Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (3 page)

Even so, she lifted her hands, one meekly laying against the large elf’s firm stomach, the queen treated to her first sense of the commander’s powerful build as her fingers pressed against hard, slightly bulging muscle. She shivered, the fingers of her other hand wrapping carefully around the warrior’s wrist to stop her cutting the corset loose.

Soraya halted, refraining from physically disciplining her prey this time. Instead, she looked over the girl’s form, pressing her tongue out the corner of her mouth to run it partway over her lips. Amelia’s chest rose and fell with her heightened breathing, each snap for air pushing up and emphasizing her slightly flattened, perfectly proportioned breasts. Soraya ran her free hand slowly up the girl’s side, her touch starting so light it was almost ethereal, growing firmer as she went.

Trailing torturously slowly up to Amelia’s chest, the elf’s large, strong hand moved over and then below the queen’s curving breast, cupping it. Amelia was generously proportioned; easily more than a handful for a human male. For the massive, imposing elf, she was the perfect fit. The girl’s fingers twitched lightly, a low, nervous gasp escaping her as Soraya’s hand let go, her knuckles and the back of her hand caressing up over the perked, pink nipple crowning Amelia’s breast.

“
This is going to happen, little one. We will connect.”

The elf’s words at once calmed and stirred Amelia to action. She had feared that she was to be tossed around from soldier to soldier, but the commander’s words implied nothing such. They did imply that she was going to be taken, though, whether she wanted it or not. She remained unsure, low-burning desire muddying the feelings she felt should be burning at the prospect of being ridden by this hugely-proportioned creature.

Amelia swallowed, feeling the warrior’s hand gently but insistently push hers away from the hand holding the knife. She complied hesitantly, only to have the arm lead behind her back. A surge of warmth went through her, coloring her cheeks in very clearly as her other hand was lead away from the elf’s midriff and joined with the first behind her back. There were no physical restraints other than the domineering, almost imperial feral elf’s presence, and it seemed more than enough. For the moment, at least.

She glanced down, seeing the knife creep lower, exposing her bellybutton. She squirmed, shifting slightly only to feel the weight of the elf’s huge, still concealed shaft shift with her. It had rested against her since Soraya had first kneeled over her, and it had driven her half mad with lust and anxiety. There was no doubt, the wild elf was massive in all senses of the word, even considering her inhumanly large frame, and Amelia questioned if her body could take fulfilling the promise that fat dick gave every second its hefty weight rested against her.

“Stay.” The commander’s voice was demanding, one used to being obeyed, and Amelia found herself doing as she was told. Even though her mind raced, trying to push her past the weakness the powerful creature had induced into her, trying to make her get up and run, she stayed. Soraya raised herself up over the human, tossing the dagger carelessly to the side only to reach down, both hands fastening around Amelia’s dress and the last remnant of her corset, tearing both apart, leaving them as unconventional blankets beneath the naked, petite girl’s form.

Amelia remained in the position she had been put in, her arms behind her back even as she wrung her hands, her toes curling as her pale and hairless form was exposed. With eyes wide and breath coming rapidly through her nose, she looked up at her captor, observing as the huntress finally pushed her hands to the straining buttons holding her dark, worn brown leather leggings in place.

She popped the first button open as she looked down at the mesmerized girl, smiling faintly to herself. She could not just be molded, she almost begged to be molded, to be remade as something more by someone who understood what she needed. Soraya opened another button, her leggings beginning to sag somewhat as the bulging strain was eased. Another button.

Amelia was spellbound, not even consciously noticing how much spit she had begun producing, how wide and hungry her eyes had become. Her lips parted, breath sucked in through her teeth as the last button was undone and the elf pushed her leggings down before leaning forward, that massive, thick shaft spilling out and landing heavily against Amelia’s taut stomach. She gasped shakily, raising her chin towards Soraya as the huntress leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked down into the cowed human’s watery eyes.

“I will set you free, little one. Make you see through the restrictions you need to see the true beauty of life and nature now.”

She nodded, half afraid that it would encourage the elf, half afraid it would not. She could not comprehend what she was told, even if she understood the words. She let them wash over her instead, responding with intermittent, almost inaudible whines as she felt the huntress reposition herself, those strong thighs pushing between her legs, making room where there was none before. She opened Amelia effortlessly, though that huge length still rested against her stomach, the sheer, bulky shaft at once amazing and scaring her. It reached far up her belly, too far. She was sure it was too far.

Even so, the hardened, smooth beast warmed her to her very core, made her want to wrap her arms and legs around this strange creature and exist as one if only for a moment. She nodded again, meekly accepting her fate as the elf leaned down, planting a possessive kiss against her forehead. There came a point when prey accepted the huntress, and she had passed it long before mentally acknowledging it, but now, she burned and lusted after what was to come, even though her mind screamed no.

The elf pulled back from the gentle kiss, looking down at the girl for a long moment. Through the heavy, warm haze that had layered itself over Amelia’s mind, she began to glimpse understanding. She had lived a life at the top of society, with as few limits as anyone could have save those imposed on everyone by society. It had made her empty and detached, unconnected to the world and people around her. But now, she began to understand through the part of her that yearned to be free of this creature. There were so many things she had not appreciated, had taken for granted because they were easy and readily available. She closed her eyes, her chin sinking towards her collarbone in shame.

To her surprise, Soraya’s finger curled under her chin in a mild but insistent gesture, angling her head back up to look into the wild elf’s eyes, where she found something to hold on to, at least. The commander’s eyes were hard and demanding, but fair and strangely protective, too. She dared to cast a glance down between their two bodies, feeling a faint lump form in her throat as the first bead of precum rolled from the tip of the hefty shaft, eventually dripping down onto her skin in a long, thin strand. She felt her stomach constrict, once again looking up wide-eyed at the elf.

Soraya shifted downwards, her hands hooking under the queen’s shoulders and then moving upwards, moving to push up into the prone girl’s locks, fingers curling against the back of Amelia’s head, trapping hair between them.

She felt the pull, her breath catching in her throat as the conqueror’s grip solidified, the baiting, teasing nature of the game gone now that the bulky sylph’s huge, thick shaft began to press her apart. Amelia’s back arched, a whining mewl leaving her throat, her toes curling, her feet curving as she felt her cunt spread around this broad, hard invader, the grip of her hair tightening as she began to squirm, breathily whispering. “Nh--no, no...”

Soraya was heedless of the pain her size was putting the girl through, focusing her gaze on the writhing little human’s face as she slowly plowed forward and mercilessly pushed her beefy, immense shaft deeper, accompanied by heightening squeals and increasing struggle from the young woman below her. At last, Amelia’s hands emerged from behind her back, fumbling slightly as she pressed them against the elf’s now exposed, muscled pelvis, her nails beginning to dig in as Soraya continued to feed dick into her small frame.

She felt so incredibly full, crammed with massive, hard dick to the point that the only thing she could think of was the huge cock, and the feeling of calm, inescapable strength from the commander’s forward-thrusting pelvic muscles.

“
Ah!” Amelia let out a shriek as the massive creature locking her down against the muddy carpet reached as deep as it could go, the fat cockhead brushing uncomfortably up against her cervix. She followed up the shriek with a long, whining gasp as the elf continued for a while to push forward, mashing herself in as deeply and completely as she could, those hands in the girl’s hair by now the only thing that kept her on the ground, her back arched, her hands clawing and pushing at Soraya’s hips and thighs.

“
Please, please stop, please.” Amelia thrashed, tears beginning to trail from her eyes. She felt all too clearly the elf’s warm, heavy breathing against her collarbone, trying to twist away from it, trying to twist away from the massive, thick shaft that filled her so completely that she felt certain there had to be a bulging outline of it on her lower stomach. Her feet had begun tingling and burning from being tense for so long, the girl’s toes beginning to tire. Her voice remained the same, though, letting out a low, pained cry as the elf withdrew just slightly, only to rock strongly, securely back in again.

The pace was slow, almost torturous, but it was there. She was being fucked, taken by this statuesque, feral creature, her mind wandering for just a split-second to a sweeter world where she could see herself and the noble savage rocking back and forth together, taking in the beauty of her petite form being conquered by the huntress. A jolt of pain tore her back to reality, Soraya hilting herself once again to the sound of a meek gasp.

Rhythmically, slowly, the elf overpowered her, making sure that all there was room for in her mind were the brief shocks of discomfort as she was utterly filled, the solid, knee-weakening form beneath her vainly protesting hands, and the warm, defeating mist that still held her in place against the ground. Amelia’s hands trailed upwards over the amazon’s muscled sides and onto her stomach, fingers spreading and trying to stem the tide of thrusts feebly, without success.

Soraya hardened one hand into a fist, holding the girl’s head in place with just one arm, the fingers of her left hand caressing at Amelia’s neck as they trailed around, coming to rest around her throat. The elf did not squeeze, but merely held her hand there, in that most vulnerable of spots, and silently let the queen know that she was at someone else’s mercy entirely. Leaning down, Soraya’s lips pushed insistently at the queen’s, teeth baring and pulling the girl’s lower lip lightly.

“Please...” Amelia’s hands against the elf’s muscled stomach grew weaker still, even though tears continued to trickle from her eyes. She had begun rocking back and forth gently, pushed along by the elf’s powerful thrusts. With the commander so close to her, she could not avoid breathing deep of her scent, a light combination of hard work’s sweat and moistened, fresh leaves. Warm breath spilled over her face, the elf clearly holding herself back, controlling the animalistic lust that burned in her.

“
Your life is not your own anymore.” The elf’s voice was commanding in its aroused urgency. Even now, she seemed to prefer slowly, torturously molding and pushing the girl rather than buckling under the biological command that shone brightly in her eyes, the huntress’ jaw set firmly as she kept herself in check. Amelia could sense the burning desire to hammer her into the ground with powerful thrusts and fill her even more than she already was, but it remained desire, for now. Soraya glanced down at the queen’s naked stomach, smiling to herself at the traces of her ongoing conquest. “Just give in, little on. Give in, and become the victim.”

“
Nh--no!” Her voice was loud enough that it broke the small cocoon that the elf seemed to have enveloped the two in. Amelia shook her head, trying to pull it away from the creature and the hand on her neck, sucking in her stomach as she attempted to buck up and away from the massive, impaling shaft. In the background, she still heard the sounds of battle, but it was far away. Around the tent there was silence. There would be no help coming for her.

Soraya’s eyes hardened as the girl squirmed and resumed her struggling, the elf leaning back up, hands repositioning. Amelia’s hair and neck were free, but she felt a terrifyingly strong grip around the top of each of her thighs. The huntress had gotten bored of playing with her prey, and now, she lifted the girl’s lower body off the ground, still impaled, spreading her knees slightly to gain a more solid position on the carpeted ground as she pulled backwards.

For a moment, a pregnant silence enveloped them. The large elf took in Amelia’s squirming form, and then thrust forward. The girl shook, a high-pitched, raspy yelp forced from her tortured lips as she once more felt the huntress bottom out, hammering deeply into her. Had it been gentler, she would have been egged towards climax, but this was needy, animalistic. She was being used, not enjoyed. A faint sheen of sweat had begun to form on her as she struggled, the elf’s scent and sheer, rippling build returning the warm tingling to her arms and cheeks even as she tensed and mewled pathetically with every sudden, mechanical, hard thrust.

Amelia pressed her fingertip against Soraya’s lower stomach, but her fingers twitched and hesitated, finally curling up as the girl let her arms fall to the ground. With her eyes now closed tightly and her mouth hanging open, she clawed at the carpeting with quaking, jerking movements, her body bumping heavily upwards as the elf let more and more go of herself, gradually moving from singular, hard thrusts into a deep, demanding rhythm.