Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1 (6 page)

Siena
was lost, pulled between the differing ministrations of the two
members of the Rat Clan. The dark eyed one, so keen on treating her
to pleasure, and the crimson gaze of the other fixed on turning her
backside the same shade.

Quickly,
she became lost, her voice panting out in cries of mixed sensation,
begging them to stop, and pleading them to continue. It all merged
far too fast, so that by the end she was sweating, and liquid dotted
the corners of her eyes, as well as dampened her panties.

The
heat in her belly matched the warmth on her ass, and when Skarlo
began to tenderly brush his digits over the sensitive skin, she was
concerned with how her body was reacting.

“
Hm,
perhaps you are right, brother.” Blinking, she turned her
emerald gaze to the beast before her, his muzzle leaving her breasts,
though they screamed for more. “Maybe discipline is the correct
method. Perhaps I shall try.”

He
stood, and she watched in confusion as he vanished out of her line of
sight, even as Skarlo now crossed to stand before her. The older
brother flashed her a curious look, canting his head as he spoke.
“I'm unsure, now, as well. It seems, to be thorough, I'll have
to try pleasure now.”

“
No,
wait, stop,” she gasped, shaking her head rapidly.

“
Hm?”
Skarlo seemed to notice her for the first time, and he knelt down to
be face to face, his orbs like hypnotizing lava. “You don't
want to feel good, you want the pain only?”

“
No!”
The Hunter balked, eyes wide and wet. “I mean, I...”

The
rat sighed dramatically, and squinted into her face. “Clearly
you're confused. Here, I'll sit out, and we can see what it is you
want. Pain, or pleasure.”

At
that, the first hit from Skeelo came, a loud crack in the chamber.
Her shout was high, and she squeezed her eyes shut. This brother was
different in how he treated her backside. For every abrupt slap, he
would run his fingers over her cheeks, moving dangerously close to
the crevice between. He never hit as hard as Skarlo, and while she
was thankful at first, a different worry bloomed.

She
knew Skarlo could read it on her face, in her breathing, and perhaps
they could both even smell her lusty scent. Somehow, being spanked
like this, being toyed with so near her private places, was sparking
her arousal. The flush to her cheeks went cherry, as the rats played
with her to see what would happen.

Soon,
she was unconsciously lifting her hips, reaching for the touch of the
monster behind her. When he finally, after what seemed forever,
rolled his digits over the cleft of her ass, over the silken covering
of her panties, and down enough to feel the sodden dampness of the
material, she groaned helplessly.

Her
blush was instant, full body, a glowing pink of pure shame.

“
I
see,” the red eyed rat intoned. “So you do prefer
pleasure, but it seems to be influenced by being punished. How
perfectly odd, and you called us filthy?” His chuckle was dark,
and she couldn't meet his eyes, finding the backs of her eyelids more
comforting. “How wet is she, Skeelo?”

“
Oh,
quite soaked.” As if to emphasize, the brother ran a thumb down
her slit, and she felt the material sliding inside, knowing he could
easily see the outline of her lower lips through the useless cloth.
Once more she moaned, and she felt she would die from humiliation.

She
could not expect what was to come next.

Skarlo
had moved, she felt his shadow lifted, so her green eyes peered out
cautiously. He was standing, facing one of the walls, and apparently
gazing over the rows of devices. This was hardly comforting, but she
found she couldn't look away. Lifting something, he trailed around
and apparently went to stand by Skeelo, for she could heard them
talking together.

“
Oh,
Skarlo, are you sure?”

“
Is
it not fitting, seeing as how she considered us her prey?”

“
Fine,
fine, but let me at least warm her up first.”

The
older rat huffed, but other than a strange jingling sound, she heard
no more from him.

The
warm contact of hands on her lower back made her twitch, both inside
and out. They felt different, and she understood they seemed to be
coated in something. Liquid, gooey, it was like oil that was being
massaged into her tan flesh.

The
path the palms made went low, outlining her rear, playing with the
pliant globes and spreading them wide. The thin material drew deeply
inside, like her pussy and ass wanted to hungrily inhale anything
near it. This made her gasp, and she furrowed her brow deeply. The
way they toyed with her was far too familiar, as if they were not
strange creatures, as if they knew her body and were ready to satisfy
it.

That
these rats could somehow read her so well, make her squirm and
liquify her nethers, was frightening.

The
panties were tugged, sticking briefly to her quim before sliding low
across her thighs, gone to the ether.

Bare
as the day she was born back there, the girl trembled, embarrassed by
what she was sure was the sight of her excited, swollen lips and
twitching back entrance.

When
the warm touch returned, it dipped down the crevice of her ass,
dancing around almost touching her rosebud. Despite herself, she was
grinding her hips, helplessly digging her mons into the bench below.
She didn't know what it was, but she was filled with such desire for
something, anything, too quench the fire burning inside.

A
slippery finger pad brushed her tight rear entrance, making her mewl,
and then flush at her open passion. Both the rats laughed softly, and
the shame was hot as the ball in her belly.

Skeelo
wasn't cruel, he didn't make her wait long before he began petting
her there, teasing that bundle of nerves and pushing a thumb as if he
meant to penetrate her backdoor with it. This terrified her, for she
recalled the claws she had seen on their fingers. Her heart was
beating, a bird in a cage, but the digit let her be.

The
cool air was all that existed for a moment. Then, something hard and
round pushed firmly at her asshole, making her shudder at the taboo
nature of it all. Whatever it was, it felt as big as a walnut, smooth
as a marble. With a slick motion, her entrance took it inside almost
hungrily.

The
sensation was new, and wild. It made her groan with abandon, and when
another ball was persistently hugged against her opening, it, too,
was sucked inside. Again and again, her mind seeming to explode as
her body did as well. The feelings were unspeakable, her form craving
more, and this fact alone was worrying.

What
was wrong with her, why did she feel she needed this so suddenly?

Finally,
the base of something seemed to reach her hole, something jingling
again musically as it did so. “Oh my, well done. What a greedy
little asshole you have, my dear.”

Her
cheeks were on fire, yet still she found herself almost unable to
stop the humping of her loins, her arousal so high she could hear and
smell her own musky nectar. She knew the bench must be soaked, as her
inner thighs clearly were.

“
What...
what did you...”

“
Ah,
I suppose you should want to see.”

In
her haze, she didn't know who had answered, but she did notice they
were untying her legs. Baffled, she lay there as they freed her,
their movements swift with ease. In seconds, she was untrussed, and
they helped her rise to her knees on the bench, each movement making
her moan as the device inside of her was squeezed by her inner walls.

A
mirror was rolled forward, and Siena saw what they had given her.

There,
as she sat on her haunches, she was able to turn enough to see that
protruding from her ass was a fuzzy white tail, much like a cat's.
The base of it, where it met her skin, was a pink bow with twin,
jingling bells. Each time she shifted, they announced her movement.
Her reflection also displayed her clear arousal, her swelled lower
lips and her engorged clit, the tips of her perky breasts begging to
be touched.

“
You
see, we thought since you fancied yourself our hunter, we'd make it
fitting. A cat and mouse game, so to speak.”

“
And...and
now what?” She mumbled, her eyes hazy with her need, her mind
foggy.

In
answer, the pair moved forward.

Skarlo
stood before her, gripping her chin and tilting her back so he could
lick her neck. His scent, she finally noticed, was subtle, like
sawdust and olive oil. Her emeralds hid behind heavy lashes, and she
whimpered as the beast suckled tenderly at her hard nipples.

Behind
her, she felt the younger brother running fingers down her spine,
removing the remnants of her torn tunic that hung useless. He tasted
her warm, salty skin, and lowered himself to grip her hips and nibble
one firm rear cheek. Kneeling on that bench, so as to be eye level
with the beasts, the young Hunter let herself wallow in the passion.

Between
the two of them, she had trouble identifying where each feeling came
from. Her teats were suckled, a combination of warm wetness and
velvet fur around the nub. Her world seemed made of hands, smooth
things that explored every inch of her nubile figure, traced her lean
muscles and toyed with the cat tail she wore erotically.

Siena
felt herself being tilted forward, so she fell onto all fours. The
soaked flower between her legs was brushed, and her whimper was
desperate as Skeelo began lapping at her nectar.

Rich
fur tickled her cheek and nose, and her eyes fluttered open to behold
the massive, pink fleshy cock of the giant rat before her. Skarlo's
eyes, depths she thought might drown her in a haze of crimson, held
her steady with a hint of his own lust. He guided her, making it
clear what he wanted, and she found no room to argue as she slid the
melting length of his shaft between her lips.

Fingers
spread her lower ones, that fuzzy mouth gone damp from her liquid,
and Skeelo moved up to circle the base of the anal beads where they
were hidden inside her secret place. Her answering moan, muffled
around her full mouth, made him purr. Impatient, he tugged at the
toy, enjoying how she quivered, how the muscles of her ass flexed.

The
Hunter was in a fog of pleasure, and she was glad for the touch
coiled in her wild blonde strands, for she worried she might have
trouble focusing on Skarlo. The head of his penis bumped the back of
her throat, making her gag, but she had no control over the beast. He
was keen to fuck her face, and she had no word on the matter.

The
darting tongue on her swollen button made her hips rolls, her eyes
unable to see. Between the way he played with her behind, and the
determination of how he nibbled her clit, Siena knew she was going to
cum. It was an impossible rush, a stampede she couldn't block. The
heat in her belly rose, insides twitching, and as if Skeelo sensed
her oncoming climax, he took it another step.

When
she groaned, hunching her shoulders, arching her back, every inch of
her a trembling existence of passion and need, the rat pulled at her
tail. The toy found resistance in her squeezing ass, but the beads
began to pop out, one by one, sending her rolling into another
helpless orgasm.

The
creature ran his tongue up and down her soaked slit, her eager holes,
and growled deep in his throat. “Oh my, so very, very filthy.
Just as you said, brother.”

In
answer, Skarlo pulled her mouth free of him with a resounding
squelch, her gasp of air sharp, her pants rapid.