Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (10 page)

I’m frozen in pleasure, my own cock feeling it will come at any moment as I am riding it under my crotch. How could she be like me? I have never met someone of our kind before, thinking us only to be legend and hidden away from the world. To have her cock pressed so tightly between my ass cheeks, and her almost fucking me is beyond my wildest dreams right now.

And I do feel a tinge of sadness for her, that she has been transformed into this state, half in death, and half in beautiful life.

“Lean forward, mage,” she says. She rubs my bare ass, thrusting her cock against me, her massive length wrapped up in my warm silken robes. I feel her copious pre-cum smearing across my ass, wetting my panties, causing wet streaks on my silk robes. “Lean forward and I shall fuck your sweet ass raw.”

“There is a crevasse here,” I say, delirious with passion, but still keenly aware of my situation.

“I know there is,” she says, rubbing her slick cock down the curve of my ass cheek, “it is called your wet little cunt. I wish to slide this wicked cock into it.”

Ahead of us lies a deep chasm, cut by a river now frozen solid, the ice packed with snow - but still ridable. I crossed this earlier on my way up and had a strange feeling about it being a way through the barrier. If a thousand years passed by, that is plenty of time for the world under the barrier to change, and new ways to work their way through.

She’s rubbing the inside of my thighs now, her hands warm, and her lips kissing my neck. I guide my horse into the chasm, and thankfully the wind abates in here, though the whistling sounds of it still remain with us, and the hollow chasm echoes the screams of the gusts above.

“Let me fuck you, mage,” she says, a bit delirious herself, and I know the feeling all too well. As Sisters of Gundir, we are blessed and cursed with our she-cocks. They do override our passions and better judgments, and the darklord on my back could be as lust-hazed as myself at this moment. Of that fact, I am sure, because I feel my head light with passion, and my loins burning with lustful fire. “Let me fill your pussy deep with this cursed cock of mine. Let me come in your body until cum overflows your womb, sperm shooting out of your filled cunt all over the both of us.”

And yes, we shoot copious seed. Multiple times as a woman may with her nectar, but our cocks too. Of that she is right. And my cock hurts so bad. I keep us riding down the gorge as she squirms and lusts behind me, her pink tongue running up the side of my neck. She bites my ear, hikes my ass up, and shoves her massive throbbing cock under me.

I gasp aloud. “By the Goddess!”

“Oh, it hurts so bad,” she says, and I feel her cock sticking out from under my panties. Pre-cum coats the saddle in front of me. I could reach down and touch the end. I don’t know if she feels my cock under there, but it is pretty crowded under me. I nearly collapse in passion in her arms, but I keep my hands on the reins and guide us down the frozen chasm.

She grabs my breasts through my robes, and begins fucking my crotch between my panties and the leather saddle.

“So full under,” she says, gasping, sliding her cock agonizingly underneath me, “what are you wearing?”

My own cock has had enough. It needs to explode. It orders me to come. I feel a mini orgasm ripple inside my lady parts and I shudder and gasp, and I will my cock to stand down. It can’t. Pre-cum flows from it like a river, soaking my ass with a torrent, further lubricating the darklord’s cock under me in a sea of slickness.

I have had enough.

I spot a cave nearby and I have had enough.

I steer my horse inside, free myself from her grip, and slide off. I run my hands through my blond hair, and sigh so loud it echoes off the cavern walls. I hear the darklord slide off behind me, the black fur cloak still around her.

I reach under myself and free my cock before straightening my robes.

“Why did we stop?” she says, her voice not as certain as it was when she captured me. Her tone is almost weak and submissive in a way, like not getting what she wants will destroy her.

I know, because I feel the same way right now.

I weave a spell and create a warming fire on a rock nearby. I raise my hands and warm them, the magical heat filling the cave around us. I catch a glimpse of her in the mirror-like ice, her leather dress is tented out by her massive cock. It is impressive, and I feel a warm river of pussy juice slick the insides of my legs, the chill air catching the wetness.

I close my eyes and sigh. I turn to her and look right at her, straight into the soft glow of her green eyes, my full cock tenting out against the front of my robes.

Chapter 10:

Grasp

Is this what it feels like to die?

I am floating high above the ground, and I see the river beneath us, and it lazily twists along as I soar higher into the sky.

I must be dead.

No.

My yellow dress hangs limp against my body as I feel the air rush by me, my hair taking the wind.

And a shadow looms above me.

Great claws hold my body.

And a dragon carries me through the air.

I scream.

Be calm.

It growls.

I scream again.

“Silence,” it says, the voice a deep, throaty growl which reverberates through me, “screaming shall not help you, human child.”

“You can speak?” I say, though saying such things makes me sound stupid.

I suppose it was stupid that I gave up on life so easily. Maybe this is my punishment? The gods have abandoned me, and I am to become this dragon’s next meal.

My heart is racing, and I don’t know what to think. The ground spins underneath me, and we fly higher and faster. I feel sick, and my head is spinning.

Calm yourself.

I look around. There is just me and the dragon. I shake my head, and wonder if I am hearing things. Or if I am going crazy.

“Yes,” it says, the irritated rumble though its chest close enough to shake me, “I speak. As do you. Now, silence.”

Brenna.

I look around.

Where is Brenna?

She saved me from one dragon, could she save me from another?

Nothing and no one.

She can’t fly.

“Where are you taking me?”

To me.

I curse the whispers in my thoughts. I close my eyes and block out the world, feeling the wind rush by me. I open my eyes, calm and of one head. I listen for a moment, and I am greeted by the rush of wind and silence.

The dragon growls again before responding. “To the Frozen Queen. Now silence.”

It makes its point by giving me a gentle, yet powerful squeeze of its hind claws.

“Ow! That hurts!”

I reach up and punch the beast’s stomach, two large lumps covered by red scales of which I am between. I feel my fist hit hard, my knuckles sting, and a loud, hollow, ‘thump’ echo through his body.

Am I between his hind legs?

His balls?

Oh no.

They are armored and inside his body, but I must have just punched the dragon in his balls. There is a long, armored slit above them for what I am sure would be a gargantuan fence-pole sized penis hidden in his body as well.

“I’m sorry!”

The growling gets louder, and louder, and louder until I am forced to cover my ears to keep them from hurting. The vibrations shake me, my teeth hurt, and he lets out a roar.

“Do not do that again!”

“I’m sorry!”

He growls in a throaty and warbling tone that rises and falls until he falls silent, and we are sailing through the air again without words between us.

I glance down out of curiosity, and notice his asshole being in the place I suspected it to be, but dangerously close to me if he suddenly had to let go. I notice a blue-feathered arrow or crossbow bolt sticking out of the flesh close to his sphincter, and I wince in pain. A slight trickle of blood is dried around the bolt, but it is firmly stuck in there.

“Mister dragon?” I say, my voice as sweet as I can manage.

He growls again, gently squeezing me, and rumbling his chest before he finally responds. “What?”

“I think you have something stuck in your ass.”

Chapter 11:

Ritual

If I had been holding my notes, I had been holding them wrong.

The high-priest’s cock towers over me, with Captain Garrus sitting across the table furiously masturbating, and a shocked young priestess sitting there staring at the three of us.

A long string of pre-cum bubbles out of Keller’s cock, the clear fluid stretching out and holding several bubbles of its own in the air above my breasts. An already obscene amount of his pre-cum spiderwebs my cleavage, as my leather armored ‘bandit’ halter gives me ample bosom for his dripping ejaculate to target.

As a bard, I should call this performance a total failure. Here I had been trying to hold my magic notes, to avoid having the high priest detect magic in my voice, and I turn my crowd into a raving band of nymphomaniacs.

Did my magic, or my non-magic do this? Or is this a normal way of relaxing for these people? Based on the priestess’ reaction, I would say this is the former more than the latter, and I somehow screwed up miserably here trying to keep a low profile.

Did they even suspect anything was out of the normal, or did I mess up so badly as to permanently affect their minds?

The warmth of his cock is incredible, and I see every heartbeat jerk it slightly upwards. Every deep purple vein under the skin of his massive rod is pronounced, and his piss-hole is flared open as wide as I have ever seen one open by itself. The end is swollen and purple, and smooth skin goes all the way down to his torso, where his smooth shaved balls match the massive cock pointing at my face.

Wonderful.

I look over at the priestess, the young lady sits there doe-eyed in shock, her mouth slightly open, and her breaths shallow and quick. Her cone-like breasts strain under her golden devotional robes, and she blinks twice in shock as I meet her gaze. Her cheeks are flush. She tries to mouth words, but I tilt my head and smile at her, my white ponytail falling off my shoulder.

High Priest Keller runs the end of his wet cock across my earlobe, leaving a long string of clear pre-cum hanging off my ear and sliming the inside of it. He then traces the red-hot cock along my cheek, leaving a long string of clear pre-cum smeared across the side of my face.

“You are a very pretty girl,” Keller says while his cock paints my face with his pre-cum. He guides it between my chalk-white brows, and smears a long, clear string down the top of my nose, leaving a bubble of pre-cum and a short string of the hot fluid hanging off the end of my nose. “With a very pretty voice. And now, a very pretty face, covered with my cum.”

He smears the next wad of his pre-cum across my lips, glazing them with a warm, clear sheen. I pull my lips apart, dangerously close to the end of his cock, the clear strings of cum stretching and breaking between my lips, with a long clear string hanging between my lower lip and the end of his cock. I pull away with a soft gasp of breath his cock feels, and it jerks up and away from me, brushing my nose and leaving another smear of pre-cum across my upper lip.

The priestess gasps, her breaths shallow, and tiny goosebumps visible on her neck. I can see the sheen of sweat on her palms.

And what of my pussy, under my armored leather skirt and leather panties?

Soaked.

I can’t help it, sometimes as a bard you just get so wrapped up with the crowd, with the onlookers, that all sorts of strange thoughts go through your head. That if you could make love to your audience you would, just to have that connection.

Captain Garrus sits back and raises his armored leather skirt. Where Keller’s cock and balls are shaved and refined, Garrus’ are a turgid, hairy, chunk of sweat-covered meat with a long red pole covered by a sheath of foreskin. His cock disappears into a bush of black hair, and his fuzz-covered balls hand in a long sack off the chair. He grunts with every pump of his hand.

Priestess Faith squeals and jumps when she sees it, her hand leaping to her mouth, and then her attention returning to me.

Young lady, you had your chance to run out of here screaming, the fact you sit here watching makes you a part of this, or at least interested. I smile at her and nod. She keeps her hand on her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. Keller’s cock stands between us, and I look at the bubbling end of it, smeared with shiny cum, and then look back up at her innocently. I raise my eyebrows as if to ask a question to her, and then lick my cum-covered lower lip with a flick of my tongue.

Should I?

She nods so imperceptibly you could almost have missed it, and gasps a short breath when she realizes what she just did.

Cute.

You, young priestess, I shall pay you back for this later. I know I shouldn’t blame you, but I blame your company, and a little bit of myself for this mess I am in.

I open my mouth slowly and keep the priestess’ gaze in my eyes as I take Keller’s cock in my mouth and suck so hard my cheeks pull in. I am sure she can see the bulge of his cock press through my cheek as I thrust him in my mouth, and the man groans as I take him as deep as I can before he hits my throat. I hold the rest of the man’s rod in my hand as I bounce my head back and forth, leaving a slick sheen of my spit on his vein covered skin, while my cheeks pull deeply in as he exits my mouth. The suction on him is so great a flood of slick pre-cum spurts into my mouth, which I use to mix with my spit and lubricate my palette, tongue, and roof of my mouth to be as slippery as possible.

The priestess’ lower lip shakes, and she grips her robes tightly with her sweat-covered hands. I can smell her sweet, wet pussy from here, and it makes my cock-filled mouth water.

I switch to making long, pulling draws on the high priest’s cock, using my lips to slowly draw him out while my cheeks pull deeply in, and my lips keeping a tight seal on his circumference. I can hear the high-pitched wet sucking sound when I draw back, and he moans in pleasure as the suction draws his clear pre-cum seed from him. I use my other hand to pull the skin on his cock all the way back when I am at my furthest away, when the pressure on his piss-hole is the greatest I want his skin to be stretched as tight as a drum, and his cock’s end to be pulled as far apart as it will go before the skin breaks.