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

by Wade, Vixen

  Naked now, they fanned out in a loose circle around her. The tallest one, heavier through the shoulders than his brethren, was marked with a snake tattoo illustrated across the rigid lines of his abdominal wall. Snapping his fingers sharply, irritation and impatience blatant on his handsome features, he gestured to her.

  She reacted instantly. Stripping off what little clothes she had left on, she revealed herself fully to the hunters. Heart pounding, she breathed fast, causing her breasts to dance. The sylvan warrior’s hands went to their cocks. To a man, they stroked their long, perfectly shaped penises as they stalked slowly forward.

  The flesh wands curved up in rhino horns as they grew and stiffened. Unconsciously, she fell back a step. The sylvan cocks were not the heavy, blunt cudgels that were Orc erections. Not so broad, these were long swords, the purple heads reaching above the belly buttons on their dusty red skin. The biggest, belonging to the one she called Snake in honor of his tattoo, deployed a dick easily as long as his forearm.

  She felt dampness well up between her legs. Her tongue came to her lips, eyes growing wide as they slowly moved in around her. She could feel the heat of their bodies as they closed in. Hands found her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned at the sensation, still fearful of what was going to happen next, but also curious. How would these dark Sylvan be? Rough as orcs? Just as demanding and selfish?

  She bit her lip to stop another moan bubbling up in her throat. A hand found her sex and cupped her between her thighs. More hands found her ass, squeezing and rubbing. The sensation was so subjugated it felt bewildering and her knees trembled. She leaned back and felt the smooth, hard marble of a warrior’s torso lean in to support her.

  The urge to surrender became too much to battle. Her life was in their hands, her ability to give them pleasure the only leverage she had to manipulate. She felt the hot, rigid shaft of a cock at the crease of her ass cheeks. The hand rubbing at the front of her cunt found her clitoris with a finger and this time she did cry out at the pleasure.

  Her body was betraying her, making her wanton. These beautiful, angelic devils wanted her, were hungry for her. Those erections bursting tight against their skin were for her, her body craved them, wanted them. They were hers, they were going to fill her up. Already she felt them, insistent, pressing against the flesh of her legs, poking into her as the Sylvan crowded closer.

  She was picked up, easily, and draped over a boulder on of them had thrown a heavy hunting cloak across. She lay, belly up, exposed and vulnerable, bent over backward, spine arched. Snake was at her head, hand under her chin. She looked into the alien, silver eyes as he looked down at her, aloof and haughty. She was a thing to be used by he and his crew, disposable pleasure. A thrill of fear cut through her and then he had her by the cheeks, pulling her toward him and there was no more time to second guess her decision.

  She knew what he wanted and opened her mouth obediently. His cock went in easily and she began working at, sucking as he slid it further in with each stroke he took. Impatient hands grabbed hers and put them to hard cocks. She started jerking them off in smooth strokes as one of the Sylvan push himself between her splayed legs.

  She looked down. It was the youngest one and the light in his eyes was almost frenzied as he grabbed his dick, pointing it toward her sex. He rubbed the head around, gathering up her sticky moisture to help lube his penetration. More hands found her breasts again, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. A masculine grip enclosed her own around an erection and pressed her fingers tighter, helping her jack him harder.

  The young one snarled like an Orc and shoved himself into her until the narrow plane of his hips came up against her damp labia. He was so long she seemed to feel it in her belly, up high where the Orcs had never reached. Only the Ogre Magi had ever been that deep. She winced as the cock head bumped her cervix. The feeling like someone punching her gut, only from the inside.

  She tried to scoot back from the ramming, but he grabbed her underhanded by the thighs and kept at her. She couldn’t concentrate under the assault and her blow job on the leader began faltering. She winced, missing some of her strokes on the cocks filling her hands.

  Snake barked an angry order at the youth and he stopped. “You’d think a bitch of the Oni could take a long cock,” he said and laughed.

  But when he started fucking her again, he didn’t push quite as deep. The ache subsided and she felt the tingling waves as he built his rhythm again. Impatient, the leader took her upside-down face in both his hands and began pushing into her mouth, using her inverted position to make her deep throat him.

  She coughed gagged, ropes of spit flying out of her mouth, splashing her own face. His ball sack, heavy and covered in soft white-blond hair pushed up against her nose. The cocks in her hands were like two firm rods covered by a soft, loose overcoat of flesh, letting her slid up and down the shaft as the erections continued growing hotter and hotter under her touch.

  “Arak,” Snake ordered. “Get on the bottom, let’s see how well she was trained in the slave harems.”

  The biggest one, thicker than the rest, and almost looking as if he somehow had a bit of Orc blood in his family tree somehow, smiled. He pushed the young one out from between Veronica’s legs. “My turn, little brother.”

  The young one scowled by obediently pulled his dick free. Unsure of what was happening next, she felt herself easily lifted in the big hunter’s strong hands. She clung to him, conscious of the weighty, open leers of the others as he turned slowly around and settled himself in her place. The big hunter’s voice was surprisingly deep and the utter maleness of the sound resonated deeply within her.

  Held easily in his hands, she flung one arm around his neck, marveling at the smooth lines of muscle making up his frame and the otherworldly beauty of his white-blond hair. While the hunters watched her, she sucked three fingers of her left hand, letting them see her pink tongue as she lubricated them with her own spit.

  Carefully, she moved her hand down and slid them inside of herself. Her eyes narrowed in pleasure and there was a wet sound as she moved them in, back and forth. When she felt good and slick, she rolled over, eyes inches from the big hunter’s, and reached down to put his cock in her pussy. They groaned together, breath mingling, as it slid in, stretching her.

  Slowly, she pushed herself down his length, taking in in fat inch by fat inch, until he was fully up inside her. Two of his brothers stepped up by his head, long cocks out and pointing at her face. She opened her mouth and both pair of swollen glans rubbed against her lips. She turned her head one way, sucked on a shaft, leaving it coated in her spit, then turned her head and bobbed her face up and down the length of the second.

  Beneath her the burly hunter found his rhythm and began see-sawing his penis in and out of her. Flexing her hips, she found her center of balance and squatted over the Sylvan’s drilling equipment, riding him expertly as he pumped in and out of her.

  Balanced now, she reached out with her hands and took both cocks in her grip. All around her the smell of male bodies filled her nostrils, the smell of crotches and athletic sweat. The salty tang of a dozen flavors filled her mouth and coated her tongue. She jacked each shaft, licking the head of each one in turn.

  As the big hunter continued fucking her with piston-like efficiency, she playful drew the cockheads together in front of her face. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around both of them, using her tongue to coat them with dripping strands of salvia. She watched them press against each other as they crowded to get into her mouth and she felt a thrill of control.

  Finding her stride, she leaned her head back and spit on the fatter cock, splashing the dark Sylvan’s abdomen. He snarled and took her head in both hands, but eager, she leaned forward, and he slid his cock across her tongue and down her throat in a single motion. She began gagging as she took the rough facefucking.

  All around her the males were moaning, the sound a cacophony of desire this close. They grunted and cursed as she worked the
ir dicks, obviously just as at ease sharing a woman as they were in the hunt. She couldn’t tell where one male’s groan began and the other ended, it was impossible to discern whose hands roamed her tits or asscheeks at any one moment. She was in a hurricane of sensation, the center of a maelstrom of rough, sensual pleasure.

  A figure moved behind her, sliding up close, and the big hunter slowed his thrusting. She looked over her shoulder and saw the one she’d named Snake, stepping up between the legs of the one already fucking her. She swallowed as she saw him pointing his erection at her.

  Slowly, nervously, she slid her pussy all the way down the big hunter’s shaft, until his root was flush with her vaginal opening. Snake grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the rosebud of her anus.

  Around her the hunt let out collective, low, and evil chuckles.

  The hunt leader coughed once, roughly, and spat. She jumped, startled, as his hot spit landed on the puckering muscle of her asshole. It pooled along the little ridges there and then a finger pushed through the spittle and into her ass, lubricating the opening. She moaned under the touch, felt herself oozing even more than before, leaking the juices of her arousal out around the thick cock impaling her. She gasped as Snake pulled his finger free.

  “Oh, oh,” she whined as the hot cockhead pressed against her.

  Nothing was to be left out, no experience or orifice left unexplored. She was going to take it all, everywhere, at once. She swallowed and the flush of adrenaline racing through her body as Snake’s cock slid into her ass was euphoric.

  She gasped, there was pain as she was stretched, but then there was also the feel of those two big erections working inside her, giving her pleasure from both directions at once. She gasped as Snake slid it in further, drawing in her breath, trying to moan.

  But the cocks at her face grew insistent, running out of patience, growing urgent in their own selfish need. One thrust in her mouth and strong hands forcibly bobbed her head up and down along its rigid length, the veins so swollen with the intensity of the orgasm, she felt each ridge and curve with her tongue .

  At her rear both cocks began moving in tandem, one sliding out, the other pushing in. Her rectum felt stressed and stretched to the limit. Snake’s was only the second cock she’d taken up her ass, and it was much bigger than the first one had been. That penis belonged to a celebrity from her own world. And, even though she’d enjoyed the ass fucking Kevin Connor had given her, it paled in comparison with what happened now.

  The cock of Snake, the hunt leader, pushed its way up inside her backside, withdrew just as the burly hunter’s plunged into her cunt. The rubbing friction made her scream in pleasure, but she gagged as more cock filled her throat. She worked hard on the shaft in front of her, still jacking the other two dicks as best she could.

  She had to give the wolfen time to escape, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out. She had to make them cum, to get them off, and dampen the frenzied storm of multiple penetration she was now swept up in. The entire episode felt like surfing. The power of the Ocean had always frightened her, but the feeling of cutting cross a massive wave, board under her control, responding to her touch, was intoxicating.

  This situation felt very similar. Yes, she was frightened, yes there was danger and uncertainty, but she was mastering it, taking what she wanted from the experience as well as being taken. She was swept up in a primal tide of tribal male and female roles.

  The Sylvan were shouting now, voices loud and passion filled. Her jaw started aching as she bounced from one cock to another, her throat finally relaxing enough to allow the long erections down deep without pain. For their part, the hunters fucked her mouth like any other hole on her body, all of them moving with the same selfish, greedy hunger she had ignited in them.

  Snake’s thrust sped up and the increased motion sent her over the edge. His sperm squirted up along the length of her rectum as her orgasm forced her vaginal muscles to squeeze convulsively up and down the length of her tight channel. It was too much, and the bulky hunter beneath her pushed up, heavy balls drawing tight, before exploding out into her.

  She tried to scream again, but now one of the Sylvan had taken hold of her long, black hair in both his scarlet skinned hands, and began pumping his semen into her face. She felt clumps of it in her throat and she swallowed, but there was still enough spilling over to smear the length of his shaft so that the taste was thick and salty and warm along her tongue.

  The coming hunters made no effort to restrain themselves, grunting loudly in their passion. They also didn’t waste time swapping out positions. Once the leader was finished he pulled out and backed away. The burly one stood, her still in his arms, and lifted her clear.

  One of them took the cloak covering the rock and spread it on the ground. Unceremoniously, the one holding her placed her on the cloak and she went onto all fours. The final two members of the hunt fell on her eagerly. more moved in to take their place, hard cocks slipping into her sperm-lined pussy and mouth.

  Someone else grabbed her by the wrist, wrapped her hand around another throbbing dick. She tried to turn her head to look, but the hunter fucking her face didn’t let her; holding her head with both his hands, ramming his cock down her throat. Veronica's hand pumping on the cock she held all the same, almost automatically, jerking off the hunter she see.

  A finger pushed its way into her asshole, then was joined by a second, two fingers stretching her open, moving deeper, thrusting to the knuckles. The hunter behind her continued sliding his hard cock in and out of her pussy, and the feeling of having both holes filled was almost overwhelming. She could feel the fingers and the cock both, filling her up.

  "Ohhh," she moaned as the Sylvan fucking her face pulled out. He jerked his cock quickly, his hand a blur. Seconds later he grunted, and his cock sprayed his cum across her face. The second hunter to take her pussy collapsed forward, forearms coming down on either side of her, bracing against the ground.

  He grunted, and she felt his dick jumping inside of her core, flooding her pussy with heat.

  "Turn her over," someone said, and then numerous hands took hold of her, spinning her onto her back, laying her across the stone again, one hunter supporting her shoulders and the other slipping in between her legs. She realized with a start, that the Sylvan who’d already orgasmed were falling on her again, cocks erect and ready to go again. How long can this go on? She wondered. Surely the wolfen had made his escape by now.

  She looked up at the man who held her legs as he got in position, moving his cock toward the opening of her pussy. His scarlet-skinned face was weathered by hours in the sun, his hair flowing down over his shoulders. Her thoughts fled as another wave of blissful sensation washed over her as he slipped his cock into her clearly dripping cunt.

  She’d already taken two loads between her legs, the thick cream spilling out over her thighs. Her pussy was a sloppy mess, but the hunter didn’t seem concerned. He pounded into her, his dick making a graphic schluck-schluck sound as he plunged into her cum-flooded cunt.

  The man holding her shoulders pushed against her. Veronica looked back and saw his long, curving cock waving over her face. Sticking out her tongue, she tickled the shaft down near the bottom, where it met his heavy balls, and tasted the salt of his sweat.

  It filled her with intense craving, and she dropped her head back, lips and tongue working over his leathery sack. A vivid, masculine flavor filled her mouth, and she sucked at his testicles greedily. Eventually her neck tired, and she let her head hang back, her throat stretching long.

  The hunter guided his erection into her open mouth, sinking it back toward her throat. Something about this position made it a little easier for her; she didn’t have to fight against gagging quite so much, even as he plunged in so deep that his balls smacked against her nose.

  More hands grabbed her tits, caressing her soft belly and sides. She brought both her hands up, and a pair of cocks filling them, throbbing and hot i
n her palms. She stroked them as best she could, though the sensations storming through her made it hard to concentrate. The hunter holding her shoulders gasped, his breath hitching, and his knees started quivering. For a moment his body went rigid, and then he pulled back just a little, spilling his seed into her mouth. She gulped it down as quick as she could, but it was such a copious load that it dribbled out between her lips and over her cheeks.

  There was a lull in the frenzied action and she slowly let her hips settle into a comfortable position. She was breathing heavy from exertion and satisfaction. The sperm drying on her skin cooled fast and now that she was no longer caught in a press of bodies, she felt the chill again.

  “Enough,” the one she called Snake said. “With the Mark of the Magi on her she had the power to take us all, as much as we would want. But we need to leave her in shape to serve as tribute to the Tower Lord.” He began buckling his armor on and gestured for the others to do the same. “Clean her, call the Hound Master back. We must hunt.”

  Veronica Doe was left, sticky with cum, in the afterglow of her orgasm, to wonder what was next instore for her.

  3.

  Thrown like property over the shoulder of the hound master, the trip went on in a harrowing, uncomfortable journey. The thing ran in great, loping strides, each foot fall a jerking jostle transmitted up through its big shoulder and absorbed by her body.

  Blinded by the hood over her head and helpless, she was left to savor the taste of Sylvan cock in her mouth, the feel of it in the bruised cavity of her vagina, and up her ass. She was sticky everywhere with their cum and under different circumstances it wouldn’t have been an entirely unpleasant experience, she realized.

  The one positive, the thing she held onto, was that her pendent had seemed beneath their notice. So focused were they on getting their balls off in her, the valuable necklace had completely escaped their notice. So in the win column, she had what the chaos beast had called a “key,” and she was on her way toward a place housing the very thing she needed to return to her Lord.