This first volume serves as an opening to the tale, and the fantastical side will appear in following releases.
I recently made an edition to this volume, for those of those who noticed, since my second part was evidently less popular and too short; I’ve moved it to this volume, to hopefully improve quality. Thank you for any feedback and requests.
If you don’t find my girl, I’ll string you up by your legs and let the wolves get you, you hear me?!” Spat a bearded old face, the reek of alcohol flying from the opening. The cabin rattled in the violent winds as the men spoke.
“We’ll have her soon, sir”, spoke a ragged and sickly voice from the corner of the room in response.
“We have it covered, Bill”, chimed in a well spoken Englishman, with a deep sigh.
“Then get the fuck out there”, choked the stocky mountaineer, raising a fresh bottle to his messy and food covered mouth. The Englishman moved to the doorway, lifting his weapon from a three legged chair.
Charles quickly exited the small building, slamming the rotten door angrily as he did. On the uneven porch, he wrapped the fur of his coat over his face and pulled on his thick gloves. Out he stepped, into the bitter gale of winter. He gripped his scratched, wooden rifle tightly; The oaken stock stuck to his scruffy leather hands. His body stiffened. The cold shocked him. Each time he stepped into the frozen frontier, he would jump at the spiteful breeze. The coming of spring brought something close to a smile beneath his face cover. The young man’s tough boots waded in the thick snow, the white sea swallowing him below the knee. He moped onwards, his sight set on his meagre lodging; a logged box atop the frozen falls that was constantly battered in the harsh weather. After trudging the distance of half a mile, he stopped just before the front door. The snap of a twig and crunching of snow stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly to face the huge trees of the forest, from which a string groaned and stretched. The figure was covered, their identity kept hidden under a rough hood and tan overcoat, and snowy drifts blew from behind their steady arms. Charles’ heart was nearly thumping out of it’s cage at the sight.
The figure pulled harder on the bowstring as if to let it fly. Charles prepared to leap away in the hope that he might get away with his life, at the very least; he held tightly to his trusty weapon and bent his knees unnoticeably. Before he could prepare, the figure turned and dashed speedily into the pines; A disappearing shape. The man was planted in place, his heart still pumping loud enough to be heard through the whistling draft. Confusion clouded his mind and clouds of warm air burst from his mouth and up into his squinting eyes. His curiosity took hold and without warning nor regard for any preplanning, his legs took control and dragged him into the woodland after the figure, bearing no mind to the deep snow which was trying desperately to swallow him whole. Nevertheless, he continued to fly past dark pine trees that swayed and creaked in the air, bashing through heavy branches that thumped into his chest and face. He didn't even know where he was going. He continued straight on in the hope that he might find the lone hunter. After minutes of exhaustive sprinting, he prepared to stop and turn back, as his breath continued to leave him.
He was brought to a halt, as he slammed into a wide tree trunk; he was sent spinning to the floor. After picking himself up in the assurance that nobody saw that, his mind drifted and noted that he found himself in a perfectly measured circle of trees and foliage. He observed the lack of snow on the pale green grass, and the shade created by looming tree leaves. The oddest element was the perfectly vertical, ornate arrow that sat dead centre in the clearing. The butt of the arrow held three striped crimson feathers and strings of beads, which dangled from all sides. The hunter found it less intriguing than he found it queer.
Charles had become so held by the scene, that he'd forgotten entirely about his chase, and bent down to pull the arrow from the earth. As his gloved hand gripped the shaft of the arrow, his ears twitched at the familiar sound of a bowstring stretching. He froze and raised his hands into the air with his rifle. “Drop your weapon and step forward”, spoke a sharp female voice, with a surprisingly weak accent, from his rear.
“Of course” he chimed, “if you would promise not to shoot me in the back.” He replied, attempting to sound far less jumpy than he knew he was.
“Why would I not have done this already?” The youthful voice asked.
“Fair point. I'm putting my rifle on the ground okay?”, as he did so, the speaker thudded to the ground behind him, causing a small jump inside Charles; he stood slowly with both hands raised high into the air once more, taking a step forwards towards the trees.
“What are you?” , The woman asked, slowly approaching him.
“How do you know English?”, he asked, receiving a hit on the back with his own rifle”
“Answer me”, the woman demanded.
“I'm just a hunter. I live up in the hills.” He replied quickly, “please I was just tracking a-“
“You chased me.” She interrupted, mockingly, poking his legs with her bow.
“Well you were going to shoot me!” He exasperated, waving his arms to exclaim the point.
“I was not. I was curious.” , she continued while remaining behind the man, “I’m sure the elder will be too”. Before Charles could respond, a sharp pain came with a shrouding of darkness.
Astral stepped nimbly along the snowy ground, carrying the fur-clad hunter atop her shoulders. The woman barely sunk into the meter thick snow, as she made her way towards home. The man was strange to her, his voice was different to the others and she wondered with intrigue where he came from. He was also paler than the other settlers she’d seen. She held the man’s weapon in her left hand. It was ugly. She found that these people often spent no time to make things beautiful and she found even its texture was ugly to the touch. She had been walking for almost an hour, when the man started to stir atop her shoulders. She set him down against a tree and stepped back into the shadows of the forest. Charles slowly opened his eyes and felt a thrashing pain in his head. He moved to grab his neck but found his hands bound together. The rope rubbed harshly against his skin and left it to sting him cruelly. He realised that his limbs were all bound and he immediately struggled to get free.
“Hello? Get these off me, please! It's freezing out here.”, he shivered as the snow fell on him.
Charles scanned the tree line, before shimmying his way up the tree until he was standing. He hooked his wrists around a low hanging branch; he then rubbed the rope along the branch furiously, as it brought searing pain to him. The rope snapped after what felt like an age and he collapsed to the cold ground after his sudden loss of balance. As he bent down to untie his ankles, a female voice spoke from beyond the trees once again.
“I am almost impressed”, spoke the woman, calmly, as Charles remembered her doing before. He released a sigh and let his head fall to his chest. The woman stepped out from the trees to his front, with a spring in her step; for the first time he saw her without her leather and fur outerwear. Instead, she wore a simple vest that barely covered the middle of her chest, and fur bottoms, with a heap of bags and sacks over her back. She was young, perhaps even younger than himself. Her face was slim and pretty, her big eyes of pale blue stared at him with an untrusting look. Her dark, long hair waved smoothly in the wind, as if it disobeyed the power of the wind.
All of a sudden, Charles wasn't as frightened of her, even as she held her bow to him and unsheathed a small decorated knife from her side, he was stunned by the unknown beauty of her features. She cautiously walked towards him, holding her knife up. “Be still.” She commanded. Charles didn't move a muscle, as he continued to stare at her in awe. She grabbed the rope between his ankles and ran the knife through it, setting his legs free from one another. As soon as she had he scrambled up to his feet and moved back into the tree. He gulped, asking “Where are you taking me?”
“To my village. I hope you will come without being forced.” She said with a reassuring, but also threatening, smile.
“Then why did you hit me?”, he asked quickly.
“I thought you would be more violent, I apologise.” she spoke sincerely, as a less unfriendly look took its place on her features. She asked whether he would come with her peacefully, and maintained an air of uncertainty.
“I suppose I don’t have much choice, I just hope you don’t plan on hurting me.”, he replied after a second of thought, “what’s so interesting about me though?” He quizzed the light-footed native, whose small feather headdress waved into a cold breeze.
”I think you are different to many settlers and hunters that my people have known, like someone I know well” she responded openly, “ that is how I speak your tongue”.
“It’s not as though I’ll be missing an exciting time, and I’m curious to meet your peoples, so lead on” Charles said politely, like it was a colonial innkeeper.
“I am glad. What do I call you, and where are you from?” She asked, as if she had never tied him up and lugged him through the forest.
“My name is Charles Longsborough, good to meet you..”, he stared at her for a while before jumping in, “Oh... yes I'm from England, I hope you know it.” He spoke nervously, but without fear in his words.
“I know of it, your people are one of many that took land that belonged to mine” she replied sourly. Charles stood silent for a second.
“I’m sorry but I was just a child, I’m only here to make a life for myself”, he responded apologetically. She nodded her head and exerted a quick smile on her face, one that held a bitter taste. Astral turned on her heel and strode through a line of trees, towards a reasonably large opening in the forest.
“I am called Astral, Charles Longborough, follow me”, She said, whilst moving through the low branches, as if she were a squirrel in its natural habitat.
Once the couple had reached the open ground, the young woman stopped and dropped her packs in a patch of thin snow. “We will have to stop here”, speaking wisely to him. “We can’t navigate at night”, she added.
Charles nodded his head; “Do we have any equipment to camp with?”, he asked worryingly.
Astral pointed towards the sacks and pouches she had piled on the floor nearby.
“How did you carry me and all that, you can’t be that strong.”, he asked with shock, “and why are you so far from your home?” he inquired. “I was sent by the elder to locate settlements close to our borders”, she responded, ignoring the other questions.
After constructing a worryingly small teepee – only fit for one person, which the Englishman made some fuss about - making a fire just to the front of it and killing a small rabbit, the sun had gone entirely and darkness surrounded warm flames. The cold was nearly unbearable now and even fire couldn’t resist the cruel frost. Charles’ fingers had gone numb as he sat upon a log of rotten wood. He was jamming chunks of skinned meat onto skewers, before placing them above the fire. After skinning the meat, his hands were covered in a deep crimson; without speaking, Astral moved around behind him and watered his hands down, washing them of blood. He smiled in thanks.
They had hardly spoken since the two set up camp and the time was filled with silence. Considering there was little trust between the two of them, and Charles’ uncontrollable attraction towards her radiance, it was seemingly natural. To him, though, it became unbearable and he spoke up. “Astral, how old might you be?”, Charles questioned her out of the blue.
“Why?”, she retorted quickly; glancing at him. She moved past the fire and sat cross legged on the cold ground opposite Charles.
“I was just curious… You look quite young after all.” She hesitated a moment, but then spoke,” I was born twenty three years ago. What of your age?” She requested with a less-than-innocent look on her face. In fact she was examining his face at that moment.
“I’m twenty one, so I suppose I was wrong.”, he smiled, “You look younger, that’s all” he added awkwardly as he chewed on a tough chunk of rabbit.
“I will take that as a kindness”, she replied, covering the hint of a smile with her hand.
Charles wasn't anything incredible, however his thin face could easily be called handsome; a perfectly straight nose and somewhat chiselled jaw. His face was topped with some stubble after a day or two without grooming, and his head was topped with flowing brown hair that brushed along his neck. This all rested on a six foot tall and pale frame. Astral found his complexion curious, the purity of his skin was washed with a pretty red at times and she struggled to find this anything but strapping amongst his princely features.
“Is there a story behind the arrow I was holding?” Charles said, breaking another silence, as they both gazed nervously at one another, their cultural differences creating a mist of confusion around the fire.
“They mark the area around our territory. They are placed in a circle a small way from each other. If they are not there, other tribes can move into our land without knowing.” She explained, grabbing Charles’ attention. He had more questions for this mysterious native.
They continued to talk into the late night, starting with small things about their activities and slowly revealing things about their personal lives and their pasts, as the night sky watched overhead. Charles told Astral about his home and how different it was in; he found them both beautiful, but he adored the wildness of her country. They began to grow a quick fondness for one another, finding their natural attraction to one another impossible to resist. They talked long into the night, smiling and laughing across the fire. As the dark grew older, the two started to speak as if they had known one another for months rather than hours. Astral imposed herself on the conversation and was very forward; Charles found her personality incredible, she rarely held things back and spoke more openly than anyone he’d met once they started speaking frankly. It was a fresh change from his English acquaintances at home and even the barbaric settlers he mixed with.
After their small supper, the two of them agreed that the cold was too much. They both slipped inside the tight teepee, which forced them up against one another, which Charles found unbearably uncomfortable, and was unable to look her in the eye. The warmth of the teepee compared to the outside was astonishing to Charles; the small candlelight flickered above the two of them.
“Before we sleep, why are you taking me to your village? I still don't understand.” He inquired.
“The people of the village will want to study you, how you live. It may even be that we ask you to teach your language.”
“Wait, so I have to stay? What if I want to return home?” He inquired swiftly. Astral completely ignored his question. She stared into his eyes, ordering him to remove his clothing and lay them outside outside, reminding him that they needed to retain their heat. Charles removed his fur coat and then his thick leather shirt, revealing a toned athletic torso. His abdomen glowed in the light and the warmth of teepee brought glistening sweat onto the surface. Astral observed the art in front of her for a while before she prepared to do the same, with a feeling of surprise and joy expanding in her mind. The unstoppable force of her attraction was impossible to resist, and she chose to indulge.
“The rest”, she commanded. She couldn’t help smirking, as she removed her own fur overcoat, followed by removing her revealing wolf-fur vest. Charles felt a twitch in his midriff, a sensation he was used to, but never understood; her supple, perky breasts fell from her garments, freezing him where he stood. The first he had seen since he was but an infant. Her penny sized nipples poked out and brushed up against his solid chest, it drove him wild and the swelling in his trousers accelerated.
He wanted to remove the rest of his clothing, but he was stuck admiring the paler skin covering her perfect breasts. Astral, on the other hand, had begun to remove her lower body clothing; revealing her smooth vagina, which gleamed in the candlelight and the soft pink left her companion bewildered. Her slender, toned thighs lead down to her gorgeous calves, which she removed from her bottoms. Her body was unnaturally hairless, Charles failed to see anything, and while he kept his own body and groin area well groomed, her skin was as flawless and smooth as a newborn’s. Now Charles’ member strained at the restraints of his own bottoms, as his excitement grew more than ever at the image of pure arousal in front of him.
“I don't know if I should-“ he began.
“Let me help you with that, Charles.”, She interrupted with an adorable giggle, reaching down to the waist of his slim fur trousers, above the large bulge stretching the material. She yanked the material down to the floor to reveal his white briefs, which were almost tearing due to the large object twitching behind them. Astral got down on her knees and looked up into Charles’ wide eyes, smiling seductively as she licked her lips. Then without warning she ripped the dampening briefs from his muscled thighs. Eight inches of engorged cock swung from his waist, slapping her cheek with an oozing drip of precum she glanced from his swinging dick to his glazed over eyes and back again, with a huge grin on her face.
“Oh my, that’s big Charles.” She said with a squeal, as the head rested millimetres from her lips. Her eyes were wide as she stared down the long barrel. She breathed heavily, running her hands over her incredibly stiff nipples. She looked up into his face and smirked with her plush lips.
“Is that a good thing?” He asked out of confusion, with a shaking anticipation in his voice.
“Oh, it is to me”, she replied in a seductive voice, bringing another twitch to the huge rod in front of her.
“Astral… I've never even touched myse-“, he said, but was cut off quickly. Suddenly, she spat on her slender hand and gripped his stiff pole.
“Then I'll have to introduce you and your big cock to pleasure.” She whispered, as she started to stroke his member slowly, from the base all the way to the tip. Charles groaned heavily as pleasure flashed through his body, his breaths becoming deep and slow as the incredible and unusual feeling flooded through his cock. Astral grabbed his large testicles, juggling them between her fingers.
“Oh Charles... you feel so big and you're all sensitive!” She moaned and giggled onto the head of his penis.
“Ugh.. Uh it feels so good”, he sighed, “I’ve never felt like this bef-“ , he shuddered hard and stumbled slightly, as a wet warmth surrounded the head of his member; sending an incredible feeling along his shaft and up into his groin, he moaned loudly “Ugh holy shit! That feels so good.”, as the gorgeous woman moved her mouth further down his long pole, whilst continuously juggling his balls with her wet hand. She flicked her tongue along the width of his shaft as she moved down. Her free hand wandered down to her own midriff where she moaned at the touch on her pussy lips. She slid a finger inside of her, thrusting it in desperately. Astral continued her envelopment of his hard penis into her throat, as she began to furiously rub her clit. Both moaned loudly at the pleasure surrounding them, vibrations running up the stiff shaft. She was nearly two thirds of the way down on his cock, with his hand on the back of her head pushing her down, swallowing and contracting her throat as she went. Not once did she cough or gag; it was as if she was born for it, and his organ fit perfectly into her throat like perfect partners. Both nude bodies were sweaty and glistening in the light, as they groaned as one, Astral working furiously away at her nethers whilst she worked Charles’ barrel.
Suddenly, Charles panted, “I think something’s happening… What's happening?” He began moaning louder and louder, unable to control himself. Astral rubbed harder on her clit, moving one of her man’s arms down to massage her breast. She took his cock from her throat and mouth. She started breathing heavily.
“You're about to cum Charles, and you're going to do it all over me, you’re going to cover me in that big cock juice.” She said sensually, as she bit her lip.
“Just look into my eyes and let me take care of you.” She half moaned half croaked. She started to pump heavily on his cock with both her soaking hands, squeezing up and down the shaft.
“Yes Charles! Yes! Give it to me, all of it!” She moaned as she stroked faster and faster.
“Oh fuck, I think it's coming! Ughhhh”, he moaned loudly, almost roaring through the pleasure as his huge cock swelled and burst after twenty one years, with the most extraordinary pleasure. A huge jet of white liquid exploded onto the face of Astral who was almost screaming with joy and pleasure.. She pumped harder and harder, as more and more cum to sprayed her. Stream after stream fired onto her face and chest, dripping down her soft tits like a river of milk and spurting into her open mouth, dripping from her tongue and trickling over her juicy lips. Charles bellowed out in pleasure as it filled him completely. Astral slowed the strokes and started to squeeze, as more gushes oozed from his big dick down to her waist, they came and came and refused to stop, until both partners were fatigued from the bursting dam of ejaculate. Charles moaned and shook as the final waves of pleasure began to subside and the final streams leaked and dribbled from the swollen head. She let go as the last streams poured out. Charles collapsed down onto the soggy fur sheets in shock, gushing for air. As he lied there panting, she moved to her hands and knees, taking his length into her mouth again. Charles gasped with shock at the sensitivity of his groin as Astral started to suck the liquid from his head and shaft, like she needed it to stay alive. Eventually she removed her juicy lips and lied on her back, atop a panting Charles. Astral wiped the waterfall of cum from around her face, allowing it to pour into her open mouth and sucking the thick liquid from her fingers.
She lied down next to the exhausted man she’d just sucked dry and curled her body around his to fit into the tight space, her thigh resting against his wet member that began to soften after its exercise. She looked around at the cum soaked interior of the teepee and down at her own white-painted body, the semen over her globes still glistening in the dim light. She moved to kiss Charles, as he still panted in astonishment. When their lips touched, it was like an electric shock to them both and they broke quickly from it. With tired eyes, Charles put his hand around the name of her neck and brought her in again; the couple launched forwards uncontrollable with a flurry of lips and tongues battling each other. Their hands explored their bodies desperately, like a search for the holy grail, and Charles’ fingers stroked at the lips of her tidy pussy, forcing a gasp from her lips. Though he had no experience, he rubbed the area with his fingers, bringing moans from his partner, until she brought her free hand to his and guided it to her opening; his fingers were led into her vagina and two squeezed through the tight entrance. Astral pushes her body into his out of pure pleasure and squeezed her other arm around his back, as he turned onto his side and had her follow. As he spooned his sexy companion, her bubbly rear pushed into his naked member, once again flushing a feeling of gentle excitement through his genitals. His balls pushed against her ass and the shaft became rigid while nested upwards towards her back, between her soft and fat cheeks.
While he hooked his fingers into her intimate parts, bringing her to moan and thrush against his hardening tool, the two embraced in another kiss and she gently wrapped her moist hand around muscular neck.
“Right there Charles, keep pus-… pushing”, Astral squeezed out between moans and kissing. He did as he was told and pushed his finger into the spot over and over again until her body started to stiffen and her voice stuck in her throat; he slowed his fingers to a slow but powerful movement, just before her body unfroze and started to writhe against his body uncontrollably. She let out the most beautiful moans and squeals, and Charles covered her mouth with his to stop her waking up the wilderness, while he continued to finger her and grind up against her thick behind. Her body shook, twitched and ground against his own which excited him to beyond his belief for what seemed like a lifetime. As her movements began to calm and she stopped screaming into their kiss, he broke the kiss and removed his hand from her glistening pussy. “
Oh Charles…”, she panted, “I thought you were new to this…” she spoke through a relieved sigh. She turned back over to face him, and interlocked their legs. She smirked and was about to speak before she felt his engorged cock poking her soaked pussy lips.
“I see you liked what you saw Charles.” She giggled, reaching down to grip his slightly sore pole. He moaned again, feeling the sensations coming back to his genitals, and stared down at her still glistening – cum soaked body – with a look of unbearable excitement on his face. He pecked her lips and grinned at her. “Did I do well?” He asked genuinely.
“What do you think?” She laughed with the most wonderful sound he’d ever head, and started to stroke his long instrument of pleasure. Astral unlocked her legs and rolled them both onto his back, she kept her hand on the shaft and continued to pump it while straddling his legs.
“Are you ready to lose your purity young Charles?” She asked seductively, while gazing into his stunned eyes.
“I haven’t already lost it?”, he asked in amazement. She grinned and shook her head, “Not even close”, she whispered, “but I can help you with the next part too”. She spat a few times on his cock and smothered it in wetness, then lifted herself up over his long cock; the glowing native rubbed the head over her lips before descending towards pleasure. The companions held their breath while they stared into one another’s eyes. The end of his member penetrated the opening of her tight pussy, bringing a deep moan from Charles and a high pitched squeal from Astral. She lowered herself even more, pleasure bursting inside of her, as Charles’ weapon expanded and squeezed into her tight vagina. They both breathed fast in anticipation and shivers of pleasure struck them between their bodies. Astral lost the ability to hold on and dropped onto Charles’ groin, letting out a squeal of pleasure that shocked her and forced her mouth open. The two held that position as the pleasure absorbed them both. The slender young woman lifted herself to his tip, before drop back down with a slap.
Each time she bottomed out on him, the pleasure was unbelievable and she flew into a rough ride of bouncing and grinding on his gigantic beast. For minute after minute they slammed into each other, excitement shivered up Charles’ cock every time and his white seed boiled in his balls. He grabbed onto her bouncing tits as she arched her back, the slapping of moist body parts filled the air and cracked through the forest. They both moaned and groaned constantly while they pounded away, and they grew closer to finishing.
“Astral.. I think I’m going to cum again… this feels so good”, Charles rasped through his lack of breath.
“I already came twice on your beautiful cock, and you’re going to do it again!” She replies in an erotic moan, just before letting out a long and sexy squeal; she froze and went rigid before cumming for the fourth time. She twitched and groaned, as her eyes rolled back, on his fat cock as he continued to pound away alone now. The sight of the magnificent woman writhing on his tree trunk sent him over the edge and he felt his seed brewing.
“Fuck I’m going to blow Astral!”, he warned her, but she refuse to budge and pushed his torso to the ground with her own. Still shaking from her own finish, she clung to her partner as his cum streamed into her nethers and filled her up. Charles moaned and humped at her pussy desperately with wide eyed enthusiasm. The feeling was even better than before and with each jet of semen a spike of excitement leapt up his spine through his member. After their orgasms, they collapsed with each other, exhausted and breathless. As they both passed into sleep, Charles’ cock softened and with it his river of cum leaked out of Astral’s moist lips.
A cold light bloomed at the entrance of entrance of the teepee, lacking the colour of the sun and trying hard to break through and engulf the couple in winter. She felt warm though. Her chest and face were covered in pools of dried cum. She giggled to herself at the amount that covered her body and the excitement it caused. She felt the same dried substance at the entrance to her midriff and remembered the river that flowed from it the night before.
After reflecting on the previous night, she realised that she was alone in the teepee and she was no longer atop her new companion. Her slender body leapt from the pile of leather and fur. She stepped out from the shelter to find Charles sliding his shirt onto his torso in the warm sunshine. Though the heat was evident, the breeze caused her to shiver in her nudity. Quickly, she bounced playfully towards her own pile of clothing, throwing her coat of fur over herself. Hearing the commotion, Charles turned with a snap, before setting his eyes on the adorable figure of his previous captor. He stared longingly at her, all thoughts leaving him. A familiar feeling started bubbling at his lower half. He snapped out of his daze when she stared back at him with a smirk. His heart thumped.
“How did you rest?” She asked with a big smile. He thought before replying.
“Like a baby, thanks to you”, he answered shyly.
She laughed lightly. She stepped slowly over the thin snow, moving to her tip toes when she reached him. Her arms moved around his muscled neck and pulled his face to hers. Their lips touched sensually, as their eyes shut slowly. Charles moaned almost unnoticeably; his face tingled at the texture of her supple lips. He put his hands around the waste of her coat, carefully sliding them inside and wrapping them around her bubbly cheeks. He squeezed gently and then firmly and then started to knead them without control, as they pushed their lips harder together. Astral moved towards Charles as he squeezed her behind rousingly. She pressed her tight abdomen against his obvious bulge, which lead up to the border of his trousers. Charles broke the erotic kiss to moan; he observed the sexy image of her dark body pressing against his groin.
Suddenly, a bark burst through the creaking and swaying of the forest; a sharp and harsh sound above the bushes and along the ground. Charles and Astral leapt from one another and turned to scan the trees. The bark morphed into a menacing growl that somehow came from all directions. Another growl pierced through the tree line, causing a jump in Charles. Astral, meanwhile, slowly backed towards the teepee, while pulling the coat around her bare skin. Disturbingly, another ferocious bark jumped in among the growling orchestra, a constant of ear piercing shouts. A pale wolf crept through the foliage, planting its paws gently in the paler snow. It's long teeth were revealed by its growling face of anger. Astral stepped in front of the still hunter, passing him his rifle behind her back. She planted herself in front of the two approaching predators. The growls grew louder as the two figures readied their weapons. Without warning, the pale wolf leapt towards the native woman, its partner following. The darker wolf quickly found a long arrow planted in its shoulder, causing it to fall back to the ground. The paler wolf was flying towards Astral, jaws wide. Charles started to press the ignition. To his surprise, though, agony struck through his left calf, shaking his aim and sending a ball of led into the forest’s shadow. Astral swung her bow across the face of the wolf, sending it off to the side. It shook its scarred face, then burst forwards again, which sent her stumbling to the ground onto her back. It jumped on her, scratching at her coat while gnashing desperately at the woman’s neck. The native wrestled with the wolf’s neck, as the jaw battered away at her bare hands.
Charles watched the attack, shortly before he was dragged backwards to the cold ground, sending his musket into the white powder and his face to the earth. He yelled in pain as the animal continued to scratch and maw at his wound. Desperately reaching for the scabbard by his knee, he yanked a small skinning knife from it as he growled through the pain. His eyes watered through the sharp sensation and he swung desperately at the wolf behind him. He was stuck on his stomach as he was mauled. Charles forced himself to kick at the beast with his free leg and turned quickly to slash at the skin. The animal whined and dodged back a step. Bending joints, the wolf leapt towards Charles’ head. However, it dropped faintly onto his torso with a whine, panting roughly. Crimson cascaded down the blade onto his white hands. He threw the animal off, and swivelled to face the ongoing struggle. He began to crawl slowly, wincing and leaving a deep trail of blood all the while as he did, towards his new companion. Just as he reached her, he felt fangs sink in to his left arm and a paw once again scratching at his body. Once more, he swung his hand around and felt it buried into flesh; another whine was prompted and the corpse of an arrow-pierced wolf flopped to the ground, as blood pooled from its skull. More red seeped from his new wound and he became faint in the cold of the snow. He choked out a groan.
Astral was weakening from the unforgiving biting; her hands beaten by the wolf’s jagged jaw. She heard a shuffling behind her, a slow movement followed by a human sigh. “Charles, please!” She cried desperately, fear shaking her soft voice. Instantly, Charles jumped along the ground, using his good arm and sliced the animal along its left eye. The white-furred beast whined loudly before scrambling off of Astral, in a mad movement of limbs, sprinting back into the woods. After a few seconds, an injured mate moved in a limp behind it, blood still pouring from its belly.
The two of them lied there; breathing heavily; staring up into the sky. The snow around Charles’ leg turned a deep, deathly red. Astral rested her hands in the melting, the aching becoming painful. A small stream of blood flowed from a small gash below her right eye; a souvenir from her struggle.
“Charles, are you okay?”, she asked with exhaustion in her voice. No response. “Talk to me Charles.” She rose with a groan, turning her head towards him. Her eyes grew wide at the site of blood pooling around him. Astral jumped to her feet, moving towards him and resting on her knees alongside his legs. “You must stay awake, Charles!”, she shouted at his pale face. His chest continued to rise and fall faintly. Speedily, Astral scooped the knife from his hand and used it to cut off a portion of her coat sleeve; she wrapped it tightly around his wound, then took some rope from the teepee’s head and sealed it on. After dragging Charles back to the teepee and undressing him, Astral proceeded to butcher the wolf corpse and make a meal to restore Charles’ energy. It was getting dark already. As it cooked, Astral walked into the teepee under the orange sunset; Charles was watching her from under the same pile of covers and fur. His pain was evident on his face, and each time he moved he would wince and groan. He smiled as she lied next to him. She propped herself up with her arm, placing her clenched fist on her slim face. The small gash on her cheek was sewn together with a thread. Charles lifted his arm weakly to caress her chin, shaking, he asked “Did it hurt?”, with concern.
“Not much no”, Astral smiled back, before lifting the sheets by his legs to check his wound. Her hand slid along his lower leg, as she checked for sensitivity. “How does it feel?”, she inquired with a grin; she squeezed the area close to his wound.
“Everything around the wounds is fine”, he exhaled, with a look of determination on his face.
“It feels even better when you do that”, he added slyly. Astral started to giggle, until she spotted the big hill in the fur sheets by his groin. She shook her head, stating that he needed to “gain energy, not use it”.
“I'm sorry”, he said with genuine innocence, “You just excite me so much.”
“I'll get the food ready”, she informed him, trying to ignore that statement, before leaving the teepee.
It was pitch black outside of the fire’s glow when they had finished eating their meal. Charles lay under the piles of material, watching Astral as if he were entranced. This time he could watch carefully. She shrugged off her heavy fur coat, revealing her slender figure and bare arms. She tossed it onto the pile of clothes by the fire. After that she slowly hooked under her shirt and started to shimmy it off, as if she knew he was watching. Subconsciously, Charles moved his hand down to his groin, where his member was growing at a fast pace. As the top reached her neck, her soft boobs bounced out and Charles gripped his pole. He squeezed his testes with his other hand. He watched as she stripped in profile. She pushed her bottoms down to the ground to reveal her dark, slender legs of purity. Charles began stroking up and down the length of his cock, as the familiar sensation of pleasure spread over its length. He started beating faster as Astral moved slower. As she went to push her undergarments down, she turned away from Charles and bent all the way to ground. This act of sexiness drove him insane, and he started pounding away as she turned towards him. She started walking slowly and seductively towards him. Charles slowed his strokes as she moved towards him, as if he didn’t want her to know. Soon enough she was standing over him, closing the teepee, a figure of beauty and sexiness. Charles let go of his genitals and leant back to look at her. She did a double take as she glanced towards to massive tower of fur by his midriff. All of a sudden, she whipped away the covers to reveal his still surprisingly large member, standing at attention below her. She bit her lip and imagined the streams of cum that left his rigid rod the night before. She slowly sat between his thighs, creating an X of legs. She stared down longingly at the big cock and then into the eyes of its owner. Astral spat onto his penis, allowing her to pull the foreskin back with her hand.
“Mm thank you Astral”, moaned an aroused Charles.
“I should be thanking you for saving me.”, she replied, “and that’s what I’m going to do.”, she said while she licked her lips. Slowly and seductively, she slid her cold hands up his warm thighs, as she stared longingly into his widening eyes.
“I’ll be gentle, it won’t hurt a bit” she reassured the aroused virgin, while her fingers crept ever upwards; her hands reached his groin and grabbed excitedly at his huge balls, striking a shock of cold and pleasure through Charles, before her hands began to steal the heat from his genitals. A wonderful tingling sensation was emitted from his testes as they rolled around the beauty’s hands. Astral’s own excitement built in her, as the giant member twitched and bobbed inches from her busy limbs; the woman’s flexible body kept its position between his legs as she bent her wet mouth towards his enticing globes; her lips stretched around his sack as she took his balls into her mouth and started bathing them in her tongue.
“Ugh holy shit you’re amazing” mumbled Charles, Astral laughed with his wet bollocks on her tongue, making Charles moan through his closed mouth. She popped his bag out of her mouth.
“Don’t move at all, I don’t want you hurting yourself while I’m working” she smiled and gently slapped his twitching length. She grabbed onto his scrotum roughly and positioned her beautiful lips over his head; she ran her tongue over it and spat before suddenly engulfing the entire eight inches into her throat, nearly choking herself as she did. She coughed from her chest and her eyes watered, but Charles was embraced by the feeling her contracting throat muscles gave him. The sudden movement left Charles groaning loudly into the air, his eyes closed as she harshly groped his ball-bag. The feeling was so incredible it was like he’d cum at any second. Astral held his cock deep in her throat, breathing through her nose, she started to hum loudly. The vibration moved around the meat in her neck and sent Charles into overdrive;
“It’s coming already! You’re an animal” he groaned and clenched his teeth. She moaned and giggled onto his cock through her throat, continuing her pleasuring hum and making it even deeper.
“Shit.. oh god, I’m cummi-… ughh”. His cock started to twitch and pulse inside her, so she started swallowing while she moaned on him. He shut his eyes again and dropped to his back as his prick exploded with pleasure that shook his very insides and made him let out a long moan. She felt the first stream shoot down her throat, and it was followed by at least six more, each one making her cough and sputter on the base of his big dick. She left herself on his eight inches, starting to slide it out gently. She’d coughed and gagged so much that she didn’t even clean his length afterwards, instead wiping it on a patch of fur and falling down next to him and sliding under the fur sheets. The couple dozed off again in each other’s warmth.
Astral awoke to a warm ray of sun blasting through the skin of the teepee, heating the couple through and through. It was relieving. She turned her head to observe her handsome lover in his slumber, his chest rising and falling slowly. She ran he hand across his chest and kissed his shoulder lightly before standing and leaving the teepee. It was as though it was a different world, the snow was mostly melted or frozen in patches; the trees were clean of white powder and silhouetted in the sun. Astral’s slender body sauntered into the clearing by the fire and the blue sky danced over her with fluffy clouds. Her beautiful body glistened as she pulled on some of her thinner layers and picked up her bow and quiver, equipping them along with her dagger. After cooking and eating some of the dried wolf, leaving some ready for Charles, she set out at a steady pace in search of a water source to drink from, and bathe in. After half an hour or so, she ducked under some hanging boughs, to reveal a glimmering pond that bounced the blinding sun off its surface. She kneeled by the bright water, sipping a small amount into her dry mouth and it would be clean enough after boiling it – if a little salty – but she’d acclimatised to swallowing salty liquid recently. She filled a large leather container with as much as possible, made note of the rough direction and made her way back.
Charles was sliding into his bottoms when Astral burst through the trees – bow in hand – and lugging a leather flask of sorts, he’d eaten the meat left out and had limped his way to the fire. He was bare in the eyes of the sun and was so far failing to bring the fur legs up to his naked waist, with his left arm all but useless much like his right leg.
“Charles stop, I’ll do it” shouted Astral, as she jogged towards the sweating spectacle. He dropped the clothing upon hearing her voice, and she saw that his wounds were clear of blood with the string still holding them together. “I don’t want you bleeding to death” she breather as she reached to feel his injuries. She moved away from his scars to his bottoms and gently lifted them up to his waste, gazing into the majesty of his still impressively large flaccid member, that shone with dried ejaculate and spit.
“You and me are in need of a wash”, she laughed as she fastened a leather belt around him.
“No thanks to you”, winced Charles through the soreness of his groin. She smiled and kissed his lips, resting her hands on his firm gut.
“I have water to boil for us”, she grinned, inches from his face; Charles couldn’t help but silently stare in the glorious shape of her eyes that brought out her youth and lust. Her lips were just thick enough to give him filthy thoughts about how succulent they were; her light-dark skin was imperfect and glowed in the spring light; her face was unlike that of other natives, with a cute and straight nose, a slim mouth. Her eyes and skin were all that confirmed her origin. She was a goddess to him, though.
After the two woke from their fixation, Astral stepped away and cast a rudimental, stove-looking item over the sticks of the fire, pouring clear water into it for a red-leather flask. The fire burned under it and brought steam from the liquid. While they waited, she deconstructed the teepee and packed everything on her back. After boiling the water, the still topless Charles sipped at warm water from his hands, gulping desperately after a day without water.
“Thank you for this, Astral, I’m sure I’m becoming more of a problem than you predicted” he coughed, kissing her cheek as she sat topless at his side.
“You’ve brought me a lot of joy, and I’m the reason you’re here anyway, you deserve my help”, she grinned as she held his thigh and kissed him deeply. The two talked for a while before they chose to move on, pulling his shirt on and covering her stiff nipples under her vest. The two moved slowly in the pond’s direction, with Charles leaning on her and gripping her hip. With his limp and rest stops, it took them an hour to make a twenty minute walk, indicating the damage done to the young man’s leg. Eventually, they broke through and found the lonesome pond that was circled by prickly trees. Sun broke through the ceiling of the trees and rayed onto the pond; it’s a miniature paradise, he thought silently once he rested on the bank of the water. Astral dropped her packs and stripped her vest to reveal her still dazzling breasts; while they weren’t big and juicy to her partner, they held their own gravity and stuck happily from her slim torso. She sauntered over to the resting figure, her boobs bouncing elegantly with her bouncy walk.
“Let’s get you up”, she said while she his healthy arm around her neck, feeling the tense muscles pushing into her.
“Now let’s clean ourselves up” she smiled at him as he held her side, and allowed her to shrug off his top by lifting his arms. After his muscled and scarred torso was revealed, he reached for her bottom and slipped his hands around the firmness of her inspiring butt. His warm hands stroked over their area, and she looked into the darkness of his eyes in their dark grey colour.
“What are you up to back there handsome?” Laughed Astral, grasping the bulge that formed again behind the fur bottoms, no longer held back by the briefs she’d destroyed. It throbbed behind the harsh texture at the touch of her hand.
“I’d never felt this strongly before the last two days, what have you done to me?” He questioned as she gripped his rod and he clutched at her meaty cheeks with a regained energy. Her hands moved up to unfasten his belt, dropping his protection to the floor to reveal his raw, stiff penis. The foreskin covered his head, so she peeled it back with an arousing motion and lovingly kissed his bell end. His large balls hung from his heavy shaft and she observed it while she moved to remove his boots and trousers. As she did, he reached over the bent down figure and pushed her trousers over the shapely ass that held them; they dropped to the grass and her big cheeks now swayed in the air as she moved her hips seductively. He grabbed and slapped at the gorgeous skin that held all of that ass in a firm state. After both were naked once again, Astral gripped the base of his still-sore cock lightly and led him to the water by his groin. It was cold as her toned legs sunk into the deep water, bringing out a shudder in her and a stronger grip on her boy’s third leg. He moaned and moved in the water in front of her, feeling the cold water wash over his hot body and painful wound; he moved closer to her, poking his long prick into her shapely stomach and gripping her arse with his good arm. They moved slowly into the water, moving closer into one another, crushing his extremity between them, until they dropped calmly into the centre of the water, finding that only male feet made contact with the ground. Astral found her naked body floating in the cool waters, so she wrapped herself carefully around her partner, wedging his member under her ass as she curled her legs around his.
“You are the most beautiful thing in the world…” whispered Charles, as they embraced each other under water, only their necks and heads felt the warmth of the surface.
“I could say the same to you” she replied coyly before dipping her head into the cold pond for a second. As she brought her face back to his, its beauty was even more founded as drops of water cascaded her slender face and her long hair fell wet down her back, which arched her tits into the torso she clung to. Charles did the same, coating his pretty face in a shiver of cold, he ascended with his chin dripping the liquid back to its source. She felt her excitement grow as she moved to kiss his tasty lips that seemed oh so inviting. Their mouths locked and moved passionately into each other, as they made out under the streaks of sunlight; his aching cock twitched and bobbed in the water against her seemingly bigger ass cheeks.
“Mm I thought that impressive cock of yours was hurting…” moaned Astral, as she ground her firm rear along his length.
He found his body under her spell, “it’s not so bad in the water”, he breathed into their kiss, “and it’s even better when you do that”. She continued to slide along the top of his even harder dick, and he questioned how she could have such a slender figure, but such shapely hips and such a glorious behind, but the thought didn’t stop him from rubbing along her base, reaching down to massage his submerged testes. Just as he did, they both broke their kiss at a rustle coming from the trees. They froze and watched the saturated grass around them, a hushed voice spoke from meters away; Astral crawled silently out of the water, drawing her bottoms up her legs and pulling on her vest, as she dragged her bow for her packs, drawing it and the arrow that headed it. More rustles came from a new direction and she motioned Charles to crawl up to her, pointing to his clothes and her dagger. He followed her instructions and painfully pulled on his trousers, pulling her weapon from the bundle of fur bags. Whispers and hushes moved past them as they clung to the ground with their weapons ready. The unsheathing of a weapon struck the couple through the shrubbery; Astral drew back on her bow in the same direction. A native female voice shouted from the trees, followed by another, then another, all surrounding the small pond’s area. She dropped her bow an arrow and stood with her hands open, pushed away from her. Charles followed suit, slowly struggling to his good leg. He dropped his dagger to the ground and it buried itself there, then he raised one arm and allowed the other one to stick lightly to his side. “Who are they?”, asked the half naked hunter.
“Hold my arm Charles, don’t let go”, Astral commanded him in a whisper. He did so without question and moved close to her body; as his hand gripped her forearm, he felt it warming beneath his touch, as though it were water being brought to boil. He grunted at the pain and moved to release his grip.
“Do not let go!” She cried, just as a blinding flash blurred his vision and blinded him from the surrounding world. He found his hand stuck to her burning arm, bringing searing pain upon his fingers. Then darkness and he fell out of consciousness.
A melodic song echoed over the beauty of a large chamber, its graceful harmony filling the air, growing in volume with higher voices joining the natural chorus. The overwhelming smell of petrichor drifted through a crack of wood, while the gentle drops of heavy dew splattered through the hole and echoed around the landscape. Out of a violet night, an array of colours timidly sprawled up the walls as the world’s flame rose above the horizon, revealing rings of a tree that swirled aground the room; the light was the stunning image of a royal blue and dark red, that reflected around the dazzling droplets that fell from the skies.
Dangling lanterns were spaced equally, formed out of the wall’s body, holding green flames that flickered in the looming shades around the space and refused to attack their wooden cages. Alongside these lights, hung black draperies, or banners, that were bordered by a shimmering gold border; on each rested the image of a red horse, a wing of feather protruding its side; the mare rested upon a sea of green leaves and reared into the sky.
As blooming sunlight broke through thin cracks and crevices, it engulfed the room; its revealing touch showed a singular difference in the floor; dead centre, sat a wide, circular dip that was led down to by small steps. It was filled to the brim with a glowing, opaque liquid. Somehow the colourful substance looked thick, like custard, but also thin and flowing like it was water; its turquoise tint was vibrant and was near to blinding as the sun’s power hit. Within the waters, lied a familiar figure with his eyes closed in a trance of relaxation, facing the rays of sunlight that embraced his broad shoulders with soothing heat. The water rippled lightly by him a few times, no doubt an attribute of the strange element. Charles slept under the alluring colour, as a winged creature now hovered around the opening that let in so much light, its wings were not so much wings, though; shadowy effects whipped rapidly alongside its orange feathered torso, like a bird in all regards, except the strange dark matter than elevated it.
The reverberating tapping of naked feet on wood and the crack of a heel on floors rolled through the passageways that led to this calm enclosure; the approaching footsteps were dulled by the whispers accompanying them. Their words, though they should have been silent, were emitted from the air, as if it were being projected everywhere, a magical voice that hushed into any mind close. The voice spoke like it was in song, an unknown dance of tongues that flowed like water in a stream. The voices stopped, before two figures stood at the large opening to the peaceful chamber. Stepping with determination into the room, they converged on the shimmering bath. One of the intruders stepped to the side of a still unconscious Charles. The other, less relaxed in its nature, stood at the bottom of the circle. A hand gently brushed the face of bliss, as its owner kneeled effortlessly beside the man.
With a sharp breath and expanding eyes, the hypnotised Englishman shuddered himself awake. His eyes were glazed with a look of bewilderment, unable to stare at anything for hope of it being even more strange. His eyes rested on the gooey bath, his mouth agape and breath gone. After phasing back into reality, he glanced from the strange creature towards his feet, then to the other resting a hand on his head. While it took time to gather his thoughts, he observed the incredible humanoids surrounding him; the first stood stoutly in a strange attire. First he looked to the legs, taking in the purple pigment of the skin. The leg was like that of any fit female, but spread out along the flawless, oily skin - that reflected the glory of the day – were small shapes, like flowers. They were small and their centres shone a strong amber. These shapes headed gorgeously shaped markings or tattoos of some kind, a similar amber than that of the glowing gems in her skin. Aside from this, her body was like that of any human female, although that of a stunning standard. Her garbs were few. They were a polished silver metal, that sat on her pretty skin without any support or straps. The material covered her blatantly huge breasts, the armour perfectly contouring the shape of even her nipples. More covered her nethers, however it was less revealing than that over her globes and more wrapped in a single band around each limb. Her toned neck led up to an outstanding face, which was coated in a slightly paler purple; her brilliantly formed features held no flaws and her big eyes glared coldly at him, but the coldness behind could not change the appearance they held. What astonished him beyond his belief, however, was the curled ivory springing from her heavy black hair, which was so colourless that no light could shine from its long strands. The horns were short and twisted backwards from her hairline, around her pointed ears. Bright gold twirled up on imprinted patterns and capped the tips with a point; long, glittering strands of the same form, flowed and rattled from her ornate headpieces.
His eyes strayed to the other figure, whose beaming face was only inches from his. He found somehow, that she was even more beautiful than the busty animal ahead of him, but she was different in an otherworldly manner. The specimen was entirely the same as her companion, but her own crown was topped by a set of platinum antlers, her skin was a pale blue, and her legs below the knee were that of a gazelle. Her slender, naked body led down to the fur that bristled to her petite hooves. Her small and cute mouth was youthful, as its open dimpled smile harboured her licking tongue over her white teeth. Her adorably deep eyes were entirely blue, as though they held the blue of the sky within them. She breathed his smell in through her nose and closed her eyes in elation as his wondrous scent filled her.
Charles’ excitement grew and he finally noticed the explosion of feelings that were affecting his submerged groin, a shuddering arousal that he was unable to find the source of under the thick water. More water rippled above where his legs floated. He kept a blank face and glanced between the two goddesses that observed him. His close new acquaintance stood to her full height, her small breasts bouncing slightly in the morning light. The naked woman stepped over to her armoured friend, displaying her small and toned behind. She whispered into her ear, still showing her pretty butt to their guest. They took one last glance at him, before silently sauntering. He wasn’t sure, but he thought the naked creature left with a wink in his direction.
Charles was left in silence. He relaxed his arms back to his sides and embraced the now unbelievable sensations pumping through his body, as though it were an electric shock shooting up his incredibly stiff member and around his bones. As he basked in the glorious light. He didn’t care if it was some kind of dream, though he doubted he could ever imagine something so amazing, and he let the feelings flood through him. After a few pleasurable minutes, the feeling that leapt through him became less multidirectional, and instead he felt a warm and wet physicality sliding up and down his sensitive cock; he lifted his head in shock and frowned down into the pool. His arms dropped below and sought out for anything in the water. He found his abdomen and moved further to his groin. The liquid still confused him, because despite his body being attached, his limbs felt singular and disconnected. He found and gripped the base of his tingling shaft, which still felt like it wasn’t his own. He held it and as the motion started to slip again onto him, he felt juicy lips rub against his warm fingers. The movement stopped and the supple mouth rested against his base.
Suddenly, the opening left his cock and the feeling of wet excitement was replaced with the same numb pleasure, as he stared at the surface, he saw thick ripples moving away from him below the its colour. He stepped his feet down the steps, into the pool. Eventually, dipping his head below the water, surrounding it in a feeling of euthanasia and relaxation; now that he was below the waterline, it was the most dreamy thing he’d ever been in. The area beneath was actually airy and open now that his head was under. He sill floated and it was still numbingly warm, but the surrounding platform was grass and flowers and bushes, and it was bigger, much bigger than it seemed above the surface. He breathed. Fresh air filled his lungs, and nothing followed. He looked down at his naked body, as it floated in the bubble, that had lost its tint and had become clear.
“Hello, Charles”, spoke a familiar voice from ahead of him; the voice was projected deeply into his mind, and he heard the smile that projected it. While he knew who it belonged to, the accent was different and new to him. He looked up from his twitching member that stuck out from his hovering midriff. She was different, to his surprise, but she was still as majestic as ever in his eyes. Her slender, yet shapely body had kept its wonderful shape, her shapely butt still firmly at the base of her back; her breasts were still the perfect shape and size to him and he felt his desire to feel them again; her skin, though, was a gentle magenta colour, somewhere between red and pink; her body was decorated with white stripes and patterns, all up her legs and torso were swirling and interlocking lines of white. Her soft breasts held a spiral of white that looped around her excited nipples. Her vibrancy was illuminated by her facial features, which kept the very same shape, and he realised now why she looked so unlike any native. Her pointed ears danced about in the weightless air, and her white-striped, black locks of hair flowed around her, and was not parted by any horn or ornament.
Her seductive eyes – her irises now a glowing white, that swirled around her dilated pupils - looked up at him from her bowed head, as she held a devilish smile with her supple lips, that had a darker magenta, and flickered her lids. He moved his arms as though he was swimming, drifting towards her across the ten foot width with his excited genitals bobbing below him; her eyes were locked on her favourite toy and she bit her lip. Her pale white teeth complimented the skin of her face and the stripes of her hair. It was the most glorious sight he’d ever seen and the entirety of her face brought twinges along his cock. He slowed and floated into his lover, pressing there bodies against one another in a meaningful kiss. The two twisted and spun in the pool as they desperately attacked each other’s mouths. His rigid penis nestled against her hot lips as he lift her waist to his hips. Astral moaned and breathed into their kiss, as she pressed her tits into his pecs and he grabbed at her impressive butt. She squealed and her voice broke as he slid his cock along her lips, pushing himself hard on her entrance.
“Wait”, moaned Astral, “Let me”. She reached her arm between them, grabbing his rock-hard shaft. Her eyes close and she grinned to reveal her dazzling teeth again; he hands moved along the thick girth, and his cock suddenly became slick with the most pleasant wetness.
“Holy…”, Charles shuddered, his heading spinning.
“Now you’re ready, go ahead and plough me big guy”, she moaned, grinning into another kiss. “Oh and what do you think of me- the way I look?” She added shyly to her partner.
“I think you’re a wonder, I love these marks… are they painted on?”
“Of course not” she giggled “they’re me, all over”. She winked and smiled sweetly. “Are you going to fu-“ she started. Charles pushed his moist head into the soft lips of her vagina, pushing it gently into her moist pussy. A third of his cock slipped into her, bringing a gasp from each partner. Each of them grinned in their ecstasy and continued to ferociously kiss. Astral wrapped her vibrantly-striped legs around his back, and pushed herself down onto his pole.
“Oh fuck yes” she screamed and tense around him, “I’ve had to spend days only swallowing your big cock while you slept” she laughed, he grabbed her ass and slapped at her cheeks.
“I’ve missed having it in me”, she groaned as she sexily rotated her hips.
“I wish I’d felt it in my dreams” he replied, staring into the sexiness of her eyes. He lifted her by her behind, kneading her saturated flesh before dropping her back onto his groin.
“Oh yes Charles… yes” she whispered into his neck, “harder, please fuck me harder” she cried as he continued to lift and drop her. He smirked and kissed her slender neck. In agreement, he unhooked her legs and held her thighs tightly; her legs were spread in either direction, and her arms hooked around his back. Her face was almost crying out of anticipation, as she begged him to pound her. Charles pulled her into him and kicked their way to the side of the underwater paradise. As Astral’s beautiful behind bounced against the wall, her partners cock ran into her.
“Holy fuck, you pretty boy. Will you just pound your princess?” She asked commandingly, as she gazed into his eyes.
“You know I find you even more beautiful now?”, he asked, before slamming his wet cock into her pussy. She moaned uncontrollably as he started pounding hard into her, spreading her hands around the wall of the pool, clasping at the leafy texture. The humping figure now placed his feet on the floor and pushed into his beautiful companion with a passion.
“Cha- oh my-… Charles you’re ma-… ohhh fu———ck!” She screamed through tears of joy, her body convulsed into him, and her mouth opened agape as she screamed up to the surface. Charles changed to a faster pace, as she twitched on his hands. His cock glided in and out at an impressive speed, the unnatural lubricant negating anything soreness; she dropped her head and cried out with every thrust he made.
“Screw me with that beast… please don’t hold back”, she groaned, losing all control over her body. As he continued to power into her wet pussy, his balls slapped in the silence around them.
“Ughh”, exhaled a limp Astral, as her head fell to his chest. He slipped his weapon inside her, prompting an unhappy groan from the weak woman. He dropped her legs gently and turned her, he grabbed her waste and lifted her half-conscious masterpiece of a body to the ground behind him; Charles rested Astral’s colourful skin on the grassy floor, her face against the floor and her ass raised upon her bent knees from the ground.
“Please…” repeated the woman, mumbling into the ground as she smiled in fatigue. He gripped her thick behind that was at its best now, massaged and slapped the fat cheeks of her anus. Once more, he guided his long penis into her wanting nethers; his cock-end slid in to the hilt. A muffled moan was projected into his mind, as though she was moaning into his ear. He held her just-thick-enough thighs, pounding pleasurably into her vagina. His balls continued to slap into her groin and her fat ass slapped around his penetrating cock. He moaned at the tightness of her hole and bit his own lip to wake himself up from the excitement. He felt her faintly twitching and contracting her vagina as she came again under his force.
“Bring my hand to your base”, spoke his fuckdoll after recovering all the energy she was able. He withdrew his barrel from her and brought her hand to it. She held it and he felt a recovering pleasure as if he’d just cum wash over his groin.
“Your balls”, she said afterwards with a smirk on her face. He did the same again, his excitement building at this incredible situation. Her hand clasped at his now wet ballsack, that hung below his cock, as she held it, he watched it grow in her hand. His balls and the bag around them expanded and throbbed at her touched, until they were at least two times the size; as she let go, he felt the aching sensation of his balls overflowing and groped at his gigantic balls.
“Oh shit”, he groaned, “How did you do that?”.
“I’ll explain later, just fuck your woman”, she whispered into his mind. So he slipped his big dick into her cunt, his heavy ballsack bouncing against the top of her groin and even along the bottom of her stomach. She groaned and remained slumped to the ground, shaking as he humped against her. He groaned loudly, as they both felt one another’s pleasure among their own. Charles could barely hold himself from breaking down in a fit of pleasure.
“God you’re so tight”, shook the man who was until recently a virgin, as he slapped his giant balls against the patterns between her thighs. She giggled to herself and lifted her hand to her active pussy. As she was pounded into the ground, she closed her eyes and imagined what she desired.
You think that’s tight?, she laughed to herself. Without warning, Charles felt an unusually strong swelling from the base to the head of his dick. He stopped and held himself in her. She felt the giant cock growing to an eleven inch tree-trunk, giant cock; she moaned and groaned and her body lost even more strength as her limbs went completely limp. She came again as her walls were filled by her man’s newfound girth. Charles fell onto her ass and felt his prick grow and become enclosed by moist walls. He slowly slid in and out of her now impossibly tight fanny, his massive girth flashing with both of their unbelievable pleasure. Astral cried loudly in his head and he picked up to a rhythmic thrust, burying himself in the snug pussy over and over. Each time they moaned and cried without holding back. His huge balls filled and slapped against her tight body, boiling and begging for release. A stream of pleasure flowed along the fat pipe below his shaft, which was followed by another flood of excitement around his groin when his partner felt his own building climax. He thrusted desperately at his companion, a wet slap shattering the air, and his cock started to pulsate inside her, which he felt as if it was in him. His massive cock was brought till only the tip remained; both partners screamed out of their combined orgasm and shook uncontrollably. As each naked body quivered and shook, his giant balls shot a waterfall of cum into her pussy, feeling like his own groin was being jettisoned with jizz. After at least ten blasts that filled and overflowed her pussy, he whipped his dick from between them in his unstable state to reveal how enormous his penis now was. His two hands only just reached around it as he stroked it like he was jerking off a cannon. His woman screamed when his cock left and allowed her walls to close in again; his blasts of thick cum flew out of his swollen head and over her ass, onto her back. The single shot was like a bowl of milk that cascaded down her back. More cannon-blasts crashed into her firm cheeks, spraying around them and making them shake. They both screamed and bellowed as they were destroyed by their cumming, his jets sprayed all over her magenta body, the beautiful white of her skin pattern mixed with his liquid, her back was nearly coated as he collapse onto his side; he remained awake as his endless balls emptied onto the grass and Astral’s legs. She followed suit and fell so that his elephant cock spooned her white-plastered ass; His seed continued to squirt onto her back in a gentle stream. They both shuddered physically and Charles did his best to embrace her while his member fired on her and him. They drifted off to sleep, still feeling his globes emptying over them both.
Charles peacefully drifted awake; his eyes stayed shut in the melodic chamber, but he felt an unbelievable sensation moving stranglingly tight up the still overwhelming size of his cock, as he lied on his back in the soft grass.
“Astral?” He mumbled through a moan, “that feels incredible”. A muffled moan crept out of his companions mouth, like she was hiding her presence; the extremely tight feeling continued to glide up and down his tree, burying him in its area, that he found altogether new. No other skin touched his body, and the aching started to build in his massive testicles, as though this act had been going on throughout his slumber. He let his head fall back and bathed in the multitude of excitements that shot through him. After another minute, the skin of a firm butt clashed against his steel thighs, surrounding his penetrating fat prick.
Suddenly, he shot up on his elbows and opened the lids of his eyes, revealing a surprising image to his bewildered mind. His gazelle legged friend bounced up and down on his crotch, hovering in the magical liquid. Her limbs all spread into the air, and he didn’t understand how show was lifting and dropping herself so hard. Her back was arched and her head craned back in ecstasy, still muffling her moans with her hands.
“What the fuck?” He asked in the combination of pleasure and anger, observing the nudity that he slid into. She twisted her head to the side, flicking her navy-blue ponytail around her, her metal antlers glittering in the light. Her mouth formed a wry smirk, and her starry blue eyeballs looked towards the open mouthed stud.
“Did I wake you?”, she asked quietly, not even moving her lips - innocently - with a thick accent that slipped into his head. “Does it feel good my pet? Or do you want me to make it tighter…”, She giggled quietly and continued to measure his muscular body. She sped up now, slapping down onto his enlarged balls, that she squeezed hard; her hands barely covered half of his bag when she groped them, laughing to herself as she juggled his filling genitals.
“Oh… you-“, started Charles as he fell back under his excitement; the beautiful creature stretched the tiny passage of her ass over his dangerous cock, whining and moaning as she slipped her tight hole over the phallus that twitched, while it stretched her insides all the way to her pussy walls. Astral moaned loudly, her eyes still shut, and Charles remembered that they felt one another in this place. She twitched and tensed in her sleep, his semen trickling over her – from their session a few hours before - when she rolled onto her side.
“Oh that was naughty of her” remarked the sensual voice into her his head. “And what a big cock you have, human, the biggest I’ve seen.” She whispered, sliding down to the base of his cock.
“I thought it was big before, but look at what she’s done for me”, she giggled.
Unable to control himself, he clutched at the firm, yet small behind, groping at the pale blue cheeks out of lust. She moaned at his strong hands massaging her cheeks, and groaned gently in her throat. She lifted herself to his tip and twisted around in the weightless air. She now straddled his waste and beamed her stunningly blue eyes into his own rolled back irises. He looked at her strange, yet seemingly arousing feet – or hooves – and groaned through a frown.
“Don’t you like them?” The creature pouted atop him, as she started to slide down his member again. With that, her animalistic lower legs faded into the usual limbs he had become used to, and the fur sprinkled away like golden dust.
“Just for you, my new plaything,” she smiled and rested her knees on his thighs, lifted herself off of his muscles and back down with a slap. He moaned and exhaled in disbelief, bringing out a grin in the girl that rode him, her wondrous features following the adorable smile. Arching her back and leaning towards the astonished man, she placed her tingling lips on his, and interlocked with his open hands. A holy static fuzzed around his lips, as they collided with her own deep blue succulence; their mouths sensually mated and her tongue squeezed through his moving lips, and danced with the red of his own muscle. Her petite behind continued to rapidly squeeze onto his girth, every push stretching her tight anus around his cock. The slick insides now sent shivers along his length, as he started to match her thrusts with his own. She laughed through an excited squeal and his massive ballsack smacked against her oily behind.
“You feel so good” he exhaled into her mouth, “your arse is so tight, baby.” He grabbed at the pretty behind and slapped one cheek heavily.
“You feel even better, you man-devil.” She responded coyly, clutching his strong neck as she rode him enthusiastically. With heavy and jittery breaths she looked over to the curled up Astral; she saw her new sex toy staring at the shapely body that thrashed under the pleasure he felt.
“Would you like me to wake her?” She whispered, breaking their intimate kiss. “No, she won’t take it badly I promise-“ she moaned quietly, now using her real voice to speak with him, “And I can see you’d rather she was in my place…” she smiled at the him.
“I don’t know what if – what if she does?” He quivered slightly, his face now white with concern, only his new partner moving now. The blue trickster stretched her hand out and dance her fingers. Charles’ woman leapt up with a gasp and he saw her look to her groin. She moaned and stroked at her intimate parts, before turning to the loud slapping beside her, her eyes rested on the smiling creature that rode her companion. She bit at her lip and leant over Charles, dropping a breast to his mouth and her hand to his bulging balls. She moaned at the sensation as though they were her own testicles, rubbing and squeezing them crazily.
“We have things to do my Charles, are you ready to finish?” Astral asked into his shocked eyes. “Are you in there?” She laughed and groped his intimates harshly.
“Of c… of course I’m ready Astral.” He moaned innocently, starting to pound up into the small behind, bringing a series of groans from the woman who held him in her hand. His eyes closed in excitement. Cum built and flowed up his wide urethra, and his body tended up into the entrance like it had been shocked with electricity. His mouth latched around the meaty breasts, flicking the nipple quickly with his tongue, as he cried loudly into it. Cum burst from his head and into his visitor. Astral kissed at his forehead. His ropes of semen flew up into the blue specimen and he humped mindlessly at her; while the pleasure was nothing to compare with before, he whimpered into the breast he mouthed. The girl astride him rode him endlessly and cried outwardly. He gripped at her breast and rubbed her pussy, as the amazing cum flooded her sensitive ass.
Once he’d emptied himself into her, Charles collapsed back and breathed heavily. The girl of blue lifted herself from him and stood above him; she fiddled with her now gaped anus, as cum gushed out of it. Her hole contracted to its normal size, like she herself was controlling it. Astral kissed at the his cheek and rose slowly to her feet. As she did so, she grabbed his hand and pulled him til he stood.
Together, all three swam gently to the surface, appearing above the opaque liquid once again. As they emerged, the new arrival stepped out and was suddenly wearing a tight robe, whose glittering green silk dusted along the woody floor. Astral rose out of the water, and was wearing a tight reflective attire, which hugged her tightly and revealed her vibrantly coloured stomach. She was also clean, as though she hadn’t even been with him below the water. Charles, on the other hand, stepped out and saw that - still oversized – his flaccid member was still naked and free. He cleared his throat and the others turned to look at his dangling phallus. Astral smiled and pointed to a hovering set of garbs; Charles walked awkwardly to the elegant leather that was much like his partner’s. His flaccid penis created a bulge in the leather trousers’ thin crotch.
“Any chance I can get this sorted?” Asked Charles, resisting the now pointless temptation to cover his midriff.
“Of course… let me just-“ the younger girl said, as she stroked her hand gently over his bulge, bringing a tingling sensation through his now original length, “there we are, my name is Quille” she continued, giggling, before she quickly walked out of the chamber in her bare feet.
“Did you enjoy yourself, young Charles?” Astral spoke, watching as he donned his new attire.
“Yeah well- I mean- with you of course, but…” he stuttered in response, covering the red in his cheeks, his innocent soul still new to this world of sex and impurity.
She crept up to him and held his firm abdomen.
“Don’t worry.” She smiled, “I’ve never been the jealous type, but I hope you are.” She unhanded him and started towards the open doorway out of the room. Now fully clothed, Charles obediently followed her, taking in his surroundings with a bewildered mind.
The two exited a small hallway, into a wide room of sorts, but it held wide openings on each wall. His head arched up to observe the odd curvature of the ceiling, from which plant-like chandeliers swung back and force in the warm draft.
“What is this place?” Questioned Charles, running his bare hand along the smooth wooden structure.
“That’s going to take a long answer…” she replied, holding up her arms while she turned away from him “welcome to Olswillan, ‘The Isle of Love’”, she presented, chuckling as she continued “that’s what some of my people like to call our land, and you can see what would lead them to think that.”
Astral moved further into the wide area, plants and decorum spanned the room and filled it with a homeliness like no other; rustic tables sprouted from the floor, and sprung small leaves from their edges. Chairs joined these close to petite trees and shrubs that skirted the room, at times resting on rugs of bracts and twig. Bloom hovered around the room. Colourful, tiny birds like any other blew through like wind, singing like a thousand gentle musicians. As the couple stepped out into the glorious daylight, the freshest of air filled Charles’ lungs.
The air was like a drug that pumped through him and spilled euphoria into his body, as he stared toward the silhouette of Astral’s swaying behind. The sunlight was a warm orange. Adjusting to the sun, Charles peeled his eyes away and observed the utterly stunning surroundings. The greenest of grass and trees washed over the hilly and flowered ground, while vibrant creatures flew and leapt between the various flora. The palette of colours blinded all with its beauty; green and purple and orange hugged one another with majesty. The couple drifted into the populated outside.
So many unknowable things surrounded Charles, so he stopped and permitted his eyes to jump across groups of stunning beings, who reclined alongside the awe inspiring animals, that buzzed and leapt through the varied terrain. The open area adjacent to the building was populated by a simple path, whose stones were a shimmering midnight blue. Naked and clothed women like Astral and Quille reclined and strolled around in dream-like states, each of them beaming or eyeing him in his fancy clothing.
“Don’t worry…” Astral said, turning to him in his frozen state, “they’re just curious about you, my Charles, maybe you-“
“Where are all the men?” He blurted out. Charles continued to scan his surroundings and the marvellous women and girls that did the same to him.
She smiled and broke into gentle laughter, gripping his firm shoulder reassuringly.
“We don’t exactly have men…” she explained to a dumbstruck man. “Things here do not work like in your world.” she continued, as his jaw slumped open in wild thought.
“But how do you all…. Why are you…” He asked, trailing off whilst staring, confused, into her locked eyes.
“We aren’t born, we’re grown.” She stated, looking for some understanding in his face, and failing. “We choose what and how we are, but all of us are female… in different ways”. She continued, looking to her people proudly. Charles observed the gorgeous creations nearby him, their differences were so varied and wildly sexy that they couldn’t be natural.
“So how do you… do it?” He asked shyly, to the smiling woman. He looked down suggestively towards his midriff. In response, she gently gripped his schlong, sending a shiver up his spine and hardening it.
“We don’t need this, silly, women can enjoy each other too.” She said humorously, “but… we um… still have them” she added, tilting her head. His head shot back around to her in surprise.
“It’s not like your world, Charles” Astral stressed to him, “it’s just a pleasurable thing, just like yours, if we want them we can have them-“ she stepped back and held his arms. His face was still a mass of confusion.
“Do you want me to show you?” She asked him, squeezing him harder. “Just remember that it’s not like terra, it isn’t like turning into a man, just having the same parts for as long as we want. Golden dust sprinkled down from her waist and revealed her naked vagina in the open.
“O-ok… do you really want to show me here?” He asked, still being watched by the lovely looking ladies around him.
“We can go somewhere if that makes you more comfortable…” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him back into the serene building and up a flight of shapely wooden stairs. They stepped into a small room that maintained a collection of shelves, filled with ornaments and clutter. On the opposite side of the abode was a slim bed and ornate soft chair. She sat him down on the chair and stepped back a few feet from the seat.
“Are you ready?” She asked and was given an uncertain nod, “Just remember... nothing else changes, I just have different parts” she reassured him, as her eyes closed and the familiar gold effect swirled over her groin. He squinted to see through it, but saw nothing until it dissipated; the throbbing member poked through what was left of the dust, twitching and straining towards Charles. The magenta penis took the same shape as his own, the foreskin retracting over the white head.
“See, it’s still me Charles… I just share a piece of you” she grinned and gripped her dangling phallus lightly. At the touch he felt his own groin wake. He looked to his own groin and back to hers.
“Oh… are we still connected?”, she asked coyly, biting her finger, “I completely forgot…” she said. Her hand gripped tighter and started pumping her cock with a passion, staring at her still-new companion. His own midriff felt like it was being rubbed heavily, and he moaned subconsciously into his hand.
“Do you want me to stop, Charles?” She pouted with puppy eyes, moaning in the rough pleasure springing from her cock. He shook his head and started to rub his crotch through leather. Her head oozed with precum, which on inspection was a shimmering stream, like that under moonlight. It dripped to the floor and smothered her petite hand, which now squeezed at the shaft of her copycat dick.
“Let me help you with that” she said, waving the hand that was juggling her hanging balls towards him. In a moment, his hand was gripping his naked cock, which throbbed and dribbled the same level of jizz.
She smiled and winked to him, “looks like you’re enjoying the show… maybe you can relate more now.” As she gripped and stroked herself with both hands, she lowered to her knees in a seductive dance. Charles gazed into her eyes, copying her actions and doubling the ecstasy; Astral arched her back and masturbated into the air, lowering herself even further. As she lied on her back, with her legs still folded, Charles stepped over her with his swinging dick and observed her beaut, as she shut her eyes in a dreamy state. He gripped his pole and began started climbing his way toward climax, whilst his gorgeous partner jerked her cock upwards against her firm gut.
“Oh Charles… we feel incredible” she moaned seductively, the euphoria and excitement taking control, pushing her to stroke herself faster than was possible for her human counterpart. The speed shook them both and each of them groaned loudly in shared pleasure, four balls teeming with hot cum. Charles exhaled through an agape mouth, squeezing himself and clutching at his testes; his partner continued to magically glide up her throbbing shaft, a high scream starting to escape her throat. Her eyes were wide and beamed up from his eyes to his looming cock, which itself looked to her jiggling breasts. Charles and Astral moaned and screamed the same words respectively, their bodies quivering before their dams burst.
“It’s coming!” Was emitted through the walls of the building and into the ears of the aroused peoples; Charles’ escape first, as he shot a thick stream of pale seed between her tits, coaxing the excitement from his partner which caused a thicker spray of glittering liquid below her chin and her collarbone. Another shot from each of them, bringing wheezes from them both – as Astral’s voice broke from screaming – hit her breasts and mouth, mixing his sweet white nectar with her moonlike life-source; her open mouth allowed the liquid to pour down her throat like a mountain stream. More of her cum splattered against her chest and coated the floor.
Meanwhile, Charles had moved further over her, in his state of incredible pleasure, and now aimed his weapon onto her face; his refreshing paint smothered her pretty face, hitting her cheeks and mouth. His cock twinged with unexplainable excitement and continued to blast her beaming, smiling mouth with a clouded mind. She released her member and allowed it to spurt cum onto itself, while she gripped and stroked Charles’ cock towards her lips; he was forced roughly to his knees, and immediately started thrusting his wet cock into her inviting mouth. More pleasure erupted and another two huge ropes of cum fired down inside her, as she devoured and teased his urgent head. He breathed and groaned heavily as the unmanageable pleasure nearly knocked him out. She continued to suckle on her new meal, until she took him from her mouth and raised her clenched fist.
“Hold tight, young Charles, you might need some more sleep soon…” she moaned onto his head, her eyes looking up into his closed lids. Out of nowhere, she clicked her fingers harshly, and moved his cockhead below her small chin. A wave of immediate pleasure shot through Charles like a shock he’d never felt, and forced cum out of his angrily twitching member. He continued to groan and whine… his groin screaming with arousal. As his mind misted over, she juggled his balls and glided her hand over his erection. His member magically morphed into the previously huge weight of pure cock, as it had earlier. She clicked again, causing her partner to lurch from above and onto his back, leading her to climb him and allow his seed to shoot up at her chest.
“Astral…. It f-f-feels too good. I can’t…” he cried through tears of pleasure, his eyes forcing themselves open and closed to see the magnificence of his giant prick shooting spunk onto his magical beauty.
“Oh, I know Charles…” she giggled, bowing her head to catch a blast of warm jizz in her mouth, spilling over her dazzling white teeth. She clicked again. “That’s why I won’t stop… even when you’re dreaming.” She seductively spoke, as she flicked twice and covered his uncontrollable cock with her stretched mouth. As barrels of semen creamed into her desperate throat, the buckets of seed from before cascaded over her and she moved her hand from his giant balls to what was now her tight pussy once more, so that she could massage it into her.
“I th… I think I’m going… to-“ he trailed off as his head collapsed back to the wood floor and his eyes shut. She flicked again and continued to suck on his length, smiling gladly while she near enough drowned herself in his bottomless cum. She rose from him, allowing his freed head to spray more jizz.