Serpent's Tooth

[greatstuffing]

Still absorbed more in playing with himself, Gron looked up a little surprised at his plaything speaking back to him. He frowned, in either confusion or in suspicion and growled "Move it or you'll get another one."

He was puzzled and his senses were warning him to beware, though he had not whipped her to make a mark, and would not have understood what he saw even had he noticed. Instead there was something more unconscious and more significant. He was a predator, one of the toughest, and without Warf around he was the pack alpha too. He knew how prey were supposed to behave and Verialyn just did not.
Before his senses were overcome with lust, it was too easy to ignore the danger for a delectable tush and gargantuan mammories that showed such compliance and stiffened his cock to bursting. But now he became aware of it, and the tingle of fear pushed adrenaline up his spine. His muscles bristled and became taught, expecting an attack.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss was sweating now and really getting wet, and she bit her lips because she did not want to squeak loud. Her voice sounded somehow pressed as she answered him, while she tried not to squak out in excitement.
"Fuck me hard, please- ee--- master" she hissed, and pressed her lips together again.

 

[greatstuffing]

Warf stared downwards between his pet's parted knees, his own panting deep and rhythmic like a trance, his eyes fixated on his member covered glistening in both of their juices. He moved his hips while he pressed his mushroom-shaped head against Phyllis so it slid slowly up between her wet lips, parting them smoothly so the bulb appeared where she could see it over her mons and his solid shaft stood upright between her lips, covering her opening.

She felt the warmth of him throbbing against her, his balls hung down resting like lead weights pushing against the bottom of her vulva and caressing her ass cheeks.

Warf pinched the gorgon's hood under his glans and squeezed it softly, fascinated by Phyllis' writhing and by the feel of it on his cock. He spread the soft flesh upwards so he could rub himself directly onto her clitoris and pressed the bulging knob onto her, sliding back and forth and up and down over their juices and maintaining contact with the little nub the whole time.

Warf looked up to the gorgon and she could see his dilated pupils and far-away gaze, he was charged with a powerful energy ready to be unleashed, his deep panting and a long drip of drool hung down from his bared teeth.
He spoke slowly in a deeper huskier voice, "I did not hear... What did you say?"

He seem to have genuinely been temporarily deaf - or so obsessed he could not hear - but the evil glint in his eyes came to life and said he wanted to hear it again.

 

[Cherubian]

Whatever eventuality Gron was steeling himself for, it did not come. Verialyn instead continued to pick up the last of the twigs andbranches before rising back to full height while tucking the plant material into a siingle large bundlle under her left arm. Briefly glancing at the wolf man she got the impression that something was amiss, some barely tangible sense of suspicion present in his posture. That was all she got, though, no indication of the source or intensity of his mistrust. She had no mind reading capabilities like some of the more pure blodded vampires, and was left to guessing.

"I would not want that..." she matter of factly commented therefore before turning and starting the march back to the hut. Paying no heed to it the combined mess of two wolf man ejaculations was now starting to flow freely down the insides of her thighs and eventually seep into the grass whereever she touched it. Should anyone wish to track them, he would have a field day, but again this was not her problem.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss made her first short squeak as she tried to speak. She was really aroused now, mixed with fear.
"Please fuck me hard master...Pleeease..." she looked up to him wide eyed, panting hard.

 

[greatstuffing]

Gron watched the woman leave, waiting for any outward sign of danger. Some yards ahead he began to settle, his breathing returned to normal. His gaze drifted to the lovely mesmerising stride of the pert buttocks, and though he thought about his fist clenched on the stick, and hiw he might whip her again later, he still failed to register his failure to mark her flesh.
In fact he looked down instead, realising he was getting hard again. He strode after her.

---
Warf summoned all his muscles so his chest and arms expanded, rippling. His placed his phallus at the gorgon's entrance and his knees came up to her butt, then he let his hips push his massive body weight into her. The head of his wet cock strained against her opening and he pushed with slowly increasing pressure.
"Yes, this will be _hard_" he snarled and his evil eyes transfixed her as he entered her with his swollen mace of wolf cock.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn continued towards the hut at a steady, almost brisk pac, her bare feet finding their way between sharp rock outcroppings and dry pointy twigs with instictiv sureness. And finally the trees parted and the massive wooden building came into view as it stood there on the clearing, almost giving the impression of a hunched predator ready to jump.

It was not until she reached the doorstep of the main entrance that Verialyn came to a halt, turning to face Gron again. "Master, if I may suggest so now would be a good time to fetch those cleaning utensils. Before I enter the building proper ..."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss squealed as he drove into her. She knew this would be coming, and she feared she would sound like a frightened little piglet, but she could not help it. Sh had been penetrated by huge cocks often before, but the combination of being tied tightly to the stone, his muscular hairy body and the strange, wild face of a beast so close to her were a new sensation.

 

[greatstuffing]

"Hngh." Gron snorted and went to the side of the house where he sloshed a bucket in a barrel of rainwater and set it down near the front.
"Get youself washed then," he ran his tongue over his teeth nonchalantly and scratched his arse. He wasn't sure what to expect next but he felt sure she was playing some game now. His brain was trained primarily on the present and he was unused to thinking or planning ahead. What was slowly creeping through his mind was the idea that Verialyn might be waiting for something longer term, all he could think of currently was that she.might plan to kill him in his sleep. He resolved to talk to Warf about it, and to lock the cages extra secure that night.

He spat into the bushes and watched his black widow wash.

---

Warf sighed a long moan as he sunk into the gorgon, his eyes fluttering before fixing on her pupils again.
He withdrew himself almost to the tip and then slammed into her with a sudden bloodcurdling roar, as far up his shaft as could drive her and then repeated the thrust, his energetic muscles contracting to bring himself into her and grasping her shoulders to hold her still.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn did not hesitate to place her bundle onto the ground and crouch right next to the bucket. Since her captor had neglected to bring any sort of wash cloth the only option that was left to her was to cup her hand, dip it into the water and try her best to repeatedly rinse away the remains of their rutting, which worked satisfactory well.

Finally, with abot half the water spent she deemed the result good enough. She felt clean once more, and as she rose to her full height grabbed two of the collected branches, one in each hand.

"If you do not object I would start with the main room." she commented as she finally stepped through the door into the hut.

 

[Belinda35]

"Eeek eeeeek eeekeeeek..." Phyliss could not stop the staccato of squeaks she made when the creature started to hammer her with his big cock, holding her firm at the shoulders. With that and the bondage she couldn't even move and was was completely at his mercy. She felt helpless, frightened and very excited as well.

 

[greatstuffing]

Gron shrugged, "Yeah..." he was unsure what cleaning really involved and Verialyn gave the impression of knowing more than he.

Realising he sounded ignorant he quickly added, "And do a good job."

---

Worf brought himself closer, his body hair coming into contact all over Phyllis' body and his sweat leaking out onto her.
He continued his powerful thrusts, starting to angle upwards so the top of his glans rubbed along the insides of the gorgon and every pushed lifted her arse slightly from the stone before the ropes pulled taut and restrained her further movement.

Phyliis felt him pulse inside her and his hips assaulted her more rapidly. His breathing was ragged and the twinge of his throbbing meat suddenly shot heated liquid inside her.
"HURRRR! HURRR! Hurrrrr!" Worf groaned and pulled himself out of the gorgon, his spunk flew over her belly and past her face, then the next burst stuck to her chin. She felt half a dozen long ropes erupt from him and over her body, leaving their warm sticky marks all over her skin and hair.
The wolfman huffed, and he puffed. He looked down to her belly while he recovered for a few more breaths and then back up to Phyllis' eyes.

"I Mark you with the seed of your conqueror." he managed more weakly, the malevolent light in his eyes now slightly glazed over with a satisfied smile.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss had her orgasm just as all the spunk went into her and over her body, her squealing piercing through the wolfman's roars. The amount of seemen was unbelievable, like a white, sticky shower. She felt it everywhere, on her body, her face and her snakes. Her eyes were wide open again, as she gazed at him, softly moaning and purring.

 

[Cherubian]

It took Verialyn just a few gazes around the room, down to the two branches in her hands, and once again across the room, to realize that her tools were woefully inadequate. In particular the surface of the big table dominating the room was one mess of food scraps and other sticky remains. However, there was...

She carefully placed the branches onto the neares chair and took a few steps to the corner where the remains of some old shirt of an unknown owner, no wlittle more than a rag, were carelessly dropped. Picking it up she hurried back and with a brief "Excuse me, amster ..." she slipped past Gron out of the door to where the bucket still rested. Picking it up, emptying its contents and refilling in the barrel around the corner took less than a minute, and she was back. Better prepared now.

Wordlessly she approached the table, dipped her new and improvised washing cloth into the water, and gripping it with both hands began to scrub the table, stretching forward until her breasts touched down on the surface and then back up, to repeat over and over.

"Master ..." she commented casually after she had been underway for at least two minutes "... maybe the next time you rob a caravan you could try to steal a broom, a duster and some soap?"

 

[greatstuffing]

Worf snarled and scratched a claw over the gorgon's shoulder, drawing it down her breast and over her nipple. He leered enjoying the changing expression on her from sexually charged to painful pleasure. He wiped a finger of his cum and pressed it to her lips.
"Now you know what to expect from me... Can you bear more?"

---
Gron felt confusion again, his slave made helpful suggestions as those she should have some input into her situation. He resolved to watch her and understand her game, to size it up before he dealt with it. He wanted to talk to Worf about it but he knew the other was busy, and best not disturbed.

Besides Gron was getting a thrill from the mesmerising sight of those luscious breasts swaying about and at every bend of the delightful buttocks he found his mouth drying. So he sat on a chair and contemplated how he would use that body next, his cock twitching and swaying about obscenely. He wondered if he could provoke Verialyn to expose her plans further, or if not then at least be more creative in her display. It was a puzzle for Gron and he would try to enjoy it, even if he did not feel capable of solving it on his own.

He lazily flicked his switch, meaning to cut Verialyn's butt cheek again, and he said sternly, "Get on your knees and make sure you clean under the table."

 

[Belinda35]

Phylliss looked up to the huge, intimidating head over her. She had been helpless lying under him even if she wouldn't have been tied up. So she was stretched out by the rope, and she felt the huge amounts of cum trickling down her body.
"Yessss..." she said very low.

 

[greatstuffing]

Worf snarled and grabbed the helpless female by the hips. With a twist of gis powerful arms he flipped her over, the ropes pulled tighter on her twisted arms and legs and her face was pressed to the cold stone.
She felt his bulk pressed up against her and his warm wolfhood hung in the small of her back. He must have reached the ropes because one leg was suddenly loose and he pushed her up onto one knee.

"Now you will howl like a breeding bitch in season." the dark voice sent a shiver up her spine and his sharp teeth took the back of her neck in an inescapable grip. He found her moist pussy with his cock and slowly penetrated her, baring down so her face was pinned and he mashed her ass with one long thrust.
Their fluids combined on the stone under them.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss made a surprised squeak as he twirled her around and shrieked in fear as she felt his teeth at the back of her neck, his head inside the mass of her squirming snakes. She did not bite him, but trembled as her face was pressed to the cold surface and she was lifted in an uncomfortable position on one knee. She felt him hammering into her again, and she answered with a long squeal.

 

[Cherubian]

Verialyn froze the moment the command came, her body fixated in its very posture. She had just reache dthe farthest end of the table with the cloth in her outtretched hands, her whole upper body almost flat on the smooth surface, her buttocks taut from keeping her aloft. Her head turned to lookat Gron, and then bare any emotion she replied "Sure".

With that she pulled herself into an upright position, dropped the improvised cleaning rag into the bucket and grabbed one of the branches - the one that gave the freshes impression - before sinking to her knees as ordered. Bending forward her upper body went horizontal, supported by her left arm, as her right one with the makeshift broom began to rush over the ground in wide sweeping motions in a valiant effort to move the specks of dirt out from under the table.

 

[greatstuffing]

Verialyn heard Gron moan and he chewed wetly in his mouth around the drool that built up. She could feel his gaze fixated on her and his focus drifted up her legs and over her outer lips to the crack of her ass as his beastial brain assessed how he would most like to take her next.

Gron wanted to stand and plough her immediately but his legs were as weak as a newly foaled deer, and each new sway of her breasts made his cock grow harder. It hurt already.and his balls ached from the use he had already put them too, but his loins demanded more and he would have to settle that with them soon.

"Bring me some wine." he demanded, pointing to a clay jar.

---

Worf was in heaven and he made sure that Phyllis knew it. He buried himself deep inside her and grabbed a cheek in each paw, tight so his claws dug in and he thrust with savage bangs so his cock went fully inside her and his balls slapped on her labia.
His teeth bit down on the gorgon's neck, threatening to draw blood and with his ferocious snorts and growls he might even bite all the way through in his ecstasy. His jaws would be powerful enough to snap a deer spine like that.
Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, Worf made a change, as he was want to do in the middle of his most carnal savagery.
A hand held Phyllis by the throat and he took his jaws from her neck.
"The third annointing," he intoned enigmatically.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss squeaked which each thrust that drove her down onto the stone surface. Yet she whimpered as he suddenly stopped for his intimitating anouncement. She lay beneath hem, trembling, her snakes vibrating. She was very well aware that he might kill her any moment, although she had the feeling that he wanted her alive.

 

[greatstuffing]

His finger wiped the mixture of their fluids along the cleft of Phyllis nubile buttocks and pressed into her. Behind and above her, Worf panted, his chest heaving with excitement. He pressed the slick head of his bulging member into the gorgon's anus, keeping a firm and certain pressure on her to ensure he secured his goal.

 

[Belinda35]

Somehow Phyliss had waited for this and expected she would get it that way at last, but she squeaked again in pain as he started to enter her. After each magic healing, her anus returned to it's natural virginity, so each time she had the sensation of getting a anal defloration again. Good that her maidenhood did not return so she could have normal intercourse after a healing - but for some unknown reason her creator wanted her to suffer again and again if she did anal. And even if she wasn't completely unlubricated this time, it did hurt again.

 

[greatstuffing]

Worf grunted and snorted - presumably feeling some pain himself as his thick meat pierced the narrow opening - and he exhaled lowly in a sound that became a long sigh when his haft was completely engulfed. He paused and Phyllis felt him throb deep inside her, pulsing back strongly against the tension of her own ring of muscle.

His paw held the gorgon firmly by the shoulder, against the stone and allowing no movement there,while the other paw slapped her ass cheek. He slapped again and again, between each thrust that entered her until he had brought a hot burning pain to the flesh as well as to the gorgon's passage.
She felt his balls rise up, quivering against her and he lifted her to both knees so he could ride her with long straight fucks with the full length of is cock.
The wolf in him was more than ready to cum but the man demanded more, for his ritual sorcery or for some other reason and he slapped his weighty paw against the front of her pussy, rubbing his palm against her and stroking his fingers through her lips between each slap.
He managed only a few repeats before Phyllis knew his load was inevitable and he barked, "May a thousand others tread this new road after me. And each thank Worf for it!"
Worf spasmed in a wave from his toes to his eyes and unleashed a jet into Phyllis that sloshed through her passage in a wave of heat. He howled and bucked a last few savage stabs and then collapsed on the gorgon's back with his fingers intwined in her hair.

 

[Cherubian]

In a way Gron was cute. That was probably not the right thing to think in her current situation, but Verialyn could not help it. The way he continued to look, or rather stare, at her. It was hard to miss just how smitten the wolf man appeared to be with her- her body to be more precise. And such devotion, even if combined with her apparent enslavement, usually made her more sympathetic to the male.

"Sure, master..." the order had been precise, and Verialyn immediately dropped her makeshift brush and rose to her feet. Wow, the way his rock hard dick stood upwards another fuck seemed rather imminent. At least if he were a human guy, she knew little about his species.

With an appropriate pace she crossed the room and picked up the jar with both hands, holding it in front of her belly as she returned. She even allowed the hint of a smile to creep onto her lips, and when she stood less than a yard away from Gron she halted and extended her arms, offering the clay flask to him. "Here you are."