His jaws gaped open as he pressed his open mouth against her skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he sensually devoured her, his tongue stroking over her skin repeatedly, the flat of it sliding over her nipples and the tapered tip curling around them with teasing flicks. Her fingers tightened around his horns, her nails digging into the grooves along their surface as his mouth drew closer to her mons.
The first flick of his tongue dragging over her puffy labia made her whimper. The first gentle tug on her clit made her convulse as an orgasm shot through her. She heard and felt him rumble against her pussy as he began to lap her in earnest with frenzied strokes. Each slide of his tongue burrowing between her folds into the hot warmth of her channel. It plunged within her mimicking the forceful pump of his hips as he humped the air, the press of his fangs cradling her clit with an intense, almost sharp, pressure. He withdrew it every so often to swipe at her clit. At the last flick he sucked it into his mouth and growled, vibrating against it in a rapid rolling tempo that sparked her orgasm.
Drawing up her hips, Misty screamed in pleasure. She felt the long arching hot stream of his cum spray over the back of her thighs as he also came with a low roar. Breathless, and her body scented with his peculiar perfume, she lay in the bed of fallen leaves gasping for breath as she looked up at the starlit sky.
He settled back just far enough to draw his nose against her in a gesture that seemed almost affectionate, his breath warming her against the air. A snarl raised every fine hair on her arms. Mawrgol snarled again viciously, his head looking at some point beyond her field of vision. The fairies swirled in a panicked flash of flickering lights as Misty sat up, mindful not to hit her head on his jaw in the process, as she turned toward the source of the disturbance.
She squinted in confusion, unable to detect anything when a ray of light pierced the woods and the fairy-lights fled with a wailing shriek. Mawrgol backed away slowly, snarling loudly all the while, his eyes glanced down at her, his claws uncurling out to her to snatch her around the waist, lifting her up into his arms like a prize. With a final hiss toward the penetrating light, he fled on powerful legs deep into the forest.
Misty watched the forest speed by, her heart hammering. What was going on, and where was he taking her? The light had obviously meant humans, and the creatures of the wood had fled from it just as tradition suggested. Uncertain of her fate, she clung to his powerful frame as branches whipped by without touching her. To her surprise, the trees parted before them and lit up with hidden wonders she never before had seen as he took her in the darkest depths. At last, they arrived at a large rocky burrow amid a blooming thicket. There he settled her into a bed of lush furs and curled around her with his massive body.
His claws gently dragged across her jaw and down her body.
“Sleep, female.”
“Misty,” she murmured around a yawn.
“Sleep my Mist.”
Chapter 3
When she woke the faintest morning light was creeping through the shadows of the trees, a weak beam penetrating into the dark interior of her sleeping place. She froze. Trees? Slowly she sat up, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Terror beat through her as she realized that she recognized nothing of where she was at.
She was clearly inside some kind of cavernous home cut into the rock. Perfectly circular, the walls were painted with strange symbols and creatures in hues of red, orange, yellow and black, simple pigments that gave it a primitive, prehistoric feel. She shifted on the comfortable bed of furs and craned her head as she looked around warily, trying desperately to connect the dots in her hazy recollection of the night before. She’d had a bizarre, erotic dream of the woods. Fragments of the dream she could remember, but she had no idea of where she was or how exactly she got there. Had she walked into the woods and passed out?
Her eyes landed at numerous woven baskets and carved wooden bowls with interest, wondering if some sort of primitive lifestyle enthusiast had found her. It was actually a quite pretty and comfortable set-up, the smell of pine and crushed fragrant herbs filled the small room. She wasn’t complaining. She’d been kept warm. Now she was curious as to where her benevolent host had gone off to and why he hadn’t just gotten help for her.
Scooting off what she discovered to be a thickly woven platform, Misty quickly noticed something else—-she was stark naked. Horror stabbed deep within her mind that she’d been undressed. Grabbing one of the larger pelts she wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape. It was big enough to completely conceal her from neck to knee. walked to the entrance and peeked outside. Her eyes widened as she stared at the world around her. It was not was she’d been expecting to see.
For one, there was no sign of autumn. The trees were verdant all around her, and the thicket around the den was in full bloom with hundreds of deep pink flowers that gave off an intoxicating perfume. The unfurled blooms alternated on the bushes between open oval blossoms without stamen but possessing a heavy central frill that parted to reveal the depths of the bloom. It reminded her of a woman’s sex. Other flowers were long and tubular shaped with tiny pink frills that ran down the length of it. Every now and then a gentle breeze shifted, and pollen scattered out of the tubular blooms in stream of golden dust.
She watched, mesmerized by the bounce of the frilled tubular flowers on the breeze and breathed in deeply. There was something so familiar about the smell. Embarrassment flooded as she felt her thighs dampen and the warm tingle of arousal in her belly. That was definitely new. She’d never been turned on from flowers in her life.
The flowers danced as branches parted as if magic allowing entrance of a shadow quickly followed by a horned figure. Yellow eyes fastened on her and just that quickly the veil over her mind parted and her memories came rushing back. She remembered every touch of this creature before...Mawrgol, and all too clearly the reason for her nudity. She stared at him in a mixture of uncertainty, horror and overwhelming desire. At utter odds with herself, a need grew within her as he drew closer.
A large bright pink protrusion, not unlike the flowers surrounding the den in color, began to push out from a fold of dark green, almost black, flesh around his loins. A low grinding rattle, almost a purr but still quite far from it, echoed from his chest as he slowly approached her. His ears flicked toward her cautiously and one large, clawed hand extended toward her gripping a sizeable round pale fruit. She blinked at the offering in surprise.
“Is that for me?”
His head swung in a nod.
“Sustenance for my Mist.”
Her glance swung lower again where his cock had pushed further out from between the muscles of his thighs. She licked her lips, uncertain of which hunger she desired to satisfy first, the hunger in her stomach or the desperate need growing rapidly between her thighs. He inhaled and growled low at her, the rattling purr stuttering around it.
Abruptly he made the decision for her. Using his claws, he broke the fruit into small pieces and, capturing each fragment gently between the tips of said claws, he brought the sweet fruit close to her lips. It smelled of honeyed wine and she immediately opened her mouth to receive the offering.
The first touch upon her tongue was an experience of sensual bliss. She swallowed down the juices and groaned. It tasted like honeyed wine too. In the back of her mind she recalled some vague warning about not eating food in the world of spirits, but all such misgivings fled from her mind as quickly as they sprung. Her eyes watched his face as her lips brushed the tips of his claws and sucked the fruit into her mouth. The swirl of light in his eyes expanded and his purr became a lower rumble that reminded her a little of the threatening rumble of thunder before a storm.
The fact that he was a monster, a denizen of the forest that no human being should fuck with became such a little thing that her apprehension quickly swept away. Though his posture was one of dominance, her fear faded with his gentle ministration.
Her stomach satisfied; her other need roared through her. She began to toy wit
h him, licking the nectar on his claws rather than taking any more fruit from them. His phallus bulged further, the length extending to full mast as it began to swell and tilt toward her. He hesitated for but a moment then the last morsel of fruit dropped from his claws and his massive body began to crowd her, backing her back into the den.
Now she knew why the flowers smelled so familiar. They smelled like him. More specifically, they smelled like him when he was aroused, his precum seeping freely from his body. The tiny frills along his cock spread, flaring to life as they rippled. Her sex clenched. His tongue had mastered her, but now she lusted for nothing more than to be penetrated by Mawrgol’s engorged sex.
With the back of his hand he nudged her gently until she backed up and lowered herself onto the large pallet bed, her bare body completely exposed as the fur fell away. He dropped his nose immediately to her pelvis and inhaled deeply, a rumble emerging from him that sounded of ecstasy nearly matching her own. He growled against her skin and his tongue snaked out slathering over her hips and upper thighs. She quivered as his thick tongue swept over her inner thighs, licking up every drop of slick.
Like before, heat flared with an intoxicating high in every place his tongue spread his saliva. She twisted her pelvis as a needy sigh escaped her. She needed more. He didn’t disappoint. He lapped at her cunt with a fervor that matched the night before, yet this time he didn’t grind against the ground to seek any possible relief. His muscles were tense as his tongue teased her clit and stroked deep within her. He drank from her until she found her release but then his huge frame shifted as he climbed over her, his cock prodding her as his teeth left sharp stinging bites over her belly, breasts and neck as he made his way up her length.
“Now,” she hissed in demand as she arched her hips and spread her legs wider to accommodate his girth. All she felt was an unending well of need within her, she needed relief.
With a snarl he lowered his hips against her own, effectively trapping her beneath him as his teeth bit gently at her shoulder. He didn’t break the skin, but the grip was firm and verged just shy of painful. It was wholly dominant. Misty gasped and her hips jerked against his, her slick mons sliding against his slippery shaft. Her womb clenched at the contact and a fresh flood of arousal swept through her.
Her blood boiled at the contact. It occurred to her belatedly that if his saliva alone delivered a sort of aphrodisiac toxin that his cum was likely potent. Even his precum. A small orgasm shot through her. Whimpering she curled her fingers instinctively into the coils of dark silky locks that brushed over her.
Misty hissed with desire as he prodded her again, the frills of his cock teasing and caressing her labia and clit as he slid back and forth against her, the thick precum mingling with her arousal to slick the way for him. She whined low in her throat with need, but it caught off as she felt something cool rasp against her skin. Looking down, her eyes widened with shock as vines spotted with phallic blooms curled over her arms as if seeking.
Her eyes jerked up and met Mawrgol’s glowing gaze. He bared his teeth in a predatory smile. The vines had pushed out from his skin from beneath the boney exoskeleton covering his back like a hundred tiny fingers sliding along her skin. Phallic flowers of the bush that guarded his den bloomed suddenly from them in a vibrant show, nectar dripping from them onto her skin infused with a potent concentration of his scent.
The vines slid over her as he continued to slide his sex against hers, small feathery leaves kissing her skin as they slid through the dripped nectar, erotically massaging every place they touched. A low keening sound rang in her ears. Misty wondered at it until she realized it was coming from her. It slid out of her throat in a mindless haze of desire, every part of her tuned to him and opening up like a flower under his tending.
She wasn’t sure how much more teasing she could stand when the vines that cupped and massaged her breasts crept forward with eager tendrils to circle around her nipples, squeezing and pulling at the stiff peaks. His eyes never left her face, the glow in his eyes brightening as he watched her reactions, taking an obvious visceral pleasure in it. Her belly spasmed with pleasure and a startled cry leapt from her throat.
From her peripheral vision she could see a thick vine coiling through the air behind him that seemed to secrete copious amounts of nectar from tiny petal-like openings along its length. She didn’t have much time to wonder at it when the frills on his cock suddenly increased in tempo against her as he slid his cock with excruciating slowness down the length of her folds until the thick, tapered head notched at her opening. The size felt so massive as it started to dip into her it cut through her desire and she immediately tried to close her thighs.
Growling low in his chest, his vines tightened, keeping her open to him, and a low reassuring purr rumbled through her from his chest as he held her against him, his hands running comfortingly down her sides as she gradually eased. Slowly his cock sank into her, stretching her as he pushed steadily into the tight sheath of her channel, his slick sex penetrating with remarkable ease. The moment the tiny frills sank inside and began stimulating the walls, a fresh gush of arousal swept through her and her pussy quivered and her gut clenched as a ball of fire rushed through her lighting her up with her first orgasm.
He was barely inside of her and it beat every orgasm she’d ever experienced before in her life.
Her orgasm seemed unending as his cock sank further into her depths, the frills vibrating against her sensitive inner tissue. A low rattling moan sounded in her ear as he pushed himself to the hilt. Only once he was fully seated did the convulsions around his cock slowly ebb. She felt a hot spurt of release inside of her as he held himself deep. It triggered another massive tremor through her as if her body was hit with a more potent dose of his natural aphrodisiac cum.
She wondered briefly if that small spurt was it. She was surprised but could hardly be disappointed given the intensity of her own climax. Even the post climax tremor in reaction to his cum shoot against her cervix was well worth it. She attempted to drop her legs from around his flanks where they’d naturally clung to him during his penetration, but the vines holding tight to her didn’t allow any separation between them. A low sound of warning rumbled from his throat and he began to pump his hips. He was buried deep and didn’t withdraw much before he was plowing deep into her again. Every few strokes he released another hot spurt of cum that sent her senses reeling. After the fourth spurt her pussy felt like a quivering mess of nerves, slickened with their desire, their combined fluids seeping out of her.
She began to arch her hips into him, meeting his every thrust, relishing the bite of his vines against her skin as they tightened around her. The stinging nip of pain as the tendrils tightened around her nipples made her moan in ecstasy. Her thighs tightened around him, needing more. Her fingers clawed at his tough, impenetrable skin.
Making a satisfied rumble, he suddenly halted his deep grinding and pulled out nearly to the tip. She cried out at the sense of loss, and then screamed as he slammed himself inside. The grip of his teeth kept her in place as he began to rut into her with earnest, making every thrust prior to that moment like foreplay. The frills on his cock fluttered insanely as he drove into her, her body jerked against his with every hard pump of his hips.
His thighs flexed and his arms gathered around her. He lifted her off the pallet as he crouched back on his haunches so that she straddled him. The vines adjusted their grip on her like dozens of ropes anchoring her to him, his claws scraping against her skin as he pulled her down against him.
The new angle drove him into her, stoking in a manner that made her feel every bit of his girth. He threw his head back, growling with pleasure as he stroked up into her as his claws dug into her ass and hips, pulling her sharply down onto him, the broad head of his cock ramming into her repeatedly as the frills fluttered wildly inside of her. Their frenzy increased as his growls came out sharper and more frequent.
Misty’s eyes dropped as she shuddered helpl
essly, the tiny spurts of his hot cum were starting to hit every couple of minutes, sending unceasing waves of pleasure over her until nothing existed but the pleasure. From beneath her lids she watched his tail wind through the air around her in a hypnotic manner. It was slick and shining in the weak light as it dipped out of sight. The sudden pressure prodding her ass made her whimper but lost as she was in a sea of bliss, she felt nothing but an eagerness for more. The hot wet tip nudged her again, feeling out the surface of her puckered hole before slowly pushing into her, the vine twisting gently as it slid into her back entrance, wiggling through the thin membrane against his cock still wedged in her.
Mawrgol made a raspy sound and his large frame shuddered. He pulled her up as he slid his hips back, the vine didn’t slide out of her even a centimeter until he slammed her against him, his heavy cock piercing deep. He repeated the action alternating against the plunging vine pumping her ass, the tiny mouths along the vine sucking at her back channel with every plunge as they seeped a continuous stream of secretion. He growled and picked up the pace drawing out tiny cries from her with every thrust.
The rutting quickened in a jerky manner, his cock and vine no longer in perfect synchrony. At times they thrust together, burying deep within her at the same time making her scream from the pleasure of it. At other times they alternated, drawing out continuous moans from her and breathing cries.
His shuddered again and Misty’s eyes widened. His cock felt even thicker than before. She felt a swelling about halfway down his cock and a similar bunch of the vine that penetrated her ass. They were similar in sensation but very different. The swelling of his cock felt almost flexibly and fluidity with enough give to make it quiver inside of her in response to her spasming muscles around it, but firm enough that he couldn’t pull free. He was fully knotted within her, pushing into her with abandon.
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