Page 9 of The Zagorath
He dropped her on the bed, his eyes glowing like embers as he watched her scoot nervously across the mattress.
“W… what now?” she whispered, though she had a feeling that she knew exactly what he wanted.
This feeling was confirmed by the predatory smile he fixed on her. His hand going to the belt holding the folded fabric in place around his hips, he undid and let the fabric fall to the floor as he tossed the belt into a nearby chair. His erection bobbed in the air unrestrained and unencumbered.
“Now? Now I fill you full with my prick and seed,” he growled as he prowled closer to the edge of the bed. “Is this what you want or not?”
The question caught her off guard. Was he really giving her a choice? And if so, then what was the alternative? Was she to say no and let him loose to rein terror on the campgrounds and all of the cities and towns within the vicinity?
She would rather be stuffed like a sausage if that meant delaying or perhaps even preventing that eventuality. And she had to admit that after getting an eyeful, she was intrigued on how it would feel stuffed deeply into her cunt, squelching and tugging as he struggled to thrust while her flesh was stretched so snugly around him.
Her breath left her in a long, quivering exhalation, and she nodded.
“Yes, give it to me.”
He bared his sharp teeth and long fangs at her, grinning in response. “Good,” he purred.
Lifting one hand, he pressed her back onto the bed, leaving her exposed when he shifted his attention down to parting her legs with his hands. His cock reared up between them, the tip wet and purple with his previous release and beading up anew as he ran a finger down her slit.
“So sweet,” he rasped and stuck his finger to suck the juices from it.
Nudging closer, he aligned his cock and stole her breath as he pressed deep, stretching her bit by bit, and filling her slowly.
She trembled with pleasure, her cunt clenching rapturously around the length of his invading sex. She whimpered, barely able to draw in a sufficient breath.
And she wanted more.
Chapter
Nine
Liv’s eyes rolled back at the sensation filling her, stretching her until he had sank all the way and a hard, textured mass of flesh just above his groin rubbed exquisitely against her clit. He held her in place beneath him, his large body covering hers, with only the tiniest movements of cock inside her setting off small spinning pools of pleasure twist and briefly expand through her before fading out. She shivered in reaction
It blurred lines between them, drawing them closer as if they were sharing the same body and same flesh. She panted and her arms circled around to take hold of him, her fingers sinking into the powerful muscles of his back. She told herself that it was merely to keep herself steady and secure in the midst of the storm of sensations rolling over her. But secretly, in her innermost thoughts that she would never admit to anyone, she liked touching him. It was like hugging a tiger, knowing that something deadly had come up to her and laid it’s head directly into her lap—so to speak. He was raw power made into flesh, and the small curved spiny, horn bones pushing out of his arms and back reminded her of that fact as her palms brushed over themand her fingertips dragged over some of the largest from root to tip.
He was so like a rose—absolutely covered in threatening thorns. They were inhumanely primal but no more so than the two pairs of massive horns crowning his head. One pair directly from his brow and the second pair a bit lower and further back just behind his temples, he looked like a woodland king or divine warrior of past ages as he leaned over her. Leaves that hand become untangled in his fair fell and scattered over her breasts as his hips rocked back, dragging his cock slowly from her channel. Every bump down the center of his shaft and pronounced edge of his cock’s head dragged against her most sensitive nerves, leaving her trembling as she gasped for air. He nearly pulled completely free, the tip just barely constrained with her grasping, tightening sheath, and then he rocked forward again, stealing her breath on a soft wail as he smoothly buried himself deep within her once again.
He held her gaze, his eyes glowing down at her as he worked his cock in and out of her in slow, intentional thrusts. The pace between each thrust was evenly measured, keeping her riding the edge as her need climbed restlessly through, plucking ever so sweetly on her nerve-endings. Her sex fluttered rapturously as he drove in again, this time lifting his hips ever so slightly so that he hit a spot deep within her that wasn’t merely just a pleasantly full sense of pressure but light her up, sending sparks of decadent pleasure exploding through her. She gasped and gripped him tighter, her fingernails digging into his muscular flesh until he grinned with pleasure, his gaze heating further with his lust.
He thrust again, quicker, a little harder and light exploded behind her eyes as her belly clenched as her cunt spasmed, drawing up a deep sensation unfurling up through her. Heat bloomed and expanded, and with it came a deep, relentlesshunger that had her lifting her hips and rocking with him to meet his every thrust. He growled and a quiver raced through him. It vibrated mercilessly and tantalizingly through her as she felt it beneath her palms and against her belly. He was ensnared, caught firmly and deeply within threads of desire, passion, and need that wove between and around them. They were both caught, unable to pull apart or release each other. They writhed and rocked, clinging to each other as his flesh speared her over and over again.
Liv cried out, shouting wordlessly, her body lighting up with the pleasure that consumed it, pleasure that was drawn from deep within her as if summoned by the monster. His hard muscles rolled and labored beneath her hands, his abdomen brushing against the softness of her belly. Not an inch of him was soft, nor did she glimpse a hint of tenderness in his gaze. It was all a primal need to consume and devour… to breed. She wasn’t surprised when his lips didn’t brush hers in a kiss, nor that he didn’t run his hands with gentle enticing touches. He was raw, primal as his cock plunged faster and harder within her, his hands clenching her ass, lifting her bottom so as to help her meet his thrusts at an angle that immensely satisfied both of them. Her every pant for air was met with a growl from him.
In a moment of sheer abandon, she shifted her left hand from his back to the arcing horn that framed the side of his head. She curled her fingers around the bone, anchoring herself to him more firmly with a better hold as her other hand slipped along his back with the same abandon that their slick bodies glided against each other, the furs of the bed tantalizing the both of them. Something wet dropped against her lips and she licked it, registering no reason for alarm until a honey-sweetness burst over her tongue. It was crazy but it almost felt like an offering—a sacred gift—a communion with the place… and with him.
She swallowed it reflexively at first and then intentionally. Her lips parted eagerly for another offering and wasn’t disappointed. She peered up at the carved-out ceiling above her head where several roots were visible entangled around gargoyle carved directly from the rock. The one crouched directly above her had its head angled down and from its stone mouth, drip-dropped an inexplicable sweetness against her lips and into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, greedily and it burned with ecstasy within her belly that rode increasingly higher as the monster’s cock plunged into her far quicker and far more hungrily than she’d ever imagined possible. Even her fantasies paled compared to the voracious hunger of the creature mounting her.
She opened her mouth greedily for it, consuming the ambrosial offering from her lips and allowed it to fall onto her tongue. It was gathering like a fire within her that grew brighter and hotter even long after the drop ceased falling. She licked the remnant from her lips as her hips rose to meet the creature’s thrust and the heat rose through her like thick, molten sugar, triggering a crescendo of climaxes as her cunt fluttered and gripped the cock penetrating her in unending kisses and grasps of need. And gods she could still taste that incredible, arousing sweetness, feeding her pleasure. It was like an aphrodisiac that lingered in her mouth and on her tongue, never dulling. Her mouth opening wide, she gasped, frantic for air as her whole body vibrated with a dozen different notes of pleasure. Far beyond them she could feel something else building, winding, knotting deep within her—growing. It was a feeling impending ecstasy that came close to terrifying her even as gripped in madness as she currently was.
But if she was mad, then so was he. His insanity swept over her, dragging her into madness with him as they plunged together into a freefall of lust. His hold on her never grewlax, and his hunger for her never dimmed. He rutted her with frenzy, his claws ripping into the bed, his teeth gnashing against nothing in the air as he snarled and howled his pleasure. There was a creaking sound that grew louder and louder, and the earth began to shake. The roots on the walls and ceiling began writhing and stirring, sending down streams of soil to the floor. It was as if the trees holding the dwelling together were moaning with them and encouraging them rapturously.
His head bent and suddenly turned toward hers and his tongue dived between her lips, licking against the inside of her mouth and tongue to share in the rich offering with her. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, tangling with her tongue rapturously as his hips snapped in a quicker tempo. His cock jerked and gave a tiny spurt of cum within her that had her arching up from the bed against him with a scream. He grabbed her and drove into her as she convulsed repeatedly with her orgasm before falling flat to the mattress against and shaking with the pleasure to continue breaking from within her like tiny fissures that went on and on, drawing more small spurts of his seed until she could barely breathe without moaning and his growl was an endless vibration echoing through her. In the midst of it all, something tickled her around and she glanced over breathlessly to stare at the flowering vines trailing up on their bed.
There were so many, their petals and leaves brushing the sides of her body as they skimmed over her and wound around her before moving up over his massive frame. They twisted together, the vines knotting amongst themselves, binding Liv closer with him, constraining their movements, binding them together even as their combined fluids drenched them, making them wet and slick. The male covering her released a deep, guttural moan and something slid up on her thigh, and then its match slid over her other thigh.
His tails.
She quivered with anticipation as they drifted over her, working their way in between them where they were joined at the flesh, his cock shuttling in and out of her cunt. They explored and caressed her intimate flesh. One glided against her clit, triggering an explosion that had her writhing in ecstasy as the second tail brushed her rear entrance. It caressed and pressed, sinking slowly and deeply, its passage lubricated through the copious spilling of their combined essences. His tail drove into her in counterpoint to the wild thrust of his cock, his other tail rubbing and tapping on her clit so that she shook with her impending climax. The male growled and purred simultaneously, his body shaking against hers as her ass and cunt began to pulse and clench rhythmically around him in the slow building of release.
