25. Dura (R-18)

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.

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.

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.”

*Selected Mole-man Cock!*

Turnabout is fair play!