Valentine was comfortably snuggled against Whistling Bear’s back, her arms wrapped around his powerful torso. She had tucked her feet back, trying to keep them away from the straps and bags of gear that hung from his shoulders. A great quiver hung at his hip, filled with heavy arrows. He carried his bow in his hand as he made his way through the forest at a cautious pace. Before they left, Flower had drawn a single long ochre line down his face and chest. Bear was ready for war. Valentine, as always, was naked.
Trotting besides them was the young faun they had met earlier. He was Rom’s ambassador to the Wild Ones, with Valentine as a consultant. She was, after all, human, just as the Wild Ones were. The faun, Gracius, had not really volunteered for the job. Rom had instead made it very clear that he needed someone just like Gracius to go with Val and Bear. The poor faun hadn’t been able to say no. Val had the distinct impression that he felt nervous traveling through the thick woods, which surprised her. Maybe he was their equivalent of a city faun.
Val was not nervous. She had been in a strange mood ever since she had woken up from her trip to the spirit world. That’s what had happened, Rom had explained, that’s where the Hungry Woman lived.
Val could feel the Hungry Woman in the back of her head. It felt as if her snake body was coiled around Val’s spine, her human upper half resting in her skull. When Val closed her eyes she felt back in that swamp, resting on that great black belly, her body throbbing with pleasure. The Hungry Woman’s face would drift in and out of focus, smiling, talking to her. That’s how Val knew that if she relaxed her mind just so, she could see the world around her…differently.
Even now, her head against Bear’s warm back, lulled by the rocking motion of his steps, she let herself fall into that relaxed state. She watched the forest move by through half-lidded eyes, watching as the tree bloomed with colorful houses, the kind she had seen in the spirit world, from which small naked figures watched. They were naked but caped, decorated, beautiful, inhuman but familiar. The spirits of the animal of the forest. Val smiled at the beauty. She had never realized how full of life the world around her was. She had always seen it a heavy and hard, but it was alive and pulsating with energy and spirit. Val felt high, and didn’t care.
They spent the first night curled around a small fire. Gladius had set a small square cloth on the ground, on which he set his plate and cup. He proceeded to carefully spread an array of vegetables and soft cheeses on it. He picked at them with a thin silver fork, daintily cutting cubes of cheese with a small silver knife.
Valentine, curled in the crook of Bear’s equine haunches, smiled. She exchanged smirking glances with Bear, who was loudly chewing on some dried root he had stashed in one of the many bags slung over his shoulder. Val was munching on a mix of nuts and berries, enjoying the animal heat coming off of Bear’s soft belly. She found herself surprisingly comfortable, despite being naked. In fact, the idea of putting clothes on seemed slightly ridiculous. How could she enjoy the velvet heat of Bear’s skin, or the tickling of the grass underfoot, or the waves of heat coming from the small fire if she was clothed? She enjoyed the sight of Bear’s naked body, why would she deny him the pleasure of seeing hers? Her former human habits seemed very foolish now. She smiled at her new found wisdom, finding herself very mature indeed. She soon dozed off, content.
They rode two more days through the thick forest. That third night they camped again, and as always, lit a small fire. Gracius was in the process of spreading his cloth when a small voice made them all jump.
“I would douse that fire if I were you,” said a small voice from the darkness.
Bear grabbed his bow and notched an arrow as Val quickly stood up. Gracius crouched low, scanning the darkness.
“Come out, friend,” called out Gracius.
A shape moved amongst the trees. Two large eyes emerged from the darkness, reflecting the fire light.
“Orcs are about. And worse. Douse the fire or they will come,” said the mysterious figure.
“Show yourself,” called out Bear.
“The forest is not safe anymore. Only the darkness hides. For now,” continued the figure, ignoring Bear as it moved away, fading into the dark.
“What was that?” Asked Val.
“Just a concerned local resident,” said Gracius. “But I think we should heed his advice.”
“Agreed,” replied Bear. He stomped on the little fire with his hoof, casting their camp in darkness. Val suddenly felt much colder.
The following day was much different. The forest looked the same, but Bear moved slowly, carefully, surprisingly silent despite his enormous bulk. Gracius followed close behind. Val stood on Bear’s back, hands on his shoulder, scanning the forest ahead.
They heard them before the three could see them. Up ahead, though the thick underbrush, a great crashing sound was heard, followed by thin screams and howled curses.
Whistling Bear took Val in one large hand and carefully dropped her to the ground. He brought his finger to his lips before pointing to a hiding spot near a tree. Val followed his instruction, crouching between two thick roots of a colossal tree. Gracius pulled a broad knife from his pouch and, after glancing nervously at Bear, circled off into the underbrush.
Bear smiled reassuringly at Val, notching an arrow in his great war bow. He too faded into the underbrush, carefully stepping over roots and fern. Val, suddenly alone, could only sit and listen.
For a while nothing seemed to happen. Then suddenly a loud roar was heard, followed by a great commotion. Cries and curses resonated in the woods, in a rough language Val could not understand. She crouched lower in the nook of the tree.
Suddenly a figure staggered past her hiding place. A tall figure, dressed in rags under a mix of metal studs and bits of leather, stumbled then stopped just a few feet from her. Val held her breath. Even with his back turned to her, she could see that this was no human. He seemed made of gnarled jerky, twisted and rough strings of muscles and sinew moving under an ochre skin. He turned in Val’s direction.
His face was as rough and ill formed as his body, his features arranged in roughly human proportions, but with a massive jaw and tiny beady eyes. Strings of coarse black hair covered his head, held back by two large ears.
“Orcccccc…” Whispered the Hungry Woman in the back of Valentine’s head, raising nervous goosebumps on Val’s skin. Oh shit, came the single thought in her mind. She literally had no idea what to do. She had never been in a fight, sure as hell never against an orc. She hadn’t even seen an orc! “Fuuuuuck” she screamed silently.
He growled when he saw Val. He took a step towards her, his lips drawing back in a snarl over thick yellow teeth. But a stream of dark blood burst from his mouth as he tried to speak. Val noticed a feathered shaft lodged in his chest, like an incongruously colorful ornament. One of Bear’s arrows, sunk so deep it had almost disappeared. The orc stumbled towards Val, mortally wounded.
Valentine suddenly felt acutely naked. There was nothing between her and this thing, stumbling towards her with outstretched hand. Val swallowed a scream and jumped out of her hiding spot. She ran around the tree, keeping a wary eye on the orc as it stumbled after her. In his other hand, she noticed, was a nasty looking short sword.
More screams echoed in the forest. Somewhere nearby a fight was raging. The orc stumbled after Val, teeth bared in a grin of pain and rage. Val stepped away, keeping a safe distance between herself and the stumbling orc. He swung at her with his sword, hopelessly missing, striking more out of anger than anything. Val moved a little faster, and a little further away.
She stepped into a clearing and found herself in the middle of a battle. Or rather, the end of a battle. A half dozen figures, all orcs, laid on the ground, pierced by arrows. To her right another orc fell, clutching his bloodied throat as Gracius darted in and out of a nearby bush, knife in hand.
Ahead was Bear, bow drawn, his arrow aimed at a target at the far end of the clearing. Or rather two targets. Val saw an orc holding a chain. At the end of the chain was a giant, a massive man who stood taller than even Bear. Not a man. Where a man’s head should be was a bull’s massive head, crowned with horns. A minotaur! It bellowed with rage.
Bear loosed his arrow, taking the orc square in the head. Before the orc had fallen to the ground Bear had pulled another arrow from his quiver. Val started to run towards him, just as the wounded orc crashed through the brush, hot on her heel.
Bear turned, saw Val, spotted the orc, and let loose. His arrow sailed over Val and hit the pursuing orc with a low thud, making him groan and fall limp to the ground.
But before Bear could turn back the Bull-Man was on him. It shoved him to the ground, horse legs folding and kicking the air. Bear fell heavily, the ground shacking under the impact. The Minotaur bellowed, and turned towards Val.
Time froze for Valentine. She saw herself in the clearing, naked, unarmed, a few dozen feet from the minotaur, a paper doll compared to the raw power of the beast. But a presence made itself felt in her, and suddenly her head rang with the Hungry Woman’s whispered words.
“Your strength is not in the killing. You are the deep valley, the hungry mouth…look at him and see him for what he is..” she sang in Val’s head.
Val looked at the minotaur, at his fury, his massive frame, his eyes flaming, his nostrils flaring. And then she understood. Of course. He. Her eyes landed on the massive balls and thick cock that swung between his tree trunk legs.
Working on instinct, Val reached between her own legs. She dipped her fingers between the folds of her sex, coating them in a thin and musky film of her juices. She held out her hand.
“Hey big boy,” she called out, “is this what you want?”
The minotaur fixed her with his dark eyes. His nostrils flared. He took a step towards her, the chain rattling as it dragged behind him, but did not charge. Val, emboldened, dipped her fingers in her pussy again, then holding them up again. The minotaur took another step. His nostrils were not flaring anymore. Instead, he was actively sniffing the air. Val could see his thick cock grow thicker still, lengthening. She had a brief flash of fear. His cock was becoming huge. What was she supposed to do now that she had his attention?
Behind the minotaur, Bear was struggling to regain his feet, clearly still half stunned by his fall. He was in no shape to help. Gracius was nowhere to be seen. Val started to panic. She had the beast’s attention, but she doubted that it made her any safer than before.
“Child,” came the voice in her head, “are you an empty container or a hungry mouth?” A shiver went down Val’s spine, a shiver that shook her loins. She looked at the minotaur again, at that thickening cock. It was a human-looking cock, veiny, a bulbous head poking out of a sheet of foreskin. It was just and enormous human cock. Val could feel her pussy get wet. It had been days, she told herself, since she had a good fuck.
She approached the minotaur, juice-covered hand held in front of her, letting him sniff it. He just stood there, sniffing the air, his wet brown eyes now fixed on her hand, his cock growing harder. Val approached, step by step, until she was close enough she could almost touch him.
He lowered his great bovine head to bring his nostrils closer still to her fingers. Val moved her hand to the side, and he moved to the side, his nostrils quivering with his short sniffing breaths. She smiled. She moved her hand slowly back and forth, making him sway his great head to and fro with the swing of her hand. She continued the movements side to side, while dropping her hand lower and lower. The minotaur crouched low, following her movements. Finally, in a grand swooping gesture, Val drew a big circle in the air.
The minotaur, following the hand nose-first, flipped himself on his back, landing with a thud. Before he could regain his senses, Val jumped on top of his great belly, straddling him. It was just like riding a horse except his great cock was now between his belly and Val’s warm pussy. Val started to move her hips back and forth, coating his cock with her juices. She placed her outstretch hand over his nose, forcing him to tilt his head back to smell it. The great nostrils were soft against the palm of her hand, his breath hot.
Val could feel that her pussy was flowing with her juices. That great cock was sliding between the lips of her sex, pushing against her clit. She shifted, grabbing the length of the shaft between her thighs. She started to ride him, sliding her pussy up and down along the length of it, covering it with her juices.
Pre-cum started to ooze from the slit, increasing the lubrication. Val cupped the tip of the massive cock, catching the flowing fluids in the palm of her hand. She rubbed the head of the cock as she continued to slide back and forth along its length, tilting her hips to better brush her clit agains the smooth skin of the shaft. Val started to breath heavy as her own pleasure rose. The minotaur was obviously enjoying this. He was shaking his head, sniffing and nipping at the hand Val held over his broad and soft nose. At the same time, his hips had started a pumping motion, raising Val in the air as she rode him, pushing his thick cock against her opening pussy.
Val braced herself with one hand on his massive chest, his heart pounding like a drum under her palm. He was built like a power-lifter, thick and massive where Bear was lean and long. His skin was hot, light brown, covered in curly black hair. He was almost human, except twelve feet tall and that bull head. And a cock to match. Val couldn’t help but stare at the thick member between her thighs. It was bigger than anything she had seen yet, bigger yet than Bear’s horse cock. She felt powerful with it beneath her it, riding this monster cock, in control.
She was dimly aware that Bear was getting back up, his hands already notching an arrow to his bow. Gracius was stepping out of the forest, watching her. Val suddenly had a sense of urgency, and of care towards the Bull-Man between her thighs. They would try to kill him, they saw him as a threat. She could not let them do that.
She sat back, letting go of his nose. He grunted, raising his head to look at her. Val reached back with her hand to stroke his heavy balls, her other hand stroking the sides of his shaft. The minotaur’s eyes rolled back and he let his great head fall to the ground. He was hers, thought Val, grinning.
She started to really ride him, sliding back and forth on top of the thick shaft, running her wet pussy along it’s length, driving herself a little nuts with how good that felt. She kept rubbing the tip of it, polishing the head with the pre-cum oozing out of the slit. Her other hand was on his balls, stroking him, hefting one the way you would hold a ripe melon.
Bear was approaching warily, unsure. Valentine increased the tempo of her hips as she moved to and fro. “Come on, big boy, cum for me, give me your spunk, …” she muttered as she slid her pussy across the length of his shaft, pressing her pussy against it. She could feel her own orgasm building, a tight knot in her cunt ready to pop. Her thighs were wet with her juices and his, her fingers coated in his pre-cum. She let go of his balls to grab hold of him two handed. She started to stroke his massive shaft, her hands not even making it completely around it. She crushed her clit against it, pumping his cock furiously.
The minotaur snorted, nipped at the air, his arms spread out, hands digging into the dirt. He arched his back, lifting Val clean off the ground so that her full weight was on her pussy as she straddled his cock. The sudden pressure pushed her over the edge. She rode the crashing wave of her orgasm as she rode the minotaur, his great cock shooting vast arcs of jism through the air as his hips pumped furiously between her thighs.
The minotaur collapsed to the ground, head back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Valentine rolled off of him, staggering back to her feet, her body still buzzing from the rush of pleasure. She held her arms out, facing the approaching Bear.
“Wait!” she cried out, “don’t hurt him. He’s not going to do anything anymore!”
“How do you know?” Called back Bear, his bow already rising to target the Bull-Man.
Valentine stepped in between Bear and the minotaur, hands on her hips. She was covered in sweat, dust and cum, her hair falling across her face, but she stared down the giant centaur and said, “I am…” she hesitated, words forming in her mind that rang true, though she didn’t know why, words that seemed to describe someone else, someone powerful yet alien to her. But at the last second she hesitated.
“Because I know, that’s all,” she finally stated.
Bear lowered his bow. Behind Valentine, the minotaur was sitting up, resting his elbows on his raised knees. He looked at them both and…smiled? Val guessed that that was the expression on his bull face. She had never talked to a bull before.
“What is your name?” She asked the minotaur.
It cocked its massive head, looking at her quizzically.
Gracius approached cautiously.
“Minotaurs don’t speak,” he said. “They are brutish animals, barely smarter than the cows that birthed them.”
“They are dangerous animals,” interjected Bear. “Quick to anger and violence. This one tried to kill us. He might be calm now, but there is no saying when he will try again.”
Valentine approached the Minotaur. Standing, she was barely taller than him sitting. She placed one hand on the closest horn, wary of sudden movements from his giant head. He looked at her with big brown eyes. All fury was gone from them, but the beast exuded explosive power. Bear was right to fear it.
Him, thought Val to herself. The poor thing was not a thing, but another denizen of the forest. She touched the collar that was wrapped around his neck, to which the chain was attached. The minotaur flinched, a flash of anger in his eyes. Bear shifted his position, giving himself a clear shot around Val.
The collar was spiked, but the barbs were pointed inwards, into the massive neck where man turned to bull. Puss and blood mixed where the skin had been cut raw. No wonder it was angry.
“Can we cut the collar off?” Asked Val, looking pleadingly at Bear and Gracius.
“Not a good idea,” grumbled Bear.
“If he will let me,” said Gracius softly, and not without compassion.
Val kept one hand on the minotaur’s muzzle, another on his horn. Gracius approached and, with nimble fingers, picked the lock that held the collar tight. The chain dropped to the ground, the collar with it.
Night found them sitting around a small campfire, deep in the forest and away from the clearing. Gracius had applied leaves and mud to the sores on the minotaur’s neck, which the minotaur had gratefully received. It now looked at Gracius with great curious cow eyes as the faun spread out his napkin for the evening meal.
Bear was standing at the twilight edge of the fire light, scanning the dark forest, keeping a wary eye on the minotaur. Val could feel his tension.
She rose up from her seated position near the fire and walked over to him. She stepped into the cool darkness of the forest, marveling at the silver-edged branches above, trimmed by the moonlight. She found a moss covered log, a long dead tree that had fallen and was now angling from ground to tree top, held up by its standing brothers like a dark diagonal in the forest. She started walking up its incline, carefully finding toe holds in the slippery bark.
Bear watched her, her pale pink form in stark contrast to the dark forest. She fit, he thought, her nudity making her a natural part of the forest. When she tuned to face him, he noticed how in the moonlight her dark hair and pubes matched the dark moss beneath her. She waved him over to her. After a quick glance towards the minotaur, Bear stepped deeper int to the forest to join her.
Standing on the log, Valentine was the same height as Bear. When he approached, she took his face between her hands, smoothing his hair behind his ears.
“I will not challenge you about the beast, but…” he started to say.
“Shhh,” whispered Val.
She kissed him on the lips, preventing any more words from being spoken.
She reached down with one hand to find his cock. It was soft and heavy in her palm, twitching as her fingertips brushed against his balls. Her tongue slipped into Bear’s mouth to find his. He responded, his tongue darting around hers, his great hand finding her breast to cup it. His cock grew thick in her hand.
Val had been horny for hours. The feeling of that giant cock against her pussy had left her hungry to be filled. Once the adrenaline of the fight had ebbed, and the small group settled around the campfire, she had been unable to resist the urge anymore. She needed a cock in her, and Bear’s was delightfully near. And growing, soft to the touch but hard against her palm. She moved the skin up and down around it, urging it to grow to its fullest.
She almost chuckled when she held the fullness of his erection in her hand. Her standards sure had changed. Bear would have been considered massively hung in her earlier days..
Val pulled away from Bear, smiling. She bent over to quickly slide his cock in her mouth, drooling over it to cover it in saliva. She could feel the coolness of the air on the already wet lips of her pussy, but extra lube never hurt anyone. And anyway, the feel of that soft knob on her tongue, the feeling of fullness in her mouth from the thick cock, made her squirm with desire. She gave it one last lick like an ice cream cone.
Val stood back up. She wrapped her arms around Bear’s neck, threw a leg over his back and held on tight. Bear took the hint. His hands went to her ass, holding her up. Val wrapped her legs around the base of his torso, guiding his cock towards the entrance of her pussy with one hand. Bear, his eyes locked in hers, guided her down onto his thick cock.
Val bit her lip as her pussy stretched open, as the round head of his dick made its way into the wet sleeve of her sex. Bear breathed out, trying to maintain control over the urge to shove his way in. Instead he let her slide down slowly, relishing the feel of the tightness and warmth around his straining cock.
That was it, that was the feeling Val had been looking for. The warm solidity of his chest against hers, the embracing arms, and that magnificent cock of his filling her insides. She held on tight, a rising hunger gripping her.
“Fuck me..” she whispered in Bear’s ear before letting her head fall on his shoulder.
He snorted, prancing a bit in place. His large hands were under her ass like a saddle, gripping her. He started to move her up and down on his cock, lifting her whole body up and down before slamming her back down. Val gasped. Bear began a relentless motion, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Val could only gasp as she was manhandled, her pussy stretched open with every in-thrust, crying out for more as he slid out.
Bear closed his eyes, his mind flooded by the pleasure. He moved her, used her, fucking her pussy. He was barely aware of her, consumed by the motion on his cock. He was barely moving, moving her instead. Val braced her feet on his haunches, taking some of her weight, opening her hips even more to receive even more of him in her hungry cunt.
Neither were going to last long. There was too much heat, too much time since the last time they had fucked, too much adrenaline to be burned off from the fight against the orcs. Val hung on Bear’s neck for dear life as pleasure shook her. She had an orgasm, or two, or twelve, or not yet, she wasn’t sure. All she knew is that her body shook, was impaled on that cock, was swept away, that the world was her cunt being speared by that cock and nothing else existed.
She felt Bear’s cock swell before it spilled his cum inside of her, felt that splash of hot spunk deep in her pussy. That pushed her even further, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she threw her head back, shaking, almost falling if it wasn’t for Bear’s strong hands supporting her.
They stopped moving, Bear’s cock still deep in Val’s pussy. They were both breathing hard, sweating. Eventually Val braced herself against Bear’s hips and pushed herself up and off of him, her pussy throbbing as his length slid through her parted pussy lips. She shakily found her footing on the angled log. Bear held his arm out for her to hold on to as she made her way down. Thin rivulets of their mingled juices flowed down her inner thighs. I need a bath, Val thought, looking down at her muddy feet, her cum and dust covered legs.
And yet she felt perfect, watching drops of Bear’s cum falling on the moss below, dropping out of her throbbing pussy.
She stopped for a few moments at the base of the log, her feet back on solid ground. She turned to give Bear a hug, his human cock flopping against her chest. She grinned at him, then took his cock in her hand and gave it a kiss. Bear chuckled and grinned.
They both looked up to see Gracius and the minotaur looking at them. Gracius was standing by a tree at the edge of the firelight, his slim cock erect and pink again the dark fur of his goat legs, a small smile on his face. The minotaur’s enormous head peeked over Gracius’s shoulder, looking at Val and Bear with bovine curiosity.
Val chuckled. Hungry Woman indeed. She turned around, leaned forward to brace herself against the mossy log and stuck her ass out. She glanced over her shoulder at Gracius and smiled. His cock seemed slim and small compared to Bear’s, but Val was ready for second round. And part of her was curious. She had never fucked a faun before.
Gracius trotted over eagerly.
Val watched his erection bob against the dark fur of his belly, so pink again the thick curls. She had to admit that he had a beautiful cock. Perfectly proportioned, though not big. Erect, it had an almost dignified air, similar to Gracius himself. Half goat maybe, but the human half was pleasant to look at for sure, elegant, with a well trimmed goatee and a well kept head of curly brown hair. And a little mischievous smile his lip. He was a faun after all. If Greek vases were to be trusted, the one thing faun liked to do is tup maidens.
Val had to chuckle. Her ass out, hands on the mossy log in the middle of a dark forest, she hardly fit the image of a maiden. Or was she a nymph? Before she had a chance to decide, Gracius slipped a hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy. Val gasped.
Gracius’s fingers slid across her skin like the wings of butterflies, soft and quick, tracing patterns across her inner thighs. His hands drew shapes and circles across her ass, her back, brushing across her breasts, drawing shivers and a low moan out of Valentine. He knew what he was doing, Val thought, sticking her ass a little further out, inviting him to dig a little deeper.
A slim finger, then another, slid into her pussy. She was drenched already, lubricated and stretched open by Bear’s massive cock. A part of her was suddenly afraid she was too loose now. She squeezed the muscles around her vagina, gripping his probing fingers.
But Gracius had other ideas. He pressed his thumb gently against the ring of her asshole. Val purred. Oh, she thought, it had been a while… Gracius stepped up, holding on to her hips, and slid his cock into her pussy. Val exhaled loudly at the sudden flood of pleasure. His slim cock was almost a relief after Bear, a delicious fullness in her pussy without the gut-pounding pressure of the centaur’s massive cock.
And his thumb, well oiled by her sweat and juices, was still there, pressed against her ass. Gracius started a slow, deep rhythm with his hips, pulling out of her pussy almost fully before sliding back in. And doing..something, Val was not quite sure what. It felt like his cock was moving, rotating, swiveling, something, rubbing the rounded tip agains the ridges of her G spot, against the root of her pussy, finding nerve endings she hadn’t known she had.
Val let her head hang between her arms, bracing herself again the fallen tree, feet apart and ass in the air. All her focus was on her pussy the the cock swimming in there, drawing gasps and shivers of pleasure. Her breasts felt heavy and electric, swinging gently with every thrust, her nipples arcing through the cool night air like shards of fire. And that thumb.
His thumb had slipped between the rings of muscles, had slid effortlessly, bringing another note to the symphony of pleasure he was drawing out of Val’s body.
Val shook with an orgasm. It was like a low rumble, shaking her body, making her tremble and gasp, her eyes screwed shut as the waves of pleasure pulsed out of her pelvis. Her orgasm must have been his cue. He slid his cock out of her pussy and before Val had the chance to look back, she felt the pressure of his cock against the ring of her asshole.
“Yessss…” she grunted, as a heavy wave of pleasure radiated out. She pushed back, inviting the cock in.
Gracius, ever the gentleman, let her guide her ass down his cock. She pushed and breathed and slid that tight ring along his slim cock until she felt his balls tap her thighs. It was another fullness now, a different note. She remained still for a moment, letting her ass ring like a bell through her gut.
Fingers fluttered across her clit. Gracius had reached down over her belly, cupping her pussy. He pushed down on her clit, almost pinching it between two fingers, keeping a steady pressure on it.
“Fuck..,” whispered Val to herself.
The pressure on her clit made her insides vibrate. She needed to move, to make that heat spread. She started rolling her hips, a shallow fucking of her ass on his cock. Gracius took the hint and started to move, sliding his cock back and forth in her well lubricated ass, keeping the pressure on her clit.
“Fuuuuck…,” moaned Val.
Gracius kept a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, letting the pressure build as his fingers pushed on her clit. He watched as his cock slid between the pink globes of her ass, his hand on her hip, pulling himself deeper in. Gracius was dimly aware of the presence of the two massive creatures nearby, the centaur and the minotaur, dark shapes in the fire-lit forest. But his focus was on Val, her body that quivered and trembled under his touch, the heat of her ass as it drew in his cock. And her feminine essence, a hunger that matched his rutting desires. He tapped it, found it deep in her belly, tickled it with the tip of his cock, pressed against it with fingers. She had responded by letting go, by letting her head hang, her back curl, her ass push out, matching his thrusts.
That was his cue to let go, to unleash his animal maleness that lived barely tamed by his intellect. He grabbed hold of her hips with both hands and started to really push, slamming his cock into her ass, drawing grunts of pleasure out of her.
Val had replaced his hand with hers, her fingers a blur as they danced across her clit. Her thighs were streaked with the juices flowing out of her gaping pussy. Orgasms built and blew across her body, sharp flashes of white across her eyes as she came again and again, her legs trembling. It was as if Gracius, for all the savagery of his thrusting, knew exactly the rhythm that would make her pleasure grow and peak and crash into her core.
Gracius grunted and moaned, hunched over her ass, his thrusting becoming suddenly frantic and chaotic. Val looked over her shoulder through sweat drenched hair to see the faun suddenly arc back, head thrown back, locking his hips against her ass. She felt a wet heat flood her insides, a deep pulsing of his cock in her ass, a final tremor that shook yet another orgasm out of her.
Gracius finally stopped moving, panting. Val let herself collapse forward onto the mossy log that supported her. His cock slid out of her with a moist pop. Gracius trotted back, slicking his hair back with one hand, trying to catch his breath. He looked back at Val to see if she was doing fine, which she was. She was sitting on the log, smiling ruefully.
The minotaur brushed past the panting faun, a dark mass moving impossibly quickly. Before Gracius or Bear had a chance to do anything, he was on Valentine.
“Oh shit,” was all Val time to think. But the beast suddenly stopped and fell to his knees in front of her. He pushed his giant head towards her belly.
Several thoughts clashed though Val’s head in the split second it took the minotaur to move his head closer. “I’m dead” was one of them, as was “I made a terrible mistake”, though another less dire one was “I’m too tired to fuck him”. When it became clear that the Bull-Man had no intentions of eating her alive (or dead), her thoughts congealed into a single one: “there is no way his dick is going to fit in my pussy.”
But other, slower, thoughts were making their ways through the tiny brain of the minotaur. He extended his enormous tongue and licked Val.
Val cried out in surprise and pleasure. His tongue was enormous, wet, and slightly rough. It made her pussy, already sore from the pounding it got from Bear, burn. But it was the kind of burn you got from eating spicy food. A delicious torture that left you wanting more. And more she got. The minotaur licked and tasted, dipping into the depth of her pussy, filling her in ways no cock ever had.
Val grabbed on to the horns of the bull, placing her feet on his shoulders. She held on as his tongue snaked and wormed its way into and across her pussy, her ass, her thighs and belly, as it pushes her open and filled her, as it slid across her swollen clit.
She held on as the minotaur reared his head until she was perched on his shoulders, holding on to his horns, hunched over his tongue, shaking with pleasure as orgasms shook her.
Gracius and Bear looked at each other. That’s not something you see everyday, even in the forest of Ewelyn.