Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (16 page)

As the mist moved over their bodies, the grass mat Kathryn laid on felt like the softest moss, and though their laid as one under the soft, summer night sky, everything but her eyes told her they were together in a pleasant, warm forest meadow.

She could not see what happened to Tamara, if anything at all happened, but as the mist enveloped her head and finally made her shut her eyes, she felt lighter. It was as if she had a youngster’s agile body again, without losing any of the strength she had gained from years of carrying her yoke.

When Kathryn felt the mist recede and opened her eyes again, she could see. Really see. Outside the sphere of light provided by their fire, the world turned black and white. But she could see. She still felt lighter and in her heart she felt warmth and happiness. As if her heart was overjoyed, singing inside of her.

“You truly are one of us, now,” said Tamara into her ear.

Kathryn felt the elf’s lips against her more defined jawbone, up to the base of her ear. The huntress’ lips continued upwards, and upwards. What had happened finally dawned on Kathryn as Tamara’s lips wrapped around the pointy tip of her new elf-ear.

“I-- I’m,” she stumbled over the words, turning her head as best she could. She saw warmth, and a distinct lack of the arrogant superiority she had grown so used to in Tamara’s face. There was a new kind of recognition there.

“
You are Fae. Not as I, but you are Fae,” said Tamara.

Kathryn let her head sink down onto the grass again. She felt lighter because she was now frailer, more slender. She could see in the dark because now, she had the angled, large and expressive eyes of an elf. She shook her head a little. The hair that came into view was a deep, teak-brown that reminded more of rich wood than what she had had before.

She tried to move but was still bound, still absolutely filled. Somehow, though, the pressure had warped in some way, turned into something that ached to be released in pleasure. She felt as if the fullness was her natural state, now. Perhaps that was the real point of the ritual, to make sure that sire and mate did not just have an emotional bond but a physical need that tied them to each other. Kathryn felt more whole, more complete than she had before as a human and she was convinced that Tamara was tied to her in the same way, now.

For a time, they laid together, absorbing their new circumstances. It was not just an emotional bond now. Kathryn understood why Gwenyth had never come home and why her bones would never be found. The Gwenyth she had known had ceased to exist, had become something more. She truly believed she had ascended the bonds of humanity to become something more, together with Tamara.

Of course, with the ritual complete, they were now left behind with a natural, burning need for each other. The quiet cuddling became more fervent, and though Kathryn could not embrace Tamara, or even wrap her legs around the amazonian elf to keep her close, she could still lean up against the huntress. In turn, Tamara’s hands moved from caressing to commanding, directing their kisses and grinding movements against each other.

At last, she took over entirely, one palm flat on Kathryn’s back, the other hand curling around her head, both holding her firmly down against the mat, providing some resistance as Tamara finally began to pull backwards, slowly freeing a few inches from the girl’s clenching, almost impossibly tight ass.

The embrace of their bodies was such that even with the hands holding her down, Kathryn’s butt was still lifted up along with her sire’s movement and it was only gradually that she slipped just a little off that fat, delicious shaft. She twitched, almost shivered, the intensity of the penetration stirring its head again as her protector reversed direction and started to force back down into her.

Kathryn pulled her lower lip into her mouth, trapping it between her teeth. The sensation of being filled again was near-orgasmic, fluttery pleasure tingling in her chest and mind, her eyelids fluttering as Tamara’s balls once again rested against her, the champion, -her- champion, having bottomed out once more.

For a moment, the huntress held her pinned down again with both body and the strength of her arms. Kathryn knew that Tamara could take advantage of her if she wanted, in any way she wanted, even that some would consider her to be doing so now. What dominated her mind, though, was the pleasure. The pleasure, and the safety in being handled and used by her strong sire. The warmth of infatuation had settled over her.

Normally, her falling for someone had her pining for long periods of no fulfillment, but here, the explosive tingling of being near her love was instantly rewarded, then reinforced and doubled. She was not just near her love, she was united with her. The pressure against her head and back heightened again as Tamara began to pull back once more and Kathryn gasped in pleasure.

If she had been able to grab onto the sides of the altar, she would. As it was, she had to content herself with entwining her fingers, trapped as they were beneath her, and just squirm in pleasure. Tamara had reversed again, slowly filling her. She had not stopped this time though, instead moving straight into another slow-motion thrust. Even being as slow as they were, the movements still pushed the girl up and down the grass mat in synch.

Kathryn tried to arch deeper, tried to meet the slow, commanding thrusts but each time she was firmly pressed back down. Her role was to receive, at least this night. As much as she struggled against it, wanting to please her love, she could still just lie there, gasping in breath when Tamara pulled that immense shaft backwards, only to have it forcibly exhaled as she was once more filled.

Gradually, the slow thrusts became a real rhythm, the amazonian elf pulling more and more of those toe-curlingly fat inches out and stuffing them back in. The pace was slow but never-stopping, and Kathryn worried she would go insane with the teasing, tingling, mind-blanking pleasure from the slow conquest of her ass.

By the time the champion was dragging more than half of the massive, thick shaft out and wedging it back in, Kathryn’s eyes had rolled almost entirely into her head. Her legs, chest, shoulders and head all burned and tingled with lust, but somehow, she did not, could not go the last distance. It was only when Tamara’s grip strengthened and her thrusts grew harder that something happened.

Her body was rewarding her for accepting the huntress’ feral, unrestrained nature. Kathryn let out a long, strained moan of pleasure as the slow, cramming thrust turned into more of a real, smooth thrust, feeling her body depress down against the grass and stone below as she accepted all of that hard, heavy cockflesh.

Tamara could still not finish it properly, though, unable to continue the thrust entirely to the hilt. Instead of accepting defeat and pushing the last inches of fat dick in, she took a moment’s pause, pulled just a little back, and then in an explosion of strength that took Kathryn completely by surprise, slam-fucked her way down, pelvis meeting the girl’s maddeningly spread, stuffed ass as the larger elf’s girth sank the last bit in.

This final, hard thrust was the last necessary blossom of pleasure and it was what pushed Kathryn over the edge. As Tamara began her pace again, growing quicker and more brutal for each thrust, the seamstress’ body tensed, her thighs finally blooming in heavy, swift vibrations, an orgasm of a strength she had never experienced almost tearing through her body, making her convulse and constrict around Tamara with milking, intense pleasure.

Tears were forced from her eyes, and when Kathryn finally came to her senses again, hammering back and forth against the grass mat as she was, she could not stop her head from nodding along with the last, agonizingly powerful waves of pleasure. She was moaning, she realized; each one coming in the moments where one pleasurable contraction replaced the next. And all through this, Tamara had not stopped.

The huntress had plowed into her mate, her wife, giving her no time to ride out her pleasure, instead working on making the girl’s body more pliable and accepting. By now, the larger elf had managed to ease more than two thirds of her huge, steely cock into each thrust, and she was gradually more and more able to set a real, punishing pace.

Even though she cared for Kathryn, she had animalistic instincts she could not deny. Perhaps it was the ritual, perhaps it had to do with the pact the Fae had made with their god. No matter what the reason, Kathryn felt the restraint melting away from Tamara. It did not worry her. She needed the amazon to become an animal. Physically needed it.

It did not take long for her needs to begin being satisfied. Having gotten the girl’s body more used to her bulging, fat shaft, Tamara was finally able to launch into the brutal, swift pace she needed herself. All night, since the ritual had started, she had been bubbling with need so intense that in some way, Kathryn had been able to sense it. It had been denied, both by Kathryn’s body and by Tamara’s will, but those barriers were now almost entirely gone.

With the huntress’ strength entirely applied, the sensation of being taken by her was more than Kathryn had feared and hoped. She had felt filled before and she had been with others, been fucked before. Those memories now paled in comparison with what Tamara subjected her to, the champion’s almost berserk strength easily hauling all those inches of massive, throbbing cock out of the girl, only to be fully applied when jamming, shoving and skewering back in, filling the little seamstress’ body to the brim.

Kathryn moaned. Her eyes were wide, and her body was awash with the overwhelming sensations that came with being properly, primally fucked. One moment, she was so full of potent, powerful elfcock that she could scream out in agonized lust, the next she missed it, feeling empty without that immense, punishing cock bottoming out in her utterly.

Together, their needy, feral lust built up. The hard smacks of sweat-sheened body against body resounded out over the plain, intermixed with moans and grunts that made it seem like exactly what it was; a frail, desperately horny little creature being fucked into the ground by her sire.

Time seemed to slip into the background. Kathryn closed her teeth around some of the grass mat, tearing off a thick bunch of it to clench around, her moans muffling somewhat. She almost screamed her pleasure out, now, feeling more safe in doing so now that she had gagged herself to some small degree. Tamara, obviously, did not care.

Kathryn could only imagine the sight the amazon saw, a small, delicate elven butt entirely warped around that fat, constantly reaming, pounding shaft, hugging it for dear life. The mere mental image was enough to send the seamstress into another pleasure spiral, one she did not emerge from again any time soon.

Tamara pushed the pace again, erratically, desperately hilting that huge, lengthy monster of a cock in the final steps toward orgasm. Kathryn felt it, her head lolling, letting the grass tumble from her mouth, eyes rolling up into her head. It was instinctive, but she knew that the harder, erratic thrusts meant that orgasm was close and when the huntress pushed in as deep as she could and her entire, girthy shaft began to tremble, it was obvious that the delicious end had finally come.

The amazon grunted, her body convulsing so powerfully that Kathryn sensed it supplanting into her own. A split-second later, she felt the reason for the contraction as Tamara’s more than thumb-thick cumvein bulged, that first, creamy, frighteningly potent load of pure, elven seed roping powerfully into Kathryn’s depths.

It was as if that first, filling burst was a whiplash that sent the frail seamstress over the edge again. The next twenty seconds disappeared into a blur of pleasure and bubbling, filling, pumping cum surrounded by her desperate, moaning orgasm, her body shaking in short bursts, her arms twisting in their bonds. She could not contain herself, but did not have to. The weight, ropes and the immense cock filling her to the brim did it for her.

Rope after rope of sludge-thick, copious spunk creamed into her even after she began to come down, and Kathryn became vaguely aware that her front bulged. It did not just bulge with fat dick anymore but with a growing bulge of seed. The sheer amount that the overstimulated, pent-up huntress produced was too much, even though it leaked copiously out of her ass around the unrelentingly hard base of the champion’s dick.

At that moment, Kathryn did not worry about the dangers of being filled to such a degree, she merely let the afterglow turn into a relaxing, fulfilling satisfaction that calmed her and let her enjoy and appreciate the physical representation of Tamara’s lust and love for her.

It took an extra, wonderful ten seconds until the larger elf’s orgasm finally calmed. At that point, Kathryn bulged so much with seed that her belly could pass for one several months pregnant. In the throes of passion, Tamara had gradually leaned a little and now that lean let both of them, panting and sweating, enjoy the fruits of a long night’s labor.

Obviously strained from the rough, punishing ride, Tamara leaned down and scooted onto the small altar, turning more and more, until Kathryn rested on top of her sire. All of that thick monstercock was still buried within her, but rather than squirm, she remained still to admire the sight of it. Tamara wrapped her arms around her mate, satisfied.

Kathryn knew that both she and the huntress expected children, but that night, she sensed that both of them were happy simply to be united both in spirit and in flesh. There would be time for children; plenty of very, very pleasant and rough time. For now, though, she was satisfied with lying there, sharing each other’s warmth and seeing the results of their marriage and first union slowly deflate from her bulging stomach.