I know desire. These primal things I feel, but I feel other things, too. Like a hot section here.” He waves a clawed hand over the middle of his chest, designating his heart area. “It is a lot like desire, but it is based in the knowing of you. It is softer, too.” Again, he shakes his head.
“Well,” I start, more than a little confused, “what do you know about me?”
He just peers at me, hips lips twitching up in a half-smile I recognize from my own face. “I know that you are Amariel. You have a hot passion that burns in you. You believe in being kind, but you’ll fight fiercely for anything you love. I know of your fears and desires, and I recall them as if they were memories. A part of me. And I know you, Lynette,” he continues, looking at her. “You are kind and full of love. You support other people with no hesitation, and would give your life for someone. And you… love her. This I feel, too.”
This is all a little worrisome, and very exciting. He’s as smart as either of us, and he feels the softer emotions. He knows kindness, yet it strong enough to protect people around him. Passion and compassion, all in one.
He reminds me of Lynette, but also of someone else. But I can’t seem to place my finger on whom it is.
I take a step forward, and close the distance between us. He just looks at me and smiles a smile so similar to Lynette’s; except for the shape of his wolf-like muzzle. It’s a smile that seems to say that he loves the person he’s looking at, yet expects nothing in return- the same way Lynette feels about the most beautiful things in nature, and about me.
He places a hand, so gently on my elbow, and stares into my eyes. I turn back to look Lynette, and she gives a small nod, her permission.
I turn back to this creature, this man who could love me, and stare back into his eyes- kind but fierce.
His hand is warm on my left arm, and I timidly reach out my other hand. I’ve never been timid towards a man, and it feels odd to me. Gently I take his shaft, holding it in a light grip. His eyes flutter and close, feeling pleasures of the flesh for perhaps the first time.
I fondle his penis, sliding my hands along its length. It’s so warm in my hands, and my own eyes close as I enjoy the feeling. His blood rushes to fill it, and I feel it twitch slightly in my hand, inflating.
I lean my head against his chest with my eyes still closed, feeling the soft fur over the hard muscles. It’s been most of a year since I’ve been with a man, and I can feel my body moistening, aching for his presence. Still I stroke him, and listen to his breathing as he gets hard in my hand. As I massage that firm meat, I can’t help but be delighted how a penis can be so hard and yet so soft at the same time. My palm suddenly feels slightly wet, and I smile, enjoying that his precum is flowing because of me.
“You’ve completed me,” he whispers to me. I can’t help but laugh slightly- it’s such a cliché thing for someone to say. But he continues on: “Before, I was a shell. I had only anger, and not enough even of that to be a full form. You’ve given me feelings, intelligence. You’ve given me form, and life.”
As much as I’d like to question what he was before I called him, I’m far too much in the moment.
I step back from him, releasing my grip on him. I slowly open my eyes, and lie down on the grass. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him to me. He drops to his knees before me, and crawls over my body. From here, I get a good idea of how much bigger he is than me. He’s massive, I think. Look at those shoulders. Just his torso must weigh as much as me.
Despite his size, he’s dextrous, I know. And gentle.And speaking of size… my eyes work their way down his body to his shaft, standing stiff and erect, pressed against my stomach. Again, I slowly stroke his shaft, pumping its length with my right fist.Why, he’s longer than your average Orc. Fortunately, I’ve got some experience in working with long body parts. All of which is true. I do seem to have a nearly supernatural ability to take long cocks, and even to return back to my normal tightness not long after. And he’s not as big as that Minotaur.
I stroke him one more time and then use his penis to push him slightly backwards. He pulls his hips back, and I try to line his head up with me. Still gripping the shaft, I rub his head against my lips, spreading his precum on me, making sure I’m lubed up enough. But I can tell, just from feeling him against my vulva, that I’m already very wet.
I rub his head between those folds for a moment more and then line it up with his destination. As soon as he feels that his way is before him, he gently presses forward, pushing his head against my hole.
The tip of it slips just inside of me, and I feel the soft flesh start spreading as his head slides into me. With a slow, continuous motion, the front of his penis slides into my yielding body. Fortunately, his head is only about as wide as the middle of his shaft, so from here it’s just a matter of length.
My slick tunnel parts before him, but before long he meets slight friction. He slides those three inches back out, and slowly works them back in. Deeper into me his penis passes, pressing and rubbing along unfathomable depths. It feels like he must surely sink into me forever, but as more inches slide inexorably into my body, I at last feel his soft fur press into my mound. I’m all the way down his shaft, and I feel his head just touching my innermost wall. He’s exactly the right length, I think to myself. I wonder if my subconscious chose for him to be exactly that long. Damn, my mind is great!
He stays still, staying inside of me, and we both savour the moment. I run my hand along his furry chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft coat. Only days ago he was rough, but today he’s perfect.
I look up into his eyes and see much of Lynette’s compassion there, tempered with my own passion and lust. I wiggle my hips a little, and I’m rewarded with the feeling of his hard shaft shifting around inside of me. After a moment more of us savouring, he slides back out. Still, he moves slow as he presses back into me, making our bodies collide with a grunt.
His thick flesh moves through and into me, sliding into my depths. As he thrusts in again, I push back, meeting his push with my own. His pelvis hits mine more forcefully, allowing him to enter just slightly deeper. As he brushes against that inner wall again, I feel my eyes shut and a soft moan escape my lips, both without my consent. He seems to take this as a sign, and his next motion is quicker, and he enters me more firmly. His pace continues on, slightly faster than before, but his body seems to quake with repressed need. He wants so badly to move faster than this.
As he rears halfway out before plunging in again, I spread my legs even wider, opening myself to him. My body parts before his intrusion again and again, and my breathing is getting more rapid.
“Faster,” I whisper to him. I open my eyes and look into his and say again, “faster!”
His compliance is immediate, and he starts driving into me again and again, pumping like a man possessed. But right now, a man isn’t what I want. I want an ANIMAL.
“Harder,” I moan as I writhe under him. The steady sensations seethe out of my lips and pour through my body, making my head light and my heart pound. “Oh, harder. Hard and fast.”
His pace increases to nearly a blur as he pounds away. My breasts shake and bounce against the force, and I hold them down with one hand, as my other blindly gropes along his stomach and chest, feeling and squeezing. He thrusts so hard and fast that I can feel myself start to slide across the grass. I wrap my legs around the back of his in a quick movement, and pull myself back to meet his thrusts.
His strength is unbelievable as he drives himself into me head first. Juices drip down the inside of my thighs, and thee feelings pulsate wildly inside of me. The firm tingling becomes a vibration inside of me, and pleasure seems to dart up to my core and through my body.
My hands wrap around his shoulders and I press myself against him, throwing myself against him in time with his motions. “Ah, ah, ah,” I moan without meaning to.
Feelings seem to pore into my center the way water pools in valleys, as my body devours his shaft in deep swallows. The area of intensity in my stomach seems to swell as it pulls pleasure into it, and I can feel myself plummeting towards something great. I throw my head back and I cry out. “Oh, yes. Faster, now. I want it, oh.”
He thrusts hard and fast, plunging in again and again, and starts making an odd sound at the back of his throat- halfway between a whine and a growl.
His body starts moving irregularly, and slapping inside of me again and again. The tip of his head batters against my cervix one second, and dances along my opening. That ball of pleasure in me swells again, surely so big as to make my stomach inflate.
Then suddenly, as he drives his steel-hard shaft into me, I fly over the edge. That sphere inside of me explodes outwards, and pleasure rushes to my every extremity, making me scream out as my head spins. I clench hard and pull at his fur and cum like I’ve never cum before. As my climax rushes onwards, I hear his growling raise to almost a roar, and his serpent inside of me flexes strongly. His thrusts are so hard that I shake with each one, as I keep cumming. He thrusts into me and I feel him pulsating and throbbing in me. As drives the point of his lance into my soft body again, his seed rushes forth from him into my pulsating pussy.
Thick heat spreads into my body, and I moan loudly before crying, “Oh, by the gods, yes! In me, oh, yes.”
He drives himself home again and shouts as he pumps a triumphant gout of cum into my shaking body, filling me up. My muscles are clenched so tightly around him that I can’t move, and I hold tightly onto him as he erupts again, his hot fluids filling me. I feel like I must be swelling like a balloon as he continues with lightning-fast short thrusts, ejaculating still.
My body milks him and drinks his cum as he keeps pulsating and pushing it into me. Again he pulses and fires a wave into me, and I feel it pressing against the tight seal I make around him. He cums almost as much as a minotaur! Or maybe he’s just been waiting a long, long time.
He pumps a couple of more times, and more of his seed floods into me, until at last he is still. He settles atop me, still inside of me. His breathing is ragged like mine, and we hold each other and try to catch our breath.
He’s still rock-hard inside of me, and my belly feels swollen with semen. At last I feel it start to dribble out of me around his shaft, dripping down my ass and pooling on the ground. The cum in me is still warm, almost hot. I’ve never had so much cum go into me at once, nor had it so hot. It feels good in me, and I lay back, my head in the long grass.
I see a familiar pair of feet appear beside me, and Lynette lies down beside me. The creature rolls off of me, his shaft at last coming free. Liquids suddenly pour out of me like wine from a bottle, and he lies on my other side.
Lynette lays her naked form on my right side, and I wrap my arm around her neck and she cuddles in. The furry beast sprawls an arm across my stomach and lies against my left side. I think I’m home, I catch myself thinking, as we bask in the warm light.
Body against body we lay there as the sun slowly crosses the sky. At last I stretch and look over at my clothes, the same stuff I’ve had since I got here. “I think I need some new clothes.”
Lynette lazily opens her lids. “There’s a town not far from here, but we would probably need money to buy anything.”
“Well, we could always just… take some things from them…”
A sly grin crosses her face. “Why, Amariel, that’s positively naughty.” Her grin grows slightly suggestive, and I feel my body heat slightly. We’ll go tomorrow. Or the next day.

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Vixen (1) – Re-upload

After posting the second chapter of this story and reiterating that some names and details changed, I just decided to post the updated version that is also much easier to read with adequate spacing. Since the site won’t allow you to edit or delete a story once it has been published (a flaw in the system that I strongly suggest should be changed), I’ll just have to cross my fingers and hope that new readers read this version of chapter one and not the original. Enjoy! Sountrack: Sunburn – Muse