The Horny Night Gaunt (3 page)

His tail curled up and down, dancing on its own accord, twisting and turning better than any cat’s tail could.  His clawed hands stayed to each side of her body where he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.  His slick and rubbery chest rubbed along her nipples as he fucked her. Ah…..fucked her indeed.  God, her pussy was a furnace and tight like a vise.  She started to move her hips again, a good indication that the pain was lessening for her.  She moved her hips in rotating motions as if she knew about sex but he knew she couldn’t.  Maybe she had just learned by dry humping his cock. 
His cock….her pussy….together……sliding around in her juices……..
  The muscles in his arms were flexing as he repeatedly buried his thick cock into her over and again.  He found himself grunting with each thrust of his hips.  He was impaling her pussy with a heated need that seemed unquenechable as he flapped his wings along with the thrusts. 

He was intently watching her expression, trying to gauge her response.  Honestly, he had never cared before if his offerings were enjoying their mating but this time, for some reason, he cared.  He wanted her to want him.  Wanted her to need him.  He ground his hips lower down where her clit was rubbing against his lower dick again.   He balanced his weight on one hand as he lifted the other back to her bountiful breast.  He used one of his claws to circle the nipple again and push gently in the center where the hole would be to let milk out when she was with babe.  Her whole body shivered in pleasure at the new sensation and he felt her cunt pulse.   He wasn't ready for this to end and had to hold back a moment to keep from spilling his seed.  After pushing into her as far as her frail human body would allow, he held still and just gazed upon her beauty
.

Her eyes were hooded and glassy.  Even though she was chained down she was riding his dick as if she owned him.  If he was not careful, she would…..  He looked down and watched as her hips rolled underneath him.  She was rubbing her clit on him, humping him, trying to get herself off again.  He was trying to hold off on his ejaculation by staying still and here she was doing this.  She really did want this as much as him.  He pushed his hips down harder, pushing a bit more into her womb to let her hips ride him with more ease.  And she did it in double time now!  He was amazed because a virgin rarely found pleasure her first time but his new little mate was a wanton thing, and he wanted to give her anything and everything. 

He moved his long barbed tail around her backside to pull her against him even harder and to hold her within his embrace.  With the added pressure and her plush little hips riding his cock he was almost done for.  That was when she unraveled and he slammed into her again as she came convulsing around his cock.  She was milking his dick as much as a farmer would milk a cow; he felt her wetness soaking his thighs, making him want to call out to a higher deity.  He couldn’t take it anymore.  He pulled his cock partly out and punched it back in with the added thrust of his wings.  And he came with her as her
pussy convulsed
around him, sucking his dick back into her as if her cunt didn’t want his cock to ever leave. His dick then swelled in size, knotting inside her. 

His cock kept pumping seed into her with all his might.  She was his to do with what he wanted.  He ground his cock into her harder, rotating his hips to corkscrew in deeper, trying to get his seed as close to her womb as he could. 
Instinct.
  His penis was swelling even more, knotting bigger.  He didn’t know how she handled it.  He wanted to crawl inside her.  The feel of the heat, the wetness, her, just her! 

What this woman did for him was………there were no words.  He felt insane with pleasure as his cock continued to spurt inside her.  She moaned with greed, and kept riding him even though she had already come.  Determined to make her come again, he leaned up a bit since his dick was still locked within her vagina, making his body convulse with each squirt his cock expelled.  He took a claw and raked it gently over her nub as she jerked in almost seizures, pulsing around his knot, milking it trying to pull out all the seed.  The gaunt was still grunting and groaning in his pleasure.  Letting her know how much her body pleased his.  How much her words pleased him.  He leaned back a bit to look down where their bodies were locked.  Never had he seen such an erotic site.  His big dark cock with his red slits, stained with her blood, going into her white body with black hair on her pussy that matched his skin. 

She was moaning in pleasure and contentment.  His knot started to lessen allowing him to pull it out but he didn’t want to.  He imagined her on her knees before his throne, sucking his cock.  Her teasing it at first, then taking it deeper into her heat.  He would push deeper until it went down her throat.  He imagined her throat convulsing around it to try to expel it!  Then he envisioned her large with child, sitting on his lap facing forward.  Him pushing his cock into the swollen lips of her vagina.  One of his clawed hands hugging her pregnant belly gently, the other hand squeezing a breast swollen with milk. He imagined milk leaking under his hand with the pressure on her pregnant breast, while viciously pushing his cock into her, making her grunt in pleasurable discomfort.  Grabbing her pregnant breasts with both of his hands.  He would pull, then push and pull again, milking her.  Letting the milk roll down her giant belly.  He could hear her begging him to push deeper, to possess her, to milk her, to fuck her, to be hers…………

With that thought he exploded powerfully into her again, shooting as hard as the first ejaculation was. Grunting out his release, his cum marking her, claiming her, as his mind reached out to her. 
“Mine”!
She was his and nobody else’s.   Semen pulsed into her three more times, the Gaunt knowing that he expelled more cum into her than he ever had anyone else.  Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself rubbing his chest against hers, marking her with his pheromones while cum settled into her womb.

Why was he rubbing his skin to hers?
Understanding hit him and hit him hard.  Male Night Gaunts did that to mark their true mate, to let other Night Gaunts know that they are taken, meaning that a violation meant death for any other male.  Was he
unconsciously
bonding with her?  A True Gaunt Mating!  Shit, something else hit him.  He had knotted inside her. 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
That was only done with a ‘True Gaunt Mating’, instinct wanting them to procreate.  Their cocks would swell, knotting in the vagina to keep the female Gaunts from flying away while they poured their seed into their bodies.  It was instinct.  The need to mate, to breed, to possess!  He looked down at her and she had that “just fucked and fucked well look” about her.  And he was the cause!
Fuck!
His chest swelled with pride, but……a ‘True Gaunt Mating’……….this was too much for him to handle.  He had to go.  He couldn’t think.  He didn’t mean for this to happen, not on purpose anyways.  Hell, he hadn’t even pulled his cock out of her wet, steaming cunt yet!  He stayed for a moment riding out the last tiny convulses his body was having.  He had to go, clear his mind.  He was King!  He couldn’t truly mate with a human.  He gazed upon her beautiful face once more, slid out of her, and flew away……….    

***

The week after being with him she dreamed.  She dreamed of him every night.  Some of them were erotic and some of the dreams were of her Gaunt looking for her, searching.  He was in pain because he couldn’t find her.  She would awake crying, feeling drawn to him.  Why did he just fly off and leave her there on the altar?  Hadn’t something special happen between them?  Didn’t he call her “mine”?  Or had she imagine that?  Then a horrible thought came to her mind.  Did he act that way with all of them?  Jealousy slapped her.  Tomorrow night he would be with Pam.  She started crying.  She was mad at him, mad at Pam, mad at everything……

***

The King was pacing his palace within the depths of the Gaunts’ large cave.  He had never been so confused and conflicted in all his life.  He had feelings for his little mate.  He didn’t even know her name.  He never asked.  What a bastard he was for taking her virginity, being so brutal, just to slake his lust.  He could have communicated telepathically with her if he desired but he hadn’t.  Why didn’t he?  In all his life, he had never been with someone like her.  She wanted him.  He did not disgust her.  Her body felt so right with his.  He could take her as his Queen but what would his people think?  Would they think anything?  They have always known his obsession with human women.  Would it be that far fetch to actually “mate” with one.  She could still carry his offspring.  It had happened before.  Not often but he wasn’t the only Night Gaunt who thought human women were fascinating.  He had to have her.  Own her.

Tonight was the fifth night of the week.  Tonight he would mate with one of the other women.  Maybe that would take his mind off of this madness.  He would just lose himself to his lust and worry about all these new feelings later. 

***

Pam was hanging in the cave by four separate chains all pulling her from different directions.  It looked uncomfortable but it wasn’t really.  She had been in this situation before many times.  She had been with the Gaunt for five years now.  This night was no different.  She took the cocktail as usual which calmed her down but it still was a nasty job to do but she was used to it.  She would just let him fuck her and go on with the rest of her month. 

He flew in from the side entrance as usual.  He soared above her and landed on the chains, all four of them, hovering over her.  He looked down at her and she looked away as usual. This made him furious!

Look at me.

Pam eyes widened with shock.  Did he just speak to her, in her mind?  He had never done that.  She looked right at him.

What is your name?

“Pam.”

What was the name of the last girl from the week before?

“Kim.”

Was she the virgin? 
He wanted to double check.  He would have hated to use the wrong name the next time he saw her.

“Yes.”

What do you see when you look at me?

“A monster,” Pam replied.

And with that, the Gaunt King snapped her neck.  He left her there to hang.  Now that he knew what he wanted, he wasn’t going to settle for less.  Now that he knew what it felt like to be wanted, desired, how could he go back!

***

The next day the village was in an uproar.  The villagers went back to retrieve Pam after the three hours and had found her dead.  They knew the Gaunt King had done it but no one knew why.  He hadn’t even have sex with her.  They decided to pick the next girl in line and lay her on the altar the next night.  The Gaunt King was not sated and not happy.  If the villagers didn’t make him happy, they would all suffer for it.  That night they sent Trena to the altar.  They decided it was best not to tell her about Pam.  It would only scare her and they needed her to make the Gaunt happy.  They made some excuse for Pam’s absence and went through with the ritual for making Trena look beautiful and giving her the cocktail. 

She went to the altar like all the times before.  The villagers strapped her down and left.  Soon after that, the King flew down to perch on the bar.  Trena just lied there and never even looked up at him.  He looked at her, waited and still nothing.  Finally…..

Look at me!

Trena’s eyes opened wide.  She never heard him in her mind before, she was shocked.

What do you see?

“You, of course,” Trena said.

Do you know my name?

“No, do you know mine?”

He felt a bit ashamed at that. 

My name is Redrick, King of the Night Gaunts.

“My name is Trena; I guess I am your slave.”

Do you want me Trena?

“No, I never asked to be here.  You took my virginity and my freedom.  You take me once a month.  You take any kind of happiness I could ever had.  A husband, children, all taken from me.”

Redrick looked down at her for the first time.  She wanted happiness just like him.  Shit, what was happening to him?  He was the ruthless Gaunt King!  Was he getting soft?  All over some woman.  Fuck……..

You tell them to have Kim in the cave tomorrow night or I will destroy the village the following night.  You, Trena, go live your life.  I will no longer need to mate with you. 
And with that he flew away.

***

After her three hours were up Trena told the villagers what the Night Gaunt said.  Some were skeptical about believing but no one was going to take that chance.  The priest of the village spoke to the ‘harem’ about all that had been going on.  He told them of Pam.  How they found her.  Trena turned green and ran to the bathroom.  She came back and looked at the priest.  “You sent me to him knowing he did that to Pam?”  The Priest felt shame but simply stated it was for the good of the whole village.  He questioned Trena further about her episode with the King.  “His name is Redrick.  He released me, told me he had no further need to mate with me.  He specifically requested Kim tonight.  If she isn’t there he said he would destroy the whole village.”  They all looked at Kim.  “Why Kim?” the priest asked.  “I don’t know but that is what he said or thought or whatever.”  Greta looked at Kim and slapped her on the back.  “Good luck with that.”