Monster Breeder

25. Dura (R-18)

“Hunting first, yea?” Dura says with a massive grin. She turns to look from a nodding Gabby to me as I give a bashful smile with evasive eyes. I do really want this, it’s just a little embarrassing, right? A Tamer surrendering herself to be ravished by a wild Amazonian Orcess…

I bite my lip and feel wetness between my thighs. I’m already naked from dismissing my armor, so Dura sees my nipples harden at her suggestion, and her tusky smile grows even wider.

The green-skinned warrior looks down at me as she steps into my personal bubble. I smell her Orcish musk. The height difference between us is intimidating. Not quite as significant as between me and Gabby, but close. I’m 5’6”, so the muscular seven-foot-tall woman before me is about two heads taller. While I kept in shape for my chosen profession, I’m by no means an athlete or trained warrior. I’m downright slender compared to Dura’s visible head-to-toe toned muscles.

When I don’t move, she puts her large hands on my shoulders, and I know I’m totally within her domain. I can’t don my armor without breaking contact, my spear is useless in a grapple, and my strength is pitiful compared to her sheer monster power. A shiver runs through me, and a bead of feminine drool drips down from my lower lips in a tiny rivulet. I gulp.

“I-I don’t suppose you’re much of a conversationalist?”

Dura bends to grab me by the seat and scoops me into her embrace. I sit on her forearms, level with her chestnut-brown eyes, and she leans in before I can say another word. The Orcess takes my mouth in hers, enveloping my lips with her tusked maw to kiss me with surprising dexterity. Her tusks are ivory pillars I’m chained between as her tongue probes my vulnerable flesh. Dura’s hot oral member gropes through the chamber between my cheeks, pushing and shoving around my smaller tool like she owns the place.

While she’s practically fucking my mouth with her tongue, Dura’s hand finds my ass. She rubs my cheeks, and then her hand grips my buttock hard enough to make me yelp into her mouth. The firm pressure is hot and heavy. My core burns hotter as I’m manhandled by this warrior woman.

Two carefully manicured, green-skinned fingers, their sisters all bearing claw-like nails, explore the crevice of my ass. I buck in her grip as her digits brush my tender rosebud. Then she’s touching the base of my sex, feeling her way over my honeypot, parting the folds of my labial lips, and tracing around my hard button.

I involuntarily find my lower half responding to her touch, my hips rotating in her grip as she circles my clit. Dura removes her fingers; my foolish flesh twitching as if in search after the momentary departure, only to jump in shock as those same digits return to plunder my honeypot.

“Mmph!” I groan into Dura’s mouth even as I suckle her invading tongue.

Dura’s fingers are thick as sausages, the double-insertion rivaling over half my practice dildos back home. I’m thoroughly fucked as they squirm in and out of my squelching juicy tunnel. I grind against her hand as Dura brings the pad of her thumb to bear against my button.

Her face pulls away from me, and I gasp for breath. Blazing fire kindles in my abdomen as I’m stroked from within. Dura lifts me higher to latch onto my breast. She sucks a nipple into her mouth and laps rings around the knob.

I finally have a measure of control again. With my Pacification milk, I could addle her wits and take the helm.

Dura meets my gaze, and her eyes are hungry, starving. She looks at me not as a feral wolf chasing a bunny, but worshipful as a primal huntress venerating her quarry. She devours my breast with the reverence of a devotee praying to a fertility idol.

I find I don’t want to spoil the scene. That’s what this is, a scene. It’s enough to know I could turn the tables; that submission is a role I’m performing for her sake. It’s the thrill of being fucked by a powerful monster that heightens the moment, but underneath that is the reassurance I’m safe with Gabby here. The danger is all an illusion for our mutual enjoyment.

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I throw my head back and bask in the attention as Dura fucks me like she’s found a new goddess.

“Yes!” I want this. I want to be worshipped. My gaze spots Gabby sitting in the grass nearby, masturbating as the little Goblin watches her broodmate finger-fuck her wife. “Yes… Gabby!”

I want to be seen, to be watched by people as they pleasure themselves!

Dura’s brow furrows in jealousy as I speak my wife’s name; her pinky finger delicately rubs my asshole’s rim, elevating my pleasure. I arch my spine and clutch at her dreadlocks. My breast expresses into the green woman’s mouth after a mental push to get them going, Pacification deactivated. It’s just tasty milk to whet my new lover’s appetite and reward her efforts.

The Orcess suckles eagerly at my chest as her fingers find my g-spot. The bonfire in my core erupts in flames that course through my veins. My hands desperately grasp at Dura’s hair while my legs clench on her fingers. I splay my toes and thrust my bosom into the green-skinned warrior’s face as I cum and moan.

A minute of spasming bliss passes, and I’m melting into Dura’s arms like putty. She pulls her digits from my love tunnel to lick my honey from their length while eying me with a smile. I know what’s coming as Dura grabs my legs and hoists them over her shoulders, flipping me upside-down while bringing my feminine flower to her chin.

The huntress refuses to give me more than a second’s reprieve before I’m impaled by that big Orcish tongue.

“Ahn!”

I jerk, twist, and quiver as Dura’s oral member stirs my insides. This time, Gabby approaches me now that I’m down on her level. My Goblin wife grabs my head to steady me and leans in for an upside-down kiss. Her mouth is small and nimble against mine, delivering sweet pecks before locking lips with me.

Meanwhile, Dura sees our activity and doubles her pace, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking my cunt. I buck and hump her face while I’m thoroughly kissed by a greedy Goblin.

“Mph!”

Then Gabby’s hands reach up to find my pendulous mammaries, gripping them tight in her pigmy palms. Smiling into the kiss, I bring my hands to bear and find my wife’s proportionally buxom breasts. I squish her soft handfuls between my fingers.

“Mmm,” Gabby groans into my mouth.

Dura’s head bobs on my crotch, pumping her thick tongue inches into my snatch with each thrust. My Goblin wife’s fingers switch from groping to pinching; liquid lightning pleasure shoots through my chest to ignite my core once again.

I copy Gabby’s change of pace, aggressively pinching her nipples, but the breathy moan I force from her lips is nothing compared to the mounting orgasm I’m experiencing. I cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs around Dura’s head tight enough to hold myself in place.

The Orcess takes the opportunity to free a hand and rub my clit while her tongue curls inside me to hit that damnable g-spot again.

“Mph!!!”

I hump Dura’s head while riding the waves of another climax spurred on by a teasing Goblin’s nipple-twisting fingers and mischievous mouth. Gabby leans back to watch my expression as I descend from the high, a limp fish caught by the ankle in Dura’s grip.

The green shortstack grins as she holds my face in her hands. “You’re cute when you’ve been fucked silly.”

I mumble something unintelligible, still too pleasure-addled to speak coherently.

“Dura do good?”

“Your performance was unimpeachable,” Gabby replies while adjusting her spectacles.

“Den Dura take rewar’.”

The Orcess grips both my ankles in one hand, grabs my middle with the other, and folds me into a jackknife. Then the warrior woman spreads her legs, rips away her loincloth, and squats in a wide horse stance. She smiles at me while bringing our crotches into alignment, and I look down to see her huge green clit. It’s no mini-dick or even a micropenis, but Dura’s nubbin is at least three times larger than the average woman’s. As our crotches press together, there’s no ignoring it.

Dura tribs me, grinding my core against her pussy, her massive clit parting my labia to rub against my own pearl. She’s holding my legs together and using me like a sex toy. I arch my back as the juices of our arousal comingle, our cunts schlicking together.

Then Gabby is above me, blocking the sun, and she straddles my head as she grabs my neck. My Goblin wife supports me while pressing my face between her legs, shoving my mouth against her cunt and my nose into her ass crack. The broodsisters face each other as they spitroast me between their pussies.

I’m exactly where I want to be, tongue dancing on Gabby’s lower lips, humping my ass and pussy against Dura. I suckle and nibble the Goblin’s labia, lick her button, gasping for air and getting fragrant whiffs of Gabby’s musk after a morning walking across the plains to work up a sweat.

Dura pounds my softness against her straining clit harder and faster, making lewd squelching noises while thrusting my face into Gabby’s sex. That green clit’s sliding path across my cunt and its dull thudding against mine stirs a boiling cauldron within me. Each pounding repetition stokes a puff of steam in my core that builds and builds to greater pressure.

I reach down with one hand to my pussy where I rub in time with Dura’s thrusts, so her clit hits the ‘V’ between my fingers at each apex. The other lifts to grope for Gabby’s breast to deliver a revengeful nipple tweak.

Gabby’s thighs tighten around my head as my tongue narrows its focus to circling her button with increasing speed. Dura bucks her hips and slams herself into me while her hands on my ankles and middle pound me yet harder and faster against her sex. The pressure within me bursts forth in a cunt-muffled scream of ecstasy.

“Mmmph!!!”

The vibrations must send my Goblin wife over the edge because she collapses to her knees, sitting on my face with my head cradled in her hands. Dura bellows her feminine battle cry as she cums with me.

“Ahn!!!”

The three of us fall to the ground, where we take a minute to catch our breaths and ride out the high of our climaxes.

“Did that… do the trick?” Gabby asks between heavy breaths.

“Dura… tink so… Feelin’ all tingly. Why Dura no evolve?”

“It’s not instant. At least, usually, to my knowledge. Your body should begin sending you signals about your caloric needs and where it’s safe to bed down.”

“Do we have time for that?” I ask.

“Dura saw tree man head west. Him grab all Gobbos, Hobs, n’ Orcs in way. Mov’n pretty fast.”

“That’s a ‘no,’” Gabby reasoned. “Hmm, I read in the Book of Monster’s appendixes about several documented cases of spontaneous evolution in battle. Something about the life-threatening situation spurs the transformation. It’s rare, and only works if you’ve already fulfilled the requirements.”

“That may be our only option,” I state.

“Den we leave right ’way!” Dura says as she stands, towering above us again.

“I think we still have time for you to fulfill your promise,” I challenge the green-skinned warrior woman.

“Dura honor’ble. Never break promise.”

I motion her down to my level with my eyes. “Then let’s have a go.”

“…Hmm, Dura no see cock,” the Orcess sounds a bit petulant, like she’s looking for an excuse.

“That can be arranged.”

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Turnabout is fair play!