Chapter 1 Part 2: Developing a Taste for Exotic Meats (NSFW)

That evening, Alton sat in his designated spot on the floor, lamenting the situation he found himself in. He wondered if he would’ve been better off cremated in the furnace opposite from him. The almost constantly burning hearth made the room very warm and dry, and covered every surface with a thin layer of dark, grey ash.

To cool down, Alton began to remove his navy overcoat that protected him from the harsh autumn winds. Gibla burst through the thick stone doors to see her slave moving from his spot.

“Hey!” She shouted. “Keep that on!”

“Why? I meant no harm towards you, Gibla,” said Alton, questioning the sanity of his new owner.

“You do what I say. Not you, ME.” growled Gibla, baring her shark-like teeth. Her fists clenched, cracking the knuckles of her gnarled green hands.

After taking a deep breath, Gibla pulled a massive raw steak, about the size of her chest, out of her black backpack. Its juices dripped on the ground by her feet. She sighed. “This is for you.” she said in a calmer tone.

Alton was flummoxed by Gibla’s abrupt change of tone. His eyes widened as he came to a shocking realization. “Is… is that human?”

“Beef,” chuckled Gibla, before chucking the meat straight into the hearth with her gloved hand. She pulled the seared steak out seconds later, flicking her wrist to quell the flames that caught on her gloves.

She tossed the cooked steak right onto Alton’s chest, spilling grease on his tunic. “Eat up. You’re too bony.”

“Actually, Gibla, cou-”

“Call me ‘madam’, slave.”

“Could you please c-cut the steak up a bit, madam?”

“Sure,” said Gibla, rolling her eyes. She walked across the room to a large halberd about twice her height, decorated in Ghukliak runes. she blew the grey ash off the halberd, then picked it up with both hands.

“No, please! I’m sorry madam! I won’t ask again!” Alton begged as she walked back over to him.

Gibla kicked the steak to the side, then, with one gargantuan swing, chopped the thick, juicy beast clean in two. “Now eat.”

“Oh, thank you, Gi- madam.”

He took the steak, its juices dripping onto his chest, and took a big bite. His eyes lit up; it was delicious! He began to consider whether this slavery deal was such a bad idea.

As Alton sunk his teeth into the succulent steak, Gibla licked her lips. It’s a habit of hers to do this when there's meat nearby. “Now, you do something for me.”

“Anything you need, madam.”

Gibla cracked the stone door open, to check if anyone was looking inside or nearby. Then she slammed the door shut, and tossed the halberd aside. Her eyelids slowly lowered as her grin grew wide.

“...Madam?” muttered Alton as Gibla unbuckled her boots, kicking them next to Alton. “What are you trying to-”

“Lie down here,” said Gibla, while pointing down, in between her feet.

“W-what is happe-”

Gibla placed her bare foot over Alton’s mouth to silence him. “Shhh. No talking. Just doing.” Alton could taste the dirt and sweat on her tiny green sole. She waited until Alton stopped trying to resist her, then she slowly pulled her pants down, revealing her thin, yet shapely legs. She undid her bun, and flicked the ash out of her wavy black hair.

She kicked her trousers over to her bed before lifting her foot off his face. Alton looked up to see a view of Gibla’s reddish brown taint, and round, supple rump. He knew where this was going. “No, please don’t,” he pretended to beg as Gibla slowly started to crouch down.

“No talk!” Gibla barked at her slave as she lowered her ass onto Alton’s willing face. “Just… clean.”

Alton’s nose was flooded with the pungent stench of Gibla’s ripe asshole. His entire world was rendered in nothing but foul goblin flesh. He began to moan in pleasure just from the smell, and groan in pain due to Gibla’s surprising weight. Her presence was already a suffocating phenomenon, but her physical body? Dreadful.

“You like it?” Gibla asked, to which Alton gave a thumbs up before taking a long sniff. Gibla giggled at the ticklish sensation before puckering her anus. She shifted left and right on Alton’s face, earning another muffled moan from him.

Gibla looked up from her human throne, and noticed his massive bulge, already dripping hot precum that seeped through his trousers. She pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing package. She leaned forward and flicked his swollen head with her clawed finger.

Alton yelped in pain. He tried to adjust his body to avoid such another strike, but found himself still trapped underneath Gibla’s forceful ass.

“Stop fighting,” Gibla ordered him. “Or I’ll do it again.”

Resigned to his fate, Alton took several long sniffs of Gibla’s powerful musk. Whilst he was squirming in pleasure, she shouted at him to do his job faster.

“Now clean!”

She slightly readjusted herself, placing her wet, slimy snatch right over his lips. The stench was all things feral and foul, but Alton managed to stomach it, as he needed to groom his mistress.

Alton’s tongue searched around her taint before flicking her slimy, fishy clit. Gibla let out a feminine peep as he did this.

“Yeah. Right there, my slave.”

Alton groomed Gibla’s now moist vagina, lapping up every droplet of unwashed grime in between her putrid meat flaps. She began to drool, her hot saliva spilling on her brown blacksmith apron. He then flicked her clit faster and faster, while taking more deep breaths of her fragrant swamp. Alton struggled to figure out how such a stench could make his cock a bar of iron.

“R-right there!” she moaned as she tilted her head back in pleasure.

Alton started to feel Gibla clenching her olive green cheeks, and contracting the muscles of her hairy pussy. He stopped licking, and left his mouth agape. He prepared to supplicate his queen for her hellish yet divine juices.

“RIGHT THERE! AGH!”

A torrent of clear fluid jetted out of Gibla’s grimy pink urethra, right into Alton’s open mouth. He choked a little, but held steadfast, guzzling her sweet nectar. Meanwhile, Gibla’s shrill moans nearly shook the walls with their volume.

She slowly got up off Alton's sweaty face, who reluctantly swallowed the rest of his mistress’ discharge. She took a few seconds to breathe, purple tongue slobbering, reveling in the pure pleasure.

“Now that’s a good slave.”

Alton did nothing but nod and hold down her fluids in his stomach. It now seemed she was a part of him - within and without.


[THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN IN COLLABORATION WITH VLUIRTY, AKA CHUCKLER. MANY THANKS TO HIM.]