Exotic Tastes

Shira sat there silently for a few minutes, just watching him, before she finally spoke.

"Tarr is it, yes? You see I do not know what is happening with me myself. I know I should be scared of you, since you caught me and took me, and since I am still your captive. Just like the women out there you have shown me. And a part of me is.

But it simply feels great to ... be fucked by you. I can not explain it. And that is why I am confused."
 
"Well then.. Why don't we wait till the food is done, and then I will fuck you all night long?" Tarr suggested. Looking at her, his long shaft growing hard.

"I'll fuck you in every hole as much as you want..." He said and went about cooking the food. Shira made note about the other tools and such around with magic symbols.
 
Shira was a little surprised at his offer, and most of all that he left the choice up to her. The prospect itself was exciting, but even with her magic she had her limits, and for Tarr's enormous organ there was only one orifice in her body where he could enter without her betraying herself by being just too stretchable. Not that she minded that restriction too much. She was also curious about how he had obtained all these items with magical properties, such things were rare in the world at large. Well, she could try to find out.

So she looked at his growing hardness, and replied "Uhh, as much as I'd love to, I fear after one or two more gos at it I will be done for the day, my endurance has her limits. And there is only one hole you will fit into. Looking at that gigantic thing of yours I am surprised that even that works."

She felt a bit naughty, though, so she got up and stood right next to him where he was preparing the foot, and one of her hands reached out and slowly traced its fingertips along his member. Then she seemed to notice the tools.

"But say, are these magic symbols over there?"
 
Tarr shivered slightly under her soft hands along his member, it's warm feeling soothing under her touch.

"Yes long before the war between our people a witch from your race came and gave us many things. She helped us speak and become what we are today... Many believe the items she left us were the reason your people came to hunt us.." Tarr told her, not sure why, feeling like he could trust her.

"And only one or two more times? Hmm that is disappointing... Your the best fuck I've had in a very long time... But I guess you are human after all... Don't have the stamina as my kind.." He said, as he put one of the fish on a stick aside to cool and put another one closer to the fire.
 
Shira's hand wandered up his shaft as she nodded in thought for a moment. She had come across some vague hints about that witch during the cursory research she conducted right before the start of her expedition, but she did not give them too much credibility. Maybe she should have investigated further, the legacy of that woman might be very interesting. But that was for another day, she was here to have fun and not to rob these people of their treasures.

Finally her hand enclosed the head of his cock as far as she could. She started to squeeze gently as her thumb ran across the opening slit. As she did so she casually continued the conversation.

"Your people really must be a sturdy bunch, but if you fuck all night and work all day, when do you sleep?"

Looking down at his free hand she added "And I got the impression that groping the breast of a female is not a very popular sexual practice amongst the males of your kind. Why is that so?"
 
"When we find a mate we like, we are known to go many moons with out sleep.." He told her, and enjoyed her soft hands on his cock, so different from his own people. He held out a hand and let his claws extend from his finger tips.

"Between our teeth and claws our females are only good for breeding.." He told her. Thinking about how his race and humans were different. How his past mates were to bring about another life, and nothing else.

"So what about you? Humans are able to mate and bring about offspring much quicker then we are..." He asked, still enjoying her soft hands on his cock, something so different from females of his kind.
 
"If you want to know whether I have children or a husband the answer is no. I probably am just not ready for that yet."

She paused a bit while continuing to fondle him. "So when you mate with one of your kind it is just a quick and rough affair, shove your manhood into her until you unload your seed, and then you are done? No fondling or foreplay?"

She was, however, intrigued at the thought of two beast people mating, and hoped she would get a chance to watch that at least once before leaving.

Turning her body to face him, she suggested "Then maybe you want to try something new?" as she pulled her shoulders back slightly and jutted out her breasts towards him.
 
"Something new?" Tarr asked, still very much enjoying her soft touch. But unsure what she wanted. He looked at her, and his cock twitch in her hands, the sight of her body turned him on more then he thought a human would.

"And yes... my kind mate to make offspring and that is that. We are not totally unlike humans.. But we don't tend to form the same bonds your kind do.." He told her, remembering a few of his past mates.

"Mating for my people is different then yours... We do it so our kind will live on... Many times those who mate don't know each other at all. If it wasn't for that witch we would still be living in cave most likely.." He watched her hands, so small and soft on his member.
 
"Yes, something new. Like touching my breasts." Sometimes things had to be spelled out.

Then she continued "You are right, humans can from strong bonds beyond sex... but that is not always the case, a lot of times we simply copulate for the pure pleasure of it, and even go to great lengths to ensure that no offspring comes from it. And in those cases it is not uncommon for us to not know our partner that well, either..."
 
Tarr reached out carefully and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, fighting back his instincts to simply fuck her again. Her soft hand had his hardness twitching for her under those soft hands.

"We take pleasure in our mating, but most times it gets rough.." He told her, a claw ever so slightly coming out, not hard enough to brake her skin but enough to know it was there as he held her soft breast in his hand. It soon retracted so as to not hurt Shira.
 
His large hand on her breast felt wonderful, and the short fur on his fingers added an exquisite touch. Shira could not help but moan at his contact. Even his claw slightly grating over her soft and milky flesh added to her growing arousal. She told him "Yes, that feels good. Could you maybe knead them a little?"

Meanwhile her hand left his head and started to run along the full length of his impressive shaft again. It was an exhilarating feeling to have her hand run over that monument of manliness. As she enjoyed the feeling she continued "From your description a mating of your people must be a sight to behold. So much feral passion unleashed..."
 
"Yes and no, it gets rough... Female of my kind put up a fight too, they do not wish for their offspring to be weak." Tarr said, and brought his other hand up to cup both of Shira's breasts. And began to squeeze them softly, every now and again a claw would move over her soft milky flesh.

His eyes washed over her body, he did not fully understand why he was feeling this way towards her. Either way her hands felt nice and he could feel the build up. She'd take a load at least as large as the first one if not bigger if she kept up her sexy touch with her hands.
 
Shira looked down and intently followed his movements as his hands supported and kneaded her weighty breasts and caused pleasant sensations radiate out from them.

She brought her second hand to work on his member as well. One went back to encircle its tip and carefully work and knead it, while the other hand lifted his huge balls.

Unexpectedly she asked "Say, Tarr, how much longer until dinner is ready. I seem to have quite the appetite today."
 
Tarr had all but forgotten about the food and when asked he looked over and the one fish had been blackened on one side. He quickly let go of Shira's breasts, but paused a moment before picking up the stick with the fish. He set that one aside and put another fire over the fire.

"Dinner will be done soon.." He told her, still feeling her hands working him. He watched the fire, but continued to stay hard for Shira. He purred softly as she worked him and he made sure not to burn the fish this time.
 
Shira had to chuckle a bit as she watched him frantically trying to salvage as much as possible from the burnt food. She only regretted that his hands were occupied elsewhere now.

Continuing with what she was doing she waited until the food would finally be ready.
 
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Tarr went about cooking the fish. He sighed when he had to get up and get some bread before he sat back down with Shira. The fish was done, and he handed her a stick with a fish impaled on it, this one had cooled some so it wouldn't burn her when she tried to eat it.

"So where were you headed again> And what were you going to do once you got there?" He asked, something was a bit off, did he really want to know where and why she was passing through the area? He put it aside for now, it was almost like it was someone else asking.
 
Shira took the fish and bread offered to her and sat down opposite of Tarr at the table. She slowly began to eat, and both the fish and the bread tasted rather well.

"I told you already, I was heading for Senvola. I usually work as a caravan guard - yeah, great guard who lets herself be caught while asleep - and the pay in the north has become poorer with each passing year. I could not find a caravan heading south, so I went on my own."

While she said that she coudl not help but gaze at Tarr's muscular form across from her, and most prominantly the tip of his still erect monster cock that peeked out above the table surface. Her loins began to stir at the sight, and a kinky thought crossed her mind.

So, without having eaten much so far, she gut up and moved her food over the table next to Tarr's. "You know, I do not think we need two chairs for dinner" was her comment as she strode around the table with a wicked grin. Once next to Tarr she did not wait for a response, but instead nimbly lifted one leg across his lap and began to lower herself, her back facing him and her shoulder blades lightly brushing against his soft fur. She paused for a moment as she could feel the tip of his member pressing against her pussy.
 
Tarr nodded and listened to her reasons why she was headed through the area. He had started to enjoy his own food when Shira moved over and moved herself over his cock and lowered herself against his tip. But he was hungry now and was a bit rough with her as he put a pawed hand on her shoulder.

"Sit down.." Was all he said to her as he pushed her, roughly down his full length, sliding his fully erect shaft into her depths with out even blinking. Tarr didn't feel it, but Shira would, the moment Tarr had her impaled to his balls she felt a flash of pain. The magic she used to protect herself from his size weakened for a blink of an eye before continuing to protect her. Someone other then Tarr was watching them, someone with powerful magic to be able to do this. Shira knew this was meant as a message to her. Tarr continued to eat once she was seated on his cock, letting out a few soft purrs now again again between eating.

"So then... If you were a caravan guard... You must have stories of battle to tell... Have you fought against my kind in your travels?" Tarr asked her.
 
Shira was about to sigh lustfully while Tarr roughly forced her onto him when the pain hit. She bent forward, seemingly as if the sensations were again too much for her to bear momentarily, and let out another sigh while her mind raced.

Someone had attacked her magic. Whoever it was had not been able to permanently banish the spell, but had most definitely been scrying on her. She had been overly careless. Only because she had not encountered another mage for a couple decades did not mean none were around, and the magical items around the city should have warned her. She immediately concentrated to put up an anti scrying shield, and her best protective charm against magical attacks. But she would have to investigate this at the first opportunity.

Now that the most immediate concerns were addressed she gave the impression of having adjusted to the pole of flesh inside her. She even contracted herself around it a bit playfully as she got into an upright position again. That thing did feel great inside her. Even just sitting on it was wonderful.

When she reached for her food again she answered Tarr's questions "That is a common misconception, actually. Caravan guards usually are hired as a deterrant so that there are no fights, at least not if the caravan owner is smart and hires enough of them. I have not had to fight a lot in my travels, and those fights I was in were only smaller skirmishes. All against human bandits of the stupid kind. If the bandits are well organized it is most likely the last fight for the caravan guards."
 
Tarr listened as he finished his food and nodded. He understood what she said but often he had heard of raids by his people on many the caravan for food and other items. He didn't think she would have lived through an attack, but one never knows.

"So this is your new toy is it?" Tarr turned to see a female beastman standing in his door way. She wasn't as tall as Tarr was but she was beautiful woman. She was a leopard with huge tits. She was naked other then a loincloth much like Tarr's own.

"So human... Why don't you get off him and get me ready to mate?" She said. walking over and discarding her loincloth. Tarr said nothing, knowing in his head he had been told he would mate soon. This was the woman he was to mate with, he had meet her the one time when it was being set up but that was it. Tarr didn't even know her name.
 
Shira was at least as startled by the voice at the door as Tarr. She looked around and took in the form of the beastwoman, watching silently as she approached. Was she an acquaintance of Tarr, or even more? Probably more judging by the fact that she just had discarded her loincloth and was displaying the fact that down there between her legs she was not different from a human woman, except for the size of course.

Shira was unsure what exactly the woman wonted from her, or how to proceed, so she twisted her upper body and looked back and up at Tarr with a silent questioning expression on her face.
 
"You have a working mouth..." She said and motioned to her crotch. She looked at the human, eyes of a predator, ready to strike at her if she should try to hurt her.

Tarr looked down at Shira and then looked up at the leopard woman. "So you were the one chosen for me to mate with then?" He asked her. She only nodded and looked at Shira. She growled at her and continued to watch her.

"Well?!" She hissed at shira as she watched the human woman, eying her up. She glanced at Tarr a moment and back to Shira and she continued to glare at her like prey.
 
Shira shrunk back at the Leopard woman's irate glare and her angry hiss. Once more she turned and looked up at Tarr fearfully, looking for support, but it seemed he did not intend to aid her against the beast woman.

So she finally, hesitantly, started to lift herself upwards, off of her current masters manhood, until he finally slid out of her completely. She felt so empty at that moment, her aroused vagina longing to have him inside her once more. But there was not much she could do about this now, at least not without blowing the whole affair.

So she sunk to her knees in front of Tarr's mate to be. Just like him she was significantly larger than a human, and even with Shira's upper body fully upright her face was right in front of the crotch she was supposed to stimulate.

Shira looked up and gave another pleading 'Do I really have to do this?' look, and as no change was made in the insistent demeanor she bent her head forward until the tip of her nose could feel the woman's soft fur right above her genital area. Her tongue darted forwards for the first probing contact with the clitoris, as she lifted one hand to let the finger tips run along her folds lightly.
 
She let out a loud purr as she was licked. And because of the way mating worked it was rare that she would be licked, and so became wet very quickly. After only a few moments she pushed Shira aside and looked at Tarr.

"Play time is over..." She said and took a swing at Tarr. He dodged the clawed hand and moved out of the chair he had been sitting in and onto the floor in a battle ready stance. This didn't seem to phase the beastwoman as she jumped at Tarr again, taking another swipe at him.

Shira watched as the two did what looked like battle, throwing a punch or two and a kick, even drawing some blood when a clawed hand got to close to another. The two went on for a short while before Tarr was able to get around behind her and grab her tail. She took a swing at him and with his free hand grabbed her forearm and then twisted it behind her back and pushed her to the ground and impaled her with his cock.

"Mmm seems I was right in picking you as my mate..." She said as she was being held down by Tarr and fucked from behind. She had lost and so there was little she could do. She looked around to find Shira and looked at her.

"So how long have you been Tarr's pet?" She asked, like nothing was wrong as Tarr forced himself in and out of her pussy.
 
Shira struggled a bit to keep her balance as she was pushed by the beastwoman, and then retreated with her back to the wall to leave as much space as possible to the brawling couple. The mating rites amongst these people definitely were different, but it seemed not to cause Tarr too much trouble to overwhelm her.

She watched fascinated as he roughly wrestled the woman to the floor and unceremoniously began to hump her. In a strange and exotic way the whole scene was fascinating and arousing to watch, the ferocity and brutality of the foreplay as well as the act. The only pity was that there was no penis to fill her while she watched. And if Tarr's stories from earlier the same day were right the two would be occupied for quite some time.

To her surprise she was casually addressed by the beastwoman, As it seemed the fight itself was over she moved over to one of the chairs and sat down as she replied "Oh, we only met this morning", seemingly taking no offense at being called a 'pet' while she continued to watch intently.
 
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