The thing kept sliding in, its thickness nearly breaking her.
Consumed by the sensation, Royla moaned again. “Oh,Gods, yes!” It felt so good inside her wet heat.
Her eyes popped open as the bulbous head of the thing came up against her end. In the periphery she saw the thing only as a dark shadow; a towering dark mountain of flesh, muscles rippling, nostrils flared, lips curled in a lusty snarl.
How can I be enjoying this?
She could not evade the pleasure coursing through her, just as she couldn’t evade the question. As the muscle pulled out and began stabbing into her pussy, her cheek scraping along the forest floor as he lunged, Royla was unable to keep her hips from rutting back, her body trying to swallow the thick organ to its deepest place.
She began to quiver. Her toes curled. A hot ball of ache formed between her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut tight. What was happening? What was happening to her body?
The growl that came next was louder and far more wild.
This only excited her more. Only caused the ball of ache to swell. Soon she was so full she thought she might burst. Surely her body would break from this?
Then it erupted. Hot and sticky and thick, it pulsed up her spine and drenched her mind, drowning her in ecstasy.
The thing grunted.
Royla felt the warm splatter of its release slathering her walls. The sensation was accompanied by another heady rush of lust and ecstasy. What was this feeling? It drowned her again. She seemed to leave herself, unable to perceive anything but her own pleasure.
She sailed over the crest of the exhilarating tightness gripping her body. Her hips bucked, her toes curling, fingers digging into the dirt, bracing herself against the thing rutting into her.
Only as the delirious pleasure began to ebb did her reason start to return. The thing, whatever it was, wasinsideher. Its softening member was still plying her softness, stretching her tight flower. A trickle of something ran out of her and dribbled down her leg.
Royla was suddenly overcome by shame andhumiliation. How could she have let this happen? How could the guardsmen not have heard, not sensed something was wrong?
The creature’s swaying slowed, then stopped. It pulled its muscle from her body, groaning as it did.
Royla didn’t dare look back. Her cheek was still pressed against the ground, her bottom and most intimate place exposed to its leering eyes. Another swell of humiliation coursed through her, making her cheeks go hot and red. She dared not move as fingers of fear worked their way up her spine.
The silence around her was deafening. Her ears began to ring. She wondered if the creature had retreated back into the forest. She closed her eyes and counted to one hundred. Nothing happened. There were no sounds behind her.
After what seemed like an hour, she found the courage to lift herself up. Pressing against the cold, damp earth, she raised her body, still not daring to look behind herself. She looked forward, toward the glen. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.
The guardsmen were nowhere to be seen. They were gone.
She froze at the sensation of strong fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. She was not alone.Itwas still there.
A moment later its hot breath was on her cheek.
Royla’s body began to shake with fear.
“You are mine, offering. You come with me.”
She opened her mouth to scream, to cry out for the guardsmen, tell them she was there. The only sound that came out was a breathless whimper.
* * *
The female barely weighed anything, slung over Thanred’s shoulder. He walked easily through the woods, enjoying the sensation of her bottom rubbing against hischeek ever so often. He tried to savor his recent release but found himself searching for the accompanying relief from the urge to copulate again.
Something was... different.
He’d sheathed himself inside a female and spilled his seed. Normally that would mean at least a day of peace from the gnawing need to breed again. This time something hadn’t worked the same.
A few moments after he’d removed himself from her tightness, he’d felt the feeling return. It was a hungry, greedy thing. It clouded his mind, invading every other thought he tried to have.
And now wasn’t the time to be distracted. He needed to find shelter. He needed to find food, if only for the human. They were delicate, brittle things.
