Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (13 page)

I can’t stop coming.

I will myself to come down.

I can’t, I have to stop.

My cock refuses, sending clear wads of sperm in a deepening pool between her tits, deep enough to scoop out and drink from like a pool of water. I dig my red fingernails into the insides of my thighs, hoping a little pain will stop my orgasm.

It doesn’t help.

“Calm yourself,” cum-covered Astrid says, finally clearing her eyes to sit up and stroke my cock with her fingers. She gently strokes the spurting end slowly, letting the sperm fall of her fingers in strings, and looks up at me and smiles.

She is so wet. Covered. Slick with her hair pasted back against her head.

Beautiful.

If I could bathe you in sperm every night, my love, I would. Everything of hers is ruined, her robes, her hair, and her cloak. But she glows in the complete glazing of my semen.

I feel the spasms inside me subsiding, and my ejaculations begin to weaken. I bite my lip, and moan. My body is spasming and covered with sweat.

“Shh, calm yourself,” she says, and I close my eyes. I feel the last few spurts escape me and onto her soothing hand. I don’t know if this was magic, or just her touch, but either way it worked.

“We can hurt ourselves if we don’t stop,” she says, stroking my softening cock, slick with sperm, my stomach heaving in exhaustion. “So…relax.”

Her body is so wet, her face so covered, and her hair matted flat. Steam rises up off of her skin, and rivers of cum flow off her sensual body and face.

I smile at her.

“You are beautiful,” I say, stroking her sperm-slick cheek.

“You made me a mess,” she says, smiling and licking the end of my cock, getting a jump out of it again. She swallows and pushes a huge glazing wad from her forehead. “I love it. I have never been so soaked.”

“It is my right,” I say, gathering up a wad of sperm to feed it to her on my fingertip, “you are mine, and I mark you like an animal.”

“I, yours?” She laughs, her hand traveling up underneath me and against my ass. She shoves two fingers deeply into my asshole and I groan, arcing my back, and gasping for air. “I am not yours, darklord.”

My cock jumps at her probing.

“Are, you, sure?” My words are halting as she reaches deep inside me with her fingers, my sphincter grasping her, my cock jumping to life again. “Stop that!”

I say that, but I don’t mean it. She found my weakness. She twists her fingers in me slowly and I scream, biting my lip, with a cold sweat running between my white-skinned breasts. She grabs a hold of my ass cheek, pulls it to the side so her fingers can slide deeper, and twists them the other way violently. I feel tears running down my cheeks, and my body squirms in pleasure at her touch.

She pulls both fingers out, slowly, letting her fingernails catch the rim of my asshole, pulling it along them with a scraping rasp. She shoves both fingers in her mouth, sucks on them, and them gasps as she pulls them free from her lips.

“You taste so incredible. Now get on all fours,” Astrid says, her cum-slick body sliding from under me. She slides out of her robes, rubbing her body with my warm seed, and revealing her incredible cock to me as she pulls her legs apart. “And turn around. I am fucking your sweet little darklord ass.”

Chapter 14:

Arrival

A grand spiral tunnels its way through the heart of this mountain, rising up to a bright ice-blue light above. Below us molten lava glows brightly, carrying steam upwards along a grand circle of a spiraling passage around a central atrium. Arches circle this center space as the steam billows and flows through the air into the light, where the steam hits ice and freezes into grand stalactites on the topmost levels. These icy teeth drip down, creating a gentle rain through the steam that falls back down to the boiling pools below.

Soon.

The voice I heard before is clearer in my mind, stronger, more certain. I don’t know who it is or where it comes from, but I am now certain I hear it.

The hiss of rain through the mist fills this place with a constant sound, and every stone surface is wet to the touch. Surrounding the outer walls of the upwards spiral are statue after statue of strange four-faced gods, men and women with a face on each side of their head representing fire, earth, water, and air.

Very soon.

A woman’s voice. I am sure of this now. I thought I was hallucinating or this was a part of a semi-conscious dream, but I know what I heard, and I heard a woman’s voice in my head.

You are so close, my child.

We head upwards, it gets colder every time we go around, and the sounds of rain give way to the soft wafting clouds of freezing mists.

The dragon’s steps echo through this strange, abandoned place, and I walk beside the beast. My yellow dress is still damp, and I am starting to get a chill.

“I’m cold.”

He walks beside me, his lumbering dragon head swinging back to make sure I was still walking alongside.

“You won’t be for long.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He glances back again, his large eyelid flicking open and closed at me. He snorts fire out his nostril and sucks the flame back in all in one flash and breath.

“Where are we going?”

“Up.”

“Up where?”

He growls, sending an echo through the atrium, and I hear the giant icicles overhead creak, pop, and groan.

“What is this place?”

“The Melting Shrine.” He snorts another breath. “Someplace built long before you or your kind were born. By those who built this world and had it taken away.”

I wrap myself in my arms to keep from shivering. “Why?”

“Why built or why taken?” He snorts, as if to laugh at his own question.

“Why both?”

“This world was not the home of man when it was created, it was the home of the dragons and our kind. There were no gods back then, no Northern gods, no God-King, and no others. In this world, life came to great elemental lords who tamed the broken world, sealed the burning fissures, created the oceans, and gave this planet air and grand mountains. The world was at balance.

And from these lords came the dragons, the creatures of the elemental lords, so they may bring life to this world. For eons this was the way. The world was ruled by my kind for millions of years. This was the world of dragons, and our gods the Elemental Lords. The names, the gods, and their faces you could not comprehend with your mind, at least not in this state.

And then a great mistake was made.

Humankind.”

He growls a low, throaty growl as I decide to not press the issue. I can figure out the rest, human gods, whatever this place is being some sort of home or temple to the Elemental Lords, and the near-extinction of his kind and the rise of man. This was his world, and it was taken away.

He must be millions of years old, a figure I can’t even comprehend. I shiver and rub my eyes, walking closer to him now for the heat coming off his body.

We walk quietly up the next two spirals, and the air grows chill. I can see some large temple of ice, or at least the entrance to it, three levels above us. With every step we get closer to its icy maw.

“Do you know who your father is?” He growls, a slow blink in his eyes. With every breath, he exhumes a great billow of vapor, and it is warm so I try to catch each puff.

“Amarus? He is the God-King. And my father. I grew up apart from him, tutored and sheltered from that life. He requires me to travel, all around the world, and live with his subjects. I was living among the Northerners when this began. He will never die, but it is said those of god’s-blood shall know those which they rule.”

“For a rule that will never come, because he can never die.”

“No,” I say, “he will never die.”

“Do you know why?”

We walk the last circle towards the blue-glow of the ice temple. From what I can see, the interior glows with the light of filtered light through cathedral-like walls and statues of ice. It’s chillingly beautiful, and eerily quiet.

“No.”

We turn into the temple, and the inside takes my breath away, replacing it with a chill. Grand spires of ice stand to each side, with vaulted ice ceilings, and massive pillars that filter the soft blue-white light through the entire room. It’s magnificent, beautiful, and cold all in the same breath.

At the end stands a beautiful statue, a nude ice-woman with one knee bent, and one arm reaching towards the heavens. Her hair, solid ice, encases her and wraps her in a wondrous shroud. I have never seen such a beautiful thing. My mouth drops open and the mist of my breath escapes me.

“He will never die because he stole the power of my gods.”

“What?” I look to the dragon, and then to the statue. “Father did what?”

“He is no god.

He is a thief.”

The cold means nothing to me as I walk towards the beautiful ice woman. I feel drawn to her, she is magnificent, yet familiar all the same.

“Who is she?”

His growl rises, his voice sounding like stones dragging across rock. He follows me, the hiss of his tail sliding across the ice floor sending my teeth on edge with its dry rasp.

“A sparkling soul.

The Frozen Queen.”

The room grows quiet.

“And she is you.”

Chapter 15:

Duet

Captain Garrus walks towards us, a man possessed. He tucks his armored skirt up into his belt, his cock standing hard and tall. It’s throbbing, slightly pointed upwards, with a bush of dark hair at its root.

He stands between Faith and I, and I reach over to stroke him gently. He’s been masturbating the whole time, so his cock is a mess of pre-cum and it feels ready to pop. The priestess watches me intently, and I use my fingernails to slowly drag up and down the captain’s skin.

Pre-cum hangs from the end in a long string, and the underside is slick with it as well.

My face and hair are wet with the high-priest’s cum. The priestess is slightly soiled, some in her hair, a lot on her dress, and most of it on her chin. I offer the cock to the priestess, and she wraps her mouth around it and begins to suck.

“Faith,” I say, as I pull her mouth off and to the side. “Open your mouth.”

I finger up as much of the high-priest’s cum as I can on my face and her dress, put it in my mouth, swish it around, and spit the load into Faith’s waiting mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” I say, “suck it, use it to lubricate.”

She dives back onto Garrus’ cock with a mouthful of spit and the high priest’s sperm, and begins sucking hard.

“Slower, you are too fast,” I say, holding her head and guiding it. “Wrap it with your mouth, cradle with your tongue. Tighter.”

Faith tightens up around the end of Garrus’ cock, and begins to focus on her job.

“Good, good, feel it. Wrap your mouth around it, tighter with your lips, suck when you pull out.” I put my fingers on her cheeks. “Tighten and suck hard when you draw out, try not to let any air escape. Keep it wet so you have a good seal.”

The young priestess closes her eyes and sucks his cock well, losing some pressure with her inexperienced lips, but doing a good job. She makes cute little ‘mmmph’ noises as she pulls out, her neck muscles straining, and her pert breasts shaking under her robe.

“Relax,” I say, kissing her cheek, and massaging her neck, “let your mouth do the work. Stroke, stroke, stroke, like a boat.”

Faith falls into a steady rhythm and Garrus moans, his sweat-covered hands shaking. I suck the side of his cock Faith’s mouth can’t reach near the root, and we both join in.

“Pull out,” I say, and Faith withdraws his pounding cock from her mouth, “now kiss me. We both suck. Play with your tongue and mine.”

I kiss the young priestess on her mouth, Garrus’ cock in both our lips, our tongues teasing the end of his rod. His body shakes and I fear he might be close. I hold the back of Faith’s head and pull her against my kiss,tightening the pressure between our lips, and sucking Faith’s mouth hard. She moans into my mouth as I suck her lips, the cock flaring between us. I slip my hand down and grab her ass through her devotional robes and she squirms and moans in my grasp.

The scent of her fresh, wet pussy intoxicates me.

I need to suck her cunt.

Garrus groans, and the high priest drinks ale, watching us. “Those two are something else, aren’t they, Captain? I wish we could have Icebow with us all the time.”

I reach over and wrap my hand around the high priest’s limp cock, twisting my wet hand around it in a swift move. He gets hard instantly. Two more strokes and his cock is ready to go. A bard’s trick? Perhaps. We just don’t perform with our mouths, you know.

I let go off Faith’s kiss, Garrus’ swollen cock popping free of our mouths. “If you want to join in, Keller, you may.”

Faith goes back to sucking, and she closes her eyes and works the captain hard. Her sperm-stained black pony tail bounces off her back as she sucks him. Garrus groans, he is close, so I put my hand on her cheek and slow her.

“I don’t need any lessons,” Keller says, laughing. He pushes a string of white hair from my eye carefully, pushing it back in place, and strokes my cheek. “You are immaculate. I may love you.”

“Do they allow high priests to love?” I smile, looking up at him.

“It’s not sanctioned, but I am in the position to make surreptitious exceptions.”

“When we find these two I suppose I could return to Sunrise,” I say, and I catch the high priest smiling. “Whatever these two did out here must have been a terrible thing.”

A leading question, yes. I think I earned it being covered with his semen and teaching his young priestess how to suck a cock like a professional. The show is still going on, so I am hoping he is a little less dismissive about divulging secrets, after all, who would want to ruin the party? I lean in and kiss Faith’s shoulder, pushing her dress from it, and mouthing the skin just above her breast. I pull her left breast free and take her swollen nipple into my mouth.

It tastes of rose petal and jasmine, and it is good. My mouth waters for her flesh, and I squeeze Faith’s cunt through her dress. The priestess squirms against my mouth, her pert breast perfect for my lips, and I suck at it, giving the high priest the best view.