The Concubine Vol 1-3: An Erotic series of Monster Domination

by Wade, Vixen

  “Lick them,” Octavia instructed. “Lick his balls.”

  She went to work, tongue caressing the heavy balls like a cat cleaning its fur. She bathed them in her spit, leaving them glistening and wet. Octavia still held her in a firm grip, guiding her head, but she didn’t need the domination to perform anymore.

  The Oni was a creature of powerful magic and it emanated from him in a miasma, leaving her ensorcelled. She did not think Skavis was a god, not really, but the distinction was immaterial, he was so much more powerful, so much greater, than anything she had ever known, she realized on her deepest, most feminine level, that her role, the only role she could aspire to, was serving him. Serving him utterly.

  She stretched her lips wide and sucked in one perfect testicle. His taste was inhuman, utterly wild. Again her mind flashed to the stallion of her childhood, washed and combed, mane braided, as it waited to go on parade. Its thoroughbred testicles had hung just as low, just as magnificent, and she could only imagine this was how that healthy animal’s own testicles could have tasted.

  The big ball filled her mouth, forcing her cheeks outwards in a bulge as she attempt to accept it all. Her tongue found the seam of the nut sack and worked at it. This close to the junction of his powerful thighs, nose buried in his groin, the bestial smell of the creature, its heavy, barbaric aroma, enveloped her.

  It made her drip with desire.

  Vaginal secretions oozed in honey streams down her thighs, her clitoris swelled, engorged and aroused to an almost painful state of need. Unconsciously, the fingers of one hand went there, found the button between the hood of her labia, and began stroking it. She moaned.

  She heard a sound like the rumbling of a grizzly bear, a deep vibration in an octave so low it was beyond human range of speech. She twisted her head, never stopping her lathing of the Ogre Magi’s balls. She twisted, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, to see the expression of pleasure that must surely accompany the sound of his satisfaction.

  All she could see was the great branch of his cock jutting straight out, thick and covered in veins. She wanted it, she wanted to touch it, to suck it and feel these great balls now in her mouth contract as he shot his load past her lips and into her. She could only imagine the pressure of his ejaculate, the taste, how warm and thick it would feel, as it jetted down her throat.

  Her body shuttered suddenly as her fingers continued working her clit to an orgasm. She reached out a hand to steady herself and it came to rest on the quadriceps of the Magi. The resting power coiled within that single massive limb seemed to leak out and soak into her hand. It was a startling experience, and she felt it tangibly, in jolts of strong, but pleasant, current.

  She gasped in surprise, the heavy nut slipping out of her mouth, a line of glistening drool stretching from it and her lips. She closed her eyes, goosebumps rippling across her flesh fast as a wildfire spreading through dry bush. Her pussy gushed and drops of her secretions splashed in coin-sized drops on the onyx tiles.

  She gasped. Just by tea bagging this creature she’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. She could only imagine what it would be like once she had him inside her, pushing deep, thrusting. She shuddered again.

  At last, she heard the great Ogre Magi speak. His voice was a rumbling trumpet call in basso profundo, deep and rich, ringing and completely, utterly, savage. It was a voice of utter authority, complete command, a voice that whispered the syllables of spells powerful enough to flash cook a man to his bones, or bring forth the Lords of Hell for palaver.

  The Oni spoke.

  “Suck. My. Dick.”

  “Yes, Lord,” Octavia answered instantly.

  Veronica could hear the strain of the sylvan’s own desire in the female’s voice. She knew that, if she too, spoke her voice would quiver the same. She ached with longing to do as she was bid, to not just suck that great cock, but to feel it fuck her face.

  “Show her,” Skavis purred like a great cat. “Show her how to please a Lord of the Bir el-Arwen.”

  “Yes, Lord,” Octavia repeated.

  Her hands found the sides of Veronica’s face and her fingers, long and sinew strong, tipped by perfectly manicured nails of deepest obsidian, fish-hooked the human’s lips as she pulled her head back, spreading them wide.

  Veronica despised the Sylph. She resented the female’s very presence, her entire existence. The bitch was between her and the Magi, the Great One. She wanted the being all to herself, not to be shared. Her stomach burned with the intensity of her hate.

  For a moment she tensed, flexing the muscles along her spine and stiffening her neck. She didn’t need this red skinned devil-whore showing her how to suck a dick, even one as perfect and gigantic as the Magi’s.

  Octavia, misunderstanding Veronica’s resistance for fear, or disobedience, hissed again. She spread the woman’s lips wider and pushed her face toward the huge helmet of Skavis’s cock head.

  “Suck it, you stupid bitch, take that cock.”

  It was the Magi’s will that the Sylph instruct her, Veronica realized. It was his will that the female guide her, show her how to please him. She could not fight his will. She relaxed and allowed Octavia to present her mouth to the Oni’s penis.

  She stretched her lips wide, judging the cock’s circumference at greater than six inches, maybe by a margin of half an inch or more. She couldn’t be entirely sure, it was simply too thick, too fat, for her to measure with total certainty.

  “Stick out your tongue,” Octavia told her. “Relax your jaw, let it slid in.”

  Her mouth carefully enveloped the purple-black glans, Octavia prizing her lips none-to-gently apart. She stuck out her tongue a little and Skavis eased his hips forward, placing the hefty weight of his shaft there.

  “Mind your teeth, slut,” the Sylph snapped. “Ease it in.”

  “Good,” Skavis murmured, “very good.”

  He smoothly inserted the front half of his cock into her mouth and she felt her saliva glans watering, the muscles of her throat clenching and relaxing in anticipation of what was coming as he slid it deeper.

  Drool welled up in a pool and began spilling out of her mouth in necklaces of clear spit. Some of it ran down her neck and splashed onto the slope of her breasts. She heard the bellows of his lungs moving copious amounts of air in and out of his gigantic torso. On her knees, vulnerable, she realized how easily that great weight could fall on her, crushing her if he lost control or became angry.

  Adrenaline flooded her body, only serving to heighten the experience. Slowly, mouth stretched to its limits, she began to bob her head. She worked along the length, coating it with spit until it shone. She ran her head along the spongy, umbrella ridge, of the corona with each backward stroke. Her tongue found the opening at the head and she poked gently there, wiping up the pearls of pre-cum.

  On the down stroke she strove to fit more and more of the shaft into her mouth, to relax enough to take it down her throat. She coughed and gagged in her eagerness to please. Octavia’s strong fingers wrapped around her lower jaw and at the back of her head, pulling and pushing her face in concert with her rhythmic ministrations.

  “Suck it,” Octavia whispered, “take it.” Veronica was acutely aware of the woman’s moist sex as she crouched next to her, at the press of her scarlet skinned breasts against her side. She could feel the female’s hard nipples against her, pointed like daggers. She understood how she felt, just being near the Oni in such a situation was intoxicating.

  There was nothing she would not do for her Lord, no act she would not preform. If it pleased him, brought him pleasure, then she wanted to do it, was desperate, frenzied to do it. Gone was all thought, all memory, of her world before now.

  She was truly the concubine of the Ogre Magi. Body and soul. Heart and mind.

  And he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

  “Your eyes, girl,” Skavis growled. “Look up at me.”

  From her position, face stuffed with his erection so that he
r eyes watered and drool spilled out of her mouth like wine from an overfull cup, she looked up, meeting the Ogre Magi’s gaze. Their eyes locked.

  She felt the same thrill she had at first touching him. She felt euphoric, ecstatic, energy drilling into her with the same relentless intensity with which he now fucked her face. She gagged, spilling even more saliva out of her mouth. Her chest was sloppy wet with it now where it ran down her chin.

  His eyes were madness inducing. A deep, sort of red streaked with black, no pupils, all iris. Eyes that had unraveled the mysteries of the universe stared into her, knowing her fully, claiming her. She felt trapped by his gaze, locked into the intensity of experience.

  Wanting to please him, desperate to do so, she willed the muscles of her throat to relax and she pushed her face down the shaft. The feeling of resistance gave way finally, and she slid his length all the way in, deep throating him until her mouth was jammed tightly against his body. Her jaw felt as if it would unhinge.

  His eyes narrowed in pleasure, framed by the savage curling tusks rising from his brutally thick mandible. He grinned, revealing white fangs. He was a monster, a real, literal monster and she was deep throating his cock like a sex worker in a Tijuana pony show.

  She loved it.

  “That’s it, girl,” he rumbled. “Good, good. Look in my eyes, do not, on your soul, look away.”

  “Good,” Octavia said in her ear. The Sylph’s hand kept at the back of her head, pushing her down farther until if felt as if her skull would split at the jaw. She felt the powerful thighs of the Magi shift as he gave into the pleasure and pushed himself forward.

  God, she thought, I think I can feel him in my chest!

  “The balls, Sylph,” he snarled suddenly.

  Octavia did not hesitate to obey. She reacted instantly, plunging her face between the Oni’s legs just below Veronica’s. The human heard the female’s suckling as she latched on to the Magi’s great testicles. Her own tits swayed and bounced as she plunged her head up and down the unrealistically long dick, letting the warlord sheath himself in her to the hilt, taking him almost out, then plunging forward again. With each downward thrust, her bouncing tits struck against the side of Octavia’s face. The feeling was pleasant, intimate.

  She still hated the bitch.

  The scene went on for long moments until, to her shock, and just as her jaw began to ache to the point of agony, she felt the Magi’s legs quiver slightly. As commanded, her eyes never left his and he snorted like a bull in the pen, flexing his thighs hard.

  Rolling his head, tusks gleaming, he blinked. She felt the enchantment that was the power of his gaze lessen for a moment. “Enough,” he told her.

  He pulled his cock clear of her throat and out of her mouth. It was harder than ever, swollen and angry look, curved like a Calvary saber and seemingly almost as long. Ropes of spit clung to it and it glistened wetly, drenched, in the hot light of the braziers.

  To her surprise Skavis bent forward and reached for her, massive clawed hands wrapping around her arms. Her breath left her body as he easily scooped her to the wide, thick plates of his chest. She gasped in surprise. His heart pounded hard against his chest, loud enough to hear.

  She had done this, had made him pant with desire. This being had the whole of time and space in the cosmos to find what he desired, and he chose her, and in return she made his heart pound. She leaned against the curved mass of his pectoralis, touching his deep blue skin with a sense of wonder. She trembled in his arms as he turned and strode toward the sprawling divan that was the only furniture in the room.

  All around her galaxies spun in brilliant, scintillating points and streaks of light. Suns burned and planets of every description tumbled across the observatory windows. The view was amazing, spectacular and she felt small, insignificant against the stretching eternity.

  But she was in the arms of a creature who ruled the secrets of that eternity, who spoke the occult words, and new the forbidden names. How could she be insignificant when a creature such as this wanted her so badly?

  She cried out in surprise as Skavis dropped into place. As he settled back he lifted and turned her, facing her toward him and lifting her so that her parted legs rested on the mountains of his shoulders. She grasped the prongs of his antlers in her shock, steadying herself. Her vagina, vulnerable and exposed, was intimate inches from that terrible mouth with its savage tusks and lustrous fangs.

  If he wanted to, he could have ripped her belly and womb open in a single jerk and eaten her guts as they came spilling out. His mouth opened, a black tongue, long and wide as a farm animal’s, as the stallion from the stables of her youth, emerged.

  It slaved her vagina, parting the lips and licking wetly into her depths before scrubbing her clitoris in great swipes of the meaty thing. She grabbed hold of the antler harder and cried out loud enough for her voice to echo in the vast chamber beneath the stars. His breath came out in snorts from the wide splash of a nose, the air humid and hot against her inner thighs.

  “Uhggn,” she sobbed. Then again and again, “uhggn, uhggn, uhggn.” It was just inarticulate noise, but the Oni’s tongue moved inside her tight cunt like hot, oscillating waves. Her hips came down into the press of his tongue and it was thick enough, long enough, that he was actually fucking her with the organ, sliding it in and out with quick thrusts, only to stop and lap at her like a cat at a bowl of milk.

  Holding tight to his horns, she rolled her head in ecstasy. Unbelieving of the intensity of the sensations she was feeling, her eyes rolled wildly, scanning the room as if from a great distance, and she looked down to witness Octavia on her knees by the divan. The dark sylvan female crouched between the Magi’s legs. Her head bobbed furiously as she sucked him off. Just below her mouth her hands clenched the great shaft, one atop the other, and she jacked him off with each smooth bob of her head.

  Veronica felt a burning pressure building low in her belly, a violent need, like storm driven surf crashing over granite breakers. She ground down harder as Skavis worked his tongue into her hole, his fangs shone like his lips now with the sheen of her pussy juice. Her orgasm reached a breaking point.

  She felt a great finger, large as another man’s penis, slid between the clenched globes of her ass. The blunt spade of the digit wormed its way in and found the opening there. Gently, Skavis began to rub her anus in time to the rhythm of his lapping, thrusting tongue.

  Her eyes, heavy lidded with approaching release, opened wide in shock and the sensation proved too much, She swept over the edge and, turning her face to the heavens swirling above, she screamed. Her pussy clenched like a fist and pleasure jolted through her body in wide, hot currents. She screamed again and her vagina released in an explosion of fluid.

  The power of her squirting orgasm sprayed out like water from a hydrant. She shuddered in spasm so strong they were beyond her ability to control as her orgasmic secretions flowed from her in streams. Skavis grunted in satisfaction as her hot, orgasmic juices gushed across his face. It ran down his cheeks and collected in the hollow of his throat.

  Still impaled on his great tongue, she shuddered, and shuddered. She heard a rumble, like thunder gathering over a mountain range, and felt a strong vibration shaking the massive breast beneath her. The tongue slid clear of his slit and she realized the Ogre Magi was laughing.

  She looked down. The terrible face was twisted into a grin, tusks looking incredibly fierce. She felt a thrill of understanding; he approved. He liked making her cum. The Oni had enjoyed it.

  A great hand came up and grabbed her breast, thumb going to the erect nipple there and tracing a lazy circle. She inhaled sharply, then relaxed into the strength of his grip. She no longer felt frightened. Instead her pussy throbbed, pulsing with hunger to be filled.

  “The devil-whore, Octavia,” Skavis said. “As got me worked up, female. My cock is slick enough with her spit, and your slit wet enough after that gushing, that you should be able to take it. Now climb down on your Lord’s
cock and get me off.” His voice rumbled, joviality fled now. It was the voice of a being who commanded legions.

  “Yes, Magi,” she breathed. “I obey. I only wish to feel you in me,” she said. In that moment it was utterly true; it was all she desired.

  She scooted down his torso, feet finding purchase on the divan to either side of his wide hips. The thing between his legs curved up like a forearm and fist. He had been wrong, Octavia had slathered his cock. Lines of her spittle hung in white strands up and down the pole. She’d never seen a cock so wet before.

  It was still incredibly intimidating, a formidable hammer of flesh. She remembered how it had felt poking in and out of her throat and she swallowed in trepidation, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. But his body heat was like a furnace and it warmed her wet pussy through his blue skin and she felt her need driving her on.

  She had to take it.

  She looked at Octavia, still crouched submissively between the Magi’s legs. The dark Sylph smirked, the challenge clear on her face. Fail to take the cock of Skavis and she was of no use as a concubine. She needed to have a plan.

  Reverse cowgirl, she thought, do not fail me now.

  Setting herself down on the lower part of Skavis’s abdomen, she spun quickly, spreading her legs wide and securing a steady foothold on the plush cushions of the divan. Octavia, face even with the Magi’s balls, narrowed her eyes. Gone was the tepid, hesitant, human stolen from her own world.

  Here now was a confident, self-possessed, concubine, claiming her place in the harem of Skavis.

  “The balls of our lord our getting dry, First Concubine,” Veronica said.

  Octavia scowled, but bent her head. As the human began to impale herself, the Sylph continued her oral ministrations. The two females locked eyes in a silent power struggle to see who would blink first.

  Veronica took the cock by the shaft below the helmet of his corpus spongiosum. She stopped momentarily, shuddering as she felt the Oni’s heartbeat pulsing through the great stream of his dorsal artery. The shaft was thick enough to frighten her, but she wanted this, wanted it as badly as anything in her life.