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01-23-2010, 03:36 AM
ADMIN EDIT:- WRITTEN BY – PrevertedMe

Victoria stood trembling before the creature that called itself General Morant. She tried desperately to make sense of what had happened, of what this beast had told her.

After a long, hard week of work she had climbed into bed in her small townhouse and gone to sleep late Friday night. Sometime later, assumably only an hour or so after she'd fallen asleep, she'd been awakened by a weird, golden light and soft humming filling her bedroom. Moments after she'd batted her sleepy eyes at this oddity the golden glow suddenly exploded in a blast of brilliant red after which she'd found herself here. In this weird place and in front of the animal now towering over her.

The place itself, Morant told her, was the world of Ecklo, a world filled by magic and in the turmoil of war. She had been transported to one of the many dining rooms of King Jafftel by the royal wizard as a reward for the General himself . . . Itself. It seemed that the General had recently led the king's army to victory in a great battle during which Morant himself . . . itself . . . had personally killed the enemy's greatest and most revered warrior with his bare hands.

And looking at the creature Victoria held little doubt of its boast.

It was huge, standing well over seven feet tall, with a massive chest, arms that reminded her of cannons, and hands that resembled baseball gloves. Despite its height its legs seemed short, its waist seemingly set low on its body. But the lower limbs looked just as powerful as its arms. In addition to its non-human dimensions, the reason she kept referring to it as "it" in her mind, was that it was covered completely with fur. A collage of grays, light browns and deep, dark blacks covered its entire body.

Then there was its head and face, which were just as coated by the fur as the rest of him. Its features were sharp and well defined, starting with a solid chin which jutted out just slightly below a mouth that was something between a cat-like snout and a human mouth. The high, strong forehead and short, pointy ears, set toward the top sides of its head, were tinged and edged by the blackest of fur. At the center of all this sat a wide, firm nose with flaring nostrils. Then there was the eyes, wide, curved slits filled by extremely bright white surrounding round, shimmering gold pupils.

And they were staring at her intently, sliding slowly up and down over her body with a hunger in them that she knew well.

Along with the magical transportation to this off kilter world in which she found herself, the royal wizard had seen fit to change her clothing as well. Instead of her usual sleeping attire of a big, loose t-shirt and panties, which she'd gone to bed in, she was wearing a short peasant dress which reminded her of something from the middle ages, or at least the movie versions of such. The sleeves were poofy and short, barely reaching her biceps. The top of it dipped down and ran straight across her breasts, the white, tied shut material hugging the mounds and leaving the tops exposed. From there the material was a small checker pattern and clung into her waist before puffing outward in a skirt that barely reached her knees. Without actually reaching under the dress and feeling around she could also tell she was braless and her normal panties had been replaced by a pair that were much smaller, skimpier and tighter.

And on top of all of this her hair was not hanging loose and free as it had been when she'd climbed beneath her covers, but was now pulled back and held in a loose pony tail.

Together her and Morant stood inside a large, open room with massive rock walls decorated by numerous sconces holding flickering candles. The floor was also stone, but smoother and polished, with several large, decorative rugs scattered about. Near the center set a wooden table twenty feet long and six feet wide with several high backed, wide seated chairs around it. In the walls were bare open windows, high off the floor, and two large wooden doors through one of which she had watched the creature enter the room, his . . . its . . . size filling even that large of opening. In one wall, behind her at present, sat a huge fireplace filled by powerful flames, the fingers of it snapping and dancing. And a short distance to the right of this lay a pile of large, fur covered pillows looking both comfortable and inviting.

"I could have chosen several woman from your world as my reward," it told her, its voice deep, firm. "But I chose you. I chose you not only because of your beauty, but because of your strength."

"Yea, well, thanks," she replied, forcing herself to stand straight and rigid, looking up into its face. "But I don't think I'm interested. You just aren't my type, ya know."

Her response brought a heavy chuckle from the throat of the creature, its lips curled up in an amused grin.

"It is not for you to make that decision," it smirked. "You do not have a say in the matter."

With that it took a single step forward. His approach made Victoria shiver with fear and she found herself stepping back away from it.

"You are my reward and I mean to have it," Morant told her.

He stepped forward again. Victoria took another step backwards as well. The heat from the fire behind her increased, she felt it starting to sting.

"Come here wench!" Morant suddenly growled.

With lightning speed it reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward it and causing her to loose her balance for a moment. It drew her to it, pulling her to within a couple short feet of it. With fear filled eyes she looked up into its face, saw the hunger in its eyes growing, saw its thick tongue lick at its lips.

In her peripheral vision she saw its other arm move, saw that hand coming up and forward. A second later the meaty, fur covered appendage was cupping one of her breasts through the dress she wore, its powerful fingers gently squeezing her soft mound.

A shudder ran through Victoria's mind as this lone action confirmed the fears she'd been having but until now had not been confirmed. The creature meant to ravage her, meant to have its way with her body. That was its reward, just as she had feared, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. The thing was too large, too strong and powerful for her to stop it from doing whatever it might desire. She could only hope and pray that the beast would not literally devour her afterwards.

Standing there, her shaking legs holding her balance precariously, she felt the hand cupping and squeezing her breast, felt the force of its fingers being withheld as it gently massaged her hidden mound. The other hand, the one holding her arm, was also gripping her with restrained strength, making sure she didn't flee but not hurting her. Its eyes were glued on her chest, watching the manipulations of its hand and the ample cleavage being displayed by the dress.

"It has been so long," it moaned deep in its throat. "So very long."

Victoria wasn't really sure what it meant by that, but she believe she knew the feeling. It had been a long time for her too. Months since she had felt the love of a man, had tasted a cock or felt hard flesh penetrating her sex. So long in fact that even this thing's attentions were starting to effect her.

Under its touch she felt her nipples growing hard, felt her sex growing warm as her lustful embers were fanned within her loins. She stared up at its face, tried to make her own expression one of strength and determination, attempted to convey her displeasure with the situation to it by her glare. She watched as the anger in its eyes softened, the glimmer of lustful hunger growing there instead. It was entranced by her breasts and its pawing hand.

Its fingers squeezed and plied at her hidden flesh, pushing it in here and there, cupping and fondling it within the dress. It played with one breast for several minutes than switched to the other, caressing it for even longer.

"Oh yes," it sighed every few moments, staring fixated by her flowing flesh.

Under its attentions Victoria's nipples grew harder and firmer, blood flowing to the heated areolas and making them stick out, pushing into the dress material. Eventually they were pushing so firmly into the white cloth that the outline of them became obvious.

Hidden even deeper from view she felt her loins warming more and more as the creature continued to play with her breasts, happily sighing as the outline of her nipples appeared. She felt her embers starting to glow with the desire of her body and her juices begin to dampen her vagina. It was only a little at the moment, just slightly, but she knew herself well enough to understand that his continued attentions to her breasts were sure to make her wet eventually.

The thought of this bothered her. She struggled with the idea of herself being stimulated by this creature, the idea that she could be excited by its touch. Some things just weren't meant to happen and this was definitely one of them. But she also could not deny what was truly happening.

Morant covered one of her breast with its hand and flattened the hard nipple beneath it as it squeezed and massaged the entire mound at once. The feel of it sent a shock of electricity racing through her body.

"Mmm-hhmm," Victoria heard herself mew quietly in her throat.

Towering above her Morant smirked at the response. He applied slightly more pressure to her breast, his fingers gripping and squeezing the delicate mound as he rubbed at the protrusion her nipple made in the dress.

"Sooo long," it sighed.

Victoria stood teetering on her feet, her shaking legs growing weaker with each moment of the attentions it showed to her breasts. Her breathing started to grow heavy, air rasping past her lips as she started to pant lightly. Between her legs her loins grew warmer too, her own desire being fueled by the manipulations of her tits. She stared up at it, watching its face as its expression grew more and more pleased, its eyes glowed with more hunger. Gradually, without her realizing it, she began to see the animal as handsome, attractive. Its strong features and the short, soft fur giving it a little bit of a royal, debonair appearance, strong and confident.

Beneath the breast she felt a soft sharpness scratch at the flesh through the dress material, felt its nail scratch carefully along the shape of her mound. As another bolt of electricity raced through her body she closed her eyes, her lids dropping slowly as she sucked in air.

"Mmm-hhmm," she mewed again, her body shivering.

She didn't feel the hand release her arm, her mind too occupied by the other sensations running along her nerves. But she did feel the hand stop cupping her breasts, felt the fingers dip into the top of her dress. A loud ripping filled her ears. Her body was jerked forward, her precarious balance upon her shaky legs tested. The dress top was torn open, shredded down the center, throwing her breasts into view. Released from their confines the twin mounds rolled and jiggled. Cool air brushed her flesh.

"Oohh," she gasped with surprise.

The shock of it made her eyes pop open, dropping to look at herself and the torn dress. Atop her fleshy mounds her areolas stood out hard and swollen, shimmering pink in color.

Even as her eyes adjusted to the sight of it she saw both of Morant's hands come up from the torn edges of her dress, each of them cupping a breast. Its thumbs slid across her flesh, swiped over her swollen nipples, rubbing and bumping the hard nubs sticking out. The feel of it sent another shiver through her.

"Aahhh," she sighed reflexively.

She watched its fur covered thumbs slide back and forth a few times, watched them brush across her sensitized nipples. Each time they did another shiver would tingle its way along her nerves and she would mew quietly. At the sides of her breasts its nails stuck out from its fingertips, sharp, hard pieces of flesh lightly scratching at her skin. They delicately made small trails across her tits, digging gentle flesh trenches that filled themselves in behind the action.

This kindled the flames growing in her loins, stoked their heated passion. She felt herself growing damper.

Then something else caught her attention. Standing there, her chest instinctively pushed forward helping to press her tits into its hands and touch, her eyes staring at the sight of it, she saw something at its waist. Her eyes were drawn to it, her chin rising slightly so that they could peer past the open space between its arms and get a better look at it.

"Aaahhhhh," she whimpered as her mind registered what she was seeing.

Its cock was growing. Previously hidden within the fur of its crotch, the phallus was now showing itself. And it was huge. Huge and furless. It hung out from Morant's waist bare and light colored, jumping slightly and gradually growing as blood rushed to it, pumping through its veins. Victoria stared at it, watching it throb and grow with each manipulation of her breasts, with each brushing of her aching nipples.

"Mmm-hhmmm," she whimpered again as a warm glow flushed through her, sparks shooting through her loins.

"Rrrr," the low growl rumbled in Morant's throat.

Hearing this while staring at its growing cock, the hardening, furless appendage near to standing directly out from its body, while her breasts were being caressed, her nipples tantalized, made more electricity wash through her own loins. Victoria felt herself getting wetter, felt her juices flowing, her loins burning even hotter with the growing flames.

"Rrrrr," Morant growled again. "Rrrrrrr."

Its hands grew heavier on her breasts, the squeezing becoming hungrier, more needful. It pawed at the milky mounds, its fingers gripping and plying her flesh while its thumbs continued to brush and caress her swollen nipples, swiping the hard nubs back and forth, pressing them into her tits. Its nails continued to lightly scratch at her flesh as well, their light pressure running across her nerves to send tingling sensations through her body.

Victoria's legs began to shake, the heat in her loins sending short, electrical shocks throughout her nerves. Her breathing grew heavier, air gasping past her open lips.

At its crotch its cock now stood fully erect, hard and throbbing as it pointed out from its body. Victoria had never seen a cock so large, at least not in real life. It stroked out from Morant's crotch rigidly, the veins protruding as the blood rushed through them. The head of it shimmered with precum. Staring at it she started to worry, began to grow frightened in a different way than before. No longer was she as worried about the fact that this beast was going to ravage her but instead she was frightened by the fact that it would be ravaging her with that monster of a cock.

"Mmm-hhmmm," she whimpered with fear at the thought of it.

"Rrrrr," it growled again.

That was when it released her breasts. The sudden loss of attentions caused her a moment's worth of sadness. Its meaty hands came up to grab at her shoulders then quickly led her toward the large dining table and chairs. She was forced to follow the creature across the short distance on shaky legs, her knees threatening to give out. As they walked her breasts rolled, her sensitive nipples being further stimulated by the feel of cool air rushing across them. The top of the dress, torn as it was, flapped loosely with her movements, and her hair flowed behind her.

At the table Morant pulled one of the chairs out and sat down in it while making her stand in front of him. He leaned back against the chair's high back rest and gazed upon her standing there, her swollen nipples shimmering on the front of her precious tits, her eyes, slightly glazed behind heavy lids from the desire filling her body, staring at the rigid cock standing up from its crotch. She sucked in heavy breaths through her partially open lips, nearly panting as her mind raced with the thought of the sizable tool being stuffed inside her pussy.

"Rrrr," its voice rumbled low once more, then ordered. "Service me wench."

Victoria felt a shock of disbelief shoot across her mind at what she heard. She understood what he meant but didn't see how he could expect such a thing. Still, even as her mind told her this was impossible, screamed with the sheer insanity of it, the burning embers of her loins were fanned by a desire she knew all to well. She felt her knees quake a little more, felt warmth wash through her body as she stared at the large cock and imagined what it was going to feel like.

"Wh- What?" She managed to gasp after a moment.

"I said service me," Morant growled. "Service my cock with your mouth, you little wench. Pleasure me now."

The last words said were filled with desire fueled anger and his body tensed as if to lunge up from the seat at her. The thought of it hurting her frightened Victoria into action. She instinctively dropped to her knees between the creatures open legs, her hands already reaching out for the cock at its waist. She grabbed at the thing, wrapped her fingers around it with a gentle touch.

"Rrrrrr," it sighed.

Victoria found that she could not get the fingers of one hand completely around the shaft, that they fell short as she gripped the flesh pole. She ended up gripping it with both hands in kind of an overlapping fashion. Working the two together she started to stroke the rigid cock, pumping it up and down while squeezing it gently. Surprisingly she found that the feel of it seemed human, the texture of its skin quite familiar.

"Rrrrrr," Morant sighed again as she stroked his cock. "Service me wench. Use your mouth on my cock."

One of its big hands came up and laid on the back of her head. The sheer weight of the paw made her bend forward, made her lean in toward its crotch, and it removed the hand to lay its arm once more on the chair's armrest.

Closing her eyes Victoria tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked the bottom of the shaft she held. Her senses were shocked with the familiar taste of cock flesh. Still gripping the massive erection with both hands she began to lick up and down along the top half of the shaft, rolling her tongue over the fleshy pole and kissing it with her lips.

Kneeling between its legs she felt the soft fur brushing against her skin where it was exposed, felt the warmth of its body enveloping her. She leaned in a little closer and her breasts were pressed against the insides of its thighs, the small hairs tickling and caressing her flesh as she moved and shifted. Her swollen, hard nipples were also being touched, the fur of the animal tickling them as well, and the sensation of it sent small shock waves of desire running along her nerves.

Pumping and stroking the cock she held, she licked and kissed it for several minutes. She ran her tongue up one side than down the other, swirling and lapping at the cock flesh that was fueling the fires burning in her loins. As she rose up and swirled her tongue across the glistening head of the cock, the taste of precum assaulting her senses, she felt her pussy grow wet, her juices flow freer. Her own actions were causing her arousal to build.

"Mmmmmm," she mewed as she licked and kissed the cock, her hands stroking and squeezing at the rigid flesh.

Above her she felt Morant shift in the chair a little as he settled back against the high backrest. This action pushed his crotch closer to the chairs edge and his thighs harder into her rolling breasts. The fur swirled around her nipples, stroked them with a fine touch. A shiver ran down Victoria's spine as she mewed quietly, licking and lapping at the cock.

The beast was laid back into the chair, its arms resting on the side rails, its head back, eyes closed, lips curled in a pleased smile. It kept growling in its throat, happy "Rrrrr's" vibrating away.

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01-23-2010, 03:41 AM
Victoria raised herself up again so that she could reach the very tip of its shaft, swirling her tongue smoothly all around the bulberous head. This made her breast lay on top of its thighs, pushed her hard nipples into its fur. Her movements brushed them back and forth, stroking the softness against her delicate flesh and tickling the sensitive, swollen nubs.

Gradually one of its hands lifted from the armrest to lay on the back of her head, its fingers twirling into her hair. Fearing what the creature had in mind Victoria tried to pull away, tried to slip back enough to slide her tongue back down along the cock's length. But the hand held her head firmly in place and its hips began to lift up off the seat. This pushed the cock head at her mouth, pressed the very tip between her lips as she continued to lick at it, lapping the flow of precum from it.

Victoria doubted if she could accommodate any of the huge cock into her mouth, doubted if she could spread her jaw far enough to even take the massive head of it, but she was in no position to argue and she knew it. As its hand pressed down on her head its hips pushed up, forcing her to respond. With her mind screaming both doubts and fears at her she slowly parted her lips and jaw. The tip slid across her lips and pushed into her mouth followed by the very head of it. She stretched her jaw to allow the penetration, feeling the fleshy pole with its bulging veins slide past her lips and steadily fill her mouth. Instinctively she sucked on it, tightly wrapping her lips around the circumference.

Positioned as she was, raised up and bent forward with the first inches of the animal's huge cock stuffing her mouth, Victoria couldn't see anything other than its lower belly and upper crotch. Above her she heard its throat rumble with a long, delighted growl though and she knew it was enjoying the feel of her wet mouth embracing the head of its cock.

As Morant began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her mouth by only centimeters she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of it. She trembled with the sensation of the cock slipping along her lips, at the taste of its flesh and precum filling her senses. It pushed and pulled its hips at her, building up a slow, gentle rhythm, carefully fucking her mouth while pumping no more than a few centimeters back and forth. Victoria realized that it must be used to the limited accommodations of a human's mouth.

"Yeeesssssss, service me with your mouth, human wench," it hissed above her. "Suck on me while I fuck your mouth."

The words were unnecessary as she was diligently sucking hard upon the head of the cock that was stroking along her lips and filling her mouth. She swiped at it with her tongue as best she could but the sheer size of it made this difficult as just accommodating it took most of her concentration.

All the while, the actions of its hips made its thighs rise up and push into her breasts that were laying atop them. They pressed at her flesh, flattened her nipples and brushed at them more and more with the soft fur. The heat from its body washed over her own skin and Victoria found it all not only arousing but some how comforting.

Slowly its pace increased, the speed of its limited mouth fucking growing as its lust boiled hotter within its loins as well. The hand on her head grew tenser, the fingers gripping at her hair harder.

"Mmm-mmm, mmmmmmm," she whimpered with the building heat of her lust.

"Yeeesssssssss," it hissed again. "Suck it, my human wench. Suck it and swallow my seed."

Suddenly Victoria's mind exploded with its words. She hadn't thought about the actual climax until just then, had not even considered the idea of having this creature explode in her mouth. She became frightened again with the idea, the question of just what exactly its semen might be like.

But the thought barely had time to form before the animal suddenly froze, its hips in mid-stroke, its cock twitching. With her two hands still holding the rigid pole she felt the veins pump, felt the base jerk. Inside her mouth she felt it twitch and jump. Then it exploded. Warm semen blasted from the tip to spray inside her mouth, shooting down her throat.

Above her the animal leaned back further, a loud guttural roar ripping from its open mouth. It bellowed out, cried with pleasure as shot after shot of semen spurted and sprayed in her mouth.

Victoria gulped at the warm liquid, swallowing and sucking as hard and fast as she could, devouring every drop of it she could. She whimpered with the effort and the effect it had on her raging loins, the fuel it washed upon the burning flames of desire within her pussy.

When it had finished cumming, the last of its semen dripping from the head of its cock, the hand on her head fell away, the arm dropping back to rest, and the animal settled back into the seat. With a sore jaw she pulled her mouth from the cock and lowered herself back down into a more comfortable kneeling position. She remained there, holding its cock with her hands and gently tugging on it as a couple of drops of semen appeared at the head of it.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr," the beast sighed.

For a couple moments they remained like this, both of them resting. Victoria leaned against one of its legs, cuddling into the soft fur of it as she quietly whimpered. Between her legs her fires were raging, she felt wetness seeping from her pussy and soaking into the panties she wore. She still didn't know what was going on or what would be happening but now she was hoping that this thing would do something to get her off.

A moment later it raised its head from the chair back and smiled down at her. In its eyes she saw that a lust was still burning, a fact that was confirmed by the cock in her hands which had not even begun to soften.

"You did good, wench," it rumbled. "And now it is time for me to taste you."

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01-23-2010, 03:42 AM
Kneeling on the floor of the dining room, her two hands still wrapped around the beast's cock, Victoria felt the tremblings of desire coursing through her body. The rumbled words of General Morant only served to intensify those tremblings.

She had just spent the last several minutes having her stretched mouth being rhythmically, but carefully, fucked by its massive cock. Had swallowed its semen. Before that the beast had spent several more minutes paying erotic attentions to her breasts. Had massaged and squeezed her fleshy mounds, lightly scratched at her skin with its sharp claws, caressed her nipples until they were swollen and aching. These things alone had stirred her desires, lit the embers of lust within her loins and fanned the burning coals until they had turned into a flaming passion, a hungry, aching desire.

And now the creature had told her it was going to eat her pussy. It was going to put its thick tongue against her wetness and lap at her clit. The very thought of having her sex devoured threw even more fuel onto that desire, so much so that even the idea of it being the beast between her legs didn't hamper the effect.

Leaning there against its leg, her breast smashed against its muscles, its soft fur tickling her flesh, she raised her eyes to it. Morant was leaning slightly forward in the chair, its eyes staring down at her, its golden pupils shimmering with the pleasure she had just given it. As it leaned further forward a second later, bending at the waist, she watched its large hands reach down until they gripped her waist. She was lifted up, raised up off the floor as the creature stood. She could only whimper quietly as the movements caused her to loose her hold on its cock and she experienced a sense of loss as it slipped from her grasp.

With fluid movements Morant lifted her off the floor and laid her on the dining table, placing her feet on the edge. As it laid her down the flaps of the torn peasant dress fell to the sides so that her breasts were fully exposed, her hard nipples standing up, their light pink color contrasting against her flesh. Her hair, still tied back, flowed out to the side and splayed across the table.

The animal towered over her, its eyes devouring her breasts. She panted lightly as she stared back up at it, her desire causing her body to shiver slightly beneath its ogling.

One of its hands came up to cover one of her breasts, the palm flattening her hard nipple beneath it, the fingers squeezing at her pliant flesh. Shockwaves of lust rushed along her nerves and she sucked in a sharp breath.

She felt its other meaty hand reach beneath the dress, felt its furry fingers sliding up along the insides of her legs. The position it had put her in already had her legs partially spread and now she reflexively spread them more to allow it easier access. She felt the hand slide up along her skin, felt it reach her sex and cover the wetness that had seeped into her panties. Heat radiated from that hand through her undergarment and part of it bumped against her swollen clit.

"Uuhhhh," she sighed, her hips jerking from the contact.

Its fingers grabbed at the waist band of the panties, slipped under the elastic to brush against her flesh. Holding her breath Victoria stared up at its hungry expression as she used her feet to raise her ass off the table. With a pleased rumbling in its throat the beast jerked its arm back, ripping the panties down her legs and tearing the material. They worked together until the panties were pulled off and tossed aside.

Then it released the massaging hold on her tit to slide both its hands up under the dress and along the outside of her legs. Once more grabbing her by the waist, its fingers gripping her easily, it effortlessly lifted and maneuvered her so that her asscheeks lay at the table's very end, her legs bent, her feet propped up on the edge.

She was then fully exposed to the monstrous animal, the torn peasant dress piled at her waist little more than decoration. Surrounded and displayed by the torn white material her breasts swayed upon her chest, the swollen nipples aching declarations of the attentions they had received. Her legs bent and splayed open, with the checkered skirt a mass of material around her waist, showed her hungry sex glistening with the juices that had seeped from her, reddened labia puffing out, swollen clit poking from beneath its hood.

She lay there, her hair flowing within the constraints of the ribbon, her eyes partially hidden beneath heavy lids, her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow and heavy.

She felt the fires raging inside of her, felt her body aching with the desires that had been ignited. Excitedly she waited for Morant's next move, waited for it to put its face between her legs and lick at her hungry sex.

Anxiously she watched it slowly disappear from view, its massive bulk slowly descending as it knelt down. Victoria held her breath in anticipation, forced herself to remain still. Rolling her head to one side she closed her eyes as she felt its hands slowly slide down from her knees, the furry appendages tickling the insides of her thighs. A second later she felt hot breath brushing across her wettened pussy, felt it wash across her aching clit, felt the heat of Morant's face growing closer to her sex.

When she felt a tongue slither over her clit, felt it rub and bump her swollen nub, a mass of pleasurable shocks bolted through her body. Her hips drove themselves at that tongue, her ass jerking upon the table, her back arching slightly as her body reacted to the touch.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

Morant's tongue ran up and down along her slit, slithering and swiping at her puffy labia, licking her wetness, brushing past her opening. It washed across her swollen clit, bumping and pushing against the throbbing nub. With each caress of that rough appendage Victoria's desire grew. Deep inside her flaming loins she felt herself growing hungrier, felt an orgasm building, pushing itself toward the edge of explosion. She moaned and panted, her hips rolled upon the table as her feet pressed down on the edge and lifted herself to its tongue. The actions of her body made her tits sway and roll upon her chest, the cool air brushing across her swollen nipples, sending more erotic pleasure along her nerves.

"Ooohhhhhh," she whimpered. "Ooooohhhhhh Goooddddd."

Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hung open. Morant licked and lapped at her sex more.

"Ooohhhhhh Goooddddd. Ooooohhhhhh Goooddddd yeessssssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd, ooohhhhh Gooddd, ooohhhhh Gooddd."

Her hips rose higher, her feet pressing harder into the table's edge. Her head rolled back then to the side, her eyes squeezing shut tighter, her mouth hanging open further. Air gasped past her lips, her chest rose and fell as she panted faster and heavier. Her legs tried closing on the head between them but Morant's hands kept this from happening.

"Ooohh Gooddd yeeeeessssssss. Ooohhhh Gooddd yeessssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd, ooohhhhh Gooddd, ooohhhhh Gooddd."

Since soon after arriving in this world of oddity Victoria had known that the creature devouring her pussy had a thick tongue. She had seen it licking its lips while staring hungrily at her breasts. But now, laying upon the dining table, her legs spread open wide and her crotch being crammed at that lapping tongue, she discovered that it was also long.

The creature's hands were holding onto the insides of her thighs, its fingers splayed across her flesh and holding her legs apart. Its face was buried in the wetness of her sex, lapping at the juices leaking from her now throbbing pussy. As its tongue made another trip up from the bottom of her sex, the tip brushing at her opening, it drove forward. Suddenly Victoria's cunt was filled by a thick, rough appendage, the length of which was comparable to most human cocks she'd had inside of her. It swirled and rolled around inside of her like no cock ever could, brushing and licking along the crevices and walls of her inner sex.

The sensation caused her building orgasm to suddenly explode inside of her. The lustful waves of passion crashing through every nerve that she had, bringing with them a new burst of wetness that coursed through her sex and seeped past the filling tongue.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddddddddd!" She cried out.

Her back arched. Her hips bolted high into the air forcing Morant to raise up with her. Her curled fist beat on the table top.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddddddddd! Ooohh Goooooodddddddd yeeeeeeeesssssssssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhh Goooodddddd yeeeeessssss."

While the animal continued to delve its tongue into her sex wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washed through Victoria. She moaned and cried, whimpered as she panted and gasped for breath. Emotional tears of delight popped from beneath her tightly shut eyes. Her muscles clenched themselves, her fist bouncing off the table as she slammed them down again and again. Her flesh crawled with the twitching, shaking explosions coursing along her nerves.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooodddddddddddddddddd!" She cried again and again.

It seemed like an eternity when the orgasm finally began to fade, the waves of pleasure gradually ebbing away. As they did her body relaxed, her muscles unclenching, and she slowly dropped back down onto the table. Still gasping she sucked in breath after breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

As her ass once again laid onto the table Morant pulled his face away from between her legs. Victoria whimpered weakly as its tongue was pulled from her sex and the heat of its face was removed from her wet flesh.

She sensed it moving, sensed its body once again towering above her. Rolling her face toward it she forced her eyes to open slightly so that she could look up at it. Morant was now standing between her legs, a hungry expression on its face. Running her eyes down along its body, down past its massive, fur covered chest, to its waist, she felt a shiver of apprehension race through her. It was holding its stiff cock in one hand, obviously lining up the massive tool with her pussy. The thought of being invaded by that huge cock, having it pressed into her wet cunt and fucking her, caused both a sense of nervous fear and anxious desire to fill her.

She held her breath as she watched Morant lean forward, watched it bring that cock closer and closer to her body. When she felt the tip of it brush against her swollen, red lips, felt it slip past to press at her opening, a wave of lustful hunger shot through her. Instinctively she froze in place, held herself still as the cock was steadily pushed forward.

"Ooooohhhhhh," she whimpered quietly.

With slow deliberateness Morant pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock into her opening pussy, forcing her walls to spread themselves and allow the huge tool access. As centimeter after centimeter of the thick cock was steadily pushed into her, filling her wet sex, Victoria moaned with desire. She felt it penetrating her, felt the rigidity of it stuffing her aching cunt, the flesh of it slipping along her lips and pressing into her.

Upon the table she rolled her head, her mouth opening and closing a little as she panted with the thrilling desire of it. Soon she felt the fur of Morant's waist brushing against the insides of her thighs, felt his crotch pressing into hers. This, coupled by the complete filling of her pussy, told her that she had the animal's entire cock buried inside of her.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her hips starting to roll upon the table once again. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooodddddddddd."

Morant took a deep breath as he rubbed himself around inside of her a little. After a moment he started to withdraw himself, pulling back and removing a few inches of his cock from the grasp of her sex. As it began to press forward again he growled deep in his throat. The sound of it coupled with the sensation of this beast pushing his massive cock into her aching sex caused Victoria's orgasm to roll back onto existence.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out, driving her hips at the animal's waist.

The action caused her pussy to fully engulf the length of his cock, her muscles contracting around its girth and squeezing down of the fleshy pole. Rocketing explosions blasted along her body, her nerves rang out with desire and her muscles once again tensed as her fist beat upon the table.

So delicious was the sensations she was experiencing, so explosive was the orgasm that Victoria didn't even realize that she was now thinking of Morant as a "he" rather than an "it". Her mind no longer accepting that the extreme pleasure could be coming from anything that non-human.

Morant buried his cock deep inside of her, brushing himself into her for a moment before withdrawing a few inches then sliding forward once more. Victoria felt her labia being pulled then pushed by the cock stretching her open, felt the ridges of it slipping along her clenching walls. The feel of the massive cock stuffing her sex caused her orgasm to explode with renewed force. Her hips humped and jerked in the air as her back and ass rose off the table, her feet digging into the table's edge to ram herself at the cock that was starting to fuck her rhythmically.

Towering over her Morant watched her body jump and twitch through the orgasm, watched her breast bounce and roll upon her chest. Her head rolled to one side and her neck muscles strained as she moaned and panted through her open lips. Her eyes closed tightly shut, a few pleasure laden tears seeping past to run down her cheeks. The material of the peasant dress twisted and turned with her, bunching up here then there.

Victoria groaned as the orgasm that was blasting through her loins rolled with wave after wave of pleasure. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter as her juices flowed freely, her cunt muscles clamoring tightly around the shaft that was being slid back and forth at her humping hips.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddddddddd! Ooohh Goooooodddddddd yeeeeeeeesssssssssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhh Goooodddddd yeeeeessssss."

The orgasm reached its peak and hung there with her own body, hovering in mid-air inches off the table as her muscles clenched again and again, her flesh quivering with the electrical sensations coursing along her nerves.

Morant slid his cock back and forth, pulling inches of the massive shaft from her squeezing cunt then stuffing them back inside of her. With each thrust forward Victoria's orgasm teetered higher. Soon the beast was pounding himself into her, ramming his cock in and out of her worn pussy as his hips drove harder and faster. He rocked above her, his eyes devouring the sight of her ravaged body twisting in ecstatic delight.

Victoria felt her pussy muscles clenching at the cock as it fucked her, felt herself growing hungrier and hungrier even as the pistoning cock fed her orgasm. She panted and moaned, ground herself at it in the air and stuffed her sex down along the shaft as it was being driven forward. Large furry hands gripped her waist, held onto her as their two bodies rocked and humped at one another, fingers gripping tightly, claws scratching into her flesh.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddddddddd! Ooohh Goooooodddddddd yeeeeeeeesssssssssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhh Goooodddddd yeeeeessssss." She cried out as the orgasm reached yet another height.

She heard Morant growling above her, heard the rumblings within his throat. She felt his cock starting to jackhammer into her with less smoothness, the rocking turning jerky, disjointed. She sensed his cock growing harder as it was slammed in and out of her, as she slammed herself onto it. Her fist beat on the table as her orgasmic desires were fueled by the thought of that huge cock suddenly exploding inside of her, washing her inner walls with a hot load of semen.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeesssssssssss. Ooohh Goodddd yeeeeesssssss. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhhh Gooddd. Ooohhhh Goooodddddd yeeeeessssss."

The hands on her hips, the fingers around her waist, grew tighter. The pounding cock rammed and slammed into her with driving, building force until it suddenly froze. Morant stopped with his cock buried deep inside of her, his massive cock stuffing her cunt as it jerked and twitched. It exploded with blast after blast of hot cum, the liquid splashing across her insides and forcing her orgasm to still another height.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooodddddddddddddddddd!" Victoria cried out.

Her head rolled to the other side and her clenched fists pounded upon the table. Her muscles tensed, her back arching higher as she ground herself against the thing's crotch and tried to stuff even more of his cock inside of her. She cried and whimpered, moaned above the rumbling growls she heard vibrating in his throat.

And then it was over. Slowly the orgasm subsided as Morant's cock stopped spraying her with cum and simply laid inside of her, filling her. As her body began to relax and she dropped slowly back to the table she felt it being withdrawn, felt the natural movement of their bodies pulling inches of cock from her pussy's grasp.

When she was once again laying completely on the table, her feet still propped on the edge, her legs bent and spread but hanging open weakly, only the first inches of his cock remained encased within the folds of her sex. Panting heavily she opened her eyes to look up. Morant stood above her with a broad, pleased grin upon its face.

"I will have to request you again," he whispered. "but for now, sleep."

"Mmmmmmmm," Victoria mewed, not really sure what he meant but liking the sound of it.

Slowly she slipped off to sleep, her mind growing fuzzy and her eyes closing.

Then suddenly, with a start, she woke up. Dazed, confused, she batted her lids as she looked around her trying to determine what she was seeing. Even with her foggy mind she quickly realized that she was no longer in the king's dining room, that she was back in her own bedroom. Beneath her lay the soft comfort of her own bed.

Rolling over she flipped on the lamp even as she started to wonder if it had really happened or if General Morant had only been a dream. With the light illuminating things she was better able to see and what she saw caused her even more confusion. She was back in her t-shirt, but the loose and comfortable garment was torn down the front. Over at the edge of her bed lay her panties, slightly torn and darker in color at the crotch. Sliding her leg across the sheet she found a wet area, a spot where she had most definitely leaked pussy juices from her body.

Sitting there in her bed in the middle of the night Victoria was at a loss as to what to think. Had the dining room and General Morant's amazing tongue only been a dream, or had she really been transported to some odd world and ravaged by the beast. After several hours of contemplation the only certainty she could find was that she had experienced one hell of an orgasm. And if it was necessary for her to travel through some portal in order to have that same explosive experience again she wanted to know when the next bus for Ecklo was leaving.

The End

Brigit Astar
01-23-2010, 09:20 AM
You need to state the author's name on this story

ad12211
01-25-2010, 08:23 AM
Sorry for that next time i will remember it

frankjohnmoore
01-26-2010, 01:24 AM
thanks for finding and posting

Legend5511
01-07-2013, 07:22 PM
Thanks for finding this, it's great.

April
11-19-2013, 04:21 PM
Edited to add Author Details - please remember to post the Authors name with their stories.