The round, fleshy knob of his engorged head rubbed up and down my pussy. He caressed my clit, then slid slowly inside me with ease.
My body vibrated with sheer ecstasy as he pushed deep into me. He was much larger than any man I’d ever had, and I could feel my walls stretching forcefully to accommodate him. My pussy stretched wider and wider, and it was hard to understand how I wasn’t split in two by him. But there was no pain, just as promised. Instead, there was a fullness that I had never imagined possible.
Luckily, there wasn’t just the aphrodisiac that allowed me to take him, even though it seemed to defy the natural limitations of my body. We were also aided by the lubrication provided by my dripping wet pussy. Not only could he fit, but he entered without friction or difficulty.
It felt at first as if it would be never ending. He went deeper and deeper. In my mind, it seemed as if he stretched clear into my stomach, and I moaned at the sensation.
Athos started with experimental thrusts. He went slowly at first, as though he wanted to be certain the potion had worked as well as he expected. I couldn’t stop the various noises of approval that spilled out of me, and soon he was pounding into me without hesitation.
My hips tilted to meet his thrusts. With every motion, I could feel the golden-brown fur bristle across my back. It was an interesting sensation, but not unpleasant.
“You’re so tight.” He sounded like he was struggling to keep his voice level. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” I called back, just as breathless. “It feels amazing. Like we fit together perfectly.”
And it was true. Even though there was a moment for both of us when we realized it didn’t feel quite like anything else, it never felt wrong. It was more like becoming aware that this was the way it always should’ve been.
My fingers gripped frantically at the edge of the wooden box, as I tried to brace myself. The motion of his thrusts rippled through my entire body, sending me into a spiral of ecstasy. I never wanted it to stop and tried to hold my position as best as I could, fastening in for the ride of my life.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I was overtaken by the savage pleasure tearing through me. I noticed the sound of his front hooves pawing the ground as his back legs continued to rock roughly against me. I could hear him murmur words of approval, letting me know about his own pleasure. How tight I was, how wet. How fantastic I felt. My pussy clenched around him at the sound of his praise.
It didn’t take long for me to come again. The orgasm tore through my body violently, making me feel deliciously primitive. Everything tightened, my skin burning from the fiery ecstasy that held me in its thrall.
His cock continued to plunder me, offering no respite. The moans and guttural sounds that tore from my throat sounded animalistic to my ears. It was embarrassing, but I was too far gone to let it bother me.
I had barely recovered when another orgasm exploded inside me. As the pleasure coursed through me, twisting and spinning, Athos finally came as well. His cock shot stream after stream of hot seed at the entrance of my womb. There was such an abundance of it that my insides felt warm and tingly.
I could hardly move. My second orgasm had left me feeling drained and depleted, stunned by the force of reaching two climaxes that were so intense, and back-to-back. I could feel his cock jerk erratically inside me, emptying the last drops of cum into me, and then he stilled.
His seed started to run down my leg, sticky and warm. I was exhausted, hardly able to care. But he climbed off me and went to fetch the washcloth that I’d cleaned myself with earlier.
I was so tired that I contemplated lying down right there, on top of the wooden box. But it was too small to make a comfortable bed, and I couldn’t spend a minute longer on my hands and knees. It took every ounce of will that I had to stretch one leg out and slip to the floor. I knew it would be a more enjoyable place to rest if I could just muster the strength to get there. I half-rolled the rest of the way off, collapsing limply on the furs. Sprawled on my back, I lay on top of the makeshift bed. My lungs and throat burned from the exertion. All my senses felt numb, as though they had been overused and were now as tired as I was.
Athos returned and gently wiped me clean. Then he bedded down beside me, his hand caressing my side and ribs.
Slowly, I could feel myself coming back into my body. My breathing and heart rate slowed, returning to a normal pace. It didn’t take long for the stirring inside me to begin again, triggered by the touch of his hand.
He must have been thinking the same thing. His hand traveled up my side, tickling the edge of my breast. He cupped it in his hand, and my breath quickened. With an expectant look, he waited for my reaction.
“More,” I whispered. He smiled and began to tease my breasts, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“I have an idea,” he said.
“Hm?”
“Outside,” he instructed.
It was a strange feeling, leaving the hut with no clothes on. Humans were so conditioned to wear them everywhere that I couldn’t help but feel as if I was forgetting something vital. Still, deep down, I knew that there was no reason to put them on. There was no one here to see us.
He let me ride him, and he started at a leisurely pace. He paused several times, looking at trees, until he finally settled on one.
“Here.”
The tree was tall and thick, with a big, sturdy trunk. It twisted at an angle, leaning to one side. He guided me against the tree. I could feel the rough bark against my back as I let myself be supported by it, tilting slightly backwards with the slope of the tree.
Athos reared up on his hind legs, his forelegs resting over my head against the tree trunk. His intent became crystal clear in that moment, and understanding dawned across my face. Both of our bodies were angled, thanks to the unusual configuration of the tree and the sloping hillside, to meet perfectly.
He didn’t wait, and he wasn’t as cautions as he’d been the first time. He impaled me roughly. I didn’t mind in the slightest, enjoying the blaze that tingled over my body and his insistent rhythm.