Thread: Kingdom of Welcome Addiction [Wreckles & Cherubian]

The grin displayed on Murl's features showed no signs of receding just because the more than attracting female in front of him had the demeanor of someone that had given up on life itself. This was what he was used to, all bent to his strength, and the women who refused to be intimidated by his stature were given other reasons to fear him. Like a predator confident in his kill on the prey he licked his lips and let his hungry eyes run up and down on her body. The bars swung open and the small cell were filled by his presence leaving little room for manouvers. The two guards that had accompanied him grinned to themselves, they didn't wear armor down here but their uniformes were made of black studded leather, clad in the material from top to toe they brandished them like soldiers that had just gone through basic training would. The sheated swords at their waists looked like they didn't belong there, then again it was nothing what it looked on Murl, the sword could be compared to a toothpick when faced with his size. Murl could not remember the last time he had drawn it. Staring down at the woman with the ample bust he rubbed his hands greedily together, savoring what was to come. I hope you won't give me a reason to hurt that pretty face of yours little girl. Murl spoke with a voice that had forgotten what pain felt like, even though his body had numerous scars at random places. Short brown hair that seemed out of proportion grew on the top of his crown, barely covering the head. It did not take much to entice Murl, and when presented with such a heavenly bounty he could do little to hold himself back, already feeling himself growing thicker beneath his leather pants. When he took a step further he placed his hands on the womans shoulders, holding her still and squeezing lightly to demonstrate that he was capable of snapping her like a twig if need be. Murl was not much of a conversationalist and now driven by his primal urges he started chuckling to himself as he effortlessly pulled off her fabric and threw it in a corner, only taking a few moments to relish her sex appeal. His large hands gripped her chest and much to his pleasure they were big enough that they didn't just disappear in his hold. With surprising glee he squeezed them and fondled them roughly, like a spoiled kid that had just gotten another toy he could afford to lose. The initial enjoyment diminished quickly and soon he wanted to have what he came for. Pushing the woman back to the wall, he unbuckled his belt with surprising nimbleness, his pants fell to the floor with a thud and were quickly joined by the white linen underpants. At his loins a substantial rod now stood proudly, slightly twitching with veins clearly visible. Warm to the touch and a shade of red due to the blood flowing within, it rested against the woman's inner thigh. Murl went on auto-pilot, his chubby fingers took a firm grip of the female's ass and lifted her several inches from the floor, spreading her legs open in the process. Not being one to pay attention to the finer details he never hesitated as he guided his size into her nether regions. Murl wasn't just a huge man, he was born with an equal substantial cock that - while almost looking small in comparison to the rest of his body - was more than enough to fill up women of all sizes to their limits. His breath smelled of fish as he breathed down hard onto the woman now safely locked within his holds, just as his tip found her opening he pressed her against him while moving his hips forward. His cock bulldozed through her slit and forced her inner muscles to give way to his invasive tool. A little perk of his was that Murl's dick had the talent of producing large amounts of pre-cum when enticed enough. And no man would say that that wasn't exactly what Murl was now. Coated with this slick layer around his cock-head, it slid inside her with surprising ease. Now armed with an unintelligent look on his normaly less-than-so features, with mouth open and a hint of drool coming out he only had one goal in life right now. Pressing onwards with his hips, he watched as the woman's pussy swallowed more and more of his size, she was not very tight, more like her textures were forming around him due to his ample prod. Just as her crotch touched against his he begun rocking her back and forth, swiftly picking up the pace and rhythm as he proceeded fuck her. He was even harder than he was the night before, it was like all the other women he had thus far as his life as a jailor with benefits paled in comparison to what he had in front of him now. It was not that he had not seen her before now - oh no, it was just that once he saw her, he knew that he wanted to save the best for last. They were only hours away from their destination and he wanted to make the most of it. Now grunting he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her lifted rear as he plunged inside her in a steady manner it was difficult for a man such as Murl to keep his strength at bay. He didn't notice that he was slamming the woman into the wall with his heavy thrusts, there was only the pleasure of being wrapped by something so divine as her pussy. The invasive tool scraped against her innards as it was pulled back and forth in a hectic manner, it slode more easily within her now as her pussy had accomodated more to his size, but still he was stretching her and the greedy appearance on his countenance foretold no information of how close he was - only that he was lost in pleasure.