Serpent's Tooth

"Maybe I like the thrill of danger? Or I just believe you are smart enough to realize it would do you more harm than good?" WWarf growled as he looked down at the gorgon kneeling before him. It indeed felt quite new and exciting to have those snakes swirl all over his private parts, and Phyliss could feel how as a reaction the throbbing in his phallus intensified.

This also was the reason why - for now - the wolf man forgave her her sharp words. Not much longer, though.

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Verialyn's eyes went wide at the rather unexpected questions, and she eyed Gron for a few secoonds before she started to formulate a reply.

"What I want here? Nothing! Maybe you remember that it was you who dragged me to this place and made me search for some makeshift cleaning equipemnt in the woods. And the gorgon? She never harmed me, so why should I not travel with her?"
 
Phyliss, still kneeling bowed her head down, but stopped again and looked up to the wolfman. "I heard you wanted to sell us. This cage shows your slavetraders... but for what? I can't imagine what you need money for. Clothes, furniture, food? I don't see any of that here."

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"No human would travel with a gorgon, even if it is a tamed one. And you showed no fear as I caught you. Nor disgust as I fucked you. Don't think I am stupid!" He growled once more and got closer.
 
Warf's hand shot forward between the bars, his fingers digging into the mass of snakes and clamping around the back of Phyliss' head before he strongly pulled her towards him, the tip of his prick approaching her lips at rapid speed.

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"Well, you do have a nice tool dangling between your legs. One that feels good." Verialyn replied, even sporting something akin to a sly grin. "So why should I be disgusted when you are letting me enjoy it?" As if to emphasize her point one of her hands slowly extended towards the discussed body part.
 
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Gron's hulking shoulders had bristled, his muscles twitched and his hairs stirred all over his body, sending a ripple across his bulging form.
He slid forward with a powerful ease, his fierce eyes remained locked on the woman - ready to fight if she turned out to be more dangerous than she appeared.

He moved to one side of her so he could see her tremendous outline and his huge meat swinging between his giant thighs began to engorge. He stopped and it swung like a pendulum, slapping one knee matted with coarse hair.

Gron raise his wet nose and sniffed her quickly, then he leant closer and his nostrils flared as he took a long deep breath to capture all the scent. She was exhilarating, nerve-tinglingly sexual and he leaned further, his nose towards her bare neck to try and capture more of the alluring and predatory part of her scent.
 
Grons hand shot forward and he grabbed the girls black hair.
"I said I'm not stupid. I do fuck when I want and who I want, but I now I see you want to distract me. I'm not a dickhead like Warf. So a last time- speak up!" he pulled her hair and jerked her head. He was feeling some arousement, and even felt a movement in his cock, but he would make that one speak.

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It went to fast to even decide what to do. Phyliss lips were almost closed as they were hit by the huge, soft tip of his cock. It even made a slapping sound, and Phyliss wondered if she had pushed things to far, but it was to late now.
 
Warf growled in his throat as his entry was denied and he pulled the gorgon's head towards him with his full strength, furious his treat was not accomodating him.
Phyllis found her face squeezed between the bars of the cage and the bulbous wolfhood thrusting into her gums, attacking her nose and bashing at her teeth with Warf's unfocussed hip pulses.

Suddenly he lifted her instead, and pushed one shoulder so she spun around, back to the cage, her buttocks straddling a bar, and his huge forearm came across her throat, holding her there while he panted and tried to recover from his frenzy.
 
Just as phyliss decided that opening her mouth and swallowing his huge cock would be the better idea, she realized that she had hesitated to long. She felt herself bolted around roughly, and ended up with her throat clasped by his huge prank. She made a frightened shriek, her eyes wide open in fear.
 
With her shriek, Warf rasped a single laugh and then surged upwards, snatching a wrist through the bars and pulling it back, Phyllis found her elbow stuck at head height, and he breathed from over her shoulder and into her ear, "No... more... chances...You will be broken now, so I can prepare the ritual properly.'

He licked her neck with his thick rasping tongue, up to her ear and then to her cheek and forehead.
He had a free hand now, with her arm pinned and his arm across her throat, so he placed the thick leathery pads of one paw on her breasts, gathering them in just one huge mitt and kneeding them and rubbing her delicious nipples in circles.
He salivated and drooled onto her back with barely contained lust. "How does this make you feel? More compliant yet?", he snarled.
 
"Don't hurt me, I was just teasing!" begged Phyliss, feeling really frightened this time. Nevertheless, her breast responded to his fondling, and she could feel her nipples harden. But his saliva was just arkward... her breathing went faster and she instinctevely pulled to break away, even if her strength gave her no chance against the huge wolfman.
 
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"Hurt you?" Warf snarled, "Is that what you think?"

He took his hand away and up to her face where he extended one claw and hel it in front of her eye.
The point touched her brow with the slightest scatch, yet still without her magic it hurt and made her flinch. He drew the digit down her cheek, barely softly enough it would not mark, down her throat, over her clavicle and he twirled it around her shoulder with lusty glee.

"Of course I'm going to hurt you." he spat and his forearm tensed across he throat, while his claw flicked across the gorgon's outspoken nipples.
 
Phyliss whimpered as she felt the talon so close to her face, almost cutting her. She tried to move away, pressing herself hard against the cold metal, as if she wanted to crawl through the bars.
"Please... I wont do it again..." she said in a high, weak voice, while her squeezed big breasts where throbbing in his painful grip.
 
"Ah..." the wolfman breathed, "Better..."

His forearm relaxed just enough that Phyllis could move her chin left and right. The paw turned over and the rough hair of the back whispered under her breasts and over her areolas as if to take away the hurt.
Warf's huge maw came close to the gorgon's ear again and his slabs of teeth held her earlobe in a pinch. His paw dropped down to her mons and stroked upwards with all of his thick digits. He was very firm with her but not as rough and she began to feel each joint of bone as the knobs of knuckle passed over her lips and quim.
 
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"Agggghhh...." Phyliss felt relieved that her begging made him threatening her less, and taking some force and pain away. She was still very frightened, especially from his teeth at her ear, and a bit disgusted, but the rough rubbing of his huge, furry hands wasn't that bad. It was even a bit exciting. Her nibbles were firm, and she nearly surpressed a faint moan, that was partly pain, but a bit arousement as well.
 
His bristly chest pushed up against her with the bars still in between, his own nipples had hardened and the nubs stimulated multiple points, rubbing her spine when he moved. He kept the pressure on, her head held back by her throat, her arm trapped in the bars beginning to numb and the teeth on her ear.

The leather pad of his free hand pushed brutally against her clitoris and the fingers stroked between her lips, each one in turn sinking enough to gain some moisture. His heavy hairy balls nestled in the small of her back and his animal shaft stood pressed up her spine, hot and pulsing.
 
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Phyliss pressed her lips together just not to make a sound, but she could not surpress another low moan, and she even felt getting moist. While her body was trapped, her snakes squirled and squirmed around in a frenzy, but they did not bite her captor.
 
Verialyn was fully alert. The wolf man was dangerously close, and it was very hard to guess what he was thinking at this moment. Was he merely guessing? How much did he know? Would she have to end her little game prematurely?

"What?" she therefore asked, her head leaning back as far as his paw clutched in her hair allowed "I was just telling the truth, I liked your dick."
 
Warf responded instantly to Phyllis' moan, pushing on her thigh to part her legs further, but he kep pushing and the gorgon felt her foot and ankle pass through the bars as well, her foot then awkwardly held then with his own thick leg.

He released her throat and now both his hands grabbed at her ripe breasts, squeezing them into him. He had moved her slightly, even in his wild lust he had his wits and a determined idea for her, so that now her arse was spread by two bars of the cage, and Phyllis could feel his musky sweat running down her back and around her bared anus as his raging penis started to probe, somewhat carefully.
 
Gron was unsure, it was not something he had heard before but it sounded like a good thing, it would certainly make getting what he wanted easier. He felt his heart beat hard, diverting an extra pint of blood that made the part of him in question begin to rise.

"Use your mouth on it then." he said with a kind of malicious glee.
He slapped a hand against the unnatural woman's behind to feel the bouyant flesh and keeping watch for her reaction he ran a finger between her cheeks and under her lips where he clumsily pushed it inside her pussy.
 
Verialyn's whole body stiffened noticeably as the wolf man's finger began its slow but determined journey through the crack of her rear to sneakily approach her pussy entrance from behind and then dive into it headlong, or rather fingertip-long. At that intrusion she reflexively rose to the tips of her toes, sending her toes to a jiggle and reaching with her right arm towards the tree behind her to keep her balance.

Throughout all of this she appeared confused, unsure, even a bit afraid. And while most of those emotions were genuine, that was not for the reasons Gron might imagine. Verialyn's oral skills were not very impressive. Definitely not even close to what her friend could do with her mouth - and throat for that matter. Mostly because, well, sticking a fully engorged male genital, filled to the brim with hot pulsating blood, into the mouth of a vampire, even someone who's heritage was not fully developed, was a rather risky endeavor. Whenever that happened it would take her most of her concentration and willpower to not just take a bite. And what was left of her concentration in those moments left little room for finesse.

So she instead lowered her eyes as her body settled down after the initial jump, and looking at the tips of her toes she suggested with a subdued voice "Wouldn't my master rather want to fuck me facing that tree behind me? I would enjoy that very much..."
 
Gron's eye widened and his heart leapt, "Yeah! Yeah yeah!" he barked enthusiastically and swung his suddenly willing prize around by her hair and removing his errant finger he pushed her cheek against the bark.
 
Not knowing how close his favourite organ had come to injury, Gorn quickly placed the bulk at the entrance to Verialyn's canal and took a moment to assess the situation.
As far as he was concerned he can come out on top, but the nagging thoughts about the woman remained and he made sure to remember it later, after he had lost his seed, eaten and maybe also taken a nap.

For now he was content to gaze at the firm buttocks and the impeccable view afforded by the most fantastic mammaries he had ever seen, hanging down like over-ripe fruit and his balls lifted as his beastly prick became totally and painfully engorged almost to bursting.

Gorn grunted brutishly and held one of Verialyn's shoulders to drive his cock fully into her slightly moist pussy with a loud howl of satisfaction.
His groin pushed on her ass and lifted her feet from the ground then he withdrew and slammed into her once more.
 
Verialyn, feeling the bark's rough texture on her face, could not help as her lips formed into a triumphant smile shielded from the wolf man behind her. Apparently the one named Gron was not very insistent on particulars as long as he got his general wish, and in this case even in a way most pleasing to her.

Her arms cane up, the lower arms already pressing against the trunk at her head's height in preparation of the inevitable onslaught, ready to brace herself against the force most definitely going to drive her against the tree. And that was exactly what happened.

She howled in lust the first time she was impaled, all smile gone from her face, replaced by an expression of bliss as it scraped slightly upwards and her whole body was temporarily elevated. The moment he withdrew and her soles got to settle into the grass once more she started a genuine "Thank Yoouuuuuuuuuu....", her speech morphed into another languorous moan.
 
Gorn pounded at a reasonable pace, huffing big breaths and enjoying every moment as he bash away, his furred groin both tickling and crushing his slave's firm rear.
He pulled her arm away from the tree and held her by both wrists, pulling her arms straight and bending her so he could thrust harder.
With her cries becoming more pleased every moment he growled happily, "Yeh! You like Gron fucking you! See if you like it everything I can do to you."

He grabbed Verialyn around her biceps, pinning her arms to her sides and finally getting hold of the luscious tits he so admired. Between pulling on her nipples and licking the back of her neck, he let her breasts graze the tree and began to lean backwards, his knees pushing the backs of her own knees and his thrusts pushing more and more upwards, so his fucking kept her feet off of the ground entirely now.
 
Phyliss squeaked as she felt her leg pulled through the bars as well.
"This hurts..." she pleaded, but assumed he would not care much. The bars were cold and hard as her body was pressed into them, and her buttocks were pulled apart in her stretched position. She was moist in her crack, but not enough to lube her anus, if it was that he was after. Even worse, each time after she healed herself her anus returned to it's virginal state, so each anal was a new defloration. At least her maidenhood wasn't restored, so that she wasn't deflorated if taken the natural way in.
 
Whoa, that wolf man was not one for half measures. Pinned between him and the tree, her arms helt tightly at her sides, Verialyn was almost completely immobilized now, like a puppet in his strong grip. So unless she wanted to prematurely end the wild rutting there was not much she could do. Neither did she want to.

And so her moans, exaggerated for better effect, began to echo through the forest accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of Gron's furry hips against her buttocks, compressing them every time he hilted himself into her. She was thoroughly fucked, literally, and she had no qualms to let him know that. "Ungh ... yes ... just like that ... ooohhhh yeaaahhhh...."

In and out, in and out the hard rod went, a tight fit that stretched her every time in such a wonderful way. And with all the unrelenting pistoning it was only a matter of time until she could feel her passion build to the point where it was close to exploding. Any second now...
 
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