"Not interested. Ciara are I will be alone." (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
"Not interested. Ciara and I will be alone."
Oddball shrugs. "Suit yourself."
She drags her pet away as you bring yours into your room. You set him down on your bed, leaving your door wide open on purpose. You like it when your men can hear you do the deed.
"Ciara," you whisper as you untie the ropes on your slave's legs. "Where you from, Ciara?"
"A-Ammerham," he answers. "I'm from Ammerham."
"Ever been with a man, Ciara of Ammerham?"
He shakes his head. There's fear on his face.
"Is it going to hurt?"
You smile. "The best things do. You'll come to love the pain, I promise."
Ciara worms away as his legs come free. You grab his loose trousers, pulling them off effortlessly. His boxers come next. He's half-mast, as though he isn't sure about whether he should be aroused. He isn't particularly large down there, much smaller than the average orc anyway, but that's okay. You take it in one hard, feeling it harden beneath your thick fingers. He squirms away a little more, but you then grab his legs to stop him.
"You don't get to opt out, whore," you tell him. "You're my little slut now. Keep me happy, and I'll keep you alive and looked after. Understand?"
He nods frantically. As he does, you press your thumbs against his opening. It's tight and taut, and you know it's not going to spread easy. Some lube would ease the coming pain.
"Stay here," you tell him. "I've got something."
You move away to a little cupboard in your room. You pull out of bottle of lube, then move back over. He watches you pull down your trousers. Your terrifying ten inches are laid before his eyes. You can see the dread in his face. He shakes his head.
"That'll never fit," he tells you.
"It will," you reply. "That's what this is for."
He watches as you slather your lube all over your hard cock. You can tell there's more than fear in him. Some part of him wants you to fuck him silly. You're happy to bring out that side of him, whether he knows it's there or not. He trembles as you climb onto the bed. He eyes your glorious manhood with anticipation. He doesn't expect you to then flip him over. He yelps as you do. His arms still bound behind his back, you bring his ass up. It's quite small and round. You spread his cheeks with your thumbs, then press your tip against his tight entrance. You push, but his hole resists. You push even harder, and your rod pushes slowly in, breaking into his virgin hole. He grumbles unhappily as you enter him.
"You feel that, Ciara?" you ask him. "You feel me in your pussy?"
He whimpers affirmatively.
You push in deeper, but it's a struggle all the way. You knew you'd never get your whole thing in, but you can't help but try. He grimaces and grumbles throughout. With just half your meat inside him, he's nearly full already. You push that bit more to fully penetrate him until there's just no way to press in further without popping a few of his internal organs.
"You're all filled up," you tell him. "How's that feel, Ciara?"
"It... it feels gr-great, sir," he tells you, though he might be lying just to please you.
"Good slut," you say. "When I fuck you, you should moan, okay? And I mean loudly. I want Ammerham to hear you scream."
He nods. "I-I'll moan, sir."
You pull out a few inches. Girly moans go with you. He's getting it. As you slide back in, he moans just a little louder. You pick up speed, moving back again. As you thrust in, you hear his jittery moans beneath you. As you get faster, he gets louder. You get up to a steadier pace, dicking him good and deep but not too hard. His girly moans are a constant. You know some of your men must be able to hear you two by now. You get even faster still, and begin really fucking him. There's no pretence of coyness now. No one could moan like him and not mean it. You move quickly and precisely, rocking in and out, but never all the way either way. You feel him clench around you. His seed squirts out his cock. But you're not done yet, even if he is. You keep pistoning him until your satisfied. His moans break past orgasmic, now simply whimpers waiting for you to stop. You give him what he wants. With a grunt, you shoot your thick load into him. He squirms as you fill him up. Your hot seed spills out even as you keep shooting it. It dribbles down him as you pull out. He falls to his side.
"You enjoy that, slut?" you ask him.
Either out of truth or fear, he nods at you.
"I'll get you cleaned up," you tell him.
What else do you say?
