The Monstrous Coupling (Monster Erotica): Part Ten of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea (2 page)

She wondered if the king was thinking of her, right now. He knew how long it took to get to Erytheia, the village where she was; she knew what the monster Geryon looked like, because he’d had his guards tell her: part man, part lion, and part dragon. She imagined the king, in his own bed, no guards in the room, taking out his cock and stroking it slowly, playing with the balls a little, thinking of her riding some beast mercilessly. Maybe when she got back she’d tell him all about it, ask if he liked that sort of thing.

The thought got her a little bit wet.

The canyon narrowed further, now not much more than seventy feet across, and she heard the cows even more loudly than before. Her back was to the rock and she eased around a corner, sword out, knowing that Geryon could be anywhere. If her other monster encounters were anything to go by, it’d be asleep in a cave—they always seemed to be in caves for some reason—and she’d lure it out, fuck it, and then take the cattle home while it slept.

So, she wasn’t listening too hard or feeling too worried about the encounter. It usually all worked out. She rounded another corner, listening to the cows and beginning to smell them, back to the solid rock wall that rose a couple hundred feet. Klea leaned away from the rock to peek out.

That’s how it got her. She felt claws close around her upper arms, jerking them upward and drawing blood. She dropped her sword and her shield, surprised but struggling as the
thing
that had it in her claws flew up and away, carrying her high over the rocky canyon. In the distance, red-brown cows—the king’s cows—looked like toys and then like dots. Klea stopped struggling, knowing it was more dangerous to fall onto the rocks at this height than it was to go wherever she was being taken.

While in the air, she came up with a plan. She still had her arrows in her quiver, so when it dropped her, she’d roll over quickly, take one, and stab it in the belly before it could begin to do... whatever it was going to do to her. Meanwhile, she tried to enjoy the beautiful view of Greece: the olive tree covered hills, the blue water, the picturesque little huts everywhere.

Finally, she saw the nest: an arrangement of straw and tree branches, perched on a high cliff in a little hollow. She prepared herself to be tossed into it and landed on her hands and knees.
 

Immediately she reached over her head to take an arrow out of her quiver, the creature’s still-beating wings tossing her hair, making her afraid she’d fall over the cliff, but something else grabbed the quiver off of her back and threw it over the side of the cliff.

Klea was defenseless and could only turn over onto her back, both arms in front of her face, to see what it was, exactly, that Geryon looked like.

As she did, he landed nearly on top of her, one big paw with razor-sharp claws on her breastplate, pressing her down into the nest, hard.

“We were having such a lovely time,” the head said.

Klea had never seen anything quite so bizarre. The creature’s head was human, perched on a neck that was slightly too long, but square-jawed, bearded and good-looking. The neck led to the front part of a lion’s body with feline front legs, paws, and claws, but dragon’s wings sprouted from its back, now neatly folding against the fur. The two back legs were the talons that had picked her up in the first place, scaly and green, and these led to a long, whiplike tail that lashed back and forth. Klea could barely breathe from the creature’s weight on top of her.

“Were we?” she asked.

“It’s so rare that I see lovely women like you in my canyon,” he said. “It does get lonely.”

With that, his long tail began to wind its way up her leg as he held her down. It moved beneath her armored skirt and traced its way across her upper thighs, flicking back and forth over her mound. For a tail, he seemed to have an incredible amount of control over it.

“Why’d you take the cattle?” Klea asked, hoping to get his mind off of their current status.

The lion part of the monster shrugged. “I get bored sometimes, too,” he said. His tail continued flicking back and forth, and despite herself, Klea felt her body begin to respond. She had a hard time not getting turned off by a skilled appendage in that region, fully human or not.

He took the paw off of her chest, leaving her lying there, panting.

“I don’t think you can get down,” Geryon said.

“I don’t think so either,” she said, truthfully. It was a long way to the bottom of the canyon.

He sat up, looking not unlike a cat or dragon.

“Take your clothes off, then.”

Klea moved to a kneeling position, trying very hard not to look over the edge of the nest she was in and the long way down. Slowly, she undid the buckles on her breastplate, one at a time, trying to tease this lonely, horny monster.

When it was off she carefully placed her breastplate to one side and, getting into the show, lifted herself on her knees, thrusting her hips forward and lifting her breasts in both hands, jiggling them, showing them off to Geryon, who simply watched.

“Bottom too,” he said. Klea slipped one finger below the waistband of her armored skirt, and then another, running it along as her other hand caressed her breasts. She tossed her hair back and shook her hips before unbuckling that as well, removing it coyly and putting it aside, spreading her knees apart and running one hand along her upper thighs.

“Magnificent,” breathed Geryon.

Fast as lightning, his tail wrapped around her leg again and slammed her back into the ground, one leg bent awkwardly underneath her. As she was prone, his tail moved even further up, the tip coming away from her thigh, leaving the rest wrapped around it, and began to probe the slick folds of her cunt.

Despite everything, Klea felt herself grow warm, her cunt swelling in anticipation.

“You
do
like that,” he said. His tail probed her again, invading into her an inch or so. Klea took one hand and grabbed the tail, tried to remove it, but she failed.

Slowly, almost gently, her took one of his lion’s paws and used it to move her hand back to near her head. She tried to resist, but the monster was so much stronger than her that it was useless, and he rested his weight on her arm, his lion’s claws half out, just poking into her skin, not drawing blood but ready to rip her to shreds at any moment.

His other paw followed suit, and she was pinned down, in the next, his tentacle-like tail doing whatever it wanted to her. She felt more of it wind around her leg, leaving more free at the top as it squirmed, quite deliberately, past her clit. Klea could feel every muscle in the smooth, scaly tail, flexing and releasing, the effect intoxicating on her and nothing like anything she’d felt before. Under his sharp, heavy paws, she relaxed and moaned.

“I heard you were easy,” the human head said. “I didn’t know you’d be this easy.”

Below, his tail tightened around her leg, practically clamping her to the floor as it continued exploring her pussy, still making its way past her pussy and slowly entering her. Klea grit her teeth together so she wouldn’t moan; the thin end of his tail was coiling in on itself in a spiral, entering her that way, slithering up her channel in snakelike way until she was filled with the writhing mass.

“I also heard you like it weird,” he said.

Klea opened her eyes and tried to ignore the strange, glorious sensations she felt. “Who are you hearing this from?” she gasped. Was there some kind of monster word-of-mouth network.

“Just around,” he said.

He moved his tentacle-like tail faster inside her, rolling the coils together, squirming and spiraling and fucking her. Klea wasn’t sure if she liked it, but she’d never felt anything similar. Despite herself, she felt on the brink of orgasm, brought there by this weird monster.

“Come for me,” the head said, and Klea didn’t have a choice. His tail writhed in her cunt, drawing the orgasm out of her, filling and fucking and squeezing her as she came through her gritted teeth, determined not to make a sound as her hips bucked upwards against her will.

When she finished, the tail withdrew.

“You enjoyed that,” he said, matter-of-factly.

“Of course I did,” she said, a little angry at her body’s betrayal. “I always like orgasms.”

“Everyone does,” he said. His words had an undertone of menace to them, and Klea looked down, past the two paws pinning her shoulders to the ground, and saw it for the first time: his big, green, scaly, erection.

In that moment, she felt helpless. Against the monster, against herself. She wanted it. She wanted that green, scaled, monstrous cock buried in her, fucking her brains out. She got wet again just at the thought, and as if reading her mind, Geryon released her shoulders. Klea crawled forward on her hands and knees, past the furry part of the monster to the green, scaled part, and knelt in front of it.

The tail slithered past. It wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and Klea struggled against it. It held her down, and ever so slightly, pushed her forward, her face a little closer to the penis.

It was shaped like a human’s, at least: long and thick, with a definite head, though she didn’t see the balls, but Klea didn’t really know how dragons worked, or even monsters that were part dragon.

Carefully, she stuck her tongue out and gave the underside of it one single luck. The tail around her tightened, leaned her forward more. She gave it another lick, and another, gradually putting the head of it in her mouth, her tongue looping over and under it, turning her head this way and that to get the best angles of the odd, scaly cock.

It wasn’t too weird. The scales on it were tiny and smooth, feeling almost like human skin, or at least not that strange. Even as she moved her head down the shaft it was warm and not cold, like she’d been afraid it might be. Geryon groaned, the sound half human and half monstrous, a rumble crossed with a hiss. She heard the wings flap, once, and the body lurched forward, sending the cock to the back of her throat where she choked on it for a moment. She withdrew, sputtering.

It was just out of her mouth when the tail wrapped around her leaned her forward again, the cock going deep in her mouth, and then the tail pushed and pushed. Klea understand what it wanted, even as she panicked, and did her best to relax her jaw and throat, the iron grip of the tail not giving up.

“Mmmph!” she said. She couldn’t breathe. The tail relented for a moment and then pushed her forward again, the monster’s equivalent of putting his hands on her head and shoving her face down on his cock.
 

This time, it worked: Klea relaxed and swallowed and felt the head pop through her throat, easily allowing the rest of it in. The monster above sighed with pleasure and Klea felt his bulk move forward until her nose was pressed against the underside of his belly, right where the fur met the scales. Then he pulled back, his head all the way to her lips as she gasped a desperate breath before the next face fucking. With barely a pause, he plunged his cock into her mouth again, pressing hard at the opening to her throat and popping through, Klea barely able to move or to do anything at all about it.

Again, his cock stayed in her throat longer than she’d have liked, but she was tied up by his tail and helpless to do anything about it besides stay still and hope the monster came soon.

It sounded like he might.
 

“Swallow my cock,” he said above, mostly to himself. Klea certainly couldn’t answer, the aforementioned appendage halfway down her throat. It came out and she gasped for air before it choked her again, making the man’s head roar.

Please come
, she thought.
This is less fun now.

Just as she thought he might, judging by the sounds he made, he pulled out of her mouth and stayed there, his dick hovering in the air right in front of her face.

Then she felt herself released and turned, tossed face-down onto the branches that made up the bottom of the nest, and before she could do anything, talons on her legs, spreading her knees wide. Even as she pushed herself up with her hands, she couldn’t move her bottom half, only look over her shoulder.

His cock, still slimy wither her spit, hovered over her and he rubbed it along her backside, nestling it in the cleft between her buttocks.

Klea went down on her elbows, positioning her ass in the air. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, and she strained upward, offering herself to the monster.

He paused, his big lion’s laws on either side of her body, and looked down.

“I’m going to fuck you in every hole,” he said.

Klea’s pussy ached with need, wanting to be filled.

“I want your cock,” she said. It was the only thing she could think about, despite being far up a cliff with a literal monster: how that hard, scaly dick would feel inside her; whether he’d fuck her fast or slow, gentle or hard. By all indications, hard, which was fine. Klea liked it rough.

Then she felt the tip of it against her pussy lips and she prepared herself, waiting to feel it ease in, but instead it tore through her, sinking the entire shaft in one quick thrust.

“Oh!” she shouted, surprised. The force of it pushed her face into the branch-covered floor, and as she lay there, she felt one enormous paw, claws half unsheathed, come to rest on her shoulder.

He pulled out and slammed into her again, his talons pulling her legs even wider, his claws pricking her skin. Then again, and again, fucking her more forcefully than anyone had in a long time, making sure she couldn’t move at all while he did it.

Despite the force, despite the roughness, Klea felt the pressure build in her cunt, an aching need for release. Each time he plowed into her, the feeling grew, the ache deepened, and his grip on her tightened. It seemed as though the less she could move, the closer she came to orgasm, until finally, pumping in and out of her, she came in a rush, crying out even though her face was pressed into the floor, each thrust pushing her further and further down. She was helpless against him, orgasming wildly, nothing she could do about it.

As the jolts moving through her limbs subsided, his pumping slowed and then stopped as he pulled out, and for a moment of confusion, she thought he had come as well, somehow without her noticing.