Thread: The Crimson Claw of Calamity [IC]

It didn't take her long to find what she needed. Between his tack and some nearby rope in the stalls, things were ready. Face flushing crimson, burning with embarrassment, Serathiel smiled and moved back to the stallion, dropping to her knees. She accepted that she would need to throw away her sense of shame when she swore herself to her mistress, and she had done so...but that did not mean that she did not still have to fight it at times. Her mistress took her virginity within moments of her swearing her life and body to her, but she'd yet to lay with a male, and a beast at that! Still, she shook off those thoughts. No, I must love him, and I will, she silently reassures herself as she looks at its semi-erect phallus. It was already as long as her forearm and thick as her fist, and though her eyes were wide, it was a mixture of fear, shame...and excitement. The idea might be shameful, but that meant it was more exciting, and her inheritance meant that the more wrong something was, the more enjoyable it would be. But I'm sorry my love, she whispers lovingly, I'm afraid that for now I can only kiss you, she says, licking the tip of its flared cock before giving it a teasing kiss, feeling it grow hotter, harder, and more erect. She could take the full thing in her mouth, and she would...but her love deserved more than that, it deserved to have her fully, and hear how it made her feel, and that meant that she needed to keep her jaw from being dislocated. But after a few hours of mating her she would clean him off. But first, she smiled, face still flushed but her smile more excited now than before as the steed grew rock hard and she kissed it up and down its entire shaft, soaking in its musky scent before pausing. Now, my love, give me a moment so that I can give you my everything... For his part, the stallion stamped its foot and whinnied at the succubus' ministrations and snorted as she stopped. They didn't share a language, but her nature allowed him to understand her well enough, and he was impatient...but he had not mated in years, he was eager, hungry, but she was not a mare and he had to wait for her to be relieved. Luckily, he did not have to wait long. Blessed by the wind as she was, Serathiel was grateful for her heritage. If it were not for her abilities, she would've required assistance, but she knew that a woman and stallion were not allowed to be together and to be unable to fulfil her orders would've been unforgivable, but thankfully, she could do this on her own. Admittedly, she would likely need help to stop, but it did not matter if they were discovered after she had given her love to the steed. And so, using her ability to traverse the air as easily as ground, Sera began to float, face down, beneath the heavy horse's body, her legs spread around either side of it so that her only technically virginal entrance was only barely touching the tip of the stallion's fully erect, two foot long cock. From there it took a little more effort to do what she needed to do, tying both her feet and arms together, strapped tightly to the steed's flanks as though she were some sort of lower saddle...but unlike with a normal saddle, she would be the one being ridden by the mount. Once everything was in place and she was secured to the steed, she closed her eyes and smiled...before using her ability to fly to shift away from its cock just an inch and then slam herself into it. She cried out, but it was as much from ecstasy as pain as the flared head of its penis, easily as thick as both her balled fists together, forced its way inside her. Were she a normal woman, the shock may very well have killed her, or at least forced her unconscious, but she was the child of a succubus and a nymph, the very incarnations of sex, and her body could accommodate anything for that purpose. The shape of its shaft was visibly outlined in the pit of her stomach after only that first thrust, but more than three fourths of its cock remained, eager and waiting, and though he whinnied again this time in lust, happy to be mating, she knew that he deserved to fully sheath his mighty phallus inside her, and so she inched forward again, careful to keep the flared head inside of her, before throwing herself backward again, her entrance devouring another few inches of its cock and making her moan again. The stallion's instincts had taken over now, and it put its hooves up on the entrance to his stall, lifting Serathiel up further off the ground, doing its best to thrust into her on his own, causing her to bounce and letting gravity work to slowly slide her further and further down its shaft, much to her delight. With her hands and feet bound to his flanks there was little she could do, but she was happy that he was so eager and enjoying himself, so there was little she needed to do...but with every thrust she could feel its cock go further and further inside of her, roughly shoving organs out of the way so that it could fully enter her. With every thrust it climbed, centimeter by centimeter, through her body. From her position she could not see what it was doing, but she could feel it. And anyone watching would be able to see the clear outline of its shaft distend her stomach, pushing its way past her bellybutton, up her stomach, all the way up until its flared head was nestled just past her breasts whose nipples were painfully erect as well. And though her hands were tied, Serathiel's tail was still free, and upon realizing how exposed the stallion's cock still was, though it was now protected by her flesh, the nymph realized that she could love it twice over. For while it was mating with her, she could also use her breasts to pleasure it from inside herself. Using her tail, though it was barely long enough, she pressed her breasts tightly against the shape of the phallus distending her stomach so that with every one of the stallion's thrusts it not only penetrated her, but tit fucked her as well. She was not trying to make him last, after all. They had until her mistress came for her, and she was going to love him as much as she could in that time. Or at least that was as far as she could think, lost in lust as she was, her eyes rolling back with every thrust, her moans louder, unrestrained, and likely to attract attention. See more Perform Fucktoy - Taking 20 for 40 Assuming taking 20 is allowed on this one, if not I'll roll Going to end the post here in case anyone wants to catch her in the act.