Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
I licked my lips in anticipation of using his wonderful, muscular body. Zarra was staring at me, perplexed, trying to figure out what was happening to him. I had taken him to a more secluded room, carrying a lantern with me. The room was furnished with a large stone table -- it must have been the dining hall, and I set the lantern on the table. Then I moved to him, removing his weapons as he stood there compliant. His eyes never left my face. I told him to remove his boots and he obeyed, his brow furrowing with concern.
His tunic came next, revealing a powerful chest. I lightly ran my hands over it and he hitched in a gasp. When I brushed over his nipples, they responded, hardening under my fingers. With one hand I reached downward, cupping his groin. Zarra moaned and closed his eyes. I could feel him responding through the leather. I slowly undid the lacings, opening him, revealing him. He moaned deeper and spread his legs a little. When the lacings were open, I reached inside, feeling for the treasures he had hidden inside. His whole body began to tremble under my touch and he began to whimper, just small sounds, like inarticulate pleas. I peeled his leathers down further, uncovering his butt and ran my hands over his rounded bottom, then returned to the front. His leathers were at his upper thighs, his penis and balls revealed and waiting.
He was magnificent! Not like Rath, who was all cream and silk, nor like Kala, who was nature itself, but stronger, larger than either of them. I cradled his balls, lifting them, feeling their weight. He groaned and put a hand back to brace himself, but since there was nothing behind him, and he almost fell. I guided him backward until he reached the stone table. He braced against the table, leaning backward, which brought his groin forward. I turned my attention to his shaft, which was thick and hard and pointing straight at me, already half aroused. I fingered the tiny hole at its tip, playing with it until it gave up its pre-ejaculate. I captured that first clear drop of liquid on my finger and brought it to my lips, tasting him. Like Kala, he had a wild taste.
Soon his shaft was hard and tight against his flat stomach. Bending down, I curled my tongue into the little mouth of his penis, coaxing out more liquid. Zarra tried to open his legs more, but his leathers trapped him and he strained against them, the muscles in his thighs popping with his struggle. I ran my hands down his thighs and elicited a deep groan. As I licked his tip, I cradled his heavy balls, gently massaging the orbs inside, moving them to and fro in their loose covering. He cried out, leaning backward, his mouth open and his breath coming out in rasping sobs. "Please!" he begged, trying to thrust himself into my mouth. But I moved backward as he did, not allowing his entry, and continued to torment the tip, the little hole now gaping wide open like a hungry mouth.
After a several minutes, with Zarra moaning constantly now, I pulled off his leathers and he moved his rear on top of the table, spreading his legs wide, revealing himself completely. I had never had this view before, as Rath and Kala used their mouths instead of me using mine. I lifted his balls and a tiny puckered slit was exposed. I pushed a finger into it and Zarra cried out, squirming. I could feel the muscles inside of his anus, moving against my finger. I moved my finger, stroking him, and accidentally touching a tiny gland. He arched hard, his voice a sobbing moan. What had I touched? I felt for it again and found it. Again he spasmed under my touch. As I did so, my golden tendrils appeared at the edge of my vision. That meant he was very close to his release.
There was plenty of time to take his shaft inside of me and I was having too much fun playing with him; he was like a brand new toy. I took hold of his penis, curling my hand around its turgid length and ran it up and down, pumping him, pushing him towards release. But I kept my finger tight inside his anus, stroking that special spot over and over. His whole body was a writhing mass as he moved inexorably towards his climax. He arched violently, his rear almost off the table, his head bent backward, pushing his shoulders off the table. White streams of semen spurted from his aching penis and his anal muscles clutched at my finger tightly. I stroked him hard and he gave up more, his whole body trembling violently with the force of his climax. When he finished, he slipped to the floor, lying there exhausted, his perspiring body glistening in the lantern's light. My tendrils pushed into him and he groaned. Two tendrils went from his body toward the outside, and I knew that they were attached to Rath and Kala. As I had done with Kala, I mentally grabbed them and they went taut and disappeared. Zarra was now completely mine!
I let him lay there for a while, watching him. His face was angular, with sharp cheekbones and pointed ears. His eyes were dark brown with flecks of gold in them. "What did you do to me?" He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"I have the power to bind demon males to me. Rathamaru, the fire demon, and Kala, the wolf leader, are both mine to command. And now so are you."
He stared at me, not wanting to believe me, but knowing that his own body had already betrayed him. And I knew that, even now, tired and satiated as he was, he still ached for me. "Why did you do this to me?"
"I live in the valley and I want your demon cats to protect the humans. Like Kala's demons and wolves do."
"But we live in the mountains."
"Not any more. You will gather your clan and bring them down to the valley, to Prospect, the village where we live." There was no doubt in my voice; I knew he had no choice but to obey. My only concern had been whether or not he could control his entire clan, but after seeing him and feeling his power, I had no doubts. His clan would follow him wherever he led them.
I looked at him, "Have you rested enough?"
He looked at me, and cocked an eyebrow. "Rested?"
In answer, I went to the table and jumped up to sit on it. I pulled my skirt up high and opened my legs. He stared at the offer and then struggled to his feet. Coming close, he stared into my eyes and then kissed me, hard and rough, just as I knew he would. I broke from him and lay back. He looked down and moved rough fingers to my hidden treasures, opening me. Then he bent and licked, gently at first, then harder. He quickly found the little nub of flesh that gave me so much pleasure and nibbled it, sending me into throes of ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, pulling him tight against me, his mouth pressed against my labia, his tongue working, bringing me to my first peak. I cried out as I climaxed, but kept his mouth tight against me. His tongue moved to my passage and he pushed it deep inside, tasting me as I had tasted him. Zarra gave a soft moan and I knew that if I could see him, he would be completely erect.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him forward, back to my sensitive flesh, and he obeyed, returning to his licking and nibbling. Twice more he brought me to a wonderful release. Then he raised his head, with lips glistening from my own juices, and begged for his own release. I nodded and he pulled himself onto the table, lifting my hips and sinking his swollen penis deep inside me. I moaned as he entered -- he was wider than the others -- but my body stretched around him. He moved in and out, taking himself almost all the way out and then slamming in hard as far as possible. Together we climaxed and I felt his warm semen pumping into my throbbing passage. He shoved in once more, even harder than before, and gave up more semen. It felt wonderful -- to have him deep inside, pounding inside of me!
Throughout the night, I took him again and again, never tiring. Finally, he could take no more and with his final climax, his eyes rolled up and he passed out cold, his weight coming down on top of me. I struggled out from under him and stood up. Leaving him sleeping on the table, I searched the rooms, looking for water to wash up. I found a small trickle in a room two doors' away and tore off a piece of my undergarment, wetting it so that I could wash. It wasn't much but it would have to do until I found a decent pool of water.
Returning to him, I was going to curl up next to him, but the table was hard stone and did not look comfortable, so I returned to the camp. Kala was awake, standing guard, and he quickly made me a warm bed. He said nothing to me about Zarra or what had just happened. He sat next to me, guarding me, and I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.