Serpent's Tooth

[greatstuffing]

"Oooh!" Worf cooed lasciviously, feeling the gorgon's tight sphincter tense at the intrusion of his giant mushroom head. Whatever sorcery enchanted him had reached his every part, and his prick expanded ever further at his sadistic delight, the soft warmth of the bulb pressed on Phyllis and Warf stroked the fluids around her, seeking admittance for his raging supernatural dong with alternating strokes of tenderness and short jabs of aggression.

"You are going to be perfect!" he moaned, and slid his protruding dick up between Phyllis' legs so she could see the humongous purple battering ram as he rubbed it through her lips and over her clit, having no need of his hands to guide it as he was rigid and his hands enjoying themselves already with her teats.

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Gron fucked liked a slavering wild thing. He _was_ slavering wild thing, driven from his senses by the horny and compliant she-witch he called slave his mind was wrapped in a fog of animal frenzy and the only senses that mattered were the nerve endings in his violent member.

A derangement, a delirium even, overtook him from a potent combination of his adrenaline and testosterone combined with the rampant desire and sexuality of the far more demure but dangerous creature coupled with him.
He howled a long continuous cry, and his hips smashed repeatedly in a blur that slapped Verialyn's superior posterior like repeated whip-cracks, hammering her buttocks and violating her pussy.

He lowered her, head first, grasping only her breasts still so she dangled almost upside down and every action rubbed her face in the grass. He felt her begin to spasm, his howl intensified and his prick throbbed, swelling further and exuding heat like a furnace...

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss felt his prick gliding between her legs, and it felt even larger as the last time, when it had filled her mouth. Looking down, she could see the big, shiny head, as it peaked trough between her tighs from behind. She was getting wet from all his rubbing and pushing over her pussy, and she moaned once, but loud. His fur felt strange, but not all bad.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn at this very moment cared very little for the exact position she was fucked in. The blades of grasss tickling her cheeks were barely registered as her focus, like that of her partner's, was on the centerpiece of their coupling.

And then she came.

Matching the intensity of the act her orgasm hit her hard and violently, her whole body wracked by the waves of pleasure radiating, no storming out from her womb, further stoked by the fire in her mauled tits. She was elated, sent to drift on on a cloud of bliss, and almost automatically her body reacted. The muscles lining her inner walls contracted out of a will of their own, rippling along the meaty length embedded between them, almost as if they wanted to grip the fleeting and returning rod of pleasure like a steel fist coated in velvet.

Gron was about to experience one of the more special treats she could give. Phliss' mastery may lie with her mouth, hers was in the control of that sweet entrance between her legs.

 

[greatstuffing]

Worf tingled at the moan of pleasure and his eyes sparkled with a burst of adrenaline, his mouth was dry and his heart thumped. He knew the time was near.
He stalked around to the gorgon's front and ogled his prize, leaving her to weakly disengage her own limbs from the bars while his gratuitous penis poked the feminine beauty in the belly and then he leant to slurp her from her wet pussy and upwards across both breasts.

He took a handful of her serpentine hair and brought his snout to her face, his eyes lustful yet they spoke of how he willfully restrained himself from completely invading her body in every way he desired.
"You like how Worf treats you, gorgon, my special pet!'

He pulled her by her hair, half-dragging her out of the house and onto the muddy soil outside and slapped her delicious womanly buttocks.

Holding her head back to watch her eyes, he fingered her gently, enjoying her fear mixed with her sensual pleasure. Phyllis felt that hot throbbing against her sex again, as Worf held his cock against her, rubbing his huge ugly purple mushroom against her moist folds.

A beastial howl ripped through the air from somewhere out in the woods. Worf sniffed and.looked up briefly, before he refocussed on his prize.

"Ask Worf nicely and he will fuck you, gorrrrgon.' he burred, licking his own teeth and lips to bring the taste of her onto every part of his mouth.

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Verialyn drew the small death from Gron and he was released. She felt the final knee jerking spasm from the wolfman and the eruption of the hot jet inside her that filled her every part.

She was thrust and jerked violently several times and the howling ceased, then she felt her knees touch the grass, the mammoth meat stick deep insidr her and pinning her down, with the weight of the hairy monster.
He was panting hard, and slowly sunk on top of her, his rod less stiff but still swollen and the bulb held fast inside, keeping them joined.

Gron passed out, his every energy - physical, sexual and soul - entirely expended and the river of his potent liquid remained locked up inside Verialyn, unable to escape from the final embrace.

 

[Cherubian]

At first Verialyn just lay there, pinned to the ground by he heavy mass of wolf man atop her that still immobilized her, pressed her massive udders into the soft earth and made the dry leaves and little twigs prick her bare stomach, her thighs and arms. She did not notice initially, occupied with the recovery from that most intense orgasm. Gron's lovemaking was not very subtle or delicate, but he made up for that with his sheer energy and dominance. At least as far as she was concerned.

Slowly the world came back into focus, though, and with it her rationale resumed its work and began to assess the situation. The still partly erect member lodged firmly inside her was a pleasant distraction even now, but not one that would keep her from thinking clearly.

And think she did. The deep regular breathing interrupted by the occasional snore was a hard to miss indicator that her captor was fast asleep using her as his mattress. Which would be a great opportunity for ...

Slowly first one hand managed to free itself from the heavy ballast without waking him and finally slipped out in the open, ready for the next stage of the plan. One of Gron's arms had dropped close to her head, and with the command of one of her limbs returned to her it was easy for her to slowly angle it closer to her, nearing her inch by inch ... until she sunk her extended fangs into it.

The bite was well placed, and the blood immediately flowed freely, his vein feeding the the two bite marks, eagerly sapped up by her, her lips sealed around the wound to not let a single drop go astray, or worse, leave a traiterous trace of her activity. And it was a potent fluid indeed that ran down her throat. As she had assumed the blood of the wolf men was something more. In addition to the usual sustaing qualities it carried some mysterious essence that had allowed them so easily to overwhelm her friend. And now as her body ingested the deep red, so did it start to absorb that very essence as well. Already she could feel herself adapting, but she also knew this time would not be enough. Assimilating new powers like these took multiple feedings, three most often, at least a day apart from each other. The foundation was laid, though.

Already the flow slowed, and she had to restrain herself not to sink her fangs into the strong flesh again. The wolf man apparently had enhanced regenerative capabilities. Not like the werewloves of the myth, but closer to her own. Enough so that no trace would be left of the wound a mere minutes from now. Carefully she pushed the arm back into its initial position, and then did the same with her own hand.

The deed completed she now could fully enjoy the rest she was given. The oppressive dominance of Gron's weight as well as his wolfhood still claiming her felt pleasantly comforting, and she was content to relax herself and patiently wait for him to awaken. He might feel weaker due to the blood loss, but not so much that it could not be explained by the intense rutting.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss was glad that she was out of that cage at least. Now as he had dragged her out of the house, she could have run, but she knew she would not stand a chance without her powers. And she felt strangely aroused, to tell the truth.
So she just had to give in. She was not sure into which position he would bring her, but she knew he was determined to take her and that he would - no matter what she would do or say.
"Please take me, sir." she said in a shy, low voice, feeling humiliated to beg a wolfman in the woods for something she would rather ask from a shiny handsome knight instead.

 

[greatstuffing]

A grin that was literally wolfish lit Warf's face and he cupped Phyllis' chin.
"Oh yes, very much I will."
Still held by her tresses, Phyllis was led onwards, and upwards towards the hilltop that stood bald amongst the woods. Warf pushed backed the ferns, revealing large outcropping of flint rising from the hill with a flattened and polished top surface.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss walked behind the wolfman, lead by her snakes like being on a leash. Her eyes widened and she turned a bit pale as she saw the flint altar.
"Oh no!" she squeaked, frightened as she renembered his talking about some ritual. Did he think of sacrificing her?

 

[greatstuffing]

At her cry and resistance Warf pulled Phyllis forward with a growl and then gave a sudden tug on her 'hair' that unbalanced her and sent her sprawling forward so her hands landed on the smooth stone.
It was sharp at the edges and stained with several coloured smears, she saw, but as she pushed herself upright she felt Warf bind an ankle with rope, then her pushed her buttocks down against the stone as he looped the other.
The rope had been laying in the grass, it was wet and swollen so the knot did not budge as Phyllis turned, in fact there was little slack and ten yards back it was already ties around a tree trunk. This sacrifice was a regular event it seemed, or else it had been prepared some time back.

Warf had caught up a heavy sack in one hand and he stood close to the gorgon.

"You will get what you want my pretty pet," he rumbled, "And I will take what I want as well. Perhaps this will be a pleasure for us both."
One big paw grasped her shoulder, his fingers digging into her armpit, and he leaned to take one of Phyllis' ripe nipples into his mouth, held delicately in his sharp teeth his rough tongue rasped over the bud in long slow licks.

"Lay down,' he growled threateningly.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss had both ankles tied with the rope now, so kicking or running was out of question anyway. But the rope was long enough to allow her to move around a bit. As the rope was tied to the tree, it indicated the way to put her feet. She layed down on her back, feeling the cold, smooth stone on her back and butt, and on her snakes as well. Her arms were free, but this wasn't much help. She slided back a little, pulling her breasts away from his tongue, and slided backwards until her tighs were on the stone as well, while her feet rested on the ground.

 

[greatstuffing]

Gron sniffed and shifted in his slumber, absently rubbing at his arm. He rolled slowly to one side and sprawled on the grass, the heavy meat of his swollen glans was still plugging Verialyn and it pulled her down with him, to be spooned by his inert form.

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Warf smiled as Phyllis complied and slunk to her side where he grabbed a wrist to pull her full length over the stone. Rope was waiting that end too and he bound her wrists together in a clever series of knots, then pulled so she was spread out tight, with just enough play in the rope for her to bend her knees and elbows halfway.

He began to stroke her across the chest and belly, cooing excitedly. "Time to get you ready, not long now."
The wolf's head appeared again, he jaws between her knees and his hands holdinv them apart as he stared at her sex.
"Now Warf is going to enjoy your taste." he said gleefully, "You get nice and wet for him..."

His wide tongue swept along the inside of Phyllis' knees and up her legs in long strokes. He plainly enjoyed her trembling and she caught sight of his phallis hanging down and hardening once more, his balls swinging dramatically .
He started to lap aggressively at her pussy, growling in his throat and making sounds of enjoyment.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss panted as she felt his tongue sliding over her. Although she wasn't in a very comfortable position, lying on the hard surface, her tied arms and legs stretched out, and her knees pressed apart by force, she was getting really excited. She started to moan while she was really getting wet now. She kept her eyes close, while her snakes squirmed around her, over her body and the stone.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn automatically followed the movement of Gron's massive bulk, ending up on her side as well. Her bare back pressed against the wolf man's surprisingly soft for, the top of her head brushing against the underside of his elongated snout. Seizing the opportunity she curled up and pressed herself even closer against the armth he exuded. For a creature so savage he could be surprisingly cuddly.

Not yet able to find sleep herself Verialyn reached out with one of her hands,and carefully began to tug at the wrist of Gron's arm starting to drag it from its resting position atop his sleeping form and inching it closer to her until finally it half embraced her and the large fingers were gently resting against her massive breast. Satisfied Verialyn let out a languorous smile and gave his still half erect genital a soft squeeze with her vagina before she slumped into a more comfortable position.

 

[greatstuffing]

Verialyn felt the beast snuffle closer, bringing the soft fur of his belly to embrace her back like a rug, and his paw squeezed reflectively against her luscious breast, grasping it briefly before settling, and his cock pulsed similarly in response. Snoozing on their sides, his warm liquid began to emerge from around their coupling and found what route it could across Verialyn's legs, onto the grass.

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Warf set about his task with vigour, and he held the backs of Phyllis' knees on his shoulders so he could drive his tongue right in between her folds to penetrate her. His bulky shoulders pushed up against her buttocks and his nose occasionally grazed the hood of her bud as he thrashed his tongue about.
Like his fucking, his tongue work alternated between a frenzy of brutal thrusting, and a softer more languinous approach. He took his wide rough tongue and spread her lips, licking from the edge of her buttocks all the way through her moistness several times, before returning to his fierce stabbing.

He squeezed his hands tight, letting his nails dig into her at times, encouraging the blend of pain and discomfort with the unavoidable pleasure that his pet seemed to experience.

His hands moved away and he took three items from the sack without removing his tongue. He brought one across Phyllis sex three times, quick swipes of a soft silky brush, and she saw him raise it above his head; a thick stick with a bush of badger hair fixed there.
He sniffed at it, and then brought it down to her again, swirling it around her entrance and deliberately wiping it over her clitoris, before finally tasting it. And the taste seemed to satisfy him.

He took a block of ruddy clay and turned the brush on it until it had picked up a red stain.
"I Mark you with the juice of your own loins." he intoned and looking down where had put the third object she could not see, he copied a rune using the brush to draw on her thigh.

 

[Cherubian]

This was all nice and cozy and comfortable - someone like Gron definitely was suited to keep her warm in a cold night - but Verialyn was starting to wonder how much longer he intended to sleep this way and immobilize her in the process. Even as planted her elbow into the grass and planted her chin on the upturned palm to amusedly study how her thick nipple peeked out between two of his fingers she was reminding herself that they were supposed to clean the house and not doze in the grass.

Well at least it would be Gron's problem if Warf was not satisfied, not hers.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss lay on her back; as he had started his weird chants she has opoened her eyes and looked at the od things he was doing. She knew very well that this were some magic rituals, and that he was very stern about them, and this frightened her very much. Pulling at the ropes did not help, so she gazed at him, breathing fast.

 

[greatstuffing]

Warf gazed down, admiring his artwork and savouring the fear in Phyllis' eyes. He put one paw next to her head and leaned down so his face was close to her, though it did not take up all if her view and she saw him move the brush in his other hand to her breasts. The whisk and swirl of the fine badger hairs moved over and under her ample breasts, leaving the clay stain there and Warf enjoyed her reaction.
He waited for her response and then he swiftly moved to place his lips against her own and forced his powerful tongue into her mouth. She tasted herself.
They was a nip and a stab of pain, Phyllis tastes her blood amongst the wolf saliva and Warf pulled away, to sit up with a drop of her blood on his mouth.
He swirled the brush over her lips and drew another rune, this time over her chest.
"I Mark you with the life of your own heart." he continued.

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Gron's eyes opened and he smiled at the creature nestled with him. He pushed his nose into her hair and sniffed, and immediately his phallus hardened, the scent triggering an automatic response so his hips moved with it, pushing his recent sticky load about. He felt the delight of her phenomenal breast under his paw and now his action became more deliberate.
"You rut well, I will have you before and after every meal from now on."

He fucked her forcefully, fast but nowhere near as rapid as his earlier frenzy. One hand held her hip still and his huge jaws gripped the back of her neck, hus teeth pressing in to warn her to hold still. In less than a minute he launched another mess into Verialyn and quickly pulled himself out.
He stood and stretched, looking about.
"It's late," he frowned and glared at Verialyn. "You delayed us devil-bitch, grab your sticks and get to your work."
Gron cast around and caught up several branches himself. One long thin stick he flicked it in the air and glared at her as though he meant to use it as a switch.

 

[Belinda35]

"Don't kill me!" cried Phyliss. "Alive I'm so much better...who else has a living gorgon...if you slave me, you have me longer... I am not aging... don't you like my body..you don't want to waste it...nononolookatmetakemybodynotmyheart"
The gorgon pulled at the ropes in despair, but they were to firm.

 

[greatstuffing]

"Hur hur hur!" Warf laughed evilly and for a moment he thought he might let his prey think that. But then he considered what would be possible if she thought she could earn her life back instead.
He reached down from where he knelt over her and held Phyllis by the chin. His heavy balls lay on her belly and his stiff cock ran up between her splayed breast. As he leaned down again Phyllis could feel his spongy cockhead weeping a slimy dribble onto her neck. He pushed a fraction forward so it pressed into her throat and glared into her frightened eyes.
"I don't have to, that is true, but you are so disobedient..."

Where he gripped her chin his fingers dug into her cheeks and crushed them against her teeth, forcing her mouth open.
"I am going to fuck you in nine unholy ways... and draw every inch of cum from you until the last breath of your life to make my magic. Right now I don't see a good reason to care if you survive."

He grasped his hard meat in one hand and slapped it against Phyllis' cheek, it left a wet thread that attached them. His hand was big enough to grip Phyllis head yet it scarcely went around the shaft, and he let go to prove it by holding the back of the gorgon's head, fingers grasping snakes to it.
"Show me how well you suck and we'll see if that is a good enough reason."

 

[Belinda35]

The gorgon's eyes starte to fill with tears.
"Please I do all waht you want me to." she looked into his eyes as she was begging. "Please I am so sorry if I did something wrong..."

 

[greatstuffing]

Warf was a beast it was true, and a malicious brute as well, but even his hard heart was not entirely made of stone. He felt some slight empathy with this other creature made of sorcery, and he had even invested some serious emotion in the warped and complex fantasy he imagined for them both, despite his violence.
His left eye twitched, the only outward sign that he was not entirely callous. His fingers.eased and began to massage her scalp.
"I like you pretty gorgon, and I have given you a chance here to prove your worth. Do not waste it, obey me and I will protect you so I can use your body every day after this one."

His soft ministrations turned to her breasts and he licked his lips while he fondled her, his desire rising and unsated, he pushed his large purple bell between her lips so she could.taste.him.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss hadn't tim to answer, but she wanted to sigh as she felt she was smooting him. Just as she opened her mouth her lips felt the tip of his big tool. Afraid of annoying him again, she opened her mouth wide and licked carefully over the soft bulb in front of her.

 

[Cherubian]

After Gron had disengaged Verialyn took a few more seconds to savor the aftermath of their most recent intercourse. Spurred on by the rather clear command she finally began to get to her feet, although slowly and with visible effort, apparently still under the effect of the intense pounding. Let him think he was the stud, more fun was to be had this way.

When she started to collect her previous gatherings, though, repeatedly bending down to pick up yet another branch, it was impossible to miss how the wolf man's two combined loads were following the law of gravity and pressuring her nether lips to leave her womb. The first drops were already slipping out,running down the inside of her thigh in a small but noticeable trail.

"Master" she therefore demurely addressed him "if I am supposed to clean your residence, it might be beneficial to first be given an opportunity to clean myself, lest I would leave the trails of our copulation where ever I walk."

 

[greatstuffing]

Gron grumbled and scuffed his feet, then sternly replied, "You'll get a pail of water at the house, we've tarried enough."
The unspoken implication that Warf would be annoyed was apparent enough to damage Gron's pride and he needed to reassert himself. normally he would fuck her again, perhaps in her arse but he could not afford further delay.
He wet his lips while he watched Verialyn bending over to collect her sticks and fondled his deflated phallus, squeezing the last of their juices and scents onto his palm. The sated beast followed close behind Verialyn sniffing at his hand and watching her firm buttocks move.
The temptation was confused by his inability to resolve it, so he flicked the stick quickly on her butt where he wanted to fuck, producing a sting and a welt she would feel for hours.
"Move it, toy."

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Warf let out a terrific sigh and pushed himself inside Phyllis mouth where he held her face. His balls had been straining for some while now but the divine creature beneath him was too good to ruin quickly and he intended to make the experience last a while. He had expected some of her disobedience but she did not seem to be enjoying herself as much as he had hoped so after a few minutes of her pleasuring him while he played with her nipples he decided she need more encouragement.

He pulled back and nestled between her legs. The ropes allowed only a tight squeeze, so Phyllis thighs held him tight. He put his thumb on the top of the opening and rubbed the fleshy hood there, pinning her hips down, as though he knew enough of her anatomy to expect a significant reaction. He took his meat in his other hand and rubbed it up her slit gathering more moisture.
"Perhaps you are ready now little pet." He asked quietly but bared his teeth. "Since you licked me well I will allow a gift, you may ask me to fuck you either hard or fast. Now ask nicely..."

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn heard the whirring of the stick, and she felt puff of air as it rapidly descended onto her behind, and it took her very quick thinking and discipline to not evade the assault and strike back. Instead the wood leashed over the soft flesh of her buttock, and even as the pain began to radiate she knew there might be a problem.

The wolf man surely expected to have left his mark. And he had, however the reddened mark as well as the welt would not be quite as prominent as he expected, and the would not last for that long either. He was not whipping a human girl after all. This in turn might become a big giveaway, depending on how attentive Gron was to such details.

"What was that for, master?" she asked him once the wince had left her face, her expression one of clear surprise.