“Yessss!” Urgo moaned as he fucked her face, his clawed hands gripping her rich red hair so tightly it hurt. “Yes! Oh. Oh. Mnnnnn!”
With a howl he came, his foul seed spurting into her mouth. Doria gagged as his oily cum threatened to drown her. She choked and tried to pull back, but Urgo held her to his cock, grinning cruelly down at her. Reluctantly, she swallowed his spurting seed as best she could, shuddering at the foul taste as it oozed down her throat.
“That good. Drink it all, slave. Good slut.” Urgo chuckled and released her. With a gasp she fell back, panting, her face red with the effort.
“Thank me, slut.”
Doria looked up at the shaggy horror and swallowed the last of his lingering seed. “Th-thank you, master. It was delicious.”
“Good. And now I-“
“So good,” Doria rushed on before he could do more. She pushed herself up against him, his cock nestling between her creamy tits. “Master has such a powerful cock. Not at all like Jax’s puny shaft. He could barely fit between my big breasts.”
Urgo hissed as she pressed her breasts around his cock, sliding them up and down his slick shaft, hardening him once more. She had to make him cum again. Had to drain him of his seed before he could stuff her hot pussy with his cock. “Ohhh so big,” she crooned, sliding her breasts down, her tongue licking at the wedged tip of his shaft before she rose again. “So big and powerful. Oh master has such a wonderful cock. So amazing. So good.”
Urgo preened, his glowing eyes lidded, his head falling back as she bobbed atop his shaft, her tits slickened with her spit and his seed. Faster. Faster! Before he realized what she was doing. “Ohhh masterrr. Do you want to cum? Do you want to paint this slave’s face with your seed? Oh please, master. Do it. Cum all over me. Please. Please cum all over my big tits. Master. Oh master this slave needs your seed. She’s begging you!”
Urgo panted, puffed, enthralled by the sight of this beautiful woman begging for his cum. Her tits enfolding his canine cock as she stroked him faster. Faster. With a howl of pleasure he came again, his seed spurting from between her tits, splashing atop her pale mounds and face.
Doria gasped, wincing at the stinging heat of his seed. “Ooooh master Urgo,” she moaned, her tongue flicking about her lips wantonly. She batted her lashes at the puffing male as she pulled back and turned about. She knew this was a risk, but she also knew she had to do this. Had to entice the creature before he considered how else he might take her. On her hands and knees she pushed up the heart-shape of her soft derriere, wiggling her plush cheeks eagerly. “Master. Please. Take my ass next. It has never been claimed. Take it as yours. Claim my only virgin hole as your own.”
Urgo was heaving with his repeated orgasm. He grasped his red cock, pumping it eagerly back to full length. For a moment Doria’s heart beat quickly with hope that she had taken him to his limit already. But to no avail, for his red cock swelled again, throbbing with the monster’s carnal hunger for her.
Yes,” Urgo growled, looming over her, his glowing eyes like baleful moons. “Yes! I take hole!”
“Hurry,” Doria gasped, mewling as his rough hands engulfed her bottom, wincing as his ragged claws scratched her pale flesh. “Hurry! Take me! Fuck me!”
“Yessss!” Urgo howled, and thrust!
Anticipation shuddered through her until the last moment when his cock pressed against her tight backdoor. Doria screamed with pleasure as his hot cock speared her barren ass. There was pain, yes, but more was a shuddering of delight. Of the knowledge she had succeeded. She had spared her womb this cruel monster’s seed. But only for the nonce. She had to do more yet. She had to make the creature succumb to her.
“Yessss!” she screamed, thrusting back, her plush bottom slapping against the monster’s hairy hips. “Yes! Oh master! Fuck me. Fuck your bitch! Claim her ass! Take herrrr!”
Urgo howled, a sound that made the other slaves in the cage cry out and shiver in their corner as they watched, horrified as Doria was claimed by the savage creature. He had no mercy. No tenderness. He slammed his cock into her ass with a savagery that matched his form. He rutted her like the beast he was, his claws scratching her hips where he held her, his shaggy form leaning over her like a wolf, his canine-cock slamming into her barren hole.
Doria cried out, shuddering beneath the monster’s rutting. But not from horror alone. For to her shame, she found some deep, primeval part of her relishing the humiliation of her being taken. Some sinful part of her thrilled in the savage thrusting of the monster, the feel of his fur brushing against her pale skin.
It was so wrong. So horribly wrong. But she couldn’t deny it. She could only wish it wasn’t Urgo. That it was Jax who took her so. Who claimed her like the beast and made her howl like woman primeval beneath the moon.
But if she wanted to experience such, she knew she had to do this. To milk the monster inside of her for every drop of his seed. Her shameful pleasure gave her the strength to thrust back, to tighten her rear about his plunging cock. To embrace the savage rutting and pleasure the monster who would claim her.
“Yes! Urgo! Mighty Urgo! Claim me! Fuck me! Mmmmnnn! Yes! Cum in me master! C-cum in your human slut! I beg you! Please! Cum in my ass! Yes! Yessss!”
“Raoooooo!” Urgo howled as he suddenly stiffened, his hot seed pumping into her ass.
Doria cried out as he came within her, but she didn’t let up. She kept pushing back against him, squeezing his cock, milking him of his foul seed. Urgo roared and continued pounding her ass, fucking her into the ground. Her breasts were mashed against the dirt, her ass quivering around his cock. She moaned as his knot swelled, plugging her ass, sealing his seed within her.
Urgo panted, resting his hips against her, pushing her beneath him in order to stay upright. Doria whimpered but stayed still, praying to the gods who did not save her to at least spare her being this horror’s bitch.
At last, Urgo’s knot shrank. With a grunt the beast pulled his shaft from her, his limp cock soaked in his cum. The beast grunted. “Clean.”
Her arms shaking with fatigue, Doria nodded and crawled to his feet. She took up his shaft and licked it, tasting his disgusting seed once more as she cleaned him, but to her relief, he did not stiffen again.
Urgo grunted and pushed her off. He rolled his shoulders with annoyance and went to the door of the cage. “Tomorrow, I buy,” he told her curtly. “Then, I breed. Make you mine.”
Doria couldn’t form an answer. Urgo snorted and left the cage, sauntering away. The orc guard glanced inside, then sealed the door shut with a clang. Only then did Doria allow herself to cry, curling up on the cold ground, befouled with the monster’s seed.
“Jax,” she whimpered softly. “Master…”
Claimed
“Wake up!”
Doria jolted awake as the orc guard struck the bars with a ringing clamour. “Up, slaves! Time for auction!”
Doria stared uncomprehending at the orc. Then his words filtered through and she jolted upright. “N-no!” she gasped. “But, I’m not…”
“Quiet!” the orc snapped, yanking open the door and pushing inside. He towered over her, a mass of muscle and savagery, his tusked mouth grinning. “You get auctioned. Get bought by master and fucked. Now, come! Time to-“
“Raaaaaaugh!”
The orc spun about. He yelped as a massive hand engulfed his throat, yanked him out of the cage and off his feet. The guard stared, thunderstruck into the dark eyes of Jax, his horned head towering over them all. The minotaur heaved, the ring in his nose jangling as hot air puffed from his flaring nostrils.
“She MINE!”
“Master!” Doria cried. She staggered to her feet and rushed from the cage, pressing herself against the minotaur’s leg. Tears cut rivulets down her cheeks as she buried her face against his fur, inhaling his thick, pungent musk. So familiar. So soothing. She sobbed happily as his large hand pressed against the back of her head soothingly.
Jax looked tenderly down at the
curvaceous brunette. He glanced furiously back at the purpling guard. “Mine!” the minotaur snarled again.
“Hrk,” the guard managed, his head weakly nodding.
With a low growl the minotaur released the orc, dropping him to the dust. The orc gasped, clutching his throat, frantically sucking in great gasps of air. Jax turned contemptuously on the orc and scooped Doria up, pressing her against his iron chest, his arms so tight it hurt. But she didn’t care. She clung to his scarred chest as if she’d never let him go.
“Mine,” the minotaur grunted, softly now. With her in his arms he started away.
As they passed the rocky grounds and surmounted the gully Doria saw a limp shape on the edge. Climbing over the rim she gasped at the corpses of two orcs, their bodies broken, blood dribbling onto the stones and among the weeds. As they passed Doria recognized a lolling face as that of the guard who brought her to the slave pens the night before.
Doria looked back up into Jax’s face, the minotaur’s expression set as he carried her away. Her chest ached at the minotaur’s presence, her heart throbbing after her ordeal during the night. She sighed, easing in his arms.
Much to her surprise, the minotaur didn’t set her down when he rejoined his war band. The other monsters milled about as Jax stepped among them. Horned head raised high, he walked like some primal god, and dutifully the rest of the monsters followed him and out of the camp, away into the heavy forests and their dark brush.
Doria remained as she was, held protectively in the minotaur’s arms for some time during the march. Jax’s stride lulled her to an exhausted sleep, broken with frequent starts into wakefulness. In such a state, the beginning of their journey felt like some strange dream to the former village girl. Now and then a shudder coursing through her at the memory of what had happened the night before. How close she had come to being claimed by Urgo and forever his mate. She still dreamed she could feel those burning eyes on her. Watching her intently.
She came to herself as the coolness of night brushed her bare skin. She shivered and opened her eyes, looking about. Jax was sitting on a stone, still holding her. The other monsters were setting up their camp. She noticed again the chain of women they had brought with them, already being released with cries of devotion into the grasp of their unholy lovers.
Strange to say, Doria felt nothing at this anymore. She was beyond the horror she had felt that first day when she’d been chained among them. Their masters were cruel, it was true. But this was the existence they had come to. It was their fate.
“Jax,” Doria said softly, touching his chin with a slender hand. “Jax, can you let me down? I… I’d like to bathe.”
The minotaur grunted his affirmative, but his hands lingered protectively on her as he set her down on the ground. He jerked his head and started off into the woods. Doria moved to follow, only to pause. A sensation of fear raced up her spine. Stopping dead, she slowly turned her head.
Urgo watched her. Lurking among the fires, the monster sat, arms on his knees, his burning eyes affixed to her curvy frame. Between his legs, Tina moaned and suckled at his cock, but the monster paid no heed to her. His golden eyes never wavered away from Doria, burning with that terrible light.
Doria turned from him and followed Jax. She felt strangely hollow. Empty. She realized with a terrible suddenness she had merely escaped the creature once. He was with them. And she had no doubt he would try again if he could.
The murmur of a stream greeted her as she stepped out of the brush. Jax knelt by the shore. He’d lit a fire and had scattered some pieces of metal work. He looked up as she arrived but she didn’t acknowledge his presence. Slowly she walked into the river, feeling the current tug playfully at her ankles, the wet stones slick beneath her feet as she wandered in. She slowly went to her knees, letting the pull of the stream take away the filth from her night with Urgo and her time in the slave pen. Like that night so long ago when she had bathed before Jax for the first time, she allowed herself to submit to the touch of the waters, letting it cleanse her of what she had been.
Ah. How easy it would be, she mused, to simply let the river take her away. To relax and slip down the stream to whatever fate lay at the end. Such a tempting thought. Her nipples stiffened in the cold and her skin tingled with sensitivity, the whispers of the water rushing past her. But then, that was how she had always been. A creature at the whim of the currents of her life. A slave to fate. She had remained in her village because she hadn’t an idea what else to do. She had been taken by Jax and that had been that. The orcish guards had grabbed her and threw her in that cage. Urgo had taken her. All of it had been seized from her hands. Her life, all of it, wasn’t hers.
So, perhaps it was time. Time to make a decision for herself. As the idea lingered in her thoughts, she felt her chest warm and her lips tug to a smile. Yes. It was time to make her own decision. Time to decide on her fate, and seal it. Once and for all.
She rose from the stream, dripping wet, and strode from the rushing waters and towards Jax. The minotaur sat up straighter, sensing something different about her. He watched her intently, his dark eyes filled with that animal curiosity that made her heart beat faster. Yes. Yes, this was him. This was her master.
Jax leaned back as she moved onto his lap, settling her plush bottom atop him, his cock engorging, pressing through his thin loincloth and up between the cheeks of her ass. “Master,” Doria breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck, lifting her head towards his face. “Master. Please. Fuck me.”
Jax grunted. “Cock against ass.”
“No,” she whispered, her voice husky, hotter than the flames that crackled behind her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips quivering an inch from his. “Fuck me. Take my pussy, master. Claim my womb as yours at last. I… I want to be yours, Jax. I need it. Please. Make me your slave. Claim me for all time. Fill me with your young and mark me with the curse. I want to be yours,” she breathed, rubbing his cock between the soft globes of her bum. “Make me yours.”
She kissed him then. Hot. Hungry. Needing to taste him. She moaned as his mouth opened, his tongue pushing into her mouth. His tongue was large and thick, filling her mouth. She moaned, sucking on it, teasing it as she had so often his virile shaft. She rubbed her soft teats against him. Thick, hard nipples teased against his iron chest. She moaned adoringly. Stretched herself up needily. Oh gods. She could feel the thud of his heartbeat, quickening as she pressed her plush curves against him. She wanted him. Gods she wanted him more than anything she had ever known.
“Master,” she moaned before kissing him again. She lifted her hips, his cock sliding along the crease of her curvy ass, slickening them with his thick pre. She was so hot. So horny. She was practically dripping as she maneuvered her flush cunt over the flaring tip of his cock. She closed her eyes, submitted herself to this fate.
And descended.
“Mnnnnn!” she moaned as her pussy parted about the pillar of his fuck-meat. She remembered when she’d first seen his cock. How impossible it had seemed. But he had prepared her, she realized. His fingers teasing her cunt on those long nights, stretching her for this inevitable moment. The moment she became his. Utterly. She cried out. Oh she was so tight! He stuffed her completely, her inner walls tight around his shaft, a sleeve of herself around his cock. She could feel every throb of his veins as he entered her. Deep. Deeper than she could have imagined she could go.
“Masterrrrrr!” she moaned.
“Hrrrr,” Jax grunted, his hands gripping her hips, gently easing her down. Down.
She settled at last, only halfway down his meaty cock. But it felt like his cock filled her to the brim. She shuddered, giving herself a moment to adjust to him.
“R-ready,” she breathed.
Jax nodded, lifted her up, and dropped her down.
The sensation of his cock impaling her speared her. She threw back her head, eyes wide, mouth gaping as she was again stuffed with his cock. “Ooooooh!” she moaned, trembling as
he again lifted her, dropped her. Faster. Slowly increasing his pace.
And she was loving it.
The pan was gone. Only the feeling of being so completely filled remained with her. So utterly fulfilled by this monster’s inhuman shaft. Her lashes fluttered. She keened as she lifted herself back up and brought herself down again. Again.
“Ah. Ah! Ahhhhnnnn!” she moaned as she began to bounce atop him, fucking herself on his impossibly massive cock. As he fucked her, his chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back. And oh how she loved him for it. She realized in the downward stroke of his cock that she did indeed love this brute. This monster who had burned away her old life, but brought her something more. Something greater. The slave bitch of this monster. This virile, wild male.
“M-master,” she gasped, stroking his cheek as she bounced atop his cock. “Th-thank you. Don’t h-hold back. Master. Breed me. Breed your human s-slut. She begs you for it. Please. Please.”
“Hrrrrr!” Jax groaned, the sound rising to a growl.
He suddenly moved. Doria gasped as she fell back onto the ground. Jax suddenly loomed over her, his eyes hot and wild. Breath steaming from his nose. Her heart beat faster at the sight of the minotaur in all his feral glory, thrilling within her at the sight of such primeval maleness.
Then he truly began to fuck her, and everything else was banished away.
“Ahhhhhh!” Doria screamed in ecstasy as his massive cock began to pound into her drooling pussy, every thrust reverberating through her as he fucked her like a beat in heat. Rutting her tight pussy with savage hunger. “Yessss! Yes master! Oh fuck. Fuck yessss! Fill me! Fuck me! B-breeeed meeeeee! Mnnn! Oh master. Master! I… I’m c-cuuuooooooh!”
She cried out as she came, spurting around his thick fuck-meat, grasping at the fur of his chest. He rode out her orgasm, bellowing with pleasure as he tamed her pale form, rutting her beneath him with the singular purpose of claiming her womb for his own. She felt his heart beat faster, the veins of his cock thumping within her tight folds. Oh gods. Oh gods it was coming. He was going to cum. He was going to breed her.
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