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

by Wade, Vixen

  Warm, dry earth formed a shelf and the creature crammed them in tight to the narrow space. She found herself facing outward, back to the belly of the beast, its strong arms around her as if cocooned her body. Its fur was soft, she realized.

  “Be still, girl,” it snarled softly. “On your life do not move. They will think I chose to drown rather than succumb to the hunt. But utter not a sound for our scent will still be strong to the hounds of Crom.”

  She nodded, whispering, “I understand, I am grateful.”

  Suddenly, above them torch light filled the mouth of the well, sending flickering shadows dancing weirdly down the shaft. There came a deafening cacophony of savage snarls and booming barks cascading down into the amplifying echo. She heard rough voices which, thanks to the Mark of Skavis, the Ogre Magi, she understood.

  “Do you see the wolf-bastard?”

  “No, the well’s too deep.”

  “Find something to tell the Lord or it will be our asses fed to the hounds.”

  “How about the wench?”

  “No sign.”

  “Too bad, my cock is aching for human pussy.”

  The more the rough talk carried on, the more grateful she became. She didn’t dare look, so she had no true idea, but she knew now, more than ever, that she wanted no part of being found by such as these. Even the Orc slavers had not filled her with such trepidation, rather they had fascinated her in a way she could have never explained.

  Frightened, she scooted back into the warm, animalistic shelter of her protector. And felt his cock.

  She froze. He was making no attempt to move, but she realized her naked heat, wrapped so close to him, in even such a dire situation as this, was having an effect. In fact, she could feel him shuddering, his breath hot on the side of her face, the feeling of his heart pounding through his lupine chest, a heavy drum against her back.

  The cock continued growing, slowly lengthening up between the soft press of her thighs. She moaned quietly as the hot flesh stubbornly pushed its way forward. The creature pulled her closer, hot lips next to her ear.

  “Not a sound, or we are dead. I can’t help it, on my honor, I swear I’m not doing this on purpose.”

  She nodded into the grip of his arms. Frightened, the fear sensations only served to heightened the experience. Her groin began quivering on its own, and she felt dampness growing up between her legs. So far, since being taken by the Triangle, she had learned one thing, mythological creatures fucked with all the power of legend. Somehow, she knew, this wolf man would be no different.

  Gently, she opened her thighs enough to allow the restrained erection to push forward. Instantly the long, lean penis pushed past the curve of her legs until the head nestled tight against the lips of her labia where her pussy juices were already building, lubricating her for penetration.

  There was a noise, a brutal whooshing sound as above them the hunters fired a volley of arrows from powerful bows down into the well. Wooden shafts, and those barbaric iron arrowheads, ricocheted wildly off the stone walls, or cut into the black water far below them. Startled, she scooted back away from the lip of the shelf they hid upon.

  The movement smoothly inserted the head of the wolfen’s cock into her vagina.

  “Forgive me,” he said, his voice was raw with his need. Whatever manner of being he might be, he was male. All male.

  “Don’t,” she whispering back, hushing him.

  She was terrified, and somehow this simple, familiar act calmed her. She understood this, was good at this. Her plunge through the Triangle had freed her to embrace the core of what made her, her. She was at her heart, a fuck beast, every bit as wild and wanton and weird as the magical creatures that ruled these realms she found herself in. This strange, magical creature wanted her, it was an exhilarating feeling of empowerment that, when mixed with her terror-adrenaline, provided a heady, intoxicating mixture.

  The cock between her legs was long, and firm in that sort of hard, but spongy giving way erections always had. The head nestled up inside her pussy filled her with an incredible feeling of fulfillment. The danger was an intoxicating spice and she pushed herself down on the shaft, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

  The creature behind her uttered a soft, deep growling, low in its throat, that she felt more as a vibration in its chest than so much heard. She arched her back, pushing her hips down. The fist of cock inside her slid in a further inch and the beasts’ breath came in hot gusts across her neck. It was not fucking her, she was fucking it.

  Aroused, she squirmed, impaled, and even more cock slid into her cunt. Encouraged by her movements, the beast responded, pushing more of his warm shaft up into her. She grabbed hold of a furred arm with both hands and squeezed as her lips parted, accepting the entire length into her body.

  Above them came more shouts, the hunting hounds baying wildly with frustration. A second volley of arrows cut through the shaft and lanced into the dark water below them. A torch, blazing bright, fell past them, in a falling ball of illumination. It struck the water and was extinguished in a wicked hiss.

  “No one, certainly not some human bitch, can hold their breath that long,” a rough voice growled. “They’re drowned and dead. Fuck ‘em”

  The wolfen pushed himself into her, inflaming her sensitive vaginal walls, pulled out, slid back in. His rhythm grew faster and stronger, and once again she felt the familiar building, burning sensation, the release that she constantly craved, starting to surge. She pressed her teeth into the swell of her bottom lip to stifle her cries as the beast fucked her. Each slap of those hips shook her body, each slap of the heavy ball sack, reverberated up into her gut.

  “How can we be sure?” another voice demanded.

  “You can crawl down there for a swim,” the first voice answered. This was met with gruff laughter.

  “Shut the dogs up!” another voice snarled. “The night is still young. There’s more prey to be run down. Mount up hunters, we ride!”

  There was a confusion of movement and sound from above as one of the beasts’ hands fell down to encircle her breast. She moaned, barely able to suppress the sound as a clever thumb brushed her straining nipple.

  “Yes, yes,” she urged him on.

  The creature respond, slamming his hips against her ass, plunging all of his length between her thighs and inside her. She was fully taken up by the sex now, safe and warm and comfortable in the creature’s embrace. She wanted to thank the being for saving her, to return kindness with kindness and, more than that, its cock was magical, it had set her loins on fire and she wanted more of it inside her, wanted to feel the cum dump out of its shaft and splash into her.

  Panting, she pushed her ass back into his hips, fucking him back on every thrust. Her nails dug into the arm holding her, and she felt the already engorged penis shaft swelling larger inside her. The wolfen’s pants grew ragged, it motions more intense and finally, as its cock hammered in and out of her, she let herself go.

  She gasped out a groan, husky and violent, feeling the burning explode then drop abruptly away as her orgasm flooded out of her in a splash of hot, sticky fluid that spilled between her thighs and out across the creature’s cock.

  It was all he needed, and his poundings sent further shock waves through her body, traveling up her spine until her head snapped back and forth on her neck with the force of each thrust. The creature’s testicles, a tight fist of a purse, bunched up against the back of her legs as his final push plunged him all the way up inside of her, threatening to split her apart.

  The cock head pushed into her cervix, and hot clumps of cum spilled out against it to spill back down her pussy and leak out around the thrusting cock, smearing her thighs. She shuddered as the sticky ooze mixed with her own juices and slickened them both. For a moment the two strange allies held utterly still, locked in rigid postures of ecstasy, clinging to each other.

  Then that feeling she had come to dread; the feeling of a now softening cock sliding free, lea
ving her empty and somehow hollow. She uttered a soft sigh of protest and let her head loll back to rest on the powerful shoulder of her guardian.

  “Lay still, beautiful girl,” the beast whispered. “I will see if they are gone.”

  In the next instant the powerful creature fled the crevice, scrambling easily up to the mouth of the cistern. She felt alone and vulnerable without his presence, and she was gripped in deep stirrings of gratitude. In the dark, she waited, ears straining to catch any sound, find any clue as to what was happening above her.

  She heard the beast sniffing loudly, obviously trying to catch any scent, then a soft scrambling as it left the well. She huddled, waiting, terrifying ideas running through her head. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he’s caught? How will I get out?

  Her thoughts turned to her dream lord, to the Magi and his own powerful erection. Sex could still be good, sex with powerful, magical beings so far beyond her human experience it was insane to try and compare them with human lovers--but no sex again would ever match the touch of the Oni and his great, indigo-skinned cock.

  Even now, pussy hot and slick with the seed of a wondrous partner in such a dire situation, she hungered still for the Magi’s touch. Hungered to please him with her mouth, to do whatever he wished. I will return, Lord, I will return, she promised in a silent prayer.

  2.

  Unexpectedly, there was a flurry of motion and the lupine appeared before her. He crouched, a vague, intimidating shadow in the darkness, eyes glowing red as lamps in the dim light. He reached out, drawing her into his embrace.

  “I think they have gone. We can make it to the tower and safety, at least from the hunt.”

  “What are the hunt?” she asked. “Who are they?”

  “They serve Crom, who in turn is an ally of the King in Yellow,” he replied. She remembered Octavia mentioning this figure as well, it was an enemy, or rival, of her own lord, the Magi. “He is evil?”

  “He is a powerful dimensional warlord. You have the scent of Skavis on you, the hunt is always on the search for servants of the Magi.”

  “What will they do if they find me?” she asked. “Kill me?”

  “Maybe. They would kill me, because I am an agent of chaos, of freedom, in this struggle that carries across realms. But I am a warrior and you are obviously not. No, what they would want from you is what you gave me.”

  “Sex?”

  “Yes. They would want that first and most of all. Then, because they are in one of the wild, or neutral territories, what we call the Places In Between, they would gift you to the lord of the tower as tribute. He collects female slaves of all species and keeps them there to serve his pleasure. You would discover all manner of thralls there.”

  “But you said the tower was safety.”

  “And it is, if you are with me, then you are under my protection, and the lord there will honor that. But if you come as the fuck-chattel of the Hunt then there is no such promise. The lord in the tower there can be cruel at his whim, though he’s not so evil as one who labors under the Yellow Sign, the Mark of the King in Yellow.” He lifted a hand and tapped the tip of one sharp claw against her black diamond pendent. “And this key, this vessel for controlling the Bir El-Arwan, and controlling travel through the Well of Souls? You will find a doorway there, in the service of the Tower Lord, that can take you on into realms other than these.”

  “This is a key?” she asked, holding up the pendent.

  “Aye, master its use and you may travel the currents and pathways between the realms. As if you were a Lord yourself. How did you come by it?”

  “I was…” she thought for a moment how best to describe what had happened. “Betrayed,” she decided. And indeed, she lived to serve the Magi, and it was his wish and will that she be there for him, and for his great cock. Octavia also lived to serve the Oni and that same massive, godlike erection. The Sylph had betrayed her lord, and a betrayal of Skavis was a betrayal of her. She pushed on with her explanation. “In the struggle, I acquired this.”

  “That was a stroke of luck,” the wolfen said. “But do you understand the difficulty we face?”

  “I understand, I think.” She clung to him, no longer afraid of those baleful eyes or savage jaws. “I trust you. You were wounded because of me. I only wish to help you.”

  “Which reminds me,” the wolfen said. “Here.”

  His hand went to the sluggishly seeping wound at his shoulder. He moved his cupped palm to Veronica’s face. She smelled the sharp, coppery tang of the being’s blood and peered up at his face, trying to read his features in the dark.

  Her hand went to his powerful arm. ”You were hurt, I know this. By the arrow, I am sorry, and grateful for your courage.”

  “No,” he argued, pushing his hand toward her face. “You misunderstand. You must drink of my blood. It will strengthen you, make you stronger, faster, more able to flee and run. You are not my mate, but my seed is in your womb. You were a good, tight, lay, I must offer you some of my protection. It is the way of my kith, and kin, and kind. Accept this power. It cannot be taken by force, only given.”

  His free hand took her head in an uncompromising grip, locking it into place. With a quick, rude gesture, he pressed his clawed finger into her mouth. She opened her lips submissively before his great strength, and felt the salty taste of the blood on her tongue. She reached up with both hands, grasping the great, strong hand, her lips closed around the offered finger and she suckled at the bloody stain like a child.

  The great beast shuttered at her touch, clutching her close. It’s voice ran rough with lust when next it spoke. “I will get you to safety, and when I do I will put you on all fours and mate with you properly, until your legs are too weak to walk and you bark at the moon.”

  “Please, please,” she agree, letting his finger slid from here mouth. She thrilled to memory of the long, solid cylinder of his cock between her legs. Dear god, if his blood was as powerful and full of gifts as he claimed, she wanted to drink his cum as well, to take the magic he offered into every orifice, and feel it splashing hot across her skin.

  She remembered a snatch of song lyric, of pop music advice repeated incessantly across the oldies stations from her old life. If she couldn’t be with the one she loved, then she would love the one she was with. The creature growled and she felt a blast of heat, like through the open door of a furnace. suddenly pulsate from the junction of its legs. He was horny again, hunger for her.

  “Soon,” it said. “Let us be away.”

  Reaching up, she encircled his neck in a strong grip. “Take me where we can be together, please, hurry.”

  It snarled, eager, and she felt the head of its cock, erect once against, pressing up like a sword at the warm sheath of her cunt. She wasn’t sure she could standing waiting to feel it deep inside her again until the dubious safety of the tower. She wanted it now.

  The creature, agile as an ape, scrambled up the cracked rock wall of the cistern and scrambled up over the lip. It landed lightly on the ground and she looked around. There was the light burning in the tower. There the ruins of the old building. All around her hung the familiar gray cloak of the mist.

  “What should I call you?” she asked.

  The creature suddenly went rigid in her grip and she felt the insistent press of its erection fall away. Alarmed, she looked around. Arrows lanced out of the dark, from seemingly out of nowhere, and the wolfen howled in rage and agony as they slammed into him, one long shaft cutting into his thigh, another burying itself in his shoulder.

  Wounded, it sagged and she screamed for him. Before them, arrayed in a loose semi-circle, stood the hunt. Great snarling hellhounds with dripping jaws and vile, yellow eyes, strained on chain leashes held in the hand of a silent giant with the head of an elk and a massive spread of antlers. In one hand it held a wicked, single edged axe.

  Around the master of hounds stood five males of the scarlet-skinned race she instantly recognized as the dark Sylvan from her c
ontact with the First Concubine, Octavia, all in black leather armor. They held powerful looking short bows, long arrows with wickedly barbed black iron heads, notched at the ready.

  “Flee!” she screamed at the wolfen. Throwing herself from his grip she stood and spread her arms wide to shield it. “Flee!” she shouted again. “They won’t kill me, find me at the tower, lover!”

  An arrow burned past her head and the wolfen yelped in agony. “Go!” she screamed again and in a rush of motion she knew he fled. He had tried to give so much to her, to save her when she was vulnerable and confused. Now it was her turn to ensure they lived.

  She looked at the Sylvan hunters. Felt their hungry eyes roving across her naked body. She was tall and curvy, she breathed in, causing her heavy breasts to rise. She watched their eyes drawn to her tits like metal to a magnet. She knew what they wanted, and if it saved the wolfen warrior, she was willing to pay the price.

  “Come,” she called, desperate to draw their attention from hunting the chaos beasts. “Come to me. Let’s see what the cocks of Sylvan warriors taste like.”

  The dark sylvan looked at her.

  The five hunters did not smile. Unlike how the Orcs had been, back during her first encounter traveling through dimensions, the Sylph pack did not laugh or call out. Silently, silver eyes stared at her with strange, alien intensity. She swallowed, feeling apprehension and a strange unnamable feeling that moved in her stomach, causing her thighs to quiver.

  One of them turned to the antler headed master of hounds. “Track the wolf-pup,” he snarled. “We’ll finish this one quick enough.” The antlered creature whistled once, sharply and in the next instant the snarling hell hounds were gone, into the mist.

  Run, lover, run, she thought. Then she licked her lips and regarded the hunters.

  The sylvan males were ethereal. Tall, long limbed and they stood at ease, displaying tightly muscled, but not overly bulky, bodies as they began stripping. Long hair, so blond it was white, trailed down over sharply defined backs and stomachs covered by skin the color of Alizarin Crimson. She swallowed. She was afraid, but these men were truly otherworldly. They were breathtakingly beautiful.