Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (4 page)

“So, how does this thing work, anyway?” I asked, motioning at the glasses.

“Oh, you just push this button to turn it on,” he reached his arm over to press the button for me, brushing against my breasts again.
That one definitely wasn’t an accident
. “Then you take these and use them according to the instructions in the ‘game.’” He put one small vibrating device with scrolls on the side and another square plastic thing with buttons on it in my hand, brushing the tips of his fingers along my knuckles. I couldn’t help but blush a bit, but I stared intently at the controller, studying it. “You can go ahead and put the glasses on now. There’re headphones on the sides of it so you won’t be able to hear me, but you’ll know when I’m done. To start, you’ll need to open your mouth wide—I’m going to inject both sides of your mouth with this anaesthesia. There will be some pressure, but you won’t be able to feel anything after that.”

Wide-eyed at all of the information, I just nodded vigorously. I knew that I had to open my mouth, anyway, so at least that would keep me going until he told me I was doing something wrong. After a few minutes, he stuck a small metal rod into my mouth and prodded, “Do you feel this?”

I shook my head no; the numbness was so extreme that when I reached up to feel my face, I could only feel my cheeks through my hands, but had no actual sensation in my face. “I can’t feel anything,” I mumbled out with a half-human sounding drawl.
I guess I’ve lost movement in my mouth, too. How embarrassing.
He nodded his approval and said that we could proceed with the procedure and that I should get comfortable and put on the virtual reality device.

Putting on the glasses, I held the small vibrator in one hand and the controller in the other, and then I opened my mouth as I was told.

Let’s see what all of the fuss is about
. As my vision adjusted to the 3-D environment, I quickly learned that looking side-to-side with my glasses actually let me look from side-to-side in the ‘room.’ I wasn’t quite sure what the buttons did yet, but it appeared I could interact with objects and people by pushing various ones; the button on the side let me explore a new virtual reality ‘game,’ kind of like TV.

The first room I explored was actually a forest. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do; I was all alone and picking mushrooms just wasn’t my idea of a good time, so I clicked on.

There was a baby I had to take care of in the following room; it must have been a babysitting simulation or something.
Boring!

In the next room following the baby room, there was a heated argument between a
couple. After staring for a few seconds, text popped up giving me instructions to try to break up the fight and get the couple to make up. I pushed the buttons on the controller to view the various options and noticed there was a general theme of agitating the argument, giving a neutral response, and giving sexual response.
That’s weird.
For a few scenes, I had my ‘character’ respond neutrally, not agreeing with either party. When that stalemated, I fingered the button leading to something sexual.
No one would ever know
, I thought giddily before pressing it. I saw my hand reach up and stroke the side of the woman’s breast as the other hand cupped the man’s cock through his jeans.
That’s so naughty.

Squirming in my seat, I pushed on to see what would happen. After seeing the pleasure on each of their faces, I was given the option to kiss the woman on her neck, lift her shirt up, straddle the man, or unzip his pants.
There’s no going back to neutrality, it seems.
Feeling feisty, I unzipped his pants, suddenly understanding why I was given the option of the blanket.
Should I ask for it now?
I could already feel the warmth filling my panties as I started getting wet for the situation; I knew I’d need to touch myself soon.

Thinking it’d be best and easier to just switch the channel, I tried and noticed that the controller was locked on that room and could no longer switch rooms.
Shit, what if he looks through my glasses later and sees what I’ve been doing.
My cheeks warmed at the thought, and I knew I had to push on through the game to finish it. At first I tried to just click without watching the scenes but quickly learned that the videos had to play out—there was a time limit for that, too.

By this point, I was given the option to lead the man into the bedroom, put his cock in my mouth, or demand that the woman lick me. Craving some dick, I put the tip of his dick in my virtual mouth. From there, the story quickly progressed with me deep-
throating him and virtually fingering myself at the same time. I knew I must have been writhing in pleasure in my seat and blushing; desperately hoping that the shadow didn’t know about the various games on the device. My hands filled with my skirt as I begged the man to take me from behind with him laughing at me and taking control of the situation instead, fondling my character slowly, teasingly. As the options I was given became more explicit and humiliating, I realized that if I wasn’t given a blanket to pleasure myself ‘privately’ I’d continue dripping and would leave a stain on the chair. My clit was already pulsating, arousing me even more every time there was a breeze up my skirt from what I only imagined was the various movements the shadow was doing, emphasizing my need to fuck.
That’s it, I’m just going to ask for the blanket
, I thought determinedly.

Finally gathering the courage to ask for the blanket, I reached up to take off the glasses, but reached a meaty wall.
What the fuck?
Was this my face?
I thought, not yet trusting the numbness of my face. So I kept feeling around, and realized that the handfuls of meat I was holding in my hands was moving.
Maybe this is part of the procedure.
I rested my hands on it to try to understand what was happening, and felt that it was moving back and forth against my face—and I knew that I wasn’t the one moving. My head didn’t have time to catch up with my body, because for some reason I could feel that I was getting even wetter, my skirt clinging onto my thigh now.

I probed around with both hands and felt the rounded flesh right above my face and as I went lower the meat had divided into two hairier sets of meat.
Holy shit, he’s fucking my face.
The feeling of being used was enough to finally push me into a small orgasm, not being able to control the moan anymore I cried out softly.

After the initial arousal washed over me and seeped out with my
cumming, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Should I be horrified, pissed, upset? It only took me a moment to decide that this was the best thing to happen to me—I finally had the opportunity to fulfill the fantasy I’ve been creaming for for so many years. So, I reached my hands up and slid them between his body and mine, pushing him off and removing the glasses with one swift motion.

When our eyes finally locked, I revelled in watching his shocked face as he watched the obvious blazing pleasure in mine. I didn’t, and couldn’t, say anything due to the numbness of my face, so I slowly trailed my hand over my breast and slipped it under my panties, rubbing my pearl for a moment before peeling them off and flinging them onto the floor. I looked up at him shyly through my eyelashes before slowly spreading my legs
,  loving the hungry look on his face.

Grabbing onto my hips, he roughly flipped me over on the chair and pulled my ass up towards him. I heard a loud slap as he spanked me, and I began pushing my ass back towards his cock, grinding up against me. I wanted to scream at him to take me, but I couldn’t get my mouth to form words, so I physically showed him as best as I could. He was smirking at me as I glanced back at
him, then smacked my ass a few more times for good measure, surely reddening the cheeks, before he stuck a finger up my asshole. It was enough to make me moan out and reach out a hand to finger myself in anticipation of his huge, throbbing cock. He slapped my hand away and threw his body on top of mine, pinning either of my arms up against the reclining chair and flattening me against it. Motivated by the crazy look of pleasure in my eyes, he held down both of my legs with his own, looping his feet around my ankles to hold me in place. By this point I must have been wildly squirming under him, feeling the throb of his cock on my sore cheek.

Deciding that fucking me had finally gained priority over teasing me, I gasped as he slid the tip of his cock in me. Even that was a struggle for me to handle; I was both scared and excited for the rest of it. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he slowly slid just the head of his cock in and out of my soaking pussy. Whimpering at the amount I lusted for him, I frantically pushed my hips back, hoping I could get him to fill me. With a satisfied smile, he finally pummelled his huge member into me. I cried out in pleasure as I struggled to have him fit into my dripping canal, but that didn’t stop him. I felt his grip tighten against my wrists as he gained momentum, grunting and pounding into me like I was just his to use. He was fucking me harder and faster with every moment, planting me into the chair as it shook with his force. The pressure built up in my slit, and I moaned even louder every time I’d hear him moan, fully aroused by how much he was enjoying me.

With every slam into me using his throbbing member, his balls slapped against my thighs. Moving my hand towards the other so he could hold both of my wrists with his left hand, he started groping my breasts, thrusting his hand under my shirt to fondle my nipples. It was enough to drive me over the edge, with wave after wave of intense pleasure pulsing through my entire body, giving me goose bumps while making my entire body weak. Driven by my orgasm, he started pounding into me, intensifying the climax even further. Loudly moaning, I pushed my ass back and followed his rhythm, wanting him to fill me as fully as he could. He kept me pinned down, but stopped groping me and started spanking my ass against as he roughly used me. With a few final hard thrusts, he softly bit onto my shoulder as he let out animal-like grunts as he came, his hot seed filling me and dripping out, intermingling with my juices on my skirt and the insides of my thighs.

After resting against me for a moment, he finally rolled off of me and tossed some tissues at me considerately. “You might want to reschedule for your filling; I never got around to doing it,” he said in polite, toneless voice.

Dazed and surprised at what had just happened, all I could do was look up at him stupidly. He’d already lost interest in me, however, and I couldn’t say anything to him anyway.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain to the receptionist that the charge for today’s session should be moved to your next appointment. Hopefully I’ll see you then,” the shadow added with a wink before leaving the room, the door left wide open behind him.

I quickly wiped myself clean and slipped on the wet panties and my
hoodie and slinging my purse over my shoulder. I didn’t even stop to fix my just-got-fucked-hard hair in the mirror, but walked towards the main lounge. Checking my phone, there were two texts waiting for me. The first was from my mom:
How’d it go? Sorry I had to leave like that! Love you
I quickly responded that it was great but they weren’t able to fill my teeth in one sitting and I’d have to return. Her response was confused, but she didn’t question me. The second was from Tora:
You done yet?
I was typing in her response, but then I noticed her waiting for me in the lounge. Grinning widely, I linked my arm through hers. “Boy, do I have a lot to tell you,” I mumbled out through my numbed-mouth as we left for the mall. 

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Taken by the Lizardmen

by
Natalie Deschain

I was bound around my wrists with shackles attached by a heavy chain to bindings around my ankles, so that I could only shuffle. A black cloth sack was pulled down over my head, forcing me to breathe in my own breath, foul from three days. My every muscle ached from being forced into the small cell on the wagon that carried me away from my people. I was in a hostile land, descending into the dark places where the enemy dwelt. There was a good chance I would not survive, but my mission was the last hope for peace between the elves and the lizardmen. I heard my companions shuffling behind me, their chains clanking in time with mine. I hated myself for putting them at risk, knowing what might happen to us. Elf and lizardman had been at war for generations. They raided our settlements, stole our food, and carried us off into the night for no one knew what, and here I was, my people’s sovereign, walking with a company of my subjects into their midst.

I approached them under a flag of truce, my personal guard of trained maiden arches my only companions, as we agree. They took us by cover of night, slipping into our camp. We were divided and conquered, trussed up, and carried back here to their caves. The dank, cold air stung my skin, and I could feel mud squeezing between my toes. A
lizardman’s rough hand pushed me forward and I nearly fell. I could feel now that I was in an open space. Stepped off the mud and onto tiles, the muck squelching under my feet.

They drew the bag off my head, letting my golden curls spill over my pale shoulders. I was dressed in my battle armor, interlocking plates of metal that was soft and fine, almost like silk, unless it was struck, in which case it was as hard as stone. I stood proudly, my chin high, though I spared a glance at my followers. They were on their knees, the
lizardman guards standing behind them holding them by their shoulders or by knotted handfuls of hair. They hissed at each other in their guttural language, their laughter like tearing silk.

The king sat on a throne of worked gold, the image of a sun fanning up behind him. He sat sideways on it, one leg through over the arm of the throne. His skin was a pale blue, his scales shimmering like glass except on his flat belly and the insides of this thighs, where it was a pale yellow and softer, almost not scaly at all. Unlike the low, hissing minions behind me, his countenance was almost regal, less like some crocodilian monster and almost birdlike. He wore a crown of gold and feathers that trailed down his
back, and a band of golden ceremonial armor around his chest. A cloth of green silk girded his loins. He looked at me as though he were bored, propping his chin on his fist.

He spoke perfect, clear
Elvish. “Why are you here?”

“To broker a peace,” I said, ignoring the hissing laughter from behind me.

He sat up. “You’re not in much of a position to offer terms, your majesty. I’d call this a surrender.”

I stiffened. His arrogance displeased me.

He draped his arms between his legs, and his alien lizard face twisted into a grin, his big eyes fixing on me. “I think I might agree to a truce, if you agree to surrender to me. Personally.”

“What do you want me to do?” I sighed.
“Bow? Kneel? Serve you?”

“Something
like that. Bring her to me.”

Two of the guards seized me by the arms and dragged me up the dais until I stood directly in front of him. The lizard king studied me thoroughly, his gaze sliding over my body. I tensed, offended by his presumption.

“You wear too many clothes. Disrobe.”

My jaw dropped, and then my teeth clicked shut. “What?”

“You heard me. Your robes, remove them.”

I turned to call for members of my guard to help me out of my armor.

“No. You do it.”

I was shaking with rage. It almost hurt to uncoil my fists and my fingers shook as I undid the clasps. I undid the high collar of my flexible armor and tugged at the skeins of mail draped over my
shoulders. The lizard king gave me an amused look and reclined in his throne, scratching his chin with his claws.

“Slowly,” he said.

I slowed. I shifted my mail and cloak from my shoulders. There was only the mail shirt that clung to my body and my armored leggings and skirts. The cool air sucked the heat out of my bare skin and I shivered, no matter how desperately I tried not to. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp holding my skirt in place and let it pool around my legs, then undid the clasp that held the leggings to my heavy belt and removed that as well. I took a deep breath and drew the light coat of mail over my head. When it dropped to the floor, I was standing before the lizard king in only a short shift that came down to the middle of my thighs and my silk underthings.

“I said disrobe.”

My eyes widened in shock.

“Take it off, or my men will do it for you.
Before they strip the rest of your sad little entourage.”

I stared at him in fury. I refused to move seductively, but matter-of-factly whipped off my shift and kicked out of my underclothes, and stood before him naked. I held my chin high, daring him to make some comment. He said something in the hissing tongue of his people, and one of the guards replied. The rest of them broke out in their hideous laughter.

“What did you say?” I growled.

“I asked my captain what he thinks of the view from behind,” said the King. “He approves.”

I resisted the urge to cover my breasts or squeeze my legs together. The king beckoned me forward, and I stepped close to his throne. He sat up, sniffing at me. His snout almost touched my belly. I recoiled, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me close. The other lizardmen hissed in approval, beating the butts of the crude spears on the tiled floor. The king ran his hands up my sides, letting me feel his claws without breaking the skin. His hand gathered up my breasts, bouncing them to test their weight. He let go of me and made a spinning motion with his finger. I turned, and let my subjects see me. Their queen would not break down.

The kind slapped my buttocks, smacking them and squeezing them as though testing horseflesh. His fingers pressed under me and I felt the pad of his fingertip move along my slit. I clenched my fists and endured it, biting down hard on my teeth.

“Turn around.”

I did as I was bid.

“Have you ever had an elf cock inside you?”

“No,” I snapped.

“I see, I was hoping to ask you.”

He hissed at his people and they burst out laughing at me again.

“Ask me what?”

“If it’s true what they say about elf men. That they’re small and scrawny and you need one of us to satisfy you. That’s why you let us raid and raid your settlements and carry off your women. At least we’re not hung like infants.”

A red rage filled me, and I slapped him, or tried to. He caught my wrist and flicked my arm away contemptuously.

“So much fire. Sit on my lap.”

I didn’t move at first. I glanced over my shoulder and saw my subjects bound and kneeling before the monsters and I resigned myself to my fate. If it would spare them more suffering, I would deign to be this monster’s toy. I walked up to the throne and sat on his thigh, letting my weight settle in his lap, and crossed my arms over my breasts.

“That won’t do,” said the king.

He pulled me close to him, draping his arm around my waist, and groped my thigh while he pulled my other arm away. He ran his hand up my belly and cupped my breasts, letting them rest on
his arm. He pulled me close, so he could whisper in my ear. His breath was surprisingly hot, and stank of meat.

“Do you know what I want you to do now?”

I remained silent.

“Call the captain of your guard.”

I bit my lip.
“Faneth.”

Her head lifted up. The king nodded to the
lizardman behind her, and he pushed her forward. She awkwardly scrambled to her feet, her arms still bound behind her back. The held her chin up, at least until the lizard swiped the helm off her head, spilling her black hair over her shoulders. She met my gaze proudly.

“Will she do as you command?”

“Yes,” I said.

“My men,” said the lizard king, “will fall on their spears if I ask it. Would she do that if you asked?”

I lowered my eyes to the floor. “Yes.”

“What wouldn’t she do?”

“I don’t know.”

The lizard king said something to the guard, and he moved beside
Faneth, tossed his spear to one of the others, and undid his belt, drawing away the cloth that covered his loins. His cock dangled between his legs, fat, pink, and glistening.

“Order her to suck his cock.”

I tensed up. My mouth worked silently. Faneth nodded, sank to her knees, and turned. The lizardman squared himself up before her. With her hands tied behind her back, she had to shove her face in his crotch and seek his shaft with her lips. He was already half hard, and he let out a hiss of approval when she closed her mouth around him and sucked, her cheeks hollowing. Something brushed my thigh and I glanced down. The king was getting hard, his loincloth tenting beneath his golden belt. I shivered when I saw it, and it caught his eye. He pulled me closer, forcing me to almost lay on him, and fondled my breasts, chuckling at Faneth’s misfortune.

He whispered in my ear. “Play with yourself.”

I trembled.

“Do it.”

I slipped my hand between my thighs and felt for my slit. I hated myself in that moment, because I was already wet. My eyes were fixed on Faneth. Hers were closed, and she sucked heartily at the lizardman, her head bobbing on his hard member. He rested his hand on the top of her head to guide her. She was unsure at first, but as she began to develop a rhythm with him, turning her head and slipping her tongue along the underside of his shaft. I slipped a finger in my pussy and bit my lip, trying not to shudder, and I failed. The king pulled me into an embrace, forcing my legs apart ever so slightly so my wetness trickled down his thigh.

The king opened his mouth and touched my throat with his jaws, brushing the skin with small, sharp teeth. His tongue flicked over my neck and down over my chest, leaving a thin trickle of warm saliva. He closed his jaws around my throat and squeezed, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to feel it and make it difficult to breathe. My other hand slipped down between my legs and I began to rub my clit while I pushed my finger into my pussy. The king released me.

The lizardman came. Faneth coughed and sputtered and drew back, and when she opened her mouth, hot white cum spilled over her chin. The lizardman humped the air and sprayed a rope of it over her shoulder, much to the amusement of his comrades, who rammed the butts of their spears into the floor and laughed at him, pointing and hissing.

“What are they saying?”

“They mock the young one and claim they could last longer,” said the king. “They are complimenting her for her whoring and suggesting that he is not good enough for them. The others are eager to claim their prizes.”

I tensed, gasping. The lizard king ran his fingers through my hair, teasing my scalp with his claws. “Ah, you’re worried about the rest of them. I’ll offer you a choice. Each of my kin can take one of yours, or
Faneth can have them all. It is yours to decide.”

Faneth spat and looked at me, wild-eyed. “I’ll take them. Spare the others.”

The lizard king looked at me, and I nodded, tears forming in my eyes.

“You bastards,” Faneth snapped, “you don’t scare me. Do you worst.”

The lizards laughed and hissed, and one of them came up behind the one who’d shamed himself with his quickness and shoved him towards her by the shoulder.

“They say he should go first,” said the lizard king, “he didn’t have enough time with his whore.”

Faneth raised her chin as the lizard got on his knees beside her and started undoing her armor, but left her chained. When he had her breastplate off, he used his claws to tear away her dress and shift, leaving it hanging in tatters from her belt and her shoulders. He undid his own armor, letting it slap onto the ground, and pulled her close, flicking his long tongue over her breasts. I saw the look in Faneth’s eyes as she fought herself, desperate not to give in to the pleasure.

“She wants him,” the king whispered, “She liked her taste and she wants more. That’s why she volunteered, not for the other’s sake, but for hers. She wants them for herself.”

“Lies,” I snapped, but there was no heat on my voice. I lay curled on the lizard king’s lap, pumping my fingers into myself while I rubbed at my clit.

The kind laughed at me. “That is why your women never return from our raids. We are the better lovers. Do you know why we went to war?”

I slowed the pace of my explorations. Another guard held Faneth by the shoulders, kneeling by her side to support her as the first lizard licked her chest, cupping her breasts with his rough hands. Another came forward and ran his tongue over her belly, pressing it into her navel, and she shivered, unconsciously thrusting her hips against empty air. There was a thick trickle of wetness down her thigh, and the soft hair between her legs glistened.