by Dante King
“Benjamin,” she huskily moaned. “I’m feeling wet again.”
There was that total lack of inhibition again. This woman knew how to keep him on his toes.
The smoldering look in her eyes excited him. He pulled her close and kissed her neck, moving lower.
She squirmed in his arms and gasped with pleasure at his firm grasp.
He pushed her garment back toward her shoulders to reveal the sensuous slope of her neck toward her full round bosom. Her pale skin gleamed in the moonlight as her chest rose and fell.
With his hands, he cupped her soft breasts, still clad in the linen frock she wore.
Melody took his hands in hers and removed them for a moment. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her frock, lifting it slowly, teasingly.
Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she watched him watching her. As she lifted the edge of her frock higher and higher, he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her trimmed bush sat invitingly between her curvaceous thighs.
As Melody lifted the frock still higher, revealing her smooth flat stomach, her breasts rose with the dress. They bounced enticingly as they fell free of the garment. She wasn’t wearing any underwear up top either.
She lifted the frock over her head and tossed it into the corner of the room. She stood before him totally naked in the moonlight. She was the epitome of feminine beauty, unembarrassed but innocent.
She stepped forward and raised her slender fingers to the collar of his coarse linen tunic. He raised his arms, allowing her to pull the garment over his head and toss it likewise into the corner.
She pressed her body violently against his. The heat of her torso prickled on his skin, and her pelvis ground on his, making him throb. Melody reached down a hand and grabbed his package through the farmer’s trousers he still wore.
Her eyes widened. “It’s even bigger than I remember.”
Ben allowed her to pull the trousers down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
As they embraced, their pelvises touched once more. Her juices touched his member.
“Wow, you really are wet.”
“Come and taste for yourself.” Melody threw herself back on the bed, her legs spread wide.
Ben leaned over, his bulk blocking out the moonlight over Melody’s prone figure. She quivered underneath him with anticipation.
He started on her full round breasts, teasing the upright pink nipples with his tongue, one at a time. A palpable thrill of pleasure ran through her taut muscles when he kissed her stomach. Her tail flicked out from her side, brushing his ear as it tossed back and forth.
Working his way closer to her swollen sex, he massaged the soft flesh of her thighs. He could feel where her juices had run down the supple skin.
The short hairs that grew on her lower abdomen were the same silver as the hair on her ears. All the fur that remained for a catgirl, he assumed. The fur was soft and almost invisible, like a silken coat. The feel of it sent a tingle along his hands and reminded him that, while this woman might have looked mostly human, she was indeed something other.
Melody’s stomach rose and fell with her rapid breathing. As his lips touched the sensitive region around her pelvis, she twitched and let out a soft moan. He probed with his tongue, feeling where the lips of her vulva began.
Then his tongue found her clitoris. With a sharp hiss, Melody dug her fingers into his short hair and pressed his head into her crotch. Her thighs pressed against his cheeks, holding him in place.
Ben swirled his tongue around the sensitive region, savoring the flavor of her smooth skin. Melody’s moans increased in volume. He glanced up and saw her back arching, thrusting her erect nipples toward the ceiling.
He worked down a little lower and stimulated the opening of Melody’s pussy with his tongue. Her juices were sweet, and they poured out in surprising quantities, running down his chin.
His fingers massaged the region where Melody’s legs came together. With another hiss, Melody’s thighs squeezed his head urgently.
Ben laughed, raising his head slightly. “You’re going to crush me at this rate.”
Melody moaned. “Then you should stop … being so … damn good at this.”
Fortunately for her, he ignored that advice, and gently inserted a finger inside her as he resumed stimulating her clitoris with his tongue.
As her walls massaged his finger, he managed to insert a second, then a third, maintaining firm pressure. He rubbed back and forth. Melody’s moans grew louder, and her walls squeezed his fingers tight. Her juices gushed out, more than before.
With one final cry, Melody’s whole body tensed. Melody’s body relaxed, and he pulled his fingers out from her vagina.
She winced slightly as he did so and looked at him through half-closed eyes. “Now it’s your turn.”
She got to her knees and put a hand to Ben’s chest, pushing him onto the bed where she had been lying. He felt the patch of heat on the blanket where she had lain.
Melody knelt in front of him, between his thighs. She bent down over him, her full breasts drooping, silhouetted against the moonlight. Her hair, still tied up by the red ribbon she had found, flopped to one side and brushed his skin.
She kissed his hard pectoral muscles and swirled her tongue over his nipples. Her fingers stroked his sides, her nails occasionally scratching him as she gripped his flesh with a little too much passion.
Kissing her way down his stomach, she rubbed her lips against his defined abdomen. The skin of his thighs tingled as she rubbed her slender fingers up the inside.
She gently cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them. She leaned over and kissed the tip of his swiftly hardening cock. Her fingers caressed the shaft, making it throb.
Her tongue swiped away the drip of precum forming on the tip, then it swirled about the tip, making him almost gasp from the electrical sensation. She kissed the head, her full lips spread around its girth, then she took his cock in her mouth.
Her head bobbed slowly up and down, the movement growing deeper and more rapid, until the tip of his cock was tickling her tonsils. She went back and forth, deepthroating him.
The pressure inside Ben’s swollen member was mounting, and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. Every time she massaged and squeezed his balls with her other hand, it sent waves of pleasure through his lower body.
At length, Melody leaned back, releasing his cock from the intense massage she’d been giving it. His shaft was glistening with her saliva.
Melody sat back on her haunches, her large breasts sitting pert above her heaving stomach. She spread her legs apart and got up on her knees.
“I want you inside of me,” she panted. “I want your seed.”
“You’ll have to come and get it then,” he groaned. “I don’t think I can even stand after the way you blew me—that was unreal.”
Melody grinned. “I’m sure I can manage that.”
She straddled his stomach and perched just above his erect member. With one slender hand, she guided his shaft toward her pussy.
Ben gasped as she lowered herself down onto him, her tight pussy clenching his cock. “It’s tighter than I remember from last night.”
Melody smiled. “Wetter too, I’m sure.”
She began to rise and fall, causing his cock to thrust inside her. “I want another child from you, Benjamin. Another soldier for your empire.”
He’d yet to find out what having a child with Melody would entail. He glanced over at the egg in the corner of the room and wondered what sort of child was going to hatch from it.
“We’re going to be parents, Melody,” he stammered out as she rode me.
“I … can’t … wait!” she cried, in between thrusts.
The way the moonlight landed on the surface of the egg, it almost looked like there was a crack in the shell that hadn’t been there before. Ben put the thought aside and returned his attention to the beautiful catgirl having sex with him.
> Her breasts bounced up and down in time with the movements of her pelvis. Ben felt his cock being tightly squeezed by her.
He put his hands on Melody’s curvaceous hips and started thrusting, meeting her own downward motion in the middle. She began to groan loudly with every thrust, her volume rising steadily.
“We shouldn’t be so loud,” he said, feeling a bit of the instinctive embarrassment one feels in a college dormitory.
“Why … not?” Melody panted.
“What will the nymphs think about it?” he asked.
“I want them to hear me.” She grinned. “They are famous for their sexual prowess, they will not be shy.”
“It’s not a competition.” Ben laughed.
“Maybe … it is.” Melody went back to her voluble moaning.
Ben did his best to forget about any sort of competition and just enjoy the moment. And the moment was reaching its finale.
He was forced to cry out himself, as the climax hit him like a tidal wave. He arched his back. His balls clenched, and his hot seed began to pump into Melody’s womb.
Melody screamed with ecstasy, and her eyes rolled back. Her head tilted back toward the ceiling, and her mouth was wide open, her bright red lips parted.
Ben’s seed continued to pour into her, on and on, as though it would never stop. Warmth spread throughout his whole body.
Melody’s back went rigid, and she let out one final cry. Then she collapsed, leaning forward onto him until her whole body weight rested against him. She let out a muffled moan of exhaustion.
Ben caressed the back of her head, as they both recovered their breath together.
“I can feel your seed inside me,” Melody murmured.
“Will we have another child?” Ben asked.
“We shall have to wait and find out.” Melody rolled off him to the side of the bed and lay there panting, her legs spread.
Ben sat up. Melody’s pussy lips trembled, and some of the vast quantity of seed he’d given her oozed back out onto the bed.
She smiled up at him, glowing in a kind of slumbrous happiness.
As they both quietly recovered from their exertions, Ben’s mind went over the many things he had seen and done today. It had been without a doubt the best day of his life, but also the most terrifying, the most exhausting, and the most overwhelming—emotionally and physically.
One unresolved question kept coming back to him. Melody had said these ruins were an important source of power for him, and that they had to search here for the ancient relics. Did that have something to do with the stone he and Vinata had found outside the village, with its strange symbols?
It was a question he could ask Melody, now that they were laying together in a post-sex haze.
“We found a stone outside the village today,” he said.
Melody sat up, her elbows at her sides. Her breasts gleamed in the moonlight. She looked at him, inquiringly.
“There were symbols carved onto its surface, and I felt a strong energy pulling me toward it.”
Melody’s eyes widened. “Was it a large, flat stone?”
“Yes it was. It looked like it might be a platform for something, or maybe a door, concealing something underneath.” That was just a guess, but he couldn’t see any other reason for leaving a slab like that in the middle of the forest.
Melody pursed her lips. “Was one of the symbols a triangle?”
Ben thought back to the peculiar shape in the middle of the stone, that had looked so oddly familiar. He nodded.
“With an eye inside it?” the catgirl asked.
He nodded. “What does that mean?”
Melody put her hands to her face, looking frightened. “It means there is a dungeon beneath these ruins. Most likely, that is where we must search for the relics.”
“And what do you know about dungeons?” Ben recalled seeing dungeons in the vision he’d received from the ancient relic, but he hadn’t seen what purpose those dungeons might have. He knew the word dungeon could refer to a prison cell, or in fantasy contexts, to a realm filled with monsters and traps. If it was the latter, he didn’t know if he was ready for that kind of challenge.
“Dungeons are caverns and crypts beneath the earth,” Melody explained. “They are thought to be governed by sentient beings who lure strangers into their depths.”
“And what do they do to these people?” Ben asked.
“The folk who stumble into these dungeons must face all manner of monsters and traps that try to kill them. Most of the people who disappear inside are never heard of again.”
So it was the latter. “I’ll have to face all these monsters in order to recover the relics of my power then?”
Melody nodded. “I think so.”
“How do you know about the dungeons?” he asked.
“There are many legends of these dungeons in the south. We are warned about them from a young age.” She shivered, though the night was warm.
“Have you ever seen one?”
She shook her head. “Most of the remaining dungeons are here in the north.”
“And how do these dungeons lure people inside?” Ben asked, curious to know more about how they worked.
“They manipulate emotions. Sometimes they will manipulate fear, causing a passerby to take cover inside the dungeon in order to escape danger.”
“That’s so devious!” he exclaimed.
Melody frowned, and Ben remembered they were talking about luring innocent strangers to their deaths. He wiped the smile from his face.
Melody cleared her throat. “Yes, it is. Other times they will manipulate the greed or curiosity of a stranger in order to encourage them to search the dungeon for treasure, which they rarely find.”
“You know, Melody, this sounds a lot like my Drain spell.”
Melody nodded, slowly. “It does sound that way.”
“I’ll have to investigate that dungeon soon. I have so many questions that need to be answered.”
She put a hand on his arm. “I will go with you, I’m sure we can find the answers soon.”
Ben put his hand on hers and smiled. “I know it is not easy for you to face your fear like this.”
Melody smiled at him. “For you, I will happily do so.”
He kissed her cheek. “I’m grateful to have you as a guide and companion in this land.”
They went silent, gazing out the window at the few trees and huts within their view.
There was nothing now but the sound of their breathing in the night stillness. The moon had risen higher in the sky now, so that its light cast only a square shadow on the floor in front of the bed. The egg gleamed in the light.
Then Ben heard a sound like footsteps in the leaves. Was someone outside? A mountain ogre returning for vengeance? Or a horny nymph perving on their nighttime lovemaking?
The crackling grew louder, and Ben tensed, ready to run for the scimitar by the front door. Melody’s eyes widened, meeting mine.
There was a loud crack, and a clattering. It was right inside the room.
Ben glanced at the egg. A portion of the shell had popped off and fallen to the floor. The top of the egg was cracking and expanding. Something was hatching out of it.
Melody gasped. Ben glanced at her. She was scrabbling out of the bed, her nimble naked form sliding to the floor.
“Put some clothes on, Benjamin.” She dashed over to where they’d kicked their clothes aside earlier. “You can’t be welcoming our child to the world like that.” She pointed an accusing finger at him.
Ben glanced down to where she was pointing and laughed. His cock was still rock hard and fully erect. It was throbbing and ready to go.
That was definitely new. Was that some power of the Forgotten Ruler? He’d need to perform some experiments and test this new ability.
Ben caught his tunic and trousers as Melody tossed them to him. They both hastily pulled their clothes on and sat on the side of the bed, watching the egg.
He glanced at Melod
y, sitting to his left. “Your frock isn’t on properly.”
She looked down and flushed. One large breast was sticking out over the wide top of the dress. She quickly adjusted the garment, and they both watched impatiently.
“What kind of child will we have?” Ben asked.
Melody shrugged, not taking her eyes off the egg. “You think I have done this before?”
He had no idea what might be considered normal in this world, but apparently birthing these children with a reincarnated dark lord was considered strange here as well.
With a final crack, the top half of the eggshell was splintered and jettisoned onto the floor. A pair of furry paws clawed at the upper rim, scrabbling for grip.
The egg tipped over onto its side, and Ben and Melody got the first glimpse of their offspring, clambering out of its shell on unsteady paws. It was a kitten.
The little beast took its first steps out onto the wooden floor and stood looking up at us in the light coming in through the window. It had large, sharp teeth, pointed silvery ears, and white fur. Short purple stripes criss-crossed through its fur.
The kitten opened its jaws wide and yawned, displaying its fangs and the warm pink of the inside of its mouth while its long thin tail flicked back and forth.
The beast set its wide eyes on its mother and father and mewled.
Melody sighed. Her doe eyes were moist.
“It has your eyes.” Ben chuckled. The eyes were a deep purple with a thin black pupil running through each.
A broad smile almost split Ben’s face.
I’m a father now.
The kitten came up to him and rubbed its face against his leg. He picked it up and held it close.
“Our first child, Melody,” he murmured, pressing his face against the creature’s fur.
Melody pointed behind them. “And there is your second.”
Another large round egg sat on the bed behind him. “How do you do that, Melody? I didn’t see a thing.”
She smiled with satisfaction. “We women have our secrets. Now, let me hold our child.”
Ben held the kitten up to her. It stretched its paws out and mewed. As Melody took the creature, it lifted its head and began happily licking her face.
Melody beamed down at the kitten, motherly love radiating from her. “Your empire will grow mighty very soon, Benjamin.”