A large set of paws stood directly in front of her as Celia looked for the source of the voice. Behind those two paws were another two. Celia lifted her eyes slowly as she sat upright. A large masculine face was staring at her from a thick mane of hair. Unlike everything else in this mysterious place, the creature was colored red with the exception of its face which maintained the normal coloration of a dark haired blue eyed man. A pair of very large bat like wings protruded from its back, these were black and looked somewhat leathery in the minimal sunlight that was now leaking through the hole in the roof.
Celia thought about screaming, she almost certainly would have had the beast not had a human head. Instead of screaming though, she squinted at him and cocked her head slightly to one side.
"You're a manticore..." She said, the creature raised a single eyebrow in acknowledgement of her statement of the obvious. "You have to be a dream though...I mean, I have to be dreaming..." She leaned forward, bringing her face within inches of his.
"You are not dreaming." The man flared his nostrils and as he did Celia caught a glance of a number of very sharp looking teeth.
"But...you're not real..." She regretted these words as soon as she spoke them. The creature leaned forward this time, pushing her back against the cold stone wall of the cave.
"I can assure you that I am very real, and you were sleeping on my bed, in my cave..." The man began to sound irate and Celia reasoned that whether this was a dream, a hallucination or anything else, that it would probably be best for her to appease the creature.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little confused. I don't know how I got here." The manticore backed away from her by a few steps and folded its wings back in to its slender muscular body.
"I can't help you there." Lowering his back end he sat in front of Celia, studying her as she studied him.
Each of the creatures large paws had a series of sharp claws that left nimble tracks in the dirt that had settled on one side of the cave. The large muscles of his forelimbs bulged as he sat before her and his neck became so thick towards the base that it seemed to blend seamlessly in to the red lions body. As she looked him over, Celia could not help but notice the large cock that hung between his hind legs. She felt something within her stir as she looked at it protruding from between his legs.
"Do you see something you like?" The manticore asked her tilting his head to one side and again raising a single eyebrow.
"I'm sorry!" Celia felt heat rising in her cheeks, "I couldn't help notice...I mean, I couldn't..." She trailed off and turned her head away, the burning heat continuing to sear her cheeks. The manticore stood again and walked over to Celia, rubbing the length of his body against her.
"Don't be sorry." He turned and rubbed the opposite side of his warm muscular body against her this time. "I'm game if you are. I don't get many visitors here." His voice dropped like molasses and despite the oddity of the request Celia found herself considering it. There was something so tempting, so alluring about this creature, it was as if he willed her to do it.
Without a word, Celia slid her hand underneath the smooth furry underbelly of the manticore, her hand reaching, seeking for his cock and when she found it she felt the creature lean in to her just a little bit more. The thick cock was warm in her hand and as she teased him with her fingers he began to grow. Celia squeezed the width of that shaft in her hand, teasing him and feeling her own body beginning to ache to be touched. She slid her fingers over his shaft, squeezing him gently, pulling his cock back and forth, rubbing him and making him harder. As she did, the manticore began to purr from deep within his barrel chest. He turned his face to her and took a deep breath in.
"It has been so long since I have felt a woman's touch." Celia slid down the wall, sliding underneath the creature and with one movement she slid it's now hard cock between her lips. He tasted salty and she wrapped her lips hard around his cock base, sliding the length of his shaft down her throat. His cock snaked down her throat and she could feel him leaning in to her with the deep purring within him getting louder. Reaching back, Celia cupped her hands around the large balls that hung between his legs, teasing them with her fingers as she sucked him slowly and deliberately. The manticore began to move his hips, fucking her mouth as she squeezed his balls and sucked his cock. It didn't take long though before the creature stiffened his body and as he did he pulled away to stop himself from cumming. Celia frowned.
"Did I do something wrong?" She sat up and leaned back against the wall.
"No...like I said, it has been a while for me." Celia smiled and reaching down she unbuttoned her jeans, kicked off her shoes and peeled off her jeans and panties. The manticore watched her as she revealed her smooth bare pussy, freshly shaved. "Mmmm you smell so sweet." He leaned over and slid his nose along the crack of her pussy lips smelling her and trailing her juice down the bridge of his nose. Celia watched him, her breath coming quickly in anticipation of his mouth against her opening.
The manticore let his tongue slide over her, starting at the opening of her pussy and stopping to tease her clitoris in a way that only a man knows how. Wrapping his tongue around her pink button he pressed his lips against her, sucking her softly before sliding his tongue back down and dipping it inside her once more.
"Mmmm" Celia couldn't help but thrust her pussy forward against his tongue as he slid it deep inside her, begging to taste her sweet pussy juice. Reaching her fingers down, Celia parted her pussy lips, allowing his tongue to slide deeper inside her. She let her fingers slide over her clitoris. The more she teased that sweet spot the wetter her pussy got until she was dripping all over the creatures face. The sound of him lapping at her got louder and only served to get her even more worked up. "Fuck me! I want you thick manticore cock deep in my pussy! Fuck me!" She was yelling now and the creature lapped harder, begging her to cum on his face before he granted her the privilege of his cock inside her pussy. His tongue slid one more time inside that sweet wet hole and as it did Celia's whole body began to tighten. Her toes curled and she cried out as her dripping pussy began to suck at his tongue. Her fingers stilled over her clitoris and the manticore smiled against her, sliding his tongue one last time over the length of her pussy.
"Mmmm I forgot how sweet a woman tastes," he said as he leaned up to kiss her mouth. Celia could taste her pussy on his lips and she could barely get her breath. "And now...now I will fill you with my thick cock."
Celia could still feel her tight pussy throbbing and she was sure that there was no way that the thick manticore cock was going to slide effortlessly inside her pussy. No matter how wet she was, she was tighter than ever. The manticore leaned in, pressing his mouth against her ear, running his tongue over her earlobe.
"I need you to get on all fours..." Celia did as she was instructed and as she leaned over her tits fell from her demi-bra and out of the wide neck of her t-shirt. They hung down pendulously as Celia kneeled on the rough dry grass with her ass in the air and her tight pussy still dripping. The large body of the manticore came closer, placing one clawed foot on either side of her, lifting his body slightly so that he could mount her from behind.
As he positioned his heavy body apogee her, Celia could already feel his bouncing cock slapping against her. The thought of pain as he slid in to her tight snatch fell from her mind as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her opening. She wanted him, no matter how much it might hurt, how badly it might stretch her tight snatch, she wanted him inside her. His mouth brushed against her ear.
"Are you ready?" He whispered, but before Celia had a chance to answer he was already sliding the tip of his cock inside her. The very tip of his tapered cock teased her, made her wet all over again and she tried to lean backwards into him, to forth the full length of his dick inside her. The body of this incredible creature was too sturdy though and he would not allow her the control. The muscles of his torso flexed, rippling underneath his skin and it was only when Celia stopped begging for more that he allowed himself to sli
"Ahhh, fuck that feels so good!" His pelvis thrust forward again, burying the length of his cock in deep. With his pelvis tight against her ass he motioned quickly, thrusting forward and back, his breath panting against her ear. She knew that it wouldn't be long as his pace quickened, her velvet pussy massaging his shaft.
"Mmmm your pussy feels so good!" He spoke in to her ear. Celia could feel her big tits bouncing back and forth as his speed quickened, thrusting deep and fast, begging her to make him cum and give him a sweet release. She could hear his flesh slapping against hers and the wet sucking of her pussy drawing his shaft deep inside her. The rhythm of his body slowed and his mouth opened, gasping loudly. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhh" she felt the pulsing of his cock inside her followed by the jets of warm cum bathing her. The jets kept coming, filling her until she could take no more and then as he continued to cum it leaked from her tight pussy and dropped noisily on to the floor.
When finally the manticore a cock stopped throbbing, Celia found herself kneeling in a puddle of sticky cum. The creature dismounted her and he smiled sheepishly.
"Some things are different with the body of a lion..." He looked at the cum that was still dripping from her pussy.
"Mmmm I love it." Celia reached her fingers between her legs, sliding them in the leaking cum and then bringing them to her lips. She watched him as she sucked each one clean and brought her fingers back down for more. His cum tasted sweet, sweeter than any man she had tasted before and she wanted more as she kept sucking her fingers clean. The manticore watched her, a glint of mischief in his eye as he planned a future for his new sex slave.
As Celia finished cleaning her pussy using her mouth to suck the cum from her fingers she looked to the creature.
"I could get used to that..."
"Well, there is plenty more where that came from." From where he sat opposite her, Celia could see that already his cock was throbbing for more. "Another perk of having a hybrid body." He smiled at her and as he stood his thick cock bounced, ready for more of her cum filled pussy. Celia wasn't sure that she could take much more but he wasted no time in mounting her from behind once more. This time his cock slid deep inside her effortlessly, his own cum lubricating him as he drove forward inside her. Celia had never had sex twice in a row like this and the incredible feeling of being lubricated by cum made her hornier than ever. This time the creature let her lean backward in to him and as they found their rhythm his balls slapped against her once more and thick globs of his cum fell from her well worked snatch. Celia reached down her fingers, rubbing her clitoris as she felt his monster cock swelling inside her, sliding deeper than any other man had ever been.
The slickness of his cum combined with the rhythm of her fingers against her clitoris meant that it wasn't long before Celia was ready to cum. Her toes curled and as they did the manticore picked up his pace. Thrusting quickly, deeper and deeper in to her cum filled pussy until she tightened around his cock. As she came, the tight sucking of her pussy against his cock began to milk him again too. Celia could feel him pumping her full of cum, she could hear it spilling out of her pussy on to the cave floor and she begged for the moment never to end. Never had her pussy felt so incredible and so used. The tight throbbing muscles inside her ached as she fell forward in exhaustion. The manticore's juicy spent cock, covered in his own cum, slid from inside her, his thick cock still spraying cum, leaving silvery strings all over her naked ass.
"Mmmm, a girl could get used to this!" She smiled sleepily as she tried to looked back to the manticore. He smiled back as he finished emptying his load all over her bare ass. As he stepped back he admired his newest conquest as she lay in a puddle of his cum as it slid off her perfectly round naked ass. Yes, he was pretty sure that he could get used to this too.
Celia could barely keep her eyes open as she lay on the warm dry grass watching the manticore as he watched her. She wondered just what would happen if she decided to stay here, in the realm of the manticore. Would life continue on without her? Would she be trapped forever in this one small cave, just her and the manticore? Would she become his sex slave, being used for nothing more than her delicious dripping pussy? Would she feast on nothing but his sticky warm cum? As she thought about this she wondered just how terrible that could be. She thought of the pure ecstasy as the manticore fucked her again and again until she spilled his cum on to the cave floor. As she thought of this, she wondered if anyone had ever really been fucked to death, but as she contemplated that thought she decided that there were, most definitely, worse thing is the world to die from.
The End
The Princess and the Warg
Princess Lucy walked once more through the great halls of her father’s, King David, castle. It was a monotonous life, every day the same as the previous; waking to be pampered by the castle servants, eating in her father’s halls with nobles and dignitaries from smaller kingdoms she had never heard of; nor did she ever wish to, her place being in her father’s house. Tonight was no different, another nameless count had come to try and win her away and marry her for her inheritance. It was not as if any of them tried to hide the fact that it was her inheritance they were after, for the most part they hardly even looked at her and when they did it was only to glance at her voluptuous bosom. Dressed in a long, pale blue formal corset which took full advantage of her large natural curves, Lucy strode confidently past the armoured guards into the feasting hall. A long narrow table sat in the middle of the hall, four wooden chairs placed in a small group near the centre of the table, two chairs on each side. To Lucy’s surprise, all the chairs were vacant, her father and today’s dignitary both not in the room. To her left Lucy spotted Russel, her father’s personal champion, waiting patiently by the corridor which led to King David’s private chambers. Tonight he wore a silver plated suit of armour, thoroughly polished and adorned with small jewels and gems of several colours, indicating to Lucy that there was someone important coming to supper; Russel did not get dressed in a ceremonious suit of armour unless he absolutely needed to. Instead of going to talk with her father’s guard, Lucy daintily walked to the table and sat down, not bothering to wait for someone to pull the chair out for her. As soon as her shapely behind hit the chair, her father raged into the room, face red with white knuckles swinging viciously by his side. Russel took step behind him, his face still impassive as ever.
“Those dunderheads, travelling past Herrick’s Forest! Didn’t they know those wolves were becoming more and more aggressive?” King David griped loudly, “Tell me Russel, did we not give explicit instructions not to take that road? Of course we did! But they’ve gone and done it anyway, and now they’re dead, food for the wolves.”
Russel stood silently as King David continued his ranting, waiting for his liege to calm down. The angry words slowed rather quickly as King David acknowledged Lucy’s presence, his craggy facial expression slowing morphing into one of embarrassment at his unsightly display in front of his daughter. It was now that Russel spoke, his words being soft, yet critical and worth the attention that David was giving.
“My lord, if I may offer you a solution?”
David nodded his head slightly, granting permission for Russel to continue.
“These wolves have been a problem for a few months now, and if you didn’t realise, I had already taken the liberty of organising a militia squad to counter attack these beasts. Now, I have been given reports from the local hunters who formed the militia squad, and it appears that these wolves are actually Wargs. Wargs, my Lord, are similar to wolves, only larger, much more powerful and have a greater intelligence-“
“And they can talk,” Lucy said, immediately wondering why she had chipped in to the conversation.
“And they can talk,” Russel repeated in agreement, his eyes flashing wide in surprises at Lucy’s knowledge for a second. Russel looked back at David to continue.
“My proposition is that you let me go and deal with these monsters before anyone else gets hurt. I’ve dealt with Wargs before; I know how to handle them.”
King David seemed happy enough with Russel’s words, his aging face relaxing and changing its attention to Lucy. “Well my little princess, it seems that you won’t be finding your future husband tonight. He, and his entourage, were savagely killed by these... Wargs as Russel calls them. But worry not, we’ll soon find someone who is fit for you.”
“No rush father, I would have a loving husband who desires me more than the land that you hold.”
“Lucy, we have been through this before. You must find a husband and that is all there is too it,” David said sternly.
Lucy dropped the subject immediately, not wishing to push her father into a bad mood. Instead she quietly stood and went to return to her chambers, leaving a short message for Russel to have someone send her supper later.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
In her bedroom, Lucy sat at her large desk with a large book open in the lamplight. Its title read: “Magical, Mystical and Wonderful Creatures” and Lucy traced her finger across the page, reading the information quicker than a scribe.
“...Wargs are not the beastly monsters which most people believe them to be. While they are certainly deadly, they embrace a higher intellect than most humans with the sophistication of a king’s court. In fact, these talking quadrupeds have developed their own hierarchy similar to most human societies, with a king, or lord and a queen, who is seen as the top breeding stock. Interestingly, for a smaller beast, these fine animals are extraordinarily well endowed, their phallus’ growing much larger than most human males...” Lucy stopped reading, her eyes drawn to the large sketched Warg on the adjoined page. It was a magnificent creature, its front legs solid and muscle bound, with a hard set face which could have been a statue. The hind legs stood tall, the tail keeping low and serious. Wargs were not fat, but lean, their bodies packed with non-attentive muscles which would put most of the local men to shame.
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