His teeth tore into her, feasting, biting her hair and tugging, his tongue licking and jabbing everywhere it could, always aiming for her opening. His member dragged over the stone as his knees spread and he ground his hips. Steam poured out of his nostrils, flavoring her flesh with the smell of his smoke.
Gushing essence met his mouth with each swipe, and he opened his mouth wide to clamp his teeth around her cunt without breaking skin. He bit just a little harder and shook his head. Her hands gripped him, and Calavia lifted her pelvis, as if she could not get enough. He could not get enough. Her taste was delectable.
When a bestial male goes too long without a rut, they fall to bloodlust, and he had killed more monsters in result than he would care to admit.
When he pushed his tongue and teeth around the area of her nub, Calavia arched up into his face. He pressed her back to the floor, and she squirmed as he deprived her of his mouth.
He couldn’t wait much longer, he probed her sex with his fingers and pushed two of them into her slightly. Calavia’s body jerked beneath his.
He chuckled into her nether hair. “Do you feel full now, hag?”
A moanedyesmet his ears.
He laughed louder, the sound foreign to him but filled with satisfaction regardless. Astegur pressed one hand, palm down, to the side of her waist and stroked her cunt with the other. It was his to do what he wanted to it, and he reveled in the soft heat that embraced his fingers.
Soon to comfort my prick.
* * *
Torture.
The word bloomed in her mind. Rough hands, powerful hands,inhumanhands, were petting her most sensitive, secretive place, coaxing her to relinquish the knots deep within.
Calavia dug her heels into the stone floor and cradled Astegur’s large forearm with her legs. Somewhere far off, the sky had darkened to night and the remaining light had nearly vanished around them. When she peered up at the minotaur, all she could see was a monstrous figure looming over her with horns that pierced the gloom. His head bowed low toward the crux of her parted thighs.
Astegur’s horns were big and thick, much like his member, and if their tips weren’t so pointed, she would imagine riding them to slay the desire deep in her belly.
His fingers slipped out of her.
“Don’t stop, please,” she whined, her hips searching for him, for something that could fill her again.
Another dark cackle was her only answer as he reared up over her, his shadow a blanket of darkness. Something big and blunt pushed against her where his fingers had just been. Excitement and fear constricted her throat, but she knew she would take the pain that came with mating, especially now that the idea of his seed taking root in her had solidified in her head.
Astegur pulled her nipple into his mouth, and she lost the thought.
He began licking and biting her breasts. She gasped through painful spikes of pleasure as his teeth nipped her skin, and she was suddenly thankful for the darkness.
Her hands loosened, and she tried to look at his face, but he continued to nuzzle her chest like a barghest pup all the while poking her core with his member.
“Astegur?” she began to question when a vibratory low roar came over him.
“Good female,” he mumbled, the low roar building. “Sweet flesh and all mine, here, all alone, waiting for a prick to fill her. I will take care of you.” He drew back and pushed her knees into her chest.
She lost hold of his horns. “You will take care of me?”
In answer, he spread her sex wide open with his fingers and shunted his hips into her. One brutal thrust broke her.
A scream exploded from her throat as Astegur’s full roar assailed her ears. A shock of pain shot from her sex all the way down to her toes. Calavia tensed as she held in a second scream. Sweat beaded her flesh and several more droplets landed on her from above. Lights burst behind her eyes, and for a moment, everything went dark.
Then his cock was gone and replaced with a slick, wet appendage. Uncertainty filled her. She struggled to get away, finding the loss of innocence more than she could bear, but he held her fast to the floor.
“Delicious female,” he cooed again, the sound coming from between her thighs, confusing her further as he kept her trapped.
She gasped. “It’s too much.”
“If only your blood was pure,” he groaned, lapping her sex.
You have no idea.
