Showing posts with label Demihuman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Demihuman. Show all posts

Friday, July 15, 2022

House Boy Book Three, Chapter One (Incomplete)

Author's Notes: This is yet another incomplete piece, only the first chapter of what I was planning for Book Three of House Boy. Unfortunately, like so many of my ideas, it got stuck, and I never figured out how to continue, much less complete, the story before I "retired"* from writing smut. For as much as I liked the series and its cast, I found myself unable to move forward on it after Book Two, for the usual gaggle of excuses. Finding this chapter in my Unfinished folder, I figured I'd throw it up here for one last glimpse of the characters.

I had written this as of summer 2022, but neglected to post it at the time, obviously. I am backdating this entry to keep it within the timeline and to keep the retirement post pinned up top.

Thursday, February 24, 2022

Cold Mercy

A crimson trail followed in his wake, the fresh snowfall stained with his rapidly dwindling life. Pieces of armor fell away bit by bit as his pained staggering jostled the tattered parts loose. He didn’t notice. It didn’t matter. The wound was fatal. If the enemy had sent out any forces to finish off survivors, no amount of armor was going to save him. If he was lucky, he might land one more hit on an attacker before they finished him. The sword was broken, the jagged metal shard on the handle barely larger than a pocket knife, but maybe he could jab an arrogant soldier in the neck right before his own head was lopped off.
 
Assuming said attacker actually came up to strike, and didn’t just shoot him with an arrow. Assuming they even bothered sending their men, and didn’t let that wizard’s loathsome creatures go hunting for them. Could he do more than give a papercut to those winged demons? Would he even chip a scale on those spined leviathans? Would those shaggy behemoths even notice he was there before they stepped on him?
 
He let out a choked laugh, tasting blood on his tongue. What had even been the point? The world was different now. Humans had no place on a battlefield where the monsters of legend were unleashed with a wave of a sorcerer’s hand. A man with a sword and a bow was a gnat on the battlefield. As this fight had proven, even those with enchanted weapons and armor had little chance in direct combat with a dragon or a demon or the endless variations of chimera.
 
The alternative, if one really wished to stand a chance, was to let the Alchemeters work their magic directly on your body. But he had seen the results, and that was no way to live. Nor even, in his humble opinion, a proper way to die.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

The Lemurian

Note: Lesbian/Demihuman themes

ONE
Lana flinched awake as she heard an all-too-familiar humming sounding in her ears. No, not her ears, not really. It was a humming sound, a low buzzing, that she wasn’t physically hearing, but was instead how her brain interpreted the psychic signal of a hard penis nearby. Actually, make that three hard penises. Actually, make that three hard penises that were being stimulated towards orgasm.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Rescue (Unfinished)

Notes: Another piece that's been lying in my unfinished folder for a couple years. I'm not sure why it's so difficult to end some of these, other than I guess I just don't have enough material for a full story, but at the same time, it's too long to be trimmed into a JALS. Oh, well.

I've always found combining Demihumans with Sex Magic difficult. Probably because a Demihuman by themselves is already fantastic enough, adding Sex Magic is just sort of overkill. Same with Giantesses, which is why I've yet to do a real New Bestia or Amazonia story, despite both Queendoms being prominent sub-settings in my lore articles.

I guess in this case, the story also felt a little too pity-party in tone, and I've already seen and written enough "poor boy feels bad about being in a Sex Mage World" stories. Still, some folks might like what's here so far.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Magic Lina: A Little Bit Savage

And here we get into my first real Demihuman-focused story. Man, these Magic Lina tales are quite the sampler of things to come, huh? :P

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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Tyrga

ONE
Tyrga walked slowly through the book store, patiently waiting for his charge to finish her shopping. The young lady he was escorting was off in the comic book section, lost in her reading as she skimmed through various graphic novels to buy. Tyrga wasn’t much into comics himself, and so he stayed where he could keep an eye on her, but skimmed the shelves around him to see if there were any books of interest. He wasn’t much of a reader of normal books, either, frankly.
Still, as he searched, his gaze fell upon a small section containing Demihuman literature. Tyrga’s eyebrow’s raised at that. It was the only set of shelves to feature such books, and some of them were even written in High Zoan, the “common” Demihuman language. It was nice to see such things; Demihuman art was rarely promoted in stores.
Tyrga skimmed the titles on the shelves. Most were autobiographies, telling of Demihumans who had struggled through the harrowing conditions of the Forbidden Continent, before being rescued by humans, only to then live as servants to the humans. Tyrga had read enough of those growing up. While they could be inspiring, after a while, they all ended up following the same formula, and more than a few of them were overall depressing reads. Tyrga did notice a couple fantasy novels, but he wasn’t really interested in those things. He was about to give up and turn back to skimming other works, when one title caught his eye.
Demi-Love: A Guide to Cross-Species Relations. Tyrga’s eyebrows raised again. What was this now? He picked up the book. The title was in gold, curvy script, overlaying a cover which depicted an artfully shaded photograph of a nude couple. The woman was a human leaning back against her partner, with one arm raised to cup his cheek while she leaned back for a kiss, another extended back to grasp his buttocks. The man, however, was a Rouccuan, a catlike Demihuman just like Tyrga himself. The Rouccuan hugged the human from behind, pressing his front against her back. One arm was wrapped over her breasts, while the other slid down her belly, the hand covering her sex. His tail curled around her thighs, as he leaned his head over her shoulder to kiss her.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Sami


ONE
Sami tried to navigate out of the way of the oncoming cluster of students, but with the stack of books she had, she couldn’t maneuver quick enough without spilling them. The cluster of students didn’t seem to care about this, and the tall, strapping young man almost directly in front of her didn’t bother getting out of the way. He glanced at her and barely hid a sneer as he purposefully angled his elbow to hit Sami’s shoulder, causing her to jerk back. Her books tumbled to the ground and she tripped over one, landing with a grunt on her hands and knees.

Sami sighed as she heard the young man let out a short guffaw, and his two buddies snickered as well. Two of the three girls with them giggled along, while one frowned, but didn’t say anything in Sami’s defense. Of course, she wouldn’t. Sami was a Demihuman. In their eyes, the mere fact that Sami was on a college campus and wasn’t either pulling weeds or pushing a mop was an affront to their sensibilities. Even here in the supposedly “open minded” nation of Argonia, Sami was a sub-human as far as most people, and even the law itself, were concerned.

Sami started assembling her stack of books, her long reddish-blond hair and long rabbit-like ears falling over her shoulders, forming a curtain around her face. She didn’t need to see the other students, and faculty, watching her. It’s not like any of them were going to—

“You need some help?”

Sami almost jumped at the voice, and looked up to see a white-haired young man with icy blue eyes looking down at her. He gave her a soft smile, and crouched down, helping pick up her things. “Uh… thank you…” said Sami, cautiously. She stood, hefting her mostly-complete stack, and waited for the boy set his part of the stack on top of hers. When he just kept them tucked under his arm, she gave him a perplexed look. “Um…”

“Where are you headed? Can’t be too far, right? I’ll help you carry these,” he said.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Kat's Boytoy - Wild Lust


It’s me, Kat the Esper again, for another little tale of erotic adventure!

A year and a half had gone by since I had first seduced Ben into being my sex slave. Just a couple weeks ago, we had attended a sort of swingers party with a group of kinky mages and had decided that, kinky as we ourselves were, that sort of thing wasn’t really up our alley. The experience also left us both feeling a little sexed out, so we hadn’t fooled around or anything since then. I knew by this point, however, Ben must be getting antsy; one of my psychic tricks was to put a limiter in his mind that prevented him from masturbating or achieving orgasm without my permission, and two weeks was quite a while for the poor guy to endure.

Usually, we had our fun over at my place, but I decided today I would surprise him. About mid-afternoon, once my classes were over, I popped over to his place. I spread my psychic senses out to make sure he was actually there. If not, I’d make myself comfortable and wait, but if so, I considered tricking his senses into not being able to see me, and then play a prank or two on him whilst I was “invisible.” Childish? Sure. Fun? Heck, yeah!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Sheila

ONE
“There must be some mistake,” said Kevin told the representative standing before him. “I didn’t ask for this.” He cocked his thumb at the young demihuman woman who had been presented to him. The young woman bowed her head, looking even smaller as she stood in the large office.

“I assure you, sir, do not let her small stature mislead you,” said the other man, giving Kevin a warm smile. “She is quite strong and nimble. And her smaller size will make it easier to house her.”

“Easier to get underfoot, too.”

“She also won’t require as much food.”

Kevin eyed the young demihuman woman thoughtfully. She was a Rouccuan of the more feline persuasion, with a cat-like tail, ears, and eyes, and a jaguar-patterned coat of short, fine fur over her body. Kevin noted that her fangs and claws had been surgically removed. The Rouccuan kept her gaze lowered, but kept sneaking glances upwards at her prospective buyer.

“You’re sure she speaks Ashi?” said Kevin.

“Quiet well,” said the man. “See for yourself.”

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sex Mage World (of Warcraft): Kulu's Training

Disclaimer: World of Warcraft and all related concepts are property of Blizzard Entertainment.

Notes: This story is set in an alternate version of Azeroth (the primary setting of the MMORPG World of Warcraft). This story combines that setting with the premise of my own Sex Mage World stories, with Sex Magic suddenly appearing in human females, then spreading out to females of other sapient races (excluding undead, such as the Forsaken). As of this story, Sex Magic has not been around for very long, but has managed to spread to at least 90% of the civilized races of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.

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KULU'S TRAINING

The door to Kulu’s hut was shoved open without so much as a knock first. Zolfa came in, followed by two other male trolls, carrying a wriggling form between them. The armed troll motioned for his fellows to drop their catch onto the floor. The did so without much care, and Kulu saw that it was one of the human men. He was naked, and bound at the wrists and ankles, looking quite beat up and haggard.
Kulu jumped to her feet and practically snarled at them for the intrusion. “Hey, now! What dis be about?”

Zolfa waved the other two trolls off and they left with only a few quick, uneasy glances to Kulu. Zolfa went up to the human, who was struggling to get to his feet, and kicked him in the side, causing him to roll closer to Kulu. “Here,” Zolfa said. “De chief don’t much care for your brand of voodoo, but he be a tinkin’ der might be a use for it. He want ya to train ya new powers on dis one here.”

Kulu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? De chief say dat?”

Zolfa nodded. “Ya know how dese humans and dere ilk are. Easy to make ‘em tink with de wrong head. De chief be tinkin’ ya voodoo could be used to turn dat against ‘em.”

“He really tink so?” said Kulu, her face brightening. “Please tank da chief for this opportunity.”
Zolfa nodded. “Will do. Just don’t be disappointing’ him, he be expectin’ results soon.”

“Certainly,” said Kulu. “Uh, just one ting. Where do ya expect me to be keepin’ him?” She motioned to the human, who had decided playing dead was the better part of valor at the moment.
Zolfa shrugged. “Ya keep ‘im here. Consider it a practice of your abilities to keep ‘im reigned in. In exchange, you can keep ‘im as a slave, least for a while.”

“Well, tank you,” said Kulu. She looked Zolfa over and smiled, a slight blush coming to her cheek. Boldly, she said, “Though ya know, I’d have a lot more fun practicing dem on you.”

Zolfa scowled and gave her a dark look. “And where be dat talk comin’ from? Ya always were a deviant, woman, and dis power makin’ ya more so. Ya not be havin’ dis power to distract yer kin from their hard work.”

Kulu bowed in respect. “I apologize, mon. Was only a jest.”

Zolfa’s gaze remained hard for a moment, but Kulu could sense the spark of interest rise in Zolfa’s mind for a moment. He was the head of the village guard and had many responsibilities, but even he had temptations. For a brief moment, the thought of having some intimate time with Kulu threatened to overtake his better judgment. But, ever the dutiful one, Zolfa tamped it down. Kulu knew she could have very easily made that decision go the other way, but she did not wish to stir up trouble with her own kin.

“Ja,” he said finally, waving her off. He gave the human nudge with his foot. “Don’t be tryin’ to cause trouble now, or we run ya through and put ya head on a pike.” The human just grunted. Zolfa sneered and turned away, leaving the hut as abruptly as he’d entered.

For a few moments, Kulu stared uncertainly at the human, not sure where to start with him. Truth be told, he looked too beat up to really be in the mood for any of her magic, and being put on the spot out of the blue didn’t help in her case. Finally, she went over and shut the hut’s door, securing the latch. Then she went over to the human, who eyed her warily.

She kneeled next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, mon, think you can stand up?” The human slowly nodded. Kulu rolled him over, hooked her arms under his back and legs, and lifted him up, then turned him to set him on his feet. The human’s eyes widened at her strength, and wobbled a bit as he tried to maintain his balance, despite his tied ankles. Kulu steadied him, then pulled up a chair, and pushed him onto it. His hands were bound behind him, and she made sure the back of the chair slid between his arms and his back. She grabbed a sash from her small trunk of clothes, and used it to tie the man’s wrist bindings to his ankle bindings, ensuring he couldn’t leave the chair.

“Okay, den,” she said. Pulling up a chair, she sat on it and tapped her chin as she looked him over. The human just gave her a rueful look back as she inspected him. He was of slightly larger than average build, with well defined musculature, not bulky, however, indicating he was a fighter more skilled in agility rather than strength. His skin was well tanned, and his hair was a silvery grey, despite the fact that he appeared to be a young man, perhaps only in his early twenties. Feh. She’d seen uglier looking humans before, but the fact that he was human was enough of a turn off.

Still, it was not like any of the men in her village were willing to help her test her abilities. She and the other women had certainly learned the error of trying, the hard way. Absent mindedly, she brushed her left cheek, where Zolfa himself had clubbed her across the face that one time she’d— Kulu shook her head, refocusing on her present guest instead of more unattainable persons.

“Well den,” said Kulu. “Ya got a name, boy?”

The human grunted. “The name’s Thane,” he said. “And who are you calling a boy? I’m twenty-four! And I’m obviously older than you!”

Kulu chuckled. She was rather small of stature for a troll woman, and had always looked rather young for her age, due in part to some clever use of magic herbs to keep her body in top shape, despite the number of injuries she sustained in combat training and hunting. “I be just a bit older den dat,” she said. 

“Besides, ya be only a human, and me prisoner at that. To me, ya be a boy.”

Thane scowled. Kulu sat there and watched him, saying nothing as she looked him over. Extending her senses, she could not detect a hint of arousal or even sexual thoughts from him. No doubt he was far too concerned with getting out of here alive and preoccupied by the pain of his bruises. Thane just stared back, and the two waited one another out. After a while, it was clear Thane was in no immediate danger, and the pain in his bruises had faded to more of a dull throb. He found himself becoming self-conscious of his nudity as Kulu looked him over, as if examining his body. Kulu glanced at his face, noting his scowl, then made a point to stare at his crotch. Thane squirmed a little more, and then, there it was, a tiny little spark of sexual thought in the back of his psyche. He was getting slightly embarrassed being naked and bound, even in front of a troll.

Kulu stood and slipped off her simple top and skirt, leaving herself dressed only in a pair of panties. She stood before him, making sure he got a good view of her breasts and legs. Thane grimaced and looked away. “I’m not into trolls,” he said.

“And I not be into humans, but we take what we can get, ya?” She started to sway back and forth, moving to an imagined beat. As she began to gyrate her hips, Thane couldn’t help but have his attention drawn, if only because she dominated his field of vision. He found himself looking her over. Her blue grey skin was complimented by a mop of scraggily orange hair and series of red tribal tattoos etched along her back, curving down along her upper arms and hips. Her tusks were slightly longer than the average female’s, and her bust was small, but perky. Despite his claim, the human’s eyes roamed several times over his body, and she could see that he appreciated her breasts, ass, and legs. At least till he noticed her large, two-toed feet, disappointing his libido, and reminding him that she was, in fact, a troll, and not just a blue-skinned elf. He kept looking away, but Kulu continued to dance in front of him, undulating her body in a way that drew his gaze despite himself.

This would be the first good test of her ability. She had no real desire for the human and she couldn’t really change that. She could, however, change his own desires, if only she could get access...

There. As his eyes fell upon her breasts once more, she detected, for a moment, a spark of interest. For an instant, his psyche simply admired the form of her breasts, and forgot exactly what they were attached to, as well as the color. Kulu immediately drew in the energy generated by this interest and used it to ignite the strange magic she and all other females had acquired in the last few months.

Kulu reached out with her mind, invisible mystic tendrils snaking out and touching Thane’s head. The tendrils entered into his brain and touched his mind, and Kulu could make out the structure of his sexual desires and systems. Faint for now, after all, he wasn’t truly aroused yet, and if his eyes were to wander to another part of her, he might lose even the tiny interest he had now. Kulu quickly traced the mental wiring from his vision to the primal part of his brain where his libido was nestled. Kulu took a moment to secure a psychic hold on this little node. Then, still dancing, she concentrated and gave his libido a little flick.

This time, as Thane’s eyes began to wander from Kulu’s breasts back down to her hips, he felt his attention suddenly become more focused. Without realizing it, he found himself nodding slightly to her motions. Kulu watched his mind carefully as she worked, and switched her motions so that she was slowly grinding against an invisible partner. The main node of his libido began, slowly but surely, to warm. Kulu tightened her mystical hold, and started to feed a slow trickle of sexual energy and excitement into him. The more energy she fed him, the more he produced in turn, strengthening her magic and opening him up further to her. The map of his sexual systems, mental and physical, started to light up from his head to his genitals. All she needed to do now was keep guiding the energy, and increase the flow.

Then, he hit a threshold, and the energy flow magnified. His cock twitched, and Kulu could hear a low hum pick up in her “mind’s ear” as Thane’s cock started to grow erect. Thane’s eyes widened, and he looked down at himself as if surprised. He looked up at Kulu in shock, unbelieving that she could make him aroused. And yet, despite his bias against trolls, he could not help but feel aroused as he watched her virtually naked body move before him. Then Kulu summoned up two big bucketfuls of sexual energy and dumped them straight into his cock and his libido. Thane’s cock immediately surged to full erection and he let out a gasp as he stared open mouthed at Kulu.

“What are you doing?” he said in a panic. “Why do I feel so…so…?”

“So hot an’ bothered?” said Kulu. She stopped her gyrations and leaned down in front of him, smiling. “How shameful. Getting’ aroused by an ugly ol’ troll like me. I t’ought ya didn’t like trolls! Isn’t dat what ya said?”

“It’s your magic!” said Thane, eyes wide with surprise and a little fright. “The Sex Magic! It’s even spread to your kind!”

“Give da man a prize,” said Kulu, sneering. She sat down right on Thane’s lap, and pressed herself fully against him. Thane squirmed to try and get away, but as Kulu pressed her still cloth-covered groin against his naked cock, and held his face against her chest, the struggles turned into shivers. Kulu rested her chin on the top of Thane’s head, which she held against her chest like a mother would a child. As she did, she poured more sexual energy into him, stoking the fires of his arousal until he was nearly crossed with lust. The hum and the heat coming off of him was intense now. Another few minutes like this, and she was convinced he’d even fuck a Tauren if it meant satisfying his urges.

“Oh, god,” he said in a low moan, his cock jerking against her sex. “Stop… please…”

“There, there, now,” said Kulu. “You just take it easy, mon. Or try to. I’m not gunna hurt ya, not yet anyway. I just want to try out a couple tings.” She closed her eyes and concentrated again, feeding him a steady supply of energy and arousal, keeping him at the peak of desire. Occasionally, she would grind herself against his cock, and he would buck into her. He had become so aroused that after only a minute of this, she had to pull back some, lest he ejaculate prematurely.

Kulu gathered her mystical feelers and dove into his mind. The sexual side of his psyche was now an open book to her. She could see his various fantasies and memories of sexual encounters. A little further digging, and she could even see the encounters and thoughts that shamed him, the ones he didn’t want people to know. Fantasies of orgies with his female fellow soldiers, tying the up and having his way with them. The memory of a night of drunken debauchery, going into an inn room with two smoking hot Night Elf women, only to wake up the next morning in bed with two male gnomes and a rather portly female dwarf. The time he’d masturbated to thoughts of sex with one of the undead Forsaken, using a few of their extra body holes…

“Good grief, mon, ya humans are disgusting!” said Kulu, flinching at that last part. “I swear, ya spread ya legs and stick ya ting into anything vaguely resembling a body.”

Thane seemed to use this insult to rally himself, and began to struggle against her again, making one last attempt to willpower his way past her charms. Kulu frowned, and remembered what she was supposed to be trying to do. She concentrated again, and his time focused on his body. She could see all of his hotspots, and within moments, knew instinctively just how to touch him to make him cum instantly, or keep him hovering on the edge.

Acting on this last bit of knowledge, she shifted her hips forward a bit more, until the cloth of her underwear just barely grazed his cock. As his cock flexed, it was ever so lightly brush against the cloth, stimulating it. The resulting pleasure would cause his cock to clench, pulling away and cutting off the stimulation for a moment. In this way, Kulu was able to tease his cock without having to move herself, and the teasing just made him even more ensnared in arousal. There was no way he could try to willpower his way through this now, not that he’d had any chance to begin with. Perhaps, if he’d known she had Sex Magic and was going to use it, he could have steeled himself or perhaps even cast a protective spell, if he knew any.

As it was, he fell back under her power and influence and stayed there, his body betraying him. “Now, let’s see, a little incentive to keep ya here,” she said. She reached back into his mind, and started searching for connections between certain images and concepts and how they caused him to react. She could see that he preferred the company of elven women, though he was not averse to his fellow humans of course. He’d even take a fancy to a dwarf, if she was cute enough by his standards. Most blatantly inhuman races, however, were not to his taste. If they had horns or tusks, they were an instant turn off, to say nothing of hooves or a full coat of fur.

Well, Kulu couldn’t blame him; despite all the sexual energy whirling around them, she still wasn’t getting anything out of this herself. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try and make a few tweaks the helpless human. She settled her tendrils onto the various switches and nodes and lines making up the network of his sexual psyche. She pulled away his attraction to other humans and nearly-human races. Instead, she took the image of an elf, top most in his sexual preferences, and began to adjust it, remolding it into the form of a troll. She made similar adjustments to all his branching preferences, aligning them with a troll-centric theme.

Now, for example, he was not just aroused by the thought of a blowjob, but specifically the idea of sticking his cock into a female trolls mouth, and feeling his organ brush against her tusks as she sucked him. The idea of a footjob now no longer seemed as interesting unless it was done by a troll’s dexterous two-toed foot. Lastly, blue and green skin now seemed like an exotic part of a woman no human skin could compare with.

When she finished, Kulu finally pulled back, releasing Thane’s face from her chest. Thane was gasping, still trying to buck against her, and his eyes half-closed from the effort. But as she pulled back and let him view her, his eyes shot wide open. His jaw dropped even more as he gazed at her with unabashed lust. “Oh, fuck,” he said in a breathless moan. Combined with all the teasing and arousal generated by her sexual energies, his newly aligned preferences made the mere sight of her drive him wild. It was the final straw, and just from sheer arousal, he reached the point of no return.

Kulu reacted swiftly as she felt his orgasm surge up within him. Reaching with her magic, she literally grabbed his orgasm and forced it back into his body, causing Thane to wail and shudder as his body fought to cum, yet was unable to. Kulu held his climax back and reached into his mind and body once more. “Let’s make this a little more interesting, shall we?” she said, a thin smile on her lips. She adjusted a few more connections between his mind and his cock, and then, her smile broadened as she saw something she could use to really screw him up. After making her tweaks, she released her direct hold on his climax. With a shout, Thane tried to cum once more, only to cry out as his orgasm was blocked, this time by a magical barrier set into his body.

Kulu stood and watched him twitch and moan. She ceased feeding him energy, and waited for him to calm down. As over aroused and stimulated as he was, held at the edge of orgasm, it took him some time. His new, searing attraction to his captor did not help matters. Kulu just watched him patiently. Finally, he could breath somewhat normally again, and he looked at her with a ragged, helpless expression. His cock was still stubbornly stiff, and his balls were swollen taught with his unreleased seed. “What did you do? What did you do to me?” he moaned.

“Just given ya a little incentive to not try to escape,” she said. “I’ve made a few adjustments to ya body and mind. Now, only a troll will be able to spark ya sex drive. Or perhaps an orc woman. Eitha way, just bein’ around us is enough to make ya stupid wit’ lust. But here’s da kicker. Ya can only shoot yer spunk when ya fuckin’ one of us in da ass.”

Thane’s eyes widened in shock and horror. One of the things that had turned him off even more than horns and tusks had been anal sex; the idea had just disgusted him. Unfortunately for him, that was one things Kulu had decided to leave intact. Now, he not only found himself helplessly enthralled by a woman he would have been unfazed by just minutes ago, but the only way he could be released from his helpless lust, to orgasm and relieve himself of this sexual fever, was to do the one sex act that he could never bring himself to try.

Kulu laughed harshly at his helpless state, his mind and cock wrestling with desire and disgust. She turned, slipped her underwear down, and presented her bare ass to him. “Ya know ya want it, boy,” she said. She could sense his mind running in circles, at once aroused by her ass, yet horrified of being made to enter it. Finally, it got to be too much, and Thane’s mind decided it was time to call it quits. He shuddered, his eyes rolled up in their sockets, and he sagged in his chair.

Kulu smirked and looked the human over. Not bad for a first session, but she wasn’t nearly done yet. If he didn’t wake up soon, she would force him awake, and she would not let him pass out again until she herself was thoroughly exhausted. For now, though, while she waited for him to recover, she reached into his mind to see what else she could tinker with.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Captive


The gentle feeling of feathers tickling Cale’s balls was at first a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He would start to squirm into the feeling, trying to shift his hips so the feathers would instead stroke along his shaft. However, the feathers would unerringly follow his balls, causing him to shift more. He would then start to awaken more fully, and would try to reach down to grab the feathers, or better yet, the hand holding them.

Then he’d feel the restraints holding back his arms. As soon as that registered, his eyes would snap open, and even though it never worked, not once, he’d immediately jerk at the bonds as his gaze opened to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’d ever seen. This alone would have been enough to calm him down, if it weren’t for two things: One, that upon awakening, he was now aware of the acute ache in his balls from days (weeks?) without orgasm. Two, that the young woman currently feathering said balls wasn’t doing it with her hands, but with the tip of her elegant black wings.

Shit. Every morning, Cale prayed he’d wake up and it would have all been a dream. That he’d be back in his bed, and his girlfriend would have decided to get a little kinky and play with his nuts to wake him up. His prayer had yet to be answered. He was still here, in a village of demihumans, somewhere on the Forbidden Continent. He was still a prisoner to this vicious minx of a winged woman, so beautiful, yet so cruel despite the sweet smile she almost always gave him.

He gave up his struggles, though his hips still twitched, bucking now really, as the winged woman continued to tickle his balls with her wingtip. She giggled as her other wing come forward, and the tip made a few quick swipes along his penis head, which was already flowing with pre-cum. He hissed and bucked harder into the air, but it was no use. The woman laughed again, and moved to undo the binds on his hands and wrists.

He winced as her fingertips came near him, the thin talons extending from the tips sharp enough to cut through bone. But her movements were quick and dexterous, and even though it looked like she had barely passed her hands over the knots, they came apart with ease, freeing his arms and legs.

“Siva!” came a melodic voice from the window. “Rkk lck ou sli vk?”

The winged woman turned and spoke a similarly incomprehensible sentence. Cale still hadn’t learned the demi-humans’ language; too many syllables he couldn’t even pronounce, whistles and clicks he still couldn’t figure out the pattern for. About the best he’d done was learn that “Siva” was the winged woman’s name.

Siva turned back to her captive, and watched him sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his wrists where the bonds had held them. He winced as the ache in his balls flared for a moment as they were moved since the first time last night; he yearned more than anything to rub one out just to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t dare move to even cup himself. He waited for the ache to pass, then stood. Siva motioned with her hand that he could pass, and he did so, stepping through the small three room home, and out into the backyard. He was still bucked naked.

After a short stop at the “facilities,” which was nothing more than a hole in the ground behind a short wall, he fetched the bucket and got water from the well, then hauled it back into the house. The whole time, he ignored the sniggering, catcalls, and occasional spitting noises from the winged woman’s neighbors. He didn’t look at them.

He set the water down in what more or less passed for the kitchen and took a small drink, and then he kneeled at the table before his captor. She spent a few minutes making use of the water, boiling it for tea, taking a rag and washing herself a bit. Then without warning, she whirled and picked Cale up bodily, throwing him against the wall, she yanked off her barely-there tunic and pounced on him, biting the right side of his neck and pinning his arms against the wall. She pushed her sex, slick with seemingly sudden excitement, against his, causing him to almost instantly grow hard. She impaled herself upon him, flapping her wings and using them to brace herself. She began to fuck him with rapid, jerky thrusts.

Cale gasped and threw his head back, moaning. She was tight, oh, god she was tight, and her pussy was burning hot. Even with her teeth clamped onto his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks, she moaned in a high pitched series of cries. He shuddered as he felt the cum roil in balls. Her grip on his wrists and neck tightened, and her could feel her claws and teeth threatening to split the skin. Somehow, Cale found the will to keep himself from cumming. He couldn’t hold on. It was too much, had been too long since he’d blown his load. He was going to lose it!

Suddenly, before he even realized it at first, she was off him, jumping back and then bending over, her eyes wide and studious as she watched his cock jerk. She reached out, her talons glinting in the light as they hovered barely half an inch from his cock. Then, after a few skipped heartbeats, the need to cum subsided, and he let out a huge breath, sliding down to the floor, gasping. He looked up at his captor warily.

Siva frowned for just a moment as she watched his cock continue to twitch a few times, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She pat him on the head affectionately, then snapped her fingers, and pointed to the spot in front of her. Cale struggled back up to his knees and bowed before her, kissing her feet. Satisfied, she turned and continued her task in the kitchen.

Cale let out a low, shaky breath. This woman, no, this creature, was fucking insane. No wonder these freaks weren’t allowed on the mainland of Civero. Cale wondered if he’d ever see it again.

He winced as he heard another sound from outside the window, this one a scream coming from next door. Another familiar part of the morning ritual; the creatures next door, hulking bullmen with thick, foot long cocks, had taken his girlfriend, and every morning, they fucked her in every hole, making her cum until she couldn’t even move until sometime in the mid-afternoon. As sickened with himself as it made him, Cale couldn’t help but be jealous. Her captors made her cum her brains out.

Of course, it was possible Siva was just screwing with him. Part of him doubted she would actually cut his junk off; she’d lose her favorite toy. But Cale had seen the mad gleam in her eyes the time he’d tried to touch himself. He wasn’t about to risk it.

As he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked into inhuman bliss, Cale tried his damnedest to ignore the ache in balls, even as Siva kept tickling his sex with her wings. One day, he swore he’d get them out of here, somehow. Until then, no matter how much his body yearned for it, he prayed he wouldn’t cum.