The Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

Parig contemplated his life as he went on his afternoon hike. He didn’t like life in this dirty, noisy, and crowded city at all. It was the opposite of the sparsely populated countryside that was Gull Cliffs.  That’s why he always ventured outside the walls of the city when he could. They insisted it wasn’t safe, but he ignored their condescending tones and haughty demeanor. That’s what really got to him. They thought they were better than him, even the unfortunate felt they were above him by virtue of having lived in that fortress of crime and sin all their lives.

 He missed Gull Cliffs, even if it was far from perfect. It was known for its beautiful weather, but also infamous for being full of divisive ethnic tensions. For reasons lost to time, the clans started to hate each other and began endless feuds.  The ethnic groups even tried to cleanse the land of their hated enemies.  They never had many tourists.

The feuds were discontinued, but it wasn’t because they made peace. Gull Cliffs had been abandoned by humans. The remote land was free from monsters for generations, until recently. Last year, a startling number of them started to creep their way in and prowl near settlements.  There were no career soldiers or knights to drive them off and the Order had never shown much interest in the area. Everyone had to evacuate thanks to those blasted hags.

Every problem always led to monsters. They were the reason he was stuck wasting away in the city. It was why he had to unlearn his unintelligible dialect, and why he had to put up with employers calling him a bumpkin. Now the crooked demons were spreading to the wilds outside the nearby city. Whenever he went for his stroll he was warned that the beasts grew bolder everyday by guards and arriving merchants.  The monsters threatened to take away the last thing he could enjoy in this world, and Parig wouldn’t let them take that away.

Sure, monsters were something to be wary of. They drove men to ruin and left only bones, but did the threat of them really need to interfere with every little thing? He was certain mankind’s ancestors were willing to put up with the occasional risk. Besides, it was good to face fear and give it the rear. That was a good old saying from his old pop.  He taught Parig many humorous little songs about adventure and perilous monsters. The beasts became much less menacing when you could laugh about them every now and then. One of his favorites was the counting tune that mocked goblins. It had been some time, but he was sure it went something like…

99 Goblins a'search for the hoard

99 Goblins a'search

If one of those Goblins a'falls on 'er sword

98 Goblins a'search for the hoard

He hummed the jingle to himself and took a detour off the road to a favorite destination of his.  There was a large river that he enjoyed napping near. It was littered with old willows to guard him from the sun and clean water drink from.

84 Goblins a'search for the hoard

84 Goblins a'search

If one of those Goblins a'falls on 'er sword

83 Goblins a'search for the hoard

Once Parig arrived he took a moment to appreciate the blue skies unmarred by the constructs of man, and settled down by the tree closest to the roaring waters.  Since this place was becoming more dangerous, he would only nap for an hour this time.

Parig woke with a start. Birds of all kinds were chirped, squawked, and fled from some perceived threat. He stood up but got knocked off his feet when the ground started to rumble. It trembled uneasily, the trees shuddered, and they showered their leaves on all below them. The earthquake subsided after a moment and it all was silent save for the roaring of the river. As Parig brushed the leaves off his shirt, he recalled a similar incident back in Gull Cliffs.  He and the other terrified children thought the world was ending when it struck. The rocks, trees, and the earth itself thrashed and groaned for almost a minute. Luckily no one was hurt, but they had been shaken by the event. All the children claimed to know the cause and each tale got taller than the last. Their parents eventually told them that Poseidon would just get an upset stomach from time to time.

He chuckled at the fond memory, and relaxed. It appeared he had overslept, judging from the sky. Parig sighed, there was no helping that. It was time to head home.  It would be close to dark by the time he got back and that wasn’t something he wanted because he had no lantern.  The only thing in his current possession was some ground peppers in a kerchief to deter ravenous monsters. So with no time to waste, Parig set off on his journey back to the city.

72 Goblins a'search for the hoard

72 Goblins a'search

If one of those Goblins a'falls on 'er sword

71 Goblins a'search for the hoard


He was halfway to the road when he saw it. There was a long and very deep trail of dirt, rocks and upheaved foliage. Trees that were unlucky enough to wind up on the destructive path stood crooked or were plain uprooted. Most troubling of all was the thick scaly impressions that littered the ground. Parig didn’t have to wonder long to see the perpetrator.  It was here at the end of this beaten track.  The thing lay coiled at the center of a large depression in the earth. It looked like a buxom woman with onyx hair, but she was anything but normal. Menacing pointed horns framed her flushed face. She wore a simple grin and unnervingly eager amber eyes.   Scales shielded much of her upper body and her large claws were like weapons that could crush and tear with ease.   Most intimidating of all, was how tall she truly was.  In place of legs was a massive snakelike body. It was at least three men long and twice as thick with tough weathered scales that shone like emeralds in the afternoon sun. This was man’s predator. A monster.

Parig quickly hid behind a tree and hope she hadn’t noticed him. As he tried to keep from breathing too loudly a raspy hiss filled the air.  Her body abruptly twisted and turned as she continued to rattle her tongue. Then she let out a loud exhale and hissed excitably. Parig had no idea what she was doing but he stayed where he was. Sneaking past might be impossible. What was this thing anyway? It almost fit the description of a dragon, but no quiet. It also fit the description of those terrible serpent women.

69 Goblins a'search for the…. hoard

69 Goblins…. a'search

If one of those Goblins a'falls on 'er… sword

68 Goblins a'search for the… hoard

In his attempt to calm down, he failed to notice the rising huffs from the dragon snake.  She started twisting towards Parig’s direction.  His heart hammered away, she knew someone was here. He couldn’t stay. Chief God protect me, Parig thought and ran for it.  The dragon snake noticed right away, and sprung forward with a sharp hiss.

“It’s no use little male,” She hissed, as she darted around every tree he tried to hide behind. “You can’t escape the clutches of a wurm!”

Parig kept running and dodging with no direction in mind. Anywhere away from her was fine. She was quite quick, and even he was surprised she hadn’t caught him yet. She would playfully pounce and land beside him, and gave him ample time to run away. The dragon snake was definitely playing with her play

So she was a wurm, his pop had a song about them. How did it go again? As the wurm grew more excited, and Parig more frightened, the lyrics of pop’s song started to come back to him.

Let me tell ya 'bout the Wurm son

It’s somethin’ that’d make a hero run

It's big, stubborn, and full of pride

And if it sees ya it'll be after your hide

Parig dodged a swipe from her claws.
Would be over if he fell to her paws.
She panted like a beast in heat,
but he wasn’t offering any  meat.

Soon the wurm tired of this game.
It was time to take her claim.
She pounced fast as a blur,
But only got a blast of pepper.
The itch made her wheeze,
And she let out a thundering sneeze.
The searing burn made her thrash and squirm,
But a little pain wouldn’t stop this wurm.

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

If it’s after ya then you’re dead meat!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

'Cause the Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

Parig soon reached the river bank.
But a hiss filled the air and his heart sank.
It burst through the thicket, on the hunt.
The very last thing he’d wanted to confront.
He backed away, she shan’t eat his liver.
Got too close, went right in the river.
He was swiftly swept in, but she was determined to win .

A hungry cousin of the tyrant beast

Won't give in 'til it’s had its feast

Has more power than any man can boast

And it'll use it to get what it wants most

The current beat Parig around like a trout.
She was on his trail, beyond a doubt.
So when he washed ashore,
He ran lest she find him once more.
He kept going and soon saw the road.
That was when he saw a boulder explode.

The monster had returned,
Slithering forward unconcerned.
Parig picked up the pace
But the wurm wasn’t going to lose this race.
The brute carved up the ground and uproot
Many trees in her pursuit.
Her power unleashed another tremor to assault the land
And boulders cracked from a force they couldn’t withstand.

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

If it’s after ya then you’re dead meat!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

'Cause the Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

Parig started to lose his breath.
This would surely be his death.
This had to be solved some other way
If he wanted to see another day.
Before it was too late,
He slowed his run to a gait.

“Please wait!”

The wurm licked her lips,
Confidently approached and shook her hips.

“Hm?” She purred as she slowed her slither. “Come here male.”

His face went pale.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“Why don’t you just leave me be?” Parig asked desperately.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“You belong to me,” She said matter of factly.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“You could eat something else,” Parig pleaded with dread. “Perhaps a tasty deer?”

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“No,” The wurm sighed. “I can’t resist when you’re so near.”

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

Maybe she would like all the gold she could hold.
They say dragons valued it more than food and brood.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“Please, I’ll give you all I own and you’ll be richer than before,” Parig begged with all held dear.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“Nu-uh, I want you more,” She hissed with a leer.

She reached forward, he stepped backward.

“No more talk,” She sighed with glee, ignoring every plea. “I don’t care about any silly trick!”

A large tree behind her started to shake.

“You can’t stop me with arrows or a pointy metal stick!”

It started to groan and quake.

“Don’t want a shiny rock or any other. Now come to mother!”

She made a grab at him but only tore a part of his shirt,
Before the tree slammed down and caused her hurt.
Parig ought to thank the gods that he wasn’t crushed,
But he was simply just too rushed.

No matter what, it just won't tire

Better pray 'cause your situation's dire

It'll chase ya down the deepest hole

Ya can't bargain, banter, or even cajole

He needed to get away before things went terribly wrong.
The wurm wouldn’t be stopped for long.
He only had hope that she’d give up the fight.
That eventually he might be rid of this blight.
On the road he realized that chance was low,
But he couldn’t give into woe.
He refused to fall to despair and said a prayer.
He’d do anything to stay out of her lair.

Perhaps the gods had taken pity.
There appeared a ticket to the city.
He spotted a man and his mount.
His faith grew, this crisis he’d surmount.

“Help! Help!” Parig called.

“Why do you yelp?” The man drawled.

“There’s a monster on its way!” Parig cried and the man’s eyes went wide. “I have to get away, but I’ve got no place to hide!”

“Then get on, and let’s ride!” He agreed to his plead. The Chief God was truly on Parig’s side.

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

If it’s after ya then you’re dead meat!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

'Cause the Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

They rode onwards racing against a darkening sky.
 Soon they saw the city walls standing way up high.
Unaware that something waits when they reach those gates.

“Beast! Beast on the prowl!” A guard on the wall called in a frightened howl.

“Not just any beast, but a wurm!” Another cried with a squirm.

“Wants her prey back in her grasp,” Another hacked with a shaky rasp.

“And until she has it we’re facing her wrath!” They shouted. “It’s going to be a blood bath!”

Crack!

One by one, trees went into the air.
The show of strength gave them quite a scare.

Bang!

Timber tumbled towards the wall.
Mortar and stone began to fall.

Boom!

She struck the ground with her terrible tail.
The walls shook as if hit with a massive gale.

“Loose a shot!” The sergeant roared. “Loose a lot!”

Soon realized it was a folly.
The wurm easily took the volley.

“Sir, wait! Something’s approaching the northern gate!” A guard cried. “Men on a ride!”

“Don’t let them inside! Reckon one is that wurm’s prey!” The sergeant yelled like it was clear as day. “They’ll bring more ruin if they stay!”

Turned to two guards. “Go go! Meet them down below! We’ll let one through if his word is true. The other we could do without, but we’ll let the mayor sort it out!”

If ya thought ya could run, you're in trouble

This thing'll turn your town to rubble

It’s furious, terrible, and in a rush

'Aint no end to the stone it'll crush

“Halt!” The guards called out, as the pair approached. “You’re at fault!”

“What’s this delay?” The horseman sighed in dismay. “Why keep us at bay?”

“A wurm is assaulting the southern gate.” A guard mumbled. “You can afford to wait.”

“Only one may pass,” The other grumbled. “Answer fast, which one brought the awful lass?”

“Oh dear, she knows I’m here,” Parig whimpered in fear. “It was I, I can’t lie and I won’t sin.”

“Then your friend can come in,” They said, and motioned him through. “Now what to do with you?”

“Please hide me away,” Parig implored.

“No, she won’t stop ‘till she has her prey!” They roared.

“Then it’s a fight!” Parig implored. “Drive her off and set things right!”

“It’d be hard stop to her might!” They roared. “Sorry, easier to cut a deal and make you her meal!”

“No! This is insane!” Parig gasped in pain. His journey had been in vain.

“Hold on, don’t jump down our throat,” They croaked. “We’ll wait and see what the mayor wrote.”

On cue, a messenger approached with the note.
Parig was unsure what to predict
As the guards read the verdict.

“Together we can make her flee!” Parig gave his final plea. “We can win, give it a chance!”


The guards shared a glance.

----

“I hate city rats,” Parig spat.

He stood bare as the day he was born,
Glaring with unbridled scorn.
Each arm was bound to a post,
And when she came he’d be toast.
The wurm was on the other end of the gate,
They needed to get her to the bait
So to bring her here they rang a bell.
Hopefully, she’d stop raising hell.

The guards let out a rant, they let out a chant.

“Here! Here! Here's your snack!”

“Take him! Take him! And never come back!”

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

If it’s after ya then you’re dead meat!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

'Cause the Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

Without fail, the wurm heard the call to fetch her male.
Her prize was finally found,
But she wasn’t going to take the long way around.
She shattered the wall with no plans to stop,
And broke into many a shop.
She asked for no pardon as she uprooted every garden.
On the warpath, statues and birdbaths faced her wrath.
The people screamed and fled in terror.
They cursed the guards for their error.

Lamps shattered, the city grew dark.
Just a small part of her destructive mark.
Her lunging slither broke up the road,
And damaged every obstructing abode.
Cats let out a hiss and a holler.
Dogs had to be held by the collar.
A few guards stood ready, a wall made of shield.
They were swat aside and forced to yield.
Parig couldn’t help his epicaricacy at the afflicted city.


Knowing what was in store,
The guards hastily opened the northern door.
He was in her sight.
Lit up by torchlight.
The wurm couldn’t wait.
She sharply swerved and faced her bait.
Grasped his shoulders very tight
And gave him a huge fright.

Ya can't stop it, nope

Sorry, 'aint give ya false hope

Just surrender and count to five

Beg the gods to get out alive

So this was it, the light within would finally dim.
Parig surrendered himself to an end most grim.
He shut his eyes, expecting a rain of pain that never came.
Instead she exhaled deeply on his smaller frame.
Her hot breath washed over her prey making him wriggle.
She in turn let out a giggle.
The wurm curiously licked the air
And randomly sniffed his hair.

This behavior left Parig puzzled,
Then without warning she sweetly nuzzled.
The wurm rubbed her nose against his face,
Happily breaching his personal space.

“Come! Come!” She panted and flicked her tongue. “We’re gonna make lots of young!”

Oh no, this wasn’t the end.
Parig wouldn’t be torn or rend.
It was worse!
Something the gods would curse!
A terrible fate anyone would hate.
He was to be the beast’s mate.
It was so out of the blue!
It was truly taboo!
Everything he knew had gone askew.

“No!” Parig cried in woe. “We can’t breed! I won't give my seed!”

The wurm’s upper scales began to recede.
They parted and revealed her soft skin.

 “Oh baby, you can’t win.” She hissed, licking his cheek. Parig felt helplessly weak. “I always get my way! That won’t change no matter the day. Because…”

The wurm released his binds with a well-placed cut.
She crushed him to her, gut to gut.
Claws pressing into his back,
And face landing on her rack.
Her tongue tickled and teased his ear.
Then she whispered something that ignited his fear.

“…I’m a beast that can’t be beat!”

“No! No! No!” Parig screamed as he was carried off to her cave.

He struggled and yelped like a man dragged to his grave.
His fall served as an example to all.
Always beware! If one wants to stay out of the Wurm’s lair.
If a Wurm prowls near…
Keep clear!
If something heads that way…
Then go away!
If there’s a suspicious sound…
Turn back around!
Curiosity only encourages the monstrosity!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

If it’s after ya then you’re dead meat!

Crack!
Bang!
Boom!

'Cause the Wurm is a beast that can’t be beat!

----

Parig gnawed and grunted in the arms of his captress.  His teeth broke no skin. It was a lost cause anyway. Even if his arms were free he doubted wailing on her would do much. In fact his biting did so little that she was completely unaware that he had tried. So Parig lay there against her warmth, he hated to admit that he enjoyed her soft stomach and breasts. They were unnaturally soft and hot, and it had kept him warm throughout the night.

He regretted coming to terms with this as he realized how attractive the wurm was. She was actually quite beautiful and voluptuous. Even her grotesque monstrous parts had a strange appeal, especially the way they moved with such power.  Now that he thought about it, being hugging her closely in his birthday suit should have excited him more. It was his terror and anxiety that kept excitement away and maybe a touch of moral fiber.  The terror was subsiding, but his heart was still pumping in haste.

The wurm let out an ecstatic gasp. His hardening member was poking her soft belly. The warm yielding flesh helped bring him to full mast. How could his body give in so easily? It only encouraged this depraved monster’s desire. He would be committing the sinful act of bedding a monster outside of wedlock. That was like a double sin! Then he noticed they had stopped moving. The wurm was panting lustfully with increasing volume, and she had lost interest in reaching her den.

“Male is so cute,” The wurm babbled dreamily between deep exhale. She kissed his forehead several times, and started tracing her claws across his back. The pointed ends lightly scraped against his bare skin giving him a prickly titillation. Parig shivered when she repeated the motion, but his treacherous body did not do so in fear.

“My name is not ‘male’,” He grumbled with a reddening face. “It’s Parig  y- whoah!”

The wurm fell backward, belly up and took Parig with her. She encircled her arms around him tighter and started hissing hungrily. He couldn’t help letting out a content sigh as he was pressed into her cushy body.

“I’m Rhea!” She breathed out and slightly adjusted his pelvis to hers. “Be a good little husband and don’t resist too much!” A final scale receded and revealed her dripping lower lips. It began to gape like a starved maw and let loose a searing heat that wafted to Parig’s extremities.  The heat gave him a strange feeling. It whispered to him, the idea that this was natural and beautiful. That her snatch was made for him, and it drew closer as if trying to pull him in. His lower half was going to have to deal with a beast of its own.  Then without warning Rhea thrust upward with alarming strength, and Parig was plunged right in.  They both gasped at the sudden insertion, but Rhea didn’t take pause from her assault. She rocked and undulated skyward, crashing their bodies together.  Her monstrous tail thrashed excitably as if it had a mind of its own.

“N-no stop! Aaaah!”  He begged with a tone that was anything but discouraging.


It was sweltering and crushing inside.  The heat was intense and almost felt unsafe.  Her organ’s relentless crushing coerced his prick into brushing the hottest parts her. It didn’t slow or hold its grip. It would just constrict frightfully hard and release like the pumping of a heart. His was cock choked at a constant breakneck pace. This was a powerful and exotic pleasure, but not one he felt ready for. It was overwhelming and so he wanted to pull away. Not that he had a say, Parig was completely at Rhea’s mercy. He could do little but endure as his entire body rocked with hers.

Rhea’s soft body was also abnormally warm. When she pressed and rubbed herself on her mate, he felt as if he had been lying down on a hot cushion. It permeated through him and made his nerves more acute. Combined with her burning hungry pussy it became difficult for Parig to bear. He wanted some reprieve from the kiss of her sexual fire. Rhea refused to slow down and less than a minute went by before Parig climaxed.

“O-oh…oh!” He groaned, and then it hit. This orgasm was the most potent he'd had in his life. “OH!”

Parig came, time seemed to stop and a wave of satisfaction rocked his body. His limbs relaxed and any tension he had felt emotional or physical washed away.  All inhibitions started to fade, why had he fought her? Why had he feared this beautiful mighty specimen who entrusted him to sire her children? Parig leaned into her snug warm body and would have kissed her breasts if he could move a muscle.

Then Parig was pulled into the present and let out a pleasured scream. Rhea had given him no time to recover and hadn’t stopped her rough humping at all. Her searing cunt felt more intense than before.  The night air was soon filled with the erotic sound of moist colliding flesh and the moans of both lovers, but now Parig was truly matching her noise.  He shuddered internally at his earlier thoughts. How could he be so shameless about being violated by this monster? Still, his thoughts weren’t all mindless pillow talk. She had ignited a small flame in his heart.

“Happy husband!” She squealed and arched her back. Her tail began to coil around the two of them. Her serpent half felt firm and he could feel every muscle press to him. It clung to him tenderly, if a little too snug.  Their bodies were forced closer together, but Rhea still felt the need to keep her pace. “Happy husbands make more babies! So I’ll bring you to heaven!”

She started to contract her coils and crushed them together. Parig’s face rested against her bosom and he melted into her supple body. Then the rough contracting started, it coiled and uncoiled much like her merciless snatch.  When Rhea did her best to thrust upwards, her coils would press him downwards. They coordinated and tossed him around like a ragdoll.

“Aaaah! Ah! Ah! Oh!” Parig’s face was bright red and his eyes nearly rolled up to the back of his head. This attack from all fronts forced him to yield any composure or self-control he was trying to maintain. Her strong draconic end massaged his sensitive body, and pushed him into Rhea’s embrace. Her belly ran up and down brushing across his. That sensation alone made him moan, her sensitivity seemed to have rubbed off on him somehow. They were close enough that he could feel her hard abs beneath her softness.  Their soaked crotches were propelled together. Rhea’s monstrous pussy would crush in time with the squeezing of her coils. The feverish and fiery grip on Parig’s oversensitive cock was maddening. It forced his cock into readiness and already another climax was approaching. His chin rested between her tits and his mouth made a sharp O.  He was thoroughly and undoubtedly fucked. Rhea’s long tongue ran all along his neck and tickled his ears. Parig let out a soft whimper, and then a surprised moan as she breached the inside of his mouth. The invading appendage squirmed and coiled around his tongue, giving it a playful caress.  Parig released another load of cum.

“Mmmm-MMMFFF!” He screamed with a mouthful of Rhea’s tongue. She started swirling it around and explored his mouth some more. She wasn’t going to stop this assault, but his fear went as quickly as it came. He loved submitting to this affectionate predator.

No! NO! What was he thinking?  Sure, he was the victim here but he didn’t have to submit to this shameful act! The Chief God would weep at such sinful thoughts.

Then what would he do?  A treacherous part of him whispered.  Pretend to ignore the pleasure? Struggle half-heartedly every now and then?  This was his life now.  He had every right to at least enjoy it.  Parig frowned and did his best to banish such awful thoughts.

Once more he was pulled from the afterglow with a powerful sensation. She had uncoiled them, and pulled Parig from her cunt. Rhea had to use more than casual strength, her snatch was refusing to let go.  There was a loud lewd slurping sound as his cock was grudgingly released. The intense friction caused him to huff loudly and shake. Then she pulled him to his feet only to push him backwards.

He grunted, and landed on the soft underbelly of her draconic trunk. She maneuvered herself down to his face and peppered him with ferocious kisses. Her tongue snaked out below his cheek, down his neck, and to his nipples. She played with them more roughly when he moaned.  Once satisfied she descended. Rhea slobbered down Parig’s chest and to his navel.  She traced around it before assaulting his belly button outright.  Her wet licker undulated insistently against it.

“Ah! Ah! That’s odd! I don’t want this!” Parig groused, but couldn’t even find the strength to writhe.   He groaned in protest but Rhea ignored his complains. She wanted to play some more so she circled and pinched her claws around the nubs on his chest.
After some time his groans became more inviting and suggestive.  Parig’s disapproval changed nothing. So he resigned himself to enjoying her ministrations. She let out a feral growl filled with want and ardor at his changed demeanor. As if to reward him, Rhea’s serpent tongue descended and flicked his extremely sensitive glans.

“GODS!”

She replied to his moan with a lustful snarl.  She twirled along his shaft and eagerly snatched up all the sweat and juices that had collected from their wild tryst.

“Agh!”

Suddenly, Rhea’s tongue tightly constricted his cock. Its’ spittle ran down his shaft and titillated his sack. The pressure squeezed a whimper out of him. His body quickly became relaxed and limp. Was she training him to submit to every variety of her bind?  Rhea repeated the motion a few times and drenched his manhood in her thick saliva. She had grown too excited now. She briefly teased his balls with a wriggle along his jewels. Then she impatiently withdrew and realigned her folds to his dick. His glans wept from the approaching pleasure. At this rate she just might break me, he thought.

 She impaled herself on Parig and roughly rocked her hips.  Every moan or yelp from Parig drove her to hump harder in return.  Her womanly soft moans and gasps turned into animalistic grunts and roars as the intensity of their fucking increased.  Eventually she began to gurgle from the pleasure, her tongue lolled out onto her crimson cheeks.  Parig was captivated by her enticing bouncing breasts.  He wanted to throw sin to the wind, he wanted to reach out and play with them. No, that would seal his soul to damnation. His self-chide only served to inflate his lust. Those sinful supple globes tempted and invited him. Not that he could act on his desire. Parig was so thoroughly throttled that he could only lie back and receive her onslaught.  Rhea noticed his admiration and giggled. She lowered her frame then pushed her tit to his lips. She didn’t wait for him to start sucking and simply managed to cram it in his mouth.

Parig whimpered into the warm squishy teat.  Rhea’s hot breath washed over him, he felt her grasp his legs upward as she thrust with even greater force.  He was surprised to still be in one piece, it was like something ensured their copulation was a safe one. Being conscious was also quite a feat.  He knew as soon as they finished, if ever, that he’d pass out.  He unintentionally moaned and bit into her breasts due to the rough fucking.  But it didn’t seem to cause her discomfort at all. Then, much to his surprise, something started dripping out.

Hot rich milk rushed into Parig’s mouth.  He was unprepared and nearly coughed it out.  It rushed down his throat and filled him with liquid content. It supplied him with tingling lust, which was soon taken care of by Rhea’s searing snatch. His glans twitched harder and harder as her wet walls pummeled his extremely sensitive cock.  This climax was the largest yet.

Parig’s mouth popped from her tit and he cried out into the night. The world went white save for the lovely face of his attacker. An endless river of sticky bliss painted the beast’s insides with white surrender. He shivered and gasped for over a minute and was helped along with Rhea’s unending thrusts. When he finished she sighed and rubbed her tummy. She giggled and gave his drooling, red, and gaping face a wet smooch.

“Uuuuuuuh.”

“Good husband! Give me more!”

More? Did she ever tire? He was going to run out of seed to give her. His mind went blank as she continued her brutal fuck.

As they continued their endless rutting he felt as if they had truly become connected. He could feel the bottomless pool that was her lust, and under most circumstances it would have terrified him. Not now though. It was flattering and lovely that someone could desire him so much. He embraced it, and hoped one day he could feel a fraction of that for her. After all, if he wanted many children he would have to make love with his wife countless times a day.

He waited for the moment he would snap out of it and set himself straight. It never came.