Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (14 page)

“Runaway daughter of the Emperor,” Keller says dismissively, his mind in another world, “babysitting really. Ran off from the Crossroads, got captured by a drake, freed by some mercenary, and we are chasing the lot of them. Once we return her to Grayrock things will be different.”

Her breast is too good, and I free the other, squeezing it while the priestess sucks the captain’s cock above. I push her dress around her waist, and stroke her flat stomach with my open hand.

Two things. One, if the Emperor’s daughter were in the Crossroads, why take her back to Greyrock, where a backstabbing earl and his son hold court? And two, ‘things will be different’ doesn’t sound like ‘things will return to normal’ which is what I would expect from a group of men trying to rescue her.

It sounds like more of a kidnapping by a secret faction in the church than a rescue mission.

Of the God-King’s daughter and possible heir.

I slip my hand between the priestess’ dress and her waist, sliding down over her fuzz-covered pussy, while my fingers gripping the wet and succulent folds of her cunt. She squirms and moans, the cock still in her mouth. It feels wet, hot, and I can only imagine how it would taste in my mouth.

“Her young pussy is so hot,” I say, Faith’s nipple releasing from my lips. I catch Keller’s gaze. “It’s melting to my touch. I want to suck it while you watch.”

His cock suddenly swells and straightens, and he rubs his mouth as if he thought of joining back in.

I probe it with my fingers, feeling her hot, tight flesh part for me and ooze desire across my fingers. I push her dress down just enough so the high priest can get a good look at me fingering his priestess’ cunt.

I lick her swollen nipple in slow circles as I rub her sweet pussy lips up and down, letting my middle finger drag and plow her folds, and feeling her gentle spasms against my palm.

“You make love to women?” Keller smiles, leaning close and watching us. “You let them come in your mouth, Icebow?”

I nod, letting a string of spit break between the girl’s nipple and my lips. “My mother taught me.”

“Oh Gods!” Garrus comes, and the priestess chokes some on his seed. I pull his spurting cock free of her mouth.

His cock spurts across her face, covering it, and then I take over, sucking him, the captain filling my mouth with his warm, sticky sperm. He moans, holding my head and depositing himself in my hungry throat. The priestess recovers, wipes the wad of sperm from her eye, and pulls the captain’s cock away from me, sucking down the man’s last raging spurts.

“So good,” I say, kissing her cheek, licking the sperm from it, “good girl. Suck it all up, hold, swallow. So good.”

I stroke her tits, wet with Garrus’ sperm, and suck on her neck. She pulls Garrus free of her mouth, and takes the last few clear spurts directly on her youthful face, plastering herself white, the clear parts dripping off her face.

She kisses me with a mouthful of the captain’s sperm, returning the favor. I suck the musky cum from her sweet mouth, our tongues dancing together, and our bodies pressing tight. We split the load of semen and our spit in half before we both swallow, and I wipe her chin clean as she smiles at me.

I can’t help to feel a little proud, and very turned on at having taught her this. We take turns licking each other’s faces clean as the two men watch us caress.

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper back, my hand still on her slick cunt under her half-down robes. I punctuate the point by sliding my finger between her folds, and I swear her pussy never felt more wet, or more hot to me. It felt like sticking your finger into a sweet blueberry pie, still warm, and dragging it through the hot filling, slowly.

She spasms, her mouth opening and drawing short breaths as she makes a cute ‘mmm’ sound and she comes on my finger. She gasps a couple short breaths as I feel her labia swell, her muscles tighten, and her pussy spasm on my hand. I swirl her clit with my finger, finding her precious pearl, and get her cunt primed for another round. She moans and bites my arm as I work her towards another orgasm.

I am going to suck her sweet, tight cunt until she creams in my mouth.

And if she doesn’t know how, I will teach her.

And then, over the waterfall, and the men outside, and the sounds of sex and the men’s laughter I hear them.

Fuck it.

Fuck it all, why does my hearing have to be so selective and good? A bard’s hearing is quite acute, we train it with magic to be able to pick out a note, identify an instrument, or tune an off-key lute. If I focus, I can hear something for miles away.

The echo of steel and weapons in the canyon behind us is unmistakable. The scuff of boots, the clank of armor, and the hurried footsteps on stone. The low, guttural voice and the words they speak are the most telling.

I hear the sound of Orcs approaching.

Many of them.

Chapter 16:

Ancient

As I hang from one hand hundreds of feet up the cliff face, I begin to seriously doubt the worth of the thousand-coin reward for the girl’s return.

I had to climb up the face of the temple to enter, so climb I did. Never mind my body is already weakened from having spent days running from bandits, falling off a waterfall, not eating right, and trying to avoid being killed by a dragon.

Those are minor things.

I haven’t had sex for weeks, and my she-cock is starting to awaken. Chloe came onto me, and I resisted, like a fool I suppose. I felt guilty for trying to take advantage of her, so I pushed her away.

And now I am hanging on for my life on the inside of a steam-billowing nostril hundreds of feet above the ground. My boots swing through the air, nothing beneath them. I didn’t have anywhere to go on the face of this temple but up, along the lip, shimmying up the philtrum, and my only play to get inside is a walkway above the statue’s head, another hundred feet up.

What about the mouth? Filled with lava and steam pools, and a jagged cave full of tree-sized spikes. I thought I would be able to walk right in to the mouth of the beast, but no, someone thought it
cute
to flood the temple’s mouth with fire and brimstone.

Never question the needs of religion, I guess.

So up I must go.

I could slide up the side of the temple’s nose if I can get on the outside of it, and this means swinging my body up and around to the statue’s…what do they call it? Place between the nose and cheek, that part that sticks out.

The steam billows around me and drips off the inside of the nostril, and the drops hitting me. My grip is wet, and I feel myself slipping on the slick rock.

Go now or die.

So swing I do, one, two, and three, swinging my body away from the nostril like a human snot, turning in mid air hundreds of feet up with nothing under me, and reaching back to catch onto the side of the nose. Since momentum is a bitch, I swing for a while in this position, as my hands slip off the side of the temple’s nose.

My arms are so sore right now, and I just want to give up. There is no rest for me during this leg of my journey. How I wish I could rest, find a place to camp with plentiful food and a place to sleep, and a warm woman to share it with.

I slip some more, and I decide on a last ditch repositioning of my hands on the edge of the nose. I let go, slip off my current handhold, and the ground spins up towards me. I find the last place I can grab onto, my last-ditch handhold where a large chip fell out of the rock and I can jam my fingertips onto a rough surface to grab hold. Past this, there’s nothing else left to grab.

I’m not a heavy woman, but I am carrying my armor and weapons, since fighting a dragon takes certain pointy metal objects. So that makes me a heavy woman. I’ll admit, wearing armor does make me conscious about my weight. My arm is certainly feeling it right now, and it begins to spasm in the strain. All these little things contribute to the ‘splatter Brenna’ death pool the gods must be placing on me right now.

Well, screw the gods, I have to get up there.

And that warm pussy back at camp I am dreaming of will never be there if I die.

My grip holds, and now I am dangling on the outside of the nose, hundreds of feet up in the air, on the opposite and outside edge of the nostril from where I started. I guess I can say I climbed up here by the skin of the temple’s nose.

Back in a tavern, when I tell this tale to drunks and bar maidens, nobody will get that joke. I look past my feet, into the open air, and spy the place far below on the ground where I started. You would have to be here to know how high up I am.

Part of telling a good story is knowing what parts work, and what parts to leave out.

I pull myself up with a swift motion that if I didn’t find a handhold, I would be going straight down. I find the handhold on the
ala
of the nose, that’s what they call it, and pull myself up into a spot where I can sit, rest, and take a drink. I drop my head back and let out a sigh, and bump my skull on the rock with a thud.

Ouch.

Just a few hundred feet more.

Chapter 17:

Awakening

I’m surprised the white-skinned, red-haired female darklord is in front of me, her dress to the side off her ass, and her white legs spread for me. She is beautiful, a creature of darkness, but she is also a beautiful woman, or correction, a Sister of Gundir. Her cunt is opened, and also inviting, but her white cock is long and hangs erect between her legs.

She was one of us, and in some ways, she still is.

I am kneeling behind her, stroking my rock-hard cock, my body slick with her cum from the plastering she gave me some moments ago. Most of the cum has melted in the magical heat of this cave, leaving my nude body slick with a wet sheen. Even my hair is a shiny, solid blond mass of sperm-soaked hair I finger-combed in place behind my head in a sticky, stringy mess. I stare between my round, slick, exposed breasts at the curve of her ass, and I rub her skin in slow motions.

She is a darklord, and I really shouldn’t be fucking her ass. It sits open in front of me, her sphincter opening and closing like an expectant starfish’s sucking mouth. She flexes the muscles of her ass cheeks, and moans in pleasure in front of me, her fingers rubbing her cunt and twitching over her clit. She grabs her cock and squeezes it.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I want to.

“Fuck me, Astrid,” she says, squirming in front of me while lifting her behind, “fuck me in the ass with your cock, mage.”

I use my hand to guide my pink cock head to the opening of her bone-white anus, and press against it firmly. She squeals in delight, her white hands gripping the black, cum-stained fur of my travel cloak tightly.

I tease the opening to her anus, rubbing my pre-cum slick cock heard in slow circles around it. “Want me to fuck your ass, evil bitch?”

“Oooh,” she squirms, throwing her red hair and head to the side and looking back at me with a smile, “talk filthy, I love it. Pretend you have captured me with your great magics, and you want to fuck my evil ass into submission, please?”

“You wish to play a game?” I smile, shoving my slick cock-head partially inside the opening of her ass, and she gasps in pleasure. What am I doing? I’m not like this at all, into strange games and strange anal sex. But the moment, the moment compels me in some strange way. It is as if our magics are feeding off each other, and taking us down this strange road together. “I can play a game with you, darklord bitch.”

“No,” she smiles and laughs, squirming her ass in front of me, “don’t put your huge cock in my ass! Anywhere but my ass, please! I beg of you!”

I pretend to shove once, twice, and thrice, letting her feel the pressure of my aborted thrusts, and she squeals like it is going in the full length each time - but I hold back. I grip the fronts of her legs for leverage, and grunt like I am going in with each thrust. My head is lost in a haze of lust. I have no idea why I am being so nasty with her, but something compels me to take this further.

“You. Don’t. Want. Me. In. Here?” I shove my cock a littler deeper up her ass each time, pretending each time will be all the way, and Magni moans and screams with every motion. Our tits jiggle with each fake thrust, and my hands dig into her thighs. Gods this is good. Even partway in, her ass clamps on me like a vice. It snaps and pulls, massaging my cock with such force I fear I could come just like this.

“Stop, no!” she screams, “Not my ass! I beg of you, anywhere but there!”

Well, I won’t give her the pleasure of milking me partway in. She’s getting it all.

“Let go,” I say, shifting myself slightly, “I’m slipping.”

“Oh,” Magni says, relaxing her ass and letting me go. Instead of shifting around, I thrust my cock all the way up her relaxed ass. I lied so she would give me an opening, and I take it all the way up to the hilt.

She screams so loud it echoes off the cave walls, and it startles my horse. “You. Fucking. Bitch!” Her body is spasming, and she is holding her stomach in shock at my surprise move. “Oh, fuck me, that felt. Fuck, that felt so good. You lying little bitch. Oh fuck. Oh gods.”

I’m nine-inches deep in the darklord’s gripping asshole, and I begin fucking her with my slick shaft. “Think you can be evil?” My tits are shaking as I draw my tan and pink cock in and out of her bone-white ass. “Think I won’t fuck this? When. I get. A chance?”

Oh gods her ass is tight.

I throw my head back, my teeth on edge. “I take. Oh gods. What I want. Evil bitch. Your fucking ass is mine.”

She’s stopped her role-playing, and she is lost in pleasure, making ‘mmm’ noises as she squirms in front of me. Both our cunts are sopped, and I can feel mine running down the inside of my leg like a river. Every time I thrust into hers, I feel it spatter against my legs.

I concentrate on pulling and shoving in as much length as I can get from her gripping sphincter as I can with each thrust. I want it all, I want to give her everything. I’m worried I will turn her inside out, but her body is strong, and she holds fast as my cum-slick cock pumps her from behind even harder.