Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (14 page)

Tamara stood and immediately, Kathryn’s eyes widened, darting between the elf’s face, and her body. The huntress’ torso was naked, having apparently eased her vest and shirt off during her kneeling minute. She moved forward in a much more threatening way, now. Perhaps she had always moved like that but Kathryn had just not seen it.

While Tamara was certainly well-trained and agile, her muscles added weight to her deceptively slender-looking form. It was this weight that Kathryn felt when the elf lifted her right leg over the stone slab and sat across the human’s lower stomach.

“
W-wh... Wh--“ said Kathryn. She could not find the right words, for the first time in her life experiencing truly being lost for words.

Fitting her fingers underneath Kathryn’s midsection, the elf ensured that there was absolutely no wiggle-room. She looked down at her prey, lips parted just enough that she could poke the tip of her tongue out to touch her upper lip. Tamara’s breathing was still elevated but only in excitement, now.

Between Tamara’s legs, weighing heavily down against the apprentice’s front, laid the largest, thickest cock Kathryn had ever seen or heard of. And she had heard of some true beasts. What was more, beneath Tamara’s monstrous shaft rested some scary-looking balls. If size was any indicator of volume, the elf was probably now capable of impregnating every woman within a hundred mile radius.

Kathryn swallowed, the brew dulling her fright enough to make her lick her lips. She knew she should be scared but she swallowed, licked her lips and then looked up at her captor. There was a sort of deer-like quality to her, as if the lynx had caught up and was now considering whether or not to feast on what it had captured. She tried to speak again.

“What... Is this why you...” she said, her voice now coming back under her control to some degree.

“
Yes,” said Tamara, her voice sounding surprisingly calm even while she held Kathryn’s body, slowly grinding that mammoth shaft up and down against her skin. “This is why I captured you.”

“
You deserve to know,” continued the elf, apparently only half aware of the weighty, toe-curlingly fat cock she was slowly stroking Kathryn’s firm tummy with. “Decades ago, my tribe’s last male died out. We did not want to die out as a tribe, though, so we prayed to the gods for help.”

Kathryn listened, but her eyes were locked on the girthy beast on her stomach. While the elf talked, it seemed as if the shaft still grew. As if it was still just plumbing up. She nodded, captivated by both her apparent incoming death by sex and finally receiving some kind of explanation from Tamara.

“Our goddess of fertility did not respond, nor did any of our other gods. It was not until we beseeched Solon for help that we received an answer. It was not what we had wanted but it was his will and it saved us,” said Tamara, her eyes growing slightly distant as she recounted the story.

“
He did not make males wander into our camp. Rather, he required of us that we become warriors, every one. In addition to what we already were. I was a hunter, so it was easy for me. It was not the same for all of us but we made do. In the next decade, slowly, all of us became as you see me now. Taller, stronger, more agile. We believe it was Solon’s work.”

“
How does that explain--“ peeped Kathryn, but she was stopped by a stern look from Tamara.

“
His next move was to change only some of us. Just over half of us became seedbearers. I am one,” she said, pausing for a moment. The implications of the word seedbearer was clear enough, though, so Tamara continued.

“
Each year, on this night, summer solstice to you, those of us who are seedbearers, if with a mate, will become capable of siring children,” she said, nodding idly down to the beast of a cock between her legs. Kathryn almost felt difficulty breathing from the weight of all that hard meat, but still she did not struggle.

“
As repayment for all of this, Solon required that each year, one of the tribe’s strongest warriors leave the tribe to find a new mate, and start a new tribe that will function as the old. Thus, his will shall spread across the land as we do. He is bound to us, now, just as we are bound to him,” said the elf.

“
Last year, the first human was taken, the first new tribe was attempted started. We sent Eloryn out too unprepared and both Gwenyth and Eloryn perished a short while ago. I have been prepared far better.”

“
But... I’m human, and you’re...” said Kathryn.

“
Fae, yes,” said Tamara. “What we drank before, it will not only mean that you will be quite safe when we complete the ritual, it also changed you. If you elope with a Fae, you will have Fae children,” said Tamara.

“
Why the drink at all?” said Kathryn, thinking more clearly the more they talked. “Why not just, uh... Keep the proportions natural?”

“
Gods have their own reasons, little one. Solon is not just the god of battle but also the god of strength and passion. I suppose this is his way of showing overwhelming strength in passion,” said the elf, again motioning to the massive, smooth shaft that now reached from her crotch on the middle of Kathryn’s stomach and up to just barely kiss the lower curve of a breast.

“
So, we’re... What if I don’t want to start a new tribe with you?”

“
I did not ask,” said Tamara. “Besides, do you ever think you will find a human mate to rival me?”

“
N-nh,” Kathryn mumbled. The question burned into her mind. She knew the answer was no but it was still crazy. For her to be abducted, only to act as the mother of an entire tribe, or village. The absurdity of it did not remove the lust that had built in her, though. She had seen the horses in the village mate, at times. And since she was little, she had always had fantasies. Very private, never to be fulfilled fantasies but fantasies nonetheless.

Now, this elf was not only offering her that fantasy in the form of what was weighing down her chest but offering her a safe way to do it, with something that looked far more appealing than a horse’s. If the herbal drink worked, of course, but it still warmed her entire body. She felt the tingle, the teasing warmth and slight nip in her throat that she could not deny was lust. All the way up to her temples, she was hot.

“N-- No, I’ll... Never,” she said, finally. She breathed in, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked up at Tamara again.

Their eyes met, and both of them knew that it was time for the ritual to properly start. Tamara leaned down over Kathryn’s form, her larger chest coming to rest just below the seamstress’ own. Their lips met in a first, trying kiss. The second followed after, far more hungry. Kathryn arched upwards, pressing her comparatively slender frame up against all of that fat dick, and up against her elven sire.

Tamara pulled back from the kiss just slightly, her breathing elevated as she spoke. “By Solon’s will, I am yours...”

“
By Solon’s will, I am yours,” said Kathryn, picking up on the prayer, vow or whatever it was.

“
With blade,” said the elf, interrupting herself to lean press a demanding kiss onto Kathryn’s lips, one she had grown up wanting without even knowing it. “With blade and body, I am yours.”

“
With blade and body, I am yours,” repeated Kathryn, returning the kiss that had interrupted Tamara with equal passion.

“
From this day and through the ages,” said Tamara, finishing the long kiss to continue the oath.

“
From this day and through the ages,” said Kathryn, stopping herself from taking another kiss from the elf’s lips.

“
I am, eternally, yours,” finished Tamara.

“
I am, eternally, yours,” said Kathryn.

It was done. Tamara moved her hands, up cupping the girl’s head, the other pressing under her, holding her back up against the larger, strong form above her. Still straddling Kathryn, the presence of the proof of the ritual’s success never strayed far from either of their minds, but before the night’s completion, they celebrated their heated union.

Kathryn knew it was not logical but the emotions flowing through her did not need logic. While her princess had neither white horse nor shining armor, she was everything the little seamstress had ever wanted. The summer sky darkened further as they laid together on the primitive altar, slowly exploring each other’s bodies, sharing the kisses that both seemed to have been deprived of for far too long.

Even that came to an end, though. Their explorations became more frantic, and both felt the warm, thick smoothness of Tamara’s precum plastering over their bellies. The need was mutual and before long, they separated, only for the elf to move further up the girl’s body, balls draped over her stomach, that massive, fat dick now weighing heavily between Kathryn’s breasts, reaching all the way past her collarbone and neck, the large crown of that immense shaft spreading its warmth as it rested between her eyes.

She almost could not believe it. That her fantasies could be fulfilled, that it would be possible like this; that, perhaps, her needs might be fulfilled for the rest of her life. Eagerly, Kathryn’s tongue darted out, the wet, warm flesh slowly dragging across the fat cumvein presented to her. She creased her tongue around it for a moment, gradually beginning to readjust herself on the stone slab. She moved just a little bit up at a time, kissing her way as she went, until finally she was able to press her lips against the bottom of that smooth, huge cockhead.

It was obvious that Tamara was as eager for this as her, the elf’s eyes slowly shutting, a burst of air exiting her nostrils every time Kathryn dragged her tongue over the sensitive crown. The seamstress-turned-wife did not even get ten of those sensual, languid licks in before her sire joined in the efforts, Tamara placing one hand on her pelvis just above the root of that huge shaft to press inwards while the other folded what it could around the shaft itself, beginning to stroke up and down.

Tamara quickly gathered pace, her chin sinking lower and lower until it practically rested on her collarbone. Though Kathryn kept up her dutiful ministrations, dragging her tongue over the elf’s large, delicious cockhead, she still found time to place a few kisses on it as well. Perhaps it was the drink playing tricks with her again, but the elf’s skin seemed to taste sweet with a hint of bitterness nut. Like walnuts, she thought for a moment.

Both of them knew where things were going, though. Tamara began to erratically thrust her pelvis backwards and forwards, holding it forward, her body tense, for long periods. The fingers on her lower stomach seemed to press further and further in, and it was not long until the elf’s gasps became more than heated.

The deep-seated, primal need for release had gripped Tamara now. Without this addition, Kathryn realized, this might be the first orgasm in a very long time. She decided she knew exactly how she was going to welcome her sire into their new union.

Just as the elf’s groans reached a crescendo, Kathryn’s lips sealed around the large slit in the elf’s crushingly thick cockhead and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her chest arched up against the wide shaft, and just as Tamara went silent, she felt the first thick load coursing upwards. A split-second later, her mouth was full, awash with sludgy, potent elfcum. There was magic involved, of course, and lust that had been hidden away for years, but she was still shocked.

The sheer amount of creamy, sweet-flavored spunk in her mouth was almost enough to make it overflow and she did not have time to react before Tamara thrust her pelvis forward to accompany the second, huge load. Kathryn’s cheeks bulged, and the first few thick strands blasted from her straining lips, landing on her chin, neck and collarbone. Many simply clung to her as they connected her body to the grass below her.

At the third blast, Tamara had regained some vocal ability, gasping for breath as she bent over. Thankfully, that pulled her massive shaft backwards enough that it slipped down to rest against Kathryn’s neck. She laid back, mouth open and overflowing with the sheer strength of Tamara’s lust for her.

Kathryn felt another hard, copious rope of seed blast against her chin, followed by another, and another. She felt at least ten of those bountiful shots, with the huntress gasping over her by the time the final few, weaker strands splattered out. Even with her chin between her and the source, Kathryn still felt plastered by the stuff. It was warm, clingy and at least for now, she wore it like a badge of honor. The sign that she was Tamara’s.

They did not sit together long. The elf raised herself and moved upwards, and Kathryn knew what was expected of her. She parted her lips, ready to embrace, and soon enough she felt the pliable but exceedingly heavy, elven balls come to rest on her lower face. She pulled in what she could, nibbling gently, licking and sucking a “thank you.”

It felt natural to submit to this creature. Her wife and sire. Certainly, with her, she would have children that would be far better off than what she could have expected in the village. Not to mention that she found herself enjoying the sexual subservience in a way she had not previously thought she would. The secure weight nestled on top of her, the sheer size of the elf’s fantasy-fulfilling equipment and witnessing her survival skills over the last few days all melted together with the drink to make her into a pliable, servile mate.