Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle

by Maria N. Lang

  “N-- No, I’ll... Never,” she said, finally. She breathed in, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked up at Tamara again.

  Their eyes met, and both of them knew that it was time for the ritual to properly start. Tamara leaned down over Kathryn’s form, her larger chest coming to rest just below the seamstress’ own. Their lips met in a first, trying kiss. The second followed after, far more hungry. Kathryn arched upwards, pressing her comparatively slender frame up against all of that fat dick, and up against her elven sire.

  Tamara pulled back from the kiss just slightly, her breathing elevated as she spoke. “By Solon’s will, I am yours...”

  “By Solon’s will, I am yours,” said Kathryn, picking up on the prayer, vow or whatever it was.

  “With blade,” said the elf, interrupting herself to lean press a demanding kiss onto Kathryn’s lips, one she had grown up wanting without even knowing it. “With blade and body, I am yours.”

  “With blade and body, I am yours,” repeated Kathryn, returning the kiss that had interrupted Tamara with equal passion.

  “From this day and through the ages,” said Tamara, finishing the long kiss to continue the oath.

  “From this day and through the ages,” said Kathryn, stopping herself from taking another kiss from the elf’s lips.

  “I am, eternally, yours,” finished Tamara.

  “I am, eternally, yours,” said Kathryn.

  It was done. Tamara moved her hands, up cupping the girl’s head, the other pressing under her, holding her back up against the larger, strong form above her. Still straddling Kathryn, the presence of the proof of the ritual’s success never strayed far from either of their minds, but before the night’s completion, they celebrated their heated union.

  Kathryn knew it was not logical but the emotions flowing through her did not need logic. While her princess had neither white horse nor shining armor, she was everything the little seamstress had ever wanted. The summer sky darkened further as they laid together on the primitive altar, slowly exploring each other’s bodies, sharing the kisses that both seemed to have been deprived of for far too long.

  Even that came to an end, though. Their explorations became more frantic, and both felt the warm, thick smoothness of Tamara’s precum plastering over their bellies. The need was mutual and before long, they separated, only for the elf to move further up the girl’s body, balls draped over her stomach, that massive, fat dick now weighing heavily between Kathryn’s breasts, reaching all the way past her collarbone and neck, the large crown of that immense shaft spreading its warmth as it rested between her eyes.

  She almost could not believe it. That her fantasies could be fulfilled, that it would be possible like this; that, perhaps, her needs might be fulfilled for the rest of her life. Eagerly, Kathryn’s tongue darted out, the wet, warm flesh slowly dragging across the fat cumvein presented to her. She creased her tongue around it for a moment, gradually beginning to readjust herself on the stone slab. She moved just a little bit up at a time, kissing her way as she went, until finally she was able to press her lips against the bottom of that smooth, huge cockhead.

  It was obvious that Tamara was as eager for this as her, the elf’s eyes slowly shutting, a burst of air exiting her nostrils every time Kathryn dragged her tongue over the sensitive crown. The seamstress-turned-wife did not even get ten of those sensual, languid licks in before her sire joined in the efforts, Tamara placing one hand on her pelvis just above the root of that huge shaft to press inwards while the other folded what it could around the shaft itself, beginning to stroke up and down.

  Tamara quickly gathered pace, her chin sinking lower and lower until it practically rested on her collarbone. Though Kathryn kept up her dutiful ministrations, dragging her tongue over the elf’s large, delicious cockhead, she still found time to place a few kisses on it as well. Perhaps it was the drink playing tricks with her again, but the elf’s skin seemed to taste sweet with a hint of bitterness nut. Like walnuts, she thought for a moment.

  Both of them knew where things were going, though. Tamara began to erratically thrust her pelvis backwards and forwards, holding it forward, her body tense, for long periods. The fingers on her lower stomach seemed to press further and further in, and it was not long until the elf’s gasps became more than heated.

  The deep-seated, primal need for release had gripped Tamara now. Without this addition, Kathryn realized, this might be the first orgasm in a very long time. She decided she knew exactly how she was going to welcome her sire into their new union.

  Just as the elf’s groans reached a crescendo, Kathryn’s lips sealed around the large slit in the elf’s crushingly thick cockhead and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her chest arched up against the wide shaft, and just as Tamara went silent, she felt the first thick load coursing upwards. A split-second later, her mouth was full, awash with sludgy, potent elfcum. There was magic involved, of course, and lust that had been hidden away for years, but she was still shocked.

  The sheer amount of creamy, sweet-flavored spunk in her mouth was almost enough to make it overflow and she did not have time to react before Tamara thrust her pelvis forward to accompany the second, huge load. Kathryn’s cheeks bulged, and the first few thick strands blasted from her straining lips, landing on her chin, neck and collarbone. Many simply clung to her as they connected her body to the grass below her.

  At the third blast, Tamara had regained some vocal ability, gasping for breath as she bent over. Thankfully, that pulled her massive shaft backwards enough that it slipped down to rest against Kathryn’s neck. She laid back, mouth open and overflowing with the sheer strength of Tamara’s lust for her.

  Kathryn felt another hard, copious rope of seed blast against her chin, followed by another, and another. She felt at least ten of those bountiful shots, with the huntress gasping over her by the time the final few, weaker strands splattered out. Even with her chin between her and the source, Kathryn still felt plastered by the stuff. It was warm, clingy and at least for now, she wore it like a badge of honor. The sign that she was Tamara’s.

  They did not sit together long. The elf raised herself and moved upwards, and Kathryn knew what was expected of her. She parted her lips, ready to embrace, and soon enough she felt the pliable but exceedingly heavy, elven balls come to rest on her lower face. She pulled in what she could, nibbling gently, licking and sucking a “thank you.”

  It felt natural to submit to this creature. Her wife and sire. Certainly, with her, she would have children that would be far better off than what she could have expected in the village. Not to mention that she found herself enjoying the sexual subservience in a way she had not previously thought she would. The secure weight nestled on top of her, the sheer size of the elf’s fantasy-fulfilling equipment and witnessing her survival skills over the last few days all melted together with the drink to make her into a pliable, servile mate.

  After its momentary pause, Kathryn could feel her work on Tamara’s balls pay off, feeling the elf’s shaft plumb and harden considerably once again. It weighed down against her forehead until it was back to the same monstrous, mouth-watering size as before, and she could feel the champion, her champion, growing restless. Still, there was a strange sort of safety in this position, stuck beneath Tamara, willingly servicing her.

  It had to end, though. Kathryn was not in control, after all, the ropes preventing her from doing much more than squirming, kissing and licking. Tamara raised herself up, those heavy balls glistening with the drool left behind by Kathryn’s efforts. The elf lifted one leg over the human girl’s body, straddling her no more.

  After running the back of her hand gently through Kathryn’s cum-stained hair, Tamara pried her fingers underneath the girl’s back, snaking her arms between skin and grass mat, until she was able to lift her mate and turn her over. Kathryn adjusted herself slowly to lie more comfortably, but she was soon unable to move much.

  Once again, Tamara straddled her. This time, though,
her legs were trapped against the grass and stone slab, not her body. Her fingers curled into light fists, her arms tensing and pressing against her back. She had realized that her sire truly was going to conquer -every- part of her. She felt scared beneath her burning lust, worried that the elf’s sheer size might not even fit between her thighs. And now, she felt the glistening, maddeningly hot slab of fat meat come to rest against her firm ass.

  “P-please,” she said, meekly stammering the word out. It was pointless, Tamara was not going to let her get away and she did not truly want to get away either. The elf placed a hand on top of that wide shaft and began pressing down gently. Kathryn felt the hefty dick begin to push down and against the back of her thighs, and most importantly, most worryingly, she felt her ass part widely and eventually just flatten under the girth of the elf’s physical lust for her.

  Kathryn’s nails began to push into her palms. She knew she could not stop this, she felt the comforting warmth of lust and herbal drink dulling her worry, but there was still something so unnatural about this that she could not shake the feeling. Something hammering into her ass was one thing, but what Tamara was packing was entirely another.

  The girl could feel a thin drop of precum hit her skin and smear as the elf ground the crown of her shaft up and down, hotdogging herself as best she could. Then the meticulous and slow onslaught stopped and the elf’s hands found Kathryn’s waist, pulling her up and holding her in a position that raised her ass off the altar. There was a little shuffling, and then a thick bundle of grass was eased under her.

  Never, at any point during this, did Tamara let her go without feeling the weight, warmth and size of that huge cock against her skin. Now that she was lifted and in position, it felt even more urgent, even more inescapable, and even more dangerously satisfying.

  Tamara placed one hand on Kathryn’s lower back, only bare over her rump. The other worked considerably harder, putting downward pressure on the huntress’ massive shaft to press it down and align it properly. There was a sort of peaceful moment and then the girl bucked, her eyes widening in sheer, maddening intensity.

  Kathryn had tried it before when she was drunk and half-numb. Her feelings, both physical and mental, had been dulled. What she felt now, though, as this dangerously captivating creature that was now her sire as she was her mate began to push forward was almost beyond her comprehension.

  It was more than strange, it was wrong. It was unnatural to have something try to push into and invade her firm little ass but the sheer size amplified the illicit thrill and desperate, hesitant but oh-so-sweet pleasure to entirely new proportions. She felt Tamara’s weight on her ass increase, the elf leaning forwards and down on her to hold her in place as the pressure on her ass increased. She was already concave, caved in, but it was simply not enough to accept the sheer girth demanding to take command of her body.

  If it had not been from the warmth and whatever effect that seemingly magical drink had had on her, Kathryn felt sure she would not just have been in agony, but would have been in a horrible state. Even though lust burned and prickled in her now, the passion was not so all-consuming that she did not realize what was happening.

  Squirming, letting out a pleasure-weak whimper, the girl only seemed to add to Tamara’s lust. Kathryn had never experienced malice from the elf, but it appeared that she had discovered a new, sadistic side of the majestic creature. The whimper seemed to take root and make the pressure intensify.

  The inhuman, unrelenting force continually compressing her rump was growing almost to the point where the tension was unbearable, even with the potion. But still, Tamara kept going, mercilessly, incessantly pushing. Kathryn turned her head slowly, and immediately her eyes were caught by the elf’s angled, lust-burning green pools.

  Perhaps that was the final, mental push needed. The huntress kept her subdued prey’s eyes locked, and finally, there was progress. The physical wrongness coalesced into a sound that Kathryn could not hold back, her eyes momentarily shuddering closed as a strained, shaky moan passed her lips. There was pain. Agonizing, intense pressure. Something unnatural. But there was also a sensation of giving in, of giving herself over.

  The sound accompanied Tamara’s first, slow invasion. She had already spread the girl’s cheeks to near-deformity around her shaft, but finally, something had given way. The seamstress tight, clenching cheeks had relented for a second and in that moment her refusing muscles had relaxed, expanded, and a few inches of toe-curling, crushing thickness had pressed in.

  Tamara’s fingers turned claw-like for a moment, holding Kathryn down by her back. She did not allow herself to stay still for long, though, capitalizing on the human girl’s momentary weakness by readjusting her hold, both of her hands now surrounding her mate’s waist, both holding her down and inexorably, remorselessly dragging her onto that immense, conquering cock-crown.

  If not for whatever alchemy, tribal god or magic that had infused her, Kathryn felt convinced she would be dying, right now. It was a pale realization next to the almost incomprehensible pressure she felt with that steely, monstrous cock wedging itself in agonizingly slowly. If her hands had been free, she would have clawed at the grass mat, even at the altar. She would have reached back, and she would have tried to hold Tamara off.

  Of course, there was nothing she could do. The huntress would not be stopped from dominating her prey and all the wriggling and squirming did was make the elf more firm, more physically demanding. There was nothing to do except try to stay conscious in the warm, overpowering sea of conflicting emotions coursing through her.

  There was admiration, even infatuation, for the elf. There was awe and safety, feeling protected and, even if she might still be seen as naturally inferior, accepted. Nothing could do anything to her as long as she was Tamara’s. Nothing, nobody. Except Tamara herself. But giving herself over to the champion-elf’s will and strength, however painful, was still fulfilling. It truly felt right and made her want to fight through the near-torment.

  Finally, with the elf’s knuckles almost white from pressure, the gradual advance culminated in Kathryn’s ass giving in and smoothly sliding the last small distance down to enclose Tamara’s warm, fat cockhead. The girl leaned her forehead down against the grass mat, gathering a few straws in her mouth to clamp her teeth around. She was so incredibly, enormously overstuffed, feeling like her ass now formed more of a frame around the elf’s battering, colossal cock than existed on its own.

  She could not help but tense as Tamara’s hands moved up her body’s sides, the caresses deceptively gentle compared to what was happening to ravaged rump. The huntress’ large hands found their new homes around Kathryn’s shoulders. Tamara did one testing, relatively gentle rocking motion forward, and it immediately made the conquered girl whimper through gritted teeth.

  “G-guh,” she stammered forth, not even aware of what she was trying to say. “Gh-nnnhh.”

  The elf’s hands around her shoulders tightened. Suddenly, Kathryn started to feel trapped. The huntress’ statuesque, powerful form held her in check from above and behind, her arms now beginning to crush her backwards, as her body now met the elf’s strong forward pressure.

  At first, it seemed as if there was very little progress. There were no thrusts, mercifully, almost as if Tamara was giving her a brief moment to try to get used to the impossibility of what was happening. Kathryn did try to relax, but she could not stop herself from letting a held-back yelp go when the elf moved just a millimeter forward.

  Then, just as she had calmed a little, the first heavy, punishing thrust hit her. The fat, mammoth shaft plowed forward, creating space inside her where none had been before. Tamara moved one hand up to cover her mate’s mouth, lowering herself further and further down, holding the girl securely in place to receive the brutal, skewering motions.

  Even with her voice muffled, Kathryn arched her back and, with eyes widening, let out surprised, over-stimulated gasps. The elf’s powerful, hard thrusts made her entire
body shake, but still she remained locked in her sire’s arms, forced to take and accept the staccato pumping.

  For every thrust-induced quake racing through her slender form, she felt the intensity of the pressure rise but the pain numb somehow. She could not contain Tamara’s mammoth cock and although she thought it impossible, she felt herself lift off the altar a little as her front began to bulge with the thick, wide outline of the elf’s shaft.

  The pistoning, ruthless thrusts continued, and Kathryn began to cry out with every one. She did not bite, or attempt to remove Tamara’s hand, but she could not stop herself any longer. For each fat, potent inch that sank into her, she hoarsely screamed into the silencing hand, tears having long since formed in her eyes now streaking down her dusty cheeks.

  “Almost,” said Tamara, her voice taxed and breathy from the exertion.

  Kathryn’s body simply was not used to this outlandish form of sex but the life-altering brew she had swallowed would soon see to changing that, given enough practice. Even as she yelped, feeling another thick inch sink in, she vaguely realized that it was becoming less taxing. Her mind was not just a soup of warm and urgent emotions anymore but she grew cogent enough to truly feel the strength poured into each thrust.

  She would have tried to turn and hug herself close to the elf if she could, at once wishing to be both close to her and to please, and that she would stop the crushing, brutal thrusts. It had to continue, though. Kathryn knew it. At least on this night.

  There was a brief pause in Tamara’s work, letting the seamstress collapse from her arch to wipe her forehead against the grass mat below her. Even with the growing bulge on her front, representing just how much she was prey and subject to this creature, she managed to relax. She even felt Tamara’s hands relax for a time, both of them taking a small break.