“Anastasia! Anastasia! Where have you been?” Ragnvaldr’s familiar, strong voice called, with a hint of unnecessary urgency.

“In the meadows, with my friends,” I answered whimsically with a twirl. The hemline of my low-cut, peasant dress followed my spin, wrapping around my knees. Strings crisscrossed the voluptuous bodice, holding my otherwise tall, slender physique in place. My slightly curly, long, brunette hair danced across my bare shoulders. He knew my friends in the meadow were the deer, chipmunks, bluebirds and other docile wildlife that my presence strangely summons.

The usual, warm sun shone brightly above. A few puffy, white clouds sailed effortlessly in the endless expanse of blue. Wildflowers dotted the deep green meadow, swaying in the light breeze.

“It worries me so when you disappear like that,” he answered, in the same tone. “Especially over here,” glancing quickly up at the mountain behind us. Ragnvaldr and I grew up together in the shire. He was two years older. As children we played and frolicked like best friends. As we got older, and our bodies changed, and our friendship filled with new assumptions. There were assumptions made by our families, and the tiny shire itself that we would one day marry to add to the new generation of villagers. There were many reasons I might share their assumptions. He was handsome, rugged, strong and capable. He was what any girl might want. The pressures of the assumption intensified with every year that passed. He was now 25. Like everyone, Ragnvaldr assumed one day I would become his. He took it on himself to watch over me until that day, and after.

I wasn’t yet ready to lock myself into the obvious expectations of the shire. My walks in the meadows stirred my dreams of other worlds. Fantasies filled my mind, and lately, my bodily imaginations. Shire lore of ages past captivated me for what possibilities might still lie ahead, for those willing to dream. Is everything we see, all there is?

It is a magical place, our small, vibrant village in the humble, remote kingdom. On most days, sun-filled blue skies stretch as far as the eye can see. Split fences line miles of rolling, green pastures.  A small river runs through the center of the serene town. Puffs of smoke rise from chimneys in the dwellings along the ancient cobblestone streets. Music can often be heard from gatherings of singing villagers. Children laugh as they play and chase each other in the safe streets and fields of the shire.

The shire sits nestled at the end of the long, enchanted valley. In most directions, only the distant horizon limits how far as their eyes can see. Yet, immediately behind the village, the tranquil meadows are brought to a portentous end by the enormous, dark, craggy mountain that borders the valley. The pointed mountain towers over the village. Above the base of the granite fortress, buried almost into the thick, immovable rock, the dark castle looms. Only the tops of the castle’s front towers are visible from the valley floor, but they are enough to strike fear in the hearts of any villager who dares to steal a glance. Occasional smoke billows from the tall towers, proving the grotesque monster still looms inside.

The castle’s lore is known far and wide. In the days of the kingdom’s great beginning, the king and his royal family reigned from the castle’s royal throne room. Peaceful customs continued for generations. These traditions included, that each new king selected his queen from among the fair maidens of the kingdom. It was a joyful and peaceful kingdom. Great banquets and celebrations were held at the castle for subjects to make merriment.

The passing of the great king meant the handsome Prince Patrick was now to assume the throne for the next generation. It was decided by his court, with his approval, to combine the day of his coronation with his wedding, making it the greatest of all celebrations in the history of the kingdom. The day before the coronation, he would announce his selection of the queen from among the villagers. Anticipation grew throughout the kingdom for his selection, their wedding, and the coronation of the new king.

With the years of peace throughout the land, combined with the anticipation and preparations for the great celebration, no one saw the grotesque creature emerge from over the craggy mountain behind. The legend tells how it appeared in the dark of night, descended onto the castle grounds, to take it for itself. One by one, the few dozing sentries were consumed. The creature made its way through the castle. There were no survivors. The royal family, including the renowned Prince Patrick were gone, never seen again. Few have laid eyes on the monster and lived to tell about it. Those that have, do not recover from the trauma of it.

Ever since that dark day, celebrations and merriment at the castle ended. Children are taught at the earliest ages to never go near the mountain, let alone the castle. A few, out of curiosity have dared to climb the ascent to catch a glimpse. They have never been seen again.

Life in the shire continues in the strange, whimsical peacefulness of the valley and our traditions. The castle looms above. The creature remains there, never coming out of the cold darkness of the castle. Most in the shire live in constant denial of the creature’s nearby presence or threat. Far better to live their lives enjoying the distractions of the fanciful shire.

“You should not be this close to the mountain!” Ragnvaldr insisted, with another brave glance toward it. His eyes betrayed his fear behind the façade of his strong voice and rugged appearance.

“It’s a beautiful day,” I said, with another carefree twirl. “I am not afraid.”

“You should be!” he answered, annoyed. “You live in a fantasy world.”

I glanced up at the menacing mountain. “Don’t you ever wonder what’s up there?”

“No! Don’t even think that!” he answered. “Promise me, you won’t ever!”

“I make no promises,” I giggled, unaffected. “At least not yet,” I added as a tease to the lifelong vows we both knew were in our future.

Ragnvaldr stood with a frustrated look on his face. “You’re impetuous.”

“You’ve never complained about my impetuous fantasy world before,” I answered, running my long fingers across the front of his pants.

“You’re such a tease,” he said, looking around.

“We’re here by ourselves,” I said, pulling the string at the top of my bodice. My ample tits pushed out toward him.

Ragnvaldr pulled my body against his. With one hand he reached around my body, pulling my hem up in back, while the other hand pushed through my dark locks, pulling my lips to his. He gave me a long kiss.

I felt dizzy from the kiss and feel of his large hand capturing my small round ass. I reached down and opened his pants.

His eyes looked down onto mine pleadingly.

I offered a sultry smile before falling to my knees, bringing his pants down his muscular legs with me. His thick, long cock bounced in front of my face, begging for attention.

“See?” I said. “Someone likes my world.”

I licked my lips teasingly before wrapping them around his waiting cock. My tongue worked his already-sensitive tip as my lips slowly descended his entire length. His cock disappeared down my throat.

Ragnvaldr’s knees buckled. “Oh fuck!” he said.

I slowly pulled off of him. “You like that?” I asked teasingly.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop wench!” he yelled. He pushed his cock between my lips. With all his strength, tried to fuck my face forcefully.

I quickly turned my head, denying his desire. His desperate cock slid across my cheek.

“No, no,” he begged.

“Yes, yes,” I insisted. “I’m in charge right now.”

His body tensed in desperation. “Oh fuck, you little bitch.”

“My terms or not?” I asked, looking up at him with my large hazel eyes.

He conceded with a nod.

I smiled before slowly tormenting him. I started by circling the tip of his throbbing cock with my tongue. I could feel his desire, desperate to fill my mouth with his flesh. My tongue moved slowly down the length of his cock and back. “Mmmm,” I said, genuinely pleased.

“Oh fuck!”

I took his hand and pulled it down, signaling him to drop to his knees. His pants were still gathered around his ankles. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. I lowered my panty-covered pussy over his cock, rocking slightly. I pulled the top of my loosened dress down to my waist, freeing my large, firm, round tits. My nipples reached toward him. I took his hands in mine and brought them to my waiting tits.

His fingers sunk into my soft skin, kneading my breasts.

“Mmmm, that’s right,” I said as I reached down and pulled the top of my skirt up. With one hand I pulled my panty to the side while using the other to move the tip of his cock to my naked clit.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he said.

I moved his cock to pleasure my clit and tease the opening of my pussy.

Ragnvaldr tried to raise his hips to force his cock deeper into me.

“Ah, ah,” I toyed. “Not yet.”

“You’re such a slut!” he pleaded. “I’ve dreamed of this. Fuck me Ana!”

“I bet you have,” I whispered. My heart began to race as my own climax was quickly approaching.

I moved his cock back up to my clit, pressing it harder against my button, circling it again and again. The pleasure intensified, causing me to press him harder and faster against my clit. “Oh yes!” I squealed, so close to cumming. I lunged forward with my knees, now straddling his head. My moist pussy landed on his mouth. Ragnvaldr immediately licked the soft folds and hardening clit. My body rocked over him. I screamed just as a river of cum gushed over his face and into his mouth. I reached down and pulled his head up, pressing his mouth firmly against my still flowing pussy. “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, letting him drink me dry.

I finally leaned forward onto my knees, over his face. “God that was good,” I said. I looked back over my shoulder. The tip of his cock glistened with precum; his length bounced in desperation.
“Fuck me, Ana.”

I smiled, teasingly. I stood up and moved my panty back in place. The hem of my skirt fell back down, just above my knees. “I can’t wait to have all of that in me,” I said truthfully.

I stepped over him. “But maybe that’s too far into my fantasy world for you, today.”

“No, no, no!” he cried out, in frustration.

“I still think fantasies make the real world better, don’t you?” I skipped across the meadow toward the shire. The rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t shake my own words about fantasies, and especially the dark castle. I glanced up to the mountain again. It was as if it called.

Long shadows fell over the quaint valley as the sun set in the distance. As always, the dark mountain cast the most ominous silhouette over the shire and surrounding meadows. I snuck out the door and down the cobblestone streets. Once I came to the edge of the shire, I darted through the meadow, hoping no one would see. The meadow came to an abrupt stop, marked by a fortress of rock. My heart raced and my breathing quickened, standing at the edge of the forbidden mountain.

I looked up and gasped. Resolved, I began the steep climb up the unkept treelined path. Large branches arched overhead, blocking out all but the slightest moonlight.  I finally looked across the mountain base. The massive castle stood before me. It was larger than I imagined. A sound, like that of a stick breaking interrupted my pondering. I couldn’t tell what direction it came from. I crouched in fear. My heart thundered.

Suddenly everything went dark.

I don't know how long I was out. I opened my eyes slowly. My vision blurred. The dull pain in my head pulsed. I slid one hand across the hard, dusty cement floor beneath me. I slowly lifted my head. There was nothing but bare walls around me, except for one chair. I was strewn in the middle of the room. A small window high on one wall offered the only light. A large, wooden door was in the center of the opposite wall. I sat up. Other than the slight pounding in my head, I was grateful I was unharmed. My vision began to clear, causing my heart to race. Chains hung from one of the walls.

“Oh no! Oh, no!” I cried.

Suddenly, I heard the thundering sound of approaching steps that stopped on the other side of the door. A large bolt lock slid and stopped. The old door knob turned. I scurried behind the chair, as if it offered some kind of protection. The door opened, forcing my first spectacle of the gory creature.

Pure dread flooded my body. I had never seen anything so grotesque. It ambled into the room on all fours, grunting. Its face looked like the ugliest of gargoyles with a tuft of hair on top. Its muscular body had bulging arms and legs, with clawed feet. Its greenish body was covered with thick scales. It grunted and snarled, showing its sharp incisors. Viscous drool dripped from its mouth.

I picked up the chair, pointing the bottom legs toward the animal. It growled. The room shook. It slammed the door closed behind it and stood up on its back legs, letting out another roar. It stood at least ten feet high, dwarfing me across the room. Its massive chest and torso became a wall in front of me. Consistent with the monstrous size of the rest of the creature, was its enormous soft cock.

“Oh, no,” I said as I dropped the chair in fear. “Please,” I said pleadingly. “I mean you no harm.” My words were ridiculous, as if in any way it might feel threatened by me or understand my words. “Please, just let me go.”

It let out a growl before taking two steps toward me. Its thick tongue emerged from its drooling mouth before falling forward to walk again on all fours toward me. The closer it got, the bigger it became. Each step toward me made me more defenseless.

I stepped back until my back was against the wall with nowhere to go. Despite my trepidation, I did my best to stand strong. I wanted to fight back, but knew anyone who did, had never been seen again. I needed to try something different.

Its face stopped only inches from mine. It roared again, blowing the stank of its putrid breath over me. Its slobbery tongue licked up the front of my body and face, covering me with its treacly saliva. It opened its mouth again, this time readying itself for the first bite of human flesh.

I reactively slapped the creature across its scaly face. “Stop that!” I said firmly. “That is not how you treat a lady.”

My words surprised both of us. It closed its mouth and cocked its head. It took a step back.

My mind raced. Did it understand my words? Was it just surprised by my painless slap? “Enough!” I added. “I came in peace.”

It took another step back, as if dazed.

“Look at me?” I said, still dripping from its tongues swipe. I looked into its eyes. For the first time, I saw that while the rest of the creature was grotesque in every way, its eyes were strangely regretful.

The creature’s eyes studied my body. It licked its lips hungrily before letting out a low growl, as if confused.

It turned, opened the door and left. The door slammed shut and the sound of the bolt lock slid shut. I heard it walk away.

I fell onto the floor and let out a deep sigh of relief. What just happened? Why did it stop? Why did it leave? None of it made sense.

Hours later I heard it approach again. The door opened and showed its ugly face.

Rather than run to the wall, I sat down in the chair, doing my best to hide my sheer trepidation. I crossed my legs, causing my skirt to slide slightly down my long legs.

“So, you’re back,” I said. “Try this again?”

The creature growled. Drool continued to drip from its fangs. Without warning, it lunged at me.

I remained in my chair, unmoved, except to extend my arm. “Stop that!” I said, with the same firm voice I used earlier.

It walked around my chair on all fours as if circling its strange prey. It stopped in front of me again, face to face, this time only sniffing. I looked into its eyes. It turned and left as quickly as it arrived, locking the door again behind it.

It came a third time, this time with fruit. It was grumpy, but strangely not threatening. It tried to lick my body again.

“Ah, ah,” I said. “No.”

It left in a frustrated huff.

The next morning the creature appeared again, with more fruit. This time however, it motioned its head, signaling to follow it out the door.

The creature led me up a tall flight of stairs from the dungeon to the main floor of the castle. Light shone in from windows all around. Large airy rooms led from one to the next. The creature lumbered around the castle, from the grand entrance, to the throne room, the banquet hall, the kitchen, and more. All the outside doors were bolted shut at heights I could not reach. There was no way of escape.

The monster then led me upstairs, and down hallways of bedrooms. Most were decorated with cobwebs and dust, showing no one had been in them for years. It took me into the royal bedroom. Thick curtains hung next to floor to ceiling windows all around, with views of the picturesque valley below. The monstrous king bed was centered prominently against the far wall. It pushed me toward the bed. Its hungry eyes locked on me as its tongue exposed itself again.

“Ah, ah,” I said, sidestepping away. I trembled within myself at the thought of the creature somehow having its way with me. It would leave me destroyed, if it did.

The monster growled, dejected. It motioned its head again for me to follow.

We left the royal bedroom and proceeded down the wide hall. Walls on both sides were still lined with portraits of former kings and members of the legendary royal family. At the end of the final hall was the bedroom of the former princess. The creature grunted and nodded its head before turning and walking away, leaving me there.

I looked out the window, offering a glimpse of the valley and river below. Off in the distance, I could see the outskirts of the shire. It seemed so close, but now unreachable. I looked around the bedroom, and found clothes of the former princess. For the first time in days, I was able to freshen up. I closed the door to the bedroom and dared to take a quick shower, not knowing if the creature would return. I put on one of the princess’ dresses, the finest dress I’d ever worn. The blue dress was low-cut, showing off my ample tits. A slit down the length of the full skirt, showed off my long legs. I brushed my hair in the large mirror on the vanity and felt like royalty – imprisoned in the castle.

That evening, the creature banged on the door to the room. I steeled myself and opened the door. The creature grunted and signaled with its head, for me to follow. It led me to the banquet hall. Candles filling the large candelabra in the center of the long table flickered with light. Somehow, two plates of food were prepared, one at each end. We both ate, one of us with more refined skills than the other. That first dinner was marked by an awkward tension, yet without any real threat. I took the opportunity to look again into the eyes of this monster. Was there warmth in its eyes?

One of my hands moved to the back of my neck, a bad habit when I am uncomfortable. I watched as he studied my movements. I grew more uncomfortable realizing this, and moved my hand from the back of my neck, to my shoulder, across the bare skin of my chest and down the front of my body, until it was back on my lap. His eyes were glued to my hand’s movement. He stirred in his seat. Was he aroused?

After dinner I returned to my bedroom. I got undressed and into one of the princess’ nightgowns. It was semi-sheer and more comfortable than anything I’d ever worn to bed. I stared at the ceiling pondering the day. Why am I still alive? What does the monster want from me? Until I could resist it no more, I fell asleep in the plush, soft bed of the legendary princess.

In the days that followed, I studied the creature as I watched it study me. It was always interested in what I was doing and where I was. I experimented, trying different approaches to see how it would respond. I spoke softly to it, as if it understood. I dressed to please it. I noticed it began to walk more on two legs than on all fours when I was around. It responded to my smiles. It drooled more when I showed more skin.

I purposely began to tease the monster sexually, almost as a game – to say alive. I licked my lips in seductive ways. I dressed, taking advantage of the former princess’ shared love to tease suggestively, with her royal protections in place. It was more dangerous for me to tease the monster without any protections, yet somehow the more I did, the safer I became. At meals, I let my long fingers glide across my bare skin, or down my body suggestively. At great risk, I would even reach up and touch its shoulder or arm affectionately when passing. Sometimes it was too much for the creature, and he would move forcefully toward me, determined to take me.

“Ah, ah,” I’d say, with my index finger up, or even letting it teasingly run down its chest.

It groaned desperately as if using all of its willpower to refrain from its carnal impulses in ways it would never otherwise do. I wondered why. Why was it not ravaging me like it had so many others? In a strange way, I seemed to be holding it as captive as it was, imprisoning me.

My continual seduction intensified the strange, sexual energy between us. Whenever I walked into a room, it would now always rise onto two legs. The more I teased, the harder and bigger its cock became. It was impossible for it to hide, adding to his growing sexual desire and frustration. The soft enormous cock I first saw in the dungeon was now more than twice the size when aroused. It was the most beautiful, monstrous cock I’d ever seen. The longer I tormented it, the longer I lived. How far could I go?

The next night I came to dinner wearing one of the princess’ most seductive dresses. It was low cut, with strings crisscrossing in front, much like my dresses from home. I decided to not wear anything beneath. My bare tits pressed against the bodice. Throughout our dinner, I purposely toyed with the strings, letting my nails push between to my soft skin. I licked my lips, while looking into its eyes from across the table. I smiled devilishly.

The large, dining table rumbled from the creature’s cock, hardening, rising and pressing from beneath. The monster stirred in its seat, as we ate. Its hand disappeared beneath the table briefly, desperate for relief, but unable to do anything about it due to the nature of its claws.

I teasingly pulled the string at the top of the lowcut bodice. The front of the dress opened up, still held together by the laces, but exposing more of my tits, including my already-erect, thick nipples. “Care to dance?” I asked, boldly.

The monster stood, his cock standing firm most of the way up his abdomen. It walked over to my chair and put his paw out. I placed my petite hand in it and stood. It led me to the center of the grand ballroom. It left me there briefly to turn the music player on, something that had not been done since the kingdom’s dark day. It returned and gently took my hand in its paw, wrapping its other arm around my back. I pushed my body against the monster as we began to move slowly to the music. Because of the creature’s size, most of my petite body was pressed against its massive cock between us. Its cock nestled between my tits. The more we danced, its cock was mercilessly stroked by breasts and body. The tip of its beautiful head was just below my thirsty mouth.

I took the outside of the monster’s scaly paw in mine and lowered it to the side of my breast as we danced. The creature moaned, feeling the firm, softness of my tit against its hand, and its cock. I kept my petite hand on the outside of its paw, holding it against my breast. I strangely felt my own infatuation growing. I was growing aroused by the feel of its gigantic cock pressed against me.

It didn’t take long for the monster’s body to begin to tense up, as we danced. I could feel the thickness of its cock swelling against my breasts. It began to moan, more than growl. Precum moistened the head of its cock, right in front of my lips. I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out, to taste the delicacy. The monster’s knees buckled at the feel and sight of my tongue’s seduction. Some of the precum poured onto my tits, between the laces, making them glisten.

The monster moaned again, this time louder. I could feel the nearness of what was certain eruption.

I stepped back, offering a smile. “Well, this has been a delightful evening, but I should go.”

The monster’s eyes grew large, with a look of desperation. As I turned, he let out a great roar that shook the grand ballroom. I was certain the shire would have heard it. Had I pushed it too far? My soul trembled with sheer trepidation, but I kept walking.

I looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile. “Ah, ah,” I said, dangerously. “Let’s not ruin a beautiful evening.”

The next day, I decided to take a swim in the royal pool. I knew the monster would be watching my every move. I put on one of the princess’ bikini bottoms and robe. I walked onto the gated pool deck, into the bright sunshine. I took off my robe, letting it fall to the ground next to the edge of the large pool. I dove in, almost completely naked. I could feel its eyes watching, lusting as I glided effortlessly through the water. I frolicked like a mermaid, truly enjoying the luxury of it. There was nothing like this in the shire. I knew it was watching, taking in the view of my generous tits while the bikini bottoms relentlessly teased what the creature wanted most.

After a seductive show in the pool, I got out and took my time drying my body off. I relished his captive attention to my form. I put the robe back on, securing the tie around my waist. I then teasingly reached in and pulled the strings to my bikini bottoms. It fell around my ankles. I picked it up, and threw it into the water. I blew a kiss over my shoulder before leaving the pool with nothing on under the plush robe.

That night for dinner, I decided to push my seduction further. I was grateful the princess was such a hidden slut behind the royal scenes. In one of her drawers I found lingerie I knew would take my dangerous seduction to another level. This was the night for it. I put on the matching, sheer red bra and thong. The bra barely covered my nipples, allowing the fineness to veil what he had seen from afar during my afternoon swim. I pulled up red, thigh-high hose, held up by the matching, red garter belt around my waist. I put on red, four-inch heels. I brushed my curly, long, dark hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders. I completed my dinner attire with a tiny, sheer, matching red robe that barely covered my ass.

I walked into the banquet hall at the appointed time. The creature was already sitting at in its chair. The candles were lit, and plates ready. Rather than going to my chair, I walked seductively toward it. My eyes locked on its. My lips opened to offer a small, sexy smile.

The creature gasped. It grew restless in its chair.

“Stay there, for now,” I said. I ran my fingertips over his shoulders as I walked past it, and around the table to my seat, letting the creature get a long look at my ass.

I teased the monster relentlessly during dinner. I talked about what I love most when fucked. I let my long fingers toy with my tits. My tongue licked my fingers and lips. I shared all the ways I love to enjoy a real cock.

As we finished the meal, I let the sheer robe slip off my shoulders, exposing more of my body to his desperate eyes. The table rumbled again from the force of his growing cock beneath. The candles flickered between us.

“Do you want me?” I asked, seductively.

The monster grunted. It suddenly got up, unable to control itself any more. It growled with lust. It thundered toward me, pushing the enormous banquet table to the side. It effortlessly picked me up in its paws. His hard cock pressed firmly against my back.

“Ah, ah!” I said, putting my long index finger up into the air.

The creature growled again. Its eyes squinted hungrily.

“You may have me,” I offered, “if after, you promise to let me come and go as I wish.”

The monster growled again. Its drool dripped over my almost naked body.

“Promise me,” I insisted, with my life literally in its hands, “or you get none of this.”

It roared in agreement before carrying me up the stairs, to the royal bedroom. It threw me onto the center of the royal bed.

I immediately moved to my knees, taking its cock firmly in both of my petite hands. It was too large for my hands to reach all the way around. I stroked it, up and down. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” I confessed.

The creature moaned. I wondered how long it had been since it experienced the pleasure of another’s touch. Thick veins bulged on the colossal shaft. Precum quickly emerged, from pent-up desperation. I leaned over, licking the bulbous head clean while continuing to stroke the massive cock.

It reached down with both paws, careful not to bury its claws into my skin. It picked me up, rolled its own body beneath me on the bed and lowered me down on top of it. My knees straddled its scaly body. One of his claws hooked the bra between my tits, slicing it with a flick of its paw. The bra flew off behind me. The panty was gone just as quickly. He raised me up again before lowering my already-soaked pussy onto his gargantuan cock.

I screamed. I had never felt anything like it before. The monster filled me with its cock in a way I had only dreamed of. My pussy gripped its flesh like a vice. I rode the monster hard as he fucked me from below.

“Yes! Yes!” I screamed. My own first climax was growing quickly. It wasn’t the only creature in the house lusting for this moment.

The monster’s paws pressed against my tits, dancing teasingly above its body. My nipples betrayed my arousal, growing as large as thimbles.

“Yes!”

The monster growled below me, working to bury its cock deeper with each thrust.

“Yes! Yes!” I screamed, before my body quaked uncontrollably over him.

Seeing me cum, it could take no more. The monster roared more loudly than I had heard, as its thick seed rocketed deep into me. I gasped from the force of it. The lubrication of both of our climaxes only encouraged him to ravage my pussy for its own pleasure – and mine.

I collapsed onto its muscular chest and caught my breath. I wanted more. I stood to release its cock from my pussy. I turned around and straddled its face with my knees while lowering my mouth to its drenched cock. I wrapped my lips around its head. I used my hands to stroke the creature’s cock again.

It responded quickly, hardening in my hands. The creature squirmed beneath me while I milked it toward what we both wanted.

Its sly, long, thick tongue emerged from its mouth, from beneath me. It pressed up to my clit, circling it purposefully.

“Oh, yes!” I cried, my mouth muffled by its giant cock. I suddenly felt the length of its tongue push into my pussy, as large as any cock I had experienced before that night. Cold chills covered my body. He was going to take me again. I worked his cock with purpose. It swelled in my petite hands.

The monster groaned beneath me. Its hips began to buck. Its tongue continued to take my pussy captive. Suddenly its cock erupted in my mouth, filling me with a hydrant of cum. I couldn’t swallow it all. I pulled my mouth off to catch my breath. His cock drenched my body with cum, hosing me with a blanket of thick seed. Its tongue continued hungrily in my pussy.

My body quaked again in euphoria. I was dizzy. The room spun, in the best way. I gasped for air. I was enraptured on top of him.

We continued to fuck all night, until the sun rose. I couldn’t remember a more magical night. I had never experienced greater pleasure of being willfully used. I had never experienced the ecstasy of a better cock, satisfying me again and again.

As the sun rose above the horizon of the shire, its warm light streamed through the windows of the castle’s royal bedroom.  I laid exhausted on the plush bed. My body was wonderfully sore and pleasured, bathed in a pool of the monster’s warm cum. I opened my eyes to find the same eyes of the monster staring back at me, but instead, on the face of the handsome, legendary prince.

“Your seduction and love have freed me, my darling Anastasia,” he said. “I will forever be grateful. The kingdom and its ways can be restored. It has come at great pleasure, and great cost to you, my queen.”

I was stunned. I cooed and smiled. “Great pleasure indeed my king, but great cost?” as I reached my petite hand out to stroke his handsome, rugged jaw. As I spoke, my words came out only as growls. Thick drool fell from my lips. Scales covered the paws reaching for his face.