6 comments/ 36625 views/ 3 favorites Prey By: Shoshisexy I could feel him behind me...his very presence raising the hackles on my neck. His growl only made me want to run even more. I knew, though, that if I ran, I would become prey in his mind. I had been taught that at an early age when I was nearly attacked by a cougar. The stable master had rescued me, although I didn't remember all of what had happened. He had told me then that all carnivorous animals would take anything running from them as prey. I remember running and him catching me, but that is where my memory gets blurry. The cat was right behind me, I could feel it gathering to pounce when rough hands thrust me behind his back. I don't remember anything from them on, until he told me that I should never run from a hunter, shaking me hard as he did. On this night I knew I was being stalked again. Not a cougar, this time, though. I wasn't that lucky. I knew what was behind me...somewhere. He was one of the "accidents" that had come out of the illegal genetic research labs. They were safe during daylight, usually holding jobs down and often with families. It was only after dark that they went hunting. And woe anyone they caught. Many of them locked themselves away when the night came, and one could hear their pitiful howls, hisses, and cries throughout the night. I had always felt a little sorry for those people. They had never chosen the lives that had been thrust upon them. I could even feel for the hunter behind me. Somehow I knew it was one of the Catz. The same feelings were coming over me as when I had been stalked by the cougar, only stronger. The Catz had been genetically engineered using the DNA from both ancient and modern cats, giving them a hunting instinct that was previously unknown. Many of them became soldiers for this reason. I had never been hunted by a Caz before, though. I felt his presence long before I ever saw him and that only out of the corner of my eye. As I traveled deeper into the darkness, I could almost feel his senses sharpening and the blood rushing through his veins as he realized that I would be going deeper into the shadows in which he thrived. I had no choice but to go to the House, as I still lived there with the Family, such as it was. The House was my only protection. I kept my pace as slow as I dared, not breaking into a run as I so wished to do. I didn't want to arouse his hunting instincts any more than they were already. I could see the lights in the distance, the House was near finally! I could sense his excitement as I neared the house, thinking I would be safe within its walls. Finally, I couldn't hold out any longer and I began to run pell-mell for the gates of the House, believing I would be safe there. As I broke into a run, his growl became louder and he sped up, dropping to all fours, as was more natural for him in hunting mode. I had read of Catz enough to know what to expect, I thought. As I reached the gates, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I knew I would never get the gates closed behind me before he got in. The only thing I could think of was to run for the stable. Maybe the stable master might be able to help and protect me as he had once before. There was also the thought that the stables were closer than the main House. I continued running as fast as I could, but could feel fatigue beginning to drag at my muscles. I knew I was slowing down, even as I worked harder. I couldn't figure out why the Caz didn't pounce already. I was completely vulnerable to him here. No one at the House would be able to hear my screams. After what seemed an eternity of his chasing me, I finally reached the stables. They were dark and I realized that I had no real idea where the stable master lived. Whilst running through the stable, I remembered a door at the far end that didn't lead to a tack room. I would have to trust that I could make it that far, hoping against hope that I would be safe there. I could hear the horses behind me as the Caz passed. As they smelled his musk, they began kicking and rearing wildly in fear, knowing instinctively that they were also prey to his kind. Finally, I reached the door and burst through it. I had guessed right in there being an apartment back here, but there was no stable master here. Instead I saw my serving maid, standing calmly, welcoming me into the room with grace, as always. "Have no fear, my lady, please come in. There is nothing to fear here," she whispered softly as I panted, looking over my shoulder, then returning my gaze to her. She seemed somehow more than she ever had as my serving maid. I could not drag my eyes from hers, even as I heard the footsteps closing behind me and felt his presence close. I heard the door shut and lock behind me, but I was lost in her eyes. I could not turn away from her, even though I knew there was danger behind me. Suddenly she blinked and I was able to turn around. For the first time, I see a hunting Caz. I knew that they changed when they were hunting and that the change was rather drastic. Standing before me was a tall, muscular man-cat. His face was distinctly furred with whiskers, his shoulders broad and heavily muscled, and his legs were powerfully muscled as well, for the gigantic leaps I had heard reported, I assumed. Even as I watched, though, the musculature became less defined and the facial features slowly more and more human. Suddenly, I recognized the man before me; it was the stable master, Cuaid. I had only ever known him by his last name, as that had been all he had given when he was employed by the Family. "W...what's going on?" I whispered. Cuaid stepped forward and took my hands in his, saying gently, "Somehow I always knew this day would come, although I had hoped you would be older, little one. I have protected you these many years, tracking you through the city as you went to and from the library each night. On the nights I could not be your protector, Triestia was there." I had completely forgotten my personal maid was also in the room. I turned to her and saw the wings coming from behind her and the golden fur growing on her body. Now I knew she was a Basilyre, her DNA crossed with the extinct basilisk and certain other furred animals like the mink. That was why I had not been able to take my eyes off of her, she had hypnotized me. I knew that she fed off of blood, while the Catz were reported to eat of any flesh, some being very indiscriminate in what they ate, while others were very fastidious, almost. I was trapped with two of the people I trusted most in the world, just now learning that they were both special humans with capabilities and needs far beyond my own. I knew that Triestia needed to feed. I had read enough about the Basilyre to know that it only used the hypnotism when it wanted or needed to feed. The Catz were more of a complexity; some of what I read said they only pounced on prey to eat. Other sources said that the adult male Caz would also pounce as part of the mating ritual, establishing his dominance over the female. I also remembered reading that the Basilyre came in both male and female forms, as did the Catz, but there was one significant difference between the two. A Caz could mate with a human and produce young, whereas the Basilyre were unable to in any form. I looked between these two people I knew and had trusted for most of my life, knowing in my soul that I could trust them still. I slowly turned my back to Cuaid, knowing he would take it as a signal that I was once again prey, facing Triestia and looking deeply into her eyes. I could feel the heat from their bodies as we stood there, his hot breath on my neck, drowning in her eyes. As her wings spread further, Triestia's clothing fell from her body, revealing a slim, athletic build and a body lightly covered in a golden fur. I couldn't help but admire her beauty, reaching a hand out slowly to touch her cheek to see if she was real. She pushed into the caress, stepping closer and bringing her wings around to cup my body. At this, Cuaid growled behind me, and I felt his nails rake down the seam of my dress, tearing the clothing from my body. I shivered a bit, revealed in a way that I never had been before bare not only physically, but emotionally as well. Triestia broke our gaze and I looked past her and into a mirror that was slightly canted to us. I could clearly see the three of us: Triestia, soft and golden with steel beneath; Cuaid, strength and power under rigid control; and myself, shyness covering a huge desire to please and be pleased. I watched myself in the mirror as I took a step closer to Triestia, pressing fully against her, our aroused nipples brushing. I shivered in longing, but could still feel Cuaid behind me, feeling his low growls through my entire body. He hadn't stepped forward when I did, and I didn't know how to get him to touch me. I had wanted it for so long, it seemed. Even as the thought formed in my head, a frown creased his brow and Cuaid stepped forward, pressing his rough fur against my back and allowing me to feel the arousal he was experiencing. I looked into Triestia's eyes, wanting her to kiss me, long and deep, before she fed on me in the same manner. Her wings enfolded the three of us and her lips met mine, pressing hard as her tongue plunged beyond my teeth and deeply into my mouth, where I toyed with her, flicking her tongue with mine and trying to keep mine away from her. My mind was chaotic with feeling, but I knew that I wanted both of them, Cuaid and Triestia. Even as I thought about what I wanted, Cuaid was pressing our bodies even closer while Triestia ran her hands over my body lightly. The contrast of softness and roughness was arousing things in me that I had never known before now. Cuaid ran his claws lightly up my back until he reached my hair and pulled it back, sniffing at it as he bared my neck to both of them. As he took in my scent, his body hardened and he let out another low growl, licking and then closing his teeth on the back of my neck. As his teeth met my flesh, Triestia broke our kiss, and I felt her fangs on my neck as well. Without thought, I knew that I wanted to be joined to both of these lovers at the same time. I felt Cuaid's hard cock enter me as Triestia's fangs pierced my skin, both drawing the blood of a supposed innocent. The glory that filled me as they took me as their own made me realize I wasn't innocent and had no desire to be. Cuaid hesitated, realizing that he had hurt me, but I pushed my body back against his even as I pulled Triestia's head down, holding her to my neck. "Make me yours," I cried out, ecstasy filling me as he began thrusting deep within me and she drew deeply on me. I felt something on my leg, then my thigh, and higher. It was hard and soft at the same time. I realized it was Triestia's tail when she began caressing my clit with it, teasing my nipples with her fingers. Cuaid's hands had enveloped my hips and he was thrusting deeply within me, growling behind me, keeping his teeth lightly locked onto the back of my neck. As his thrusts grew harder, so did his bite, linking one with the other, shivers ran up and down my body, from one to the other. Triestia was drawing deeply on me now as her own passions were rising with ours. I ran my hands over her soft pelt, teasing her hard nipples as she teased mine. Then I allowed one hand to roam lower on her body, soon finding her clit and rubbing it gently at first, but then harder as she showed me with her tail on my own body. Soon I was panting, light-headed with passion and loss of blood. Cuaid's growls were getting louder and his thrusts harder and deeper while Triestia's moans and my own followed. Soon my fingers were buried inside Triestia as I teased and rolled her clit with the other hand. I felt a fire beginning to rise in me and knew that I might not survive this mating, but knowing it was everything I had ever wanted. I felt my muscles begin to ripple in time with Triestia's. I screamed in pleasure as I was taken by both of them, Cuaid's cock filling me and his thrusts driving me mad with lust. As my body rippled around his, Cuaid's teeth tightened on my neck and his plunging cock began to get a little larger. His growl deepened and I could feel its call to my soul. Screaming out their names, I fell into a whirlwind of emotion, desire, passion. Shuddering heavily, I came, again and again. I wrapped them in my heart as they had wrapped me in their arms. I could feel Cuaid's seed enter me just as Triestia drew on me for the last time. The intensity of both giving and taking and being taken driving me into darkness. Prey violence. if you don't like it, don't read it. Amy wanted to scream. She would have, but she couldn't, not with a sock stuffed into her mouth, covered over with duct tape. She tried, but all that came out was a sort of muffled, panicked hum. She lifted her head, and ropes dug their rough fibers into her naked back. Amy's breathing quickened as she realized her situation: she was naked and tied to a sawhorse. Similar ropes bound her wrists and ankles to the sawhorse's legs. Rope burns quickly formed and splinters dug into her tender flesh. Amy struggled briefly against her bondage, but gave up as she found it fruitless, only causing her pain. Instead, she tried to look around at her surroundings. She was definitely in some kind of building, but it was dark, and she couldn't make out details of the walls. The air was cool. Maybe she was in a basement. Amy's nipples were hard from fear and cold, and she shivered involuntarily, then immediately regretted it as splinters dug deeper into her. Amy tried to remember what had happened to her. She knew she had been out for an evening walk. Amy searched her memory. Hadn't she been distracted by something? A sound? A puppy. It had been a man playing with a puppy and she'd stopped to admire the adorable little beagle. What had happened next? As hard as she tried, Amy couldn't remember anything after scratching the puppy's ears. Heavy footfalls alerted Amy that someone was walking down a flight of stairs nearby, probably in work boots. A door squeaked open loudly, scraping as it caught on the doorframe. Amy saw brief light in her peripheral vision, but it blinked out again quickly as the door closed. "Good. I've been waiting for you to wake up. Everything's more fun when you've got company." Amy felt an acrid sting in the back of her throat. She fought down vomit-if she let that happen she'd almost certainly choke to death. She felt cold bolts of terror through her body and beads of sweat from fear and horror sprang up from her naked flesh. She tried to cry out around the sock. The man chuckled. "Go ahead, dear. Scream away. There's no one else here, and I don't mind." He touched her buttocks with his fingertips, and slowly trailed his hand up her lower back, along her rib cage, and up to her shoulders. Amy's terror was complete now, and she struggled hard, oblivious to the splinters and rope burn, which was now becoming severe. Tears pooled in her eyes and began trailing down her cheeks. This couldn't be happening to her. This happened only to other people, people on the news, not to Amy Kendrick! She hadn't noticed immediately, but the man's hands were no longer on her. She heard an unmistakable sound. A short zipper unzipping. After a moment, she felt his touch again against her cheek. But not his fingers now--Amy felt something much warmer, not rough, and twitching slightly. Amy fought desperately again not to vomit: the man was stroking her cheek with his cock. "The harder you fight, the more this will hurt, sweetheart. Trust me. I've gone through a lot of girls." The man chuckled again, realizing his own pun. "But a little struggle is nice. Makes for a tighter cunt. That's why I chose you, Amy. You look like a tight fit. Tiny girl. But not too tiny." Amy winced as he suddenly grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard. He traced her face with his cock, running it along her jawline, pausing over her duct-taped mouth, back along her cheek, and pushing against her ear. Amy was beginning to hyperventilate. She didn't want this. She didn't want anything like this. Just last week, Amy and her boyfriend had been shyly discussing 'going all the way.' Jake had been sensitive and patient, but now Amy wished she had already slept with him. She had heard that the first time could be painful, and she was disgusted to think that this sick bastard would be the man to take her virginity. Amy clenched her buttocks at the thought. If only Jake were here now; he would save her. He would try anyway. Amy knew that right now, unless her situation changed suddenly, she would have no chance to get away from his intentions. The man continued massaging and tugging her breast, and began rubbing his thumb against her erect nipple. Amy's hands were in fists, her toes curled. "Amy. Amy darling." He knelt by her and Amy thanked God that his filthy cock was no longer on her face. "My name is Damon. In case you'd like to know." Amy gasped through her nose as his tongue met her nipple, and his lips closed around her areola. He sucked for a moment, then flicked his tongue against her stifffened nipple, then, as Amy lay steeled against him, he bit down. Amy jumped. "What do you think, Amy darling? I'm ready for you if you're ready for me." Amy shook her head, but of course that made no difference. Damon stood and took two short steps before laying a hand on her buttocks. Amy's muscles ached from clenching so hard, but she was not about to release. He traced a finger from base of her spine, slowly approaching her labia. Amy felt the light pressure of his cock against the back of her thigh. Amy's breath came in short gasps as Damon's fingers reached their goal. He touched her outer lips, playing with them, pulling her pubic hair and tickling her slit. Amy's tears were falling heavily now and she shook with sobs she could not voice. Damon guided his cock to Amy's cunt and pushed very gently against her. "I didn't realize until now just how little you are, Amy darling. You should try to relax. This is gonna be tight." Amy decided to hold her breath, silence her cries. She wouldn't give him the satisfation. She was biting the sock, eyes stinging, mentally preparing herself, when Damon very suddenly rammed his cock into her. Amy shrieked into her gag. She was being torn in two. As Damon thrust deeper, grunting with effort and pleasure, Amy felt as though the pit of her stomach was on fire. Damon pulled back slightly and shoved himself back into her, pumping rhythmically, her walls so tight on his cock, he could barely maneuver. A trickle of blood ran down Amy's thigh, and she wished crazily that she could wipe it away--it would tickle and itch as it descended, especially to her notoriously ticklish calves. Damon's large hands squeezed and kneeded Amy's buttocks, forcing them apart so he could thrust with more ease. As his pumping continued, Amy began to moisten and get wet. She was still too horrified to be grateful for the small relief of that bit of lubrication. Damon repositioned his hands to her pelvis, fingers splayed, his index fingers brushing by her navel, and he braced his hands to the crease of her pelvis and thighs, against the sawhorse legs. With the added leverage, Damon pulled out almost entirely, then rammed his pulsing cock back into her, harder, faster, deeper. "Mmph. Mmph. Mmph." Amy grunted with each thrust. Damon gripped her, and the legs of the sawhorse scraped and bucked slightly on the floor, so aroused he was dragging her whole body to him with each push into her. Amy's juices continued flowing. Damon was pounding her to the hilt, a wet slapping sound with every thrust, and a duller padding as his balls swung and thumped on her moist slit. Damon began to moan and his rhythm became irratic, ripping into her as deeply as he could, not pulling back so far. Amy felt Damon shudder and he released inside her, his seed filling her. Damon sighed, pausing still inside Amy before leaning back and sliding his spent cock from her hot cunt. He gazed down at his conquest. Amy was breathing raggedly, fingernails digging into her palms, her thighs and buttocks quivering from the effort to keep him from taking her. As he watched her, a dribble of Amy's juice and blood and Damon's cum slipped from her red, swollen lips. Damon touched the liquid before it dripped to the floor, then his curious hand fingered her lips. They were raw, swollen heavily. He continued forwardto her clit, pleased to find it enlarged too. Damon pinched Amy's engorged clit, and grinned at her reaction: Amy's whole body jumped and she gasped. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it Amy darling." Amy gargled behind her taped mouth. "And next time will be even better." Amy's eyes widened. Next time?! Damon smile was audible in his voice. "Surely you don't think I went to all the effort of getting you here just to fuck you once." He leaned over her, caressing her low back, his still erect cock pushing on her ass. "No, Amy darling, I plan to enjoy you for a long, long while." There was a shuffle of fabric, and Amy heard that familiar zipper again. The door blinked open again, and stuttered closed. As Damon's heavy foot falls returned up the stairs, he called back. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Prey It's starting to become a normal routine now, watching her. Usually someone would catch Rea's eye, she would follow him or her for an hour, maybe two just because she likes to watch them, and then beckon to their minds, so open to suggestion, so willing to be taken. Rea mostly enjoyed those with the brightest auras, an energy field that emanates from the living. Some are brighter than others and even more rare are those that are almost blinding. That is what was attracting Rea at this very moment, the brightest aura that she had seen in centuries one which captivated her and compelled her to wait and watch. It has been several days since Rea saw her at one of the many hunting grounds she frequents, a club of sorts for those who enjoy control and those who enjoy being controlled. In the days of her life Rea had never seen such a thing for herself but heard others speak about places where Dark Knights keep their captives. It wasn't until she stumbled upon such a place that she believed they really existed. That night her life ended and her death began, all at the hands of a woman she both loathed and loved. Her Mistress was tender while inflicting pain and cold when trying to nurture. She controlled Rea to the point where death was welcome but by then it wielded no power over her. When her Mistress was caught by townspeople and killed, Rea didn't know if she were weeping out of grief or relief. 300 years in the present Rea's attention was again focused when she saw an aura enter the room. Tall and commanding she could tell that her prey was also on the hunt, her searching eyes and dismissing glances finally giving away to failing resolve that she had no one to...what was she looking for Rea wondered. Then their eyes met, hunter and hunted locked in a stare. Rea with her long black curls cascading around her face, blood red skintight leather pants with matching blouse showing a voluptuous cleavage, over her shoulders draped a black cloak. She gazed at this woman for the first time and recognized her as more than a prize. 5'9", long dark hard flowing down her back, deep brown eyes and red lips slightly parted, and medium brown skin that seemed to glow under the ceiling lights. She was dressed in a tight white sleeveless dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs, her skin warming under Rea's gaze. Then something else, a change in her eyes from transfixed to alluring. This thing in her eyes Rea had seen once, not before and never since not even in her own eyes. She thinks I am her prey, Rea realized. She believes she has captured me. Abruptly Rea turned away and stole outside the crowded lair. She blended into the shadows, waiting...waiting. If I had a heartbeat it would be out of control she mused to herself smiling. Feeling the tip if her elongated canines puncture her lip Rea slowly tasted her own essence in anticipation of this one's. Her target breezed through the door, looking hurriedly left and right almost breathless. As she settled into her loss Rea was suddenly next to her. "Looking for me then?" "It seems I've found you." "Is that how it seems?" Rea said walking away. "Stop, come here" That command sent a shiver through Rea's cold body, made her blood boil and pulsate. The thought quickly passed to turn and attack, she wanted her prey to be in control until that last sweet moment. It had never been this good, never this anticipated, never this sensual, yes, sensual. Squeezing her thighs together she felt her flow on her thighs and inhaled its aroma. Her heightened senses not only heard, but felt her prey's heart pounding with the same rush of excitement. She turned slowly and obeyed, for now. Her prey, now in the roll of hunter, put her hand behind Rea's neck and brought their lips together. She bathed the inside of Rea's mouth, not feeling her fans now retracted, taking in her gasps and moans for it had been almost half a millennia since Rea had been touched sexually. The thrill of tasting a prey's racing blood provided her with pleasing orgasms but this was shattering, Rea was losing herself and her position in this game. Breaking their embrace her prey uttered a simple, "Kneel." Smiling Rea obediently lowered to her knees in front of her. She hoisted the small amount of material of her dress up revealing nothing underneath. Moving closer to Rea's head she commanded, "Show me your tongue." As soon as Rea complied she settled her dripping pussy over it and began to move back and forth. Gathering her hair in her hands she drew her head even closer and impaled herself on Rea's tongue. "Harder bitch, fuck me with your tongue. That's right slut take my pussy in your mouth. Ohhhhhhh fuck you'll beg me to cum all over you won't you whore." On and on the tirade went and faster and harder Rea devoured her prey. Licking, sucking, nipping and fucking she tasted every inch of her pussy and then seared her tongue into her ass. "Yes slut lick my ass, you love it you want it, making me cum all over you. You're mine, mine, fuck me bitch fuck your Mistress. This is your life, pleasing me on your knees and making me cum. More, harder, faster, MORE!" Rea was losing herself in her words and her cunt. Copious wetness was flowing now and not a drop was spilled, her tongue would have been a blur if it could have been seen deep in her prey's cunt. Finding her clit she tortured it, lashed it, sucked it and pulled. "FUCK, yes what are you doing? Fuck me, fuck me, such a good pussy slut making your Mistress cum, fuck, fuck, nowwwwwwwwwww!" Feeling her cumming on her tongue from within Rea waited, waited, until her time was over and the game could be ended. A low purr began at the base of her throat as she tightened her grip on her thighs when suddenly her prey broke their tongue-pussy embrace and told her simply, "Come." Calming herself, Rea flexed her hands feeling her nails scratching her palms and running her tongue over her fangs. As she walked behind her prey she calculated her maneuver in seconds and in a moment it was done. Rea was suddenly in front of her, her hand on her throat hoisting up against the side of the nearest building. Panting now her prey was fighting for breath, for life and too preoccupied to ask how the small framed women had the strength to lift her. She was silenced when she heard Rea's growl and looked into her now blood red eyes. "You will be mine tonight but I will offer to be yours forever afterwards. Decide now, death or the dark life that exists thereafter." After struggling to no avail and desperate to cling on to some sort of existence, she whispered, "Life, whatever that means" And with that it was done, bone to flesh, flowing essence into an awaiting mouth, the thirst of 300 years quenched and the most mind quacking orgasm Rea ever had in death or in life. She gathered her prize in her arms and took to the night sky. Looking at her prey as the life drained from her, Rea knew she had what was missing, her Mistress, her creation, soon to be her love, forever united in death, darkness and lust. Prey Kevin carefully studied his surrounding. He didn't want the monster sneaking up on him. The dragon had terrorized the local village for far too long. It was time for a hero to slay the beast. Thats how Kevin saw himself, as a brave knight hunting down a horrible monster. All he had was his father's sword and a poorly made bronze shield. He wasn't wealthy enough to afford a suit of armor, not yet anyway. This hadn't been his first monster hunt and certainly wouldn't be his last. He had listened to all the stories form the village elders. The dragon slept in a cave nearby and spent most of its time watching the village from this plateau. It was a beautiful place; short vibrant green grass only interrupted by the occasional large boulder or medium sized rock protruding from the ground. It gently rolled making it difficult to see any further then just one small area. The edge was a sharp drop off with little warning. He thought it humorous that three hunters had previously attempted to hunt the dragon but returned injured and unfit to try again. One had actually faced the dragon and was lest brutally beaten, but alive. The other two never saw the beast, they just took a wrong step and fell off the edge. Breaking a limb was a quick way to ruin your monster hunter career. It took so long for magic to heal away most major injuries that another hunter would swoop in before you could finish the job. Then no one would want to hire a hunter who had been beaten. The only thing worse for business was death. The monster itself didn't sound very threatening. 'A large wingless dragon that walked on all fours.' or so the elders said. He had read up on dragons and could identify it easily. As long as it wasn't a Komodo Dragon, it was most likely a Wingless Dread. They walked high up on their four legs more like a horse then a lizard and were fairly harmless as long as you kept your distance. They could get pretty big though; any where from twenty foot long to fifty foot. They were said to be smart like most dragons but never cared to talk. Best thing he knew about them was their laziness. They could spit fire and rip you to shreds with ease but were far more likely to scare you off or hit you with their tail. "Easy kill" was all it meant to him. The dragon was convicted of eating several sheep and raping a cow. This could be good news or bad news. Chances are it isn't very big if it hasn't been eating the cattle, but he had heard of a Wingless Dread of massive size choosing to rape a Centaur instead of eating her. This thing mated a cow so it had to be large. And this thing was horny. Dragons can impregnate just about anything. They screw a cow and the cow will give birth to a Dragon, thats how they adapted so fast and came in such variety. Didn't really matter where they put it or what it was; cow, goat, human, whale, female, male. They were the masters of impregnation. Thats why humans no longer worshiped them. The kings got a little jealous after a few too princesses got knocked up. FWAP! Kevin dropped to the ground and blinked rapidly in surprise. He looked forward to see his sword several feet in front of him. He could see the tail still making its way back from its attack. The large dragon staring down at him. Kevin raised his shield in front of him while still lying on the ground to block any following attacks, but nothing happened. He jumped up and dashed forward to the sword but the tail slapped him away from it just before he could reach. His shield flew through the air and went over the edge. He landed hard next to a rock and looked back at the dragon approaching him. It wasn't very large, but it could definitely kill him now that he was unarmed. It reached out its right arm and gripped his bear skin shirt and ripped it away. Then its left arm swung forward and tore away a robe he was wearing underneath. The sword shown clearly in his eyes and taunted him with how close it was, or at least it used to be. The dragon proved its intelligence as one of its hind legs kicked it up and it landed on the other side of a boulder. The fear of being eaten by the dragon built in his mind, but another fear soon replaced it. Kevin's eyes drifted down to a large limb hanging between the monster's legs. The dragon was green and the large object was a powerful crimson red. It was long and wavy with a triangular head. The end was flat with a large opening dripping with thick white semen. Kevin's eyes widened in terror. "No... no...". He could see the lust in the beast's eyes and the cock beginning to swell underneath. A long string of cum oozing out and hanging a foot long. Two large lumps swelled under the skin, hidden testicles capable of holding a few gallons of the semen. The dragon slowly stepped forward. It grabbed his arm gently near the shoulder and turned him over. The triangle head pointing at its destination. Dragons may be smart, but when they're horny they're no different then dog. There was no arguing or begging. It wanted to hump something and Kevin had come to the wrong place at the wrong time. He dug his fingers into the ground and struggled forward. The edge wasn't too far. The others survived the fall, he could too. It was better then getting ass raped by a giant lizard. He got a few feet before feeling the large clawed hand land on his back. It pushed him down and gently dragged him back across the grass. It was smooth against his stomach. Then he felt it. The tip landed right on spot and a creamy liquid stream sprayed his entrance. "This can't be happening." Kevin whimpered as the head slipped inside. The shape and cum acting as lube made the first part effortless. He could definitely feel it, but it didn't bother him. It just disgusted him to the point he felt like throwing up. It gradually began to slide forward, the dragon putting its other hand under him and holding Kevin's rear off the ground to get a better angle. The cock itself was almost as long as Kevin's torso, so it wasn't all going to fit. It was also still growing so although it was thin enough to fit now, he still had to worry about the monster quite literally splitting him in half. He could only hope for the best as he felt it slide into him. It felt like a slimy worm calmly exploring his insides. It poked and it prodded, finding its way deeper and deeper. When it finally stopped, Kevin was was making soft grunting sounds and couldn't stop himself. It wasn't as painful as he thought it would be though. The Dragon's cock seemed to be just the right thickness and had gone as far as it could go without actually hurting him. It felt... good. He was practically impaled on an animals dick and it didn't feel half bad. "OHHH GOOODDD! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!" Kevin screamed as the dragon gave a small thrust. His entire body seemed to scream out in orgasm. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The beast had definitely found a sweet spot. The dragon gave another backward and forward movement and it sent him into anther orgasm. "GOD DAAAAAAAMN IT!" His balls ached from already exhausting themselves, their contents sprayed on the ground mixed in with a river of dragon cum gently flowing from Kevin's behind. The ground was soaked and it was only pre-cum. The dragon gave two simultaneous thrusts that left Kevin crying and shaking from a combination of pleasure and his body being pushed to its limit. Then it finally started humping him continuously. It was too much for him to stand. His mind started to go blurry but before he past out, he felt the dragon start fucking the hell out of him with full powerful animalistic thrusts. He could have sworn he let out one last scream but he was out before his brain could even process it. He woke up late at night still impaled on the Dragon's cock. It was on its back and had been lifting him up and down on itself while getting out the last drops. Kevin's stomach was swollen to an incredible size, but it looked as if most of the sperm was either on him or in a large puddle on the ground. "Night time?" he whimpered. It was close to noon when he was attacked. It had been fucking him for over six hours. As it slid him off for good, Kevin fell to the ground unable to move. His body was exhausted of all energy and needed rest. He couldn't so much as move his arm. The Dragon's warm tongue covered one side of his face and left his head covered in saliva. A kiss good bye as it strolled off into the dark. The monster hunter was traumatized and confused. Only one thought came to mind: "Masters of.... Oh Shit!" "Prey" Away The Gay I admit that I'm a predator. Women are my prey, especially eighteen or nineteen year old virgins or inexperienced sweet young things. After fucking a new twat a couple of times, I normally dump them despite the fact that most have become emotionally involved with me. Three, Betsy Smith, Cheryl Thompson, and Rebecca Simpson, took it particularly hard and dropped out of the college that we mutually attended. I heard through the grapevine that Betsy may have attempted suicide. I thought that maybe I was incapable of emotional attachment because I didn't really feel too bad for any of them - I was just using their pussies. How do I get away with it? Because I won the gene lottery (I'm good looking and have a significantly longer and thicker dick than average) and also because I am really nice to all females - except when I toss them aside after I'm through fucking them, although even then I'm never nasty about it. Also my parents have a fair amount of money and lavish it upon me as their only child. During new student week my senior year in college, with my friend Jim Yates, I was perusing the new booty; mostly freshmen, and a few transfer students. Jim sometimes got sick of my treatment of women, but other times seemed to get a perverse thrill from my shenanigans. I think that was one of the times. Anyway, one girl really got my attention. "Who the hell is that walking wet-dream?" I drooled. "I thought that you'd focus on her Horndog Harry," he shot back, using my well-earned nickname, although women use my real name of Henry. "From what I've been able to find out she's a sophomore transfer student by the name of Melissa Smith and despite being on campus for only a week has become head of the local born-again Christian organization." Jim worked part-time in the admissions office as a clerk as part of his scholarship package, and was very well connected, curious, and clever. I envisioned him becoming the head of corporate security at a large corporation within just a few years after graduation. "She looks like a project," I chortled. "Can you get me all the information possible about her before I start my quest?" "It will cost you dude," Jim chuckled, holding out his hand with an open palm. Even though I consider Jim my best bud, he is also a shrewd business man, and I knew that he would be putting in significant time finding out what I needed to know, and would probably have some expenses too. "How much, shyster?" I grumbled. "Three hundred bucks should do it," he wickedly smiled. "That's the most you've ever charged me - what about our friendship," I moaned. "That's with the 'friendship' discount; plus your dick trying to burst your zipper from just one look at her told me that she's the one who's most intrigued you ever." I couldn't argue with him, so I took three C-notes out of my wallet and grudgingly handed them to him. "I won't be able to eat this week, now," I grumbled. Jim laughed as he stuck the bills in his pocket. Just then Melissa walked nearby again and I forgot all about trying to pretend that I'd now be poor. "What an angelic face; what a perky rack; what a perfect wide bottom; what long shapely legs," were a few of the things caroming through my brain as I ogled her. She did appear to be more sophisticated than a sophomore and didn't truly look like a "sweet young thing," but she was a total goddess, so I didn't focus on those "omissions." While Jim was doing his investigation, I played things differently than I ever had before. She was maybe the first woman that I'd seen that I wanted to be sure that I didn't fail with, therefore I was willing to wait to be sure that I didn't do something that would screw things up. I took care of my needs by spending more time with Jasmine, a married thirty year old waitress who worked at a restaurant near campus and who wasn't interested in a relationship with me that didn't involve me sticking my tongue, fingers, or cock into one of her orifices. I didn't get near the joy out of fucking Jasmine that I did a sweet young innocent piece of ass, but Jasmine was always willing and a super-aggressive fuck so she satisfied my biological needs if not my emotional ones. Despite my constant pestering, it took Jim a full three weeks to get all of the information that I needed. When we discussed it I was really glad that I had waited, however, since I would have been sure to have blown it. This was going to be my most challenging conquest ever, but every time that I drooled over Melissa when I saw her on campus I knew that it would be worth it. "Okay, Horndog; here's the skinny. Melissa is a religious zealot. Her big Christianity issue is homosexuality. She believes that homosexuals are sinners, that homosexuality is a question of choice, and that gays can be reformed. She considers it her duty to help in that regard by counseling and saving gays, and has preliminarily set up her on-campus Christian organization to do that," Jim related with a slight look of exasperation. "Holy shit; that's really hard for me to work with," I exclaimed. "By all accounts, she also isn't sexually active. As far as I know, she has turned down a number of good-looking guys for dates, and the only dates she has gone out on are with nerdy guys in her Christian club. That's the bad news," he glumly continued. "Hell, you mean that there is some good news?" I inquired. "Two bits of very good news, one relating to her appearance, and one relating to a plan that I have that I'm sure will work if you have the balls to pull it off," Jim challenged. "Hit me with it dude," I chortled. "The first bit of good news is that I saw her in a bathing suit at a Christian club pool party. She's got the best body that I've ever seen in my life, including on the Internet. The second bit of good news is that you can pretend to be gay, get close to her, and then have her reform you by fucking you," Jim related with an enormous wicked grin. I liked the first bit of good news. As far as the second was concerned, I have to admit that I always have been at least slightly homophobic, and that I always tried to act macho, so pulling off "gay" was not something that I was super confident that I could do. "How in the hell am I going to be a convincing gay dude?" I asked. "You've met my cousin Bruce, haven't you? You probably could tell that he's gay, and he's willing to give you lessons," Jim chuckled. I thought for a second. I had met Bruce, and was convinced that he was gay after talking to him for a few minutes, although he certainly wasn't flamboyant. "Okay, dude, as long as he doesn't try and put the moves on me," I said with a stone face. "He knows what the plan is, dude, so don't worry about it. You may have to take him to dinner or lunch a few times, though." Actually, Bruce turned out to be a very intelligent, perceptive, and definitely helpful, guy. He had no romantic or sexual interest in me since he knew that I was straight and what the plan was, but he did seem to get a thrill out of teaching a straight guy about "gaydom." After five meetings with Bruce over a week's time I thought that I was ready to approach Melissa. Melissa's Christian organization had actually placed ads, including in the student newspaper, about "praying the gay away." They had even listed times when one could meet with a counselor. Jim was able to find out when Melissa would be the counselor, and I went to see her at the appointed time that night. "Hi, my name is Henry Saxton," I nervously said. I was actually really nervous, not just acting, so I think that I came across okay. "I, I, I, don't like certain feelings that I have. Um, I don't really know if you can help but I'm at my wits end and I need to try something," I stuttered, only occasionally making eye contact with Melissa. Up close she was as ravishing as I thought that she would be. "Don't be embarrassed, or shy," she said with a big smile, walking over to me and holding one of my hands between hers. Her touch was soft and electric. It was all I could do to suppress a boner, but I had to since that obviously would have given me away. The bullshit was really rolling off of my tongue as I explained to her that I had a deep attraction for males, and that although I had not acted on it yet, I was sure that I would in the near future unless I could do something about it. I inquired of her whether being gay really was a choice rather than a matter of biology, and she assured me that it was. Of course I knew that that was complete and utter bullshit, but I was willing to agree to anything that she said in order to get into her pants. I was very pleased indeed when, at the end of our discussion, she assured me that she would take me on as her own special personal project. I'm quite sure that using all of the information that Bruce had imparted to me that I did successfully come across as gay. My next few meetings with Melissa I acted tentatively. She was slightly tentative herself, although not nearly to the extent that I was trying to portray. About the fourth meeting, as part of my "therapy" to complement a great deal of praying that we were doing, she started showing me female pornography. It was hard not to react to it, but I didn't. I did start saying things, like, "I wonder what it would be like to see or touch a real woman rather than just looking at photographs?" As part of my therapy, Melissa and I started doing things together. Either alone, or with some of her Christian friends, we would go to concerts (mostly Christian music, which isn't bad if you don't listen to the words), meals, or even walks in the park. A strange thing started to happen. I started to really enjoy Melissa's company. Don't get me wrong, my main goal was still to get into her pants, but aside from with my mother, my relationship with Melissa was the most long-lasting and enjoyable relationship with a female of my life. It was already the start of the second semester before things really started coming together for me. I had expertly, although subtly, convinced Melissa that I needed some real "hands-on" experience with the female body in order to complete my transition from gay to straight. At first it was only some petting, then combined with thigh stroking, then combined with some kisses on the lips. Each time I exercised remarkable restraint and didn't "go for it." After investing so much time in Melissa, and with only one or two nights a week with Jasmine to polish my knob, I didn't want to blow it. The epiphany came most unexpectedly. Someone brought wine coolers to a Christian club picnic, and even though most of the people there did not drink, and I'd never seen Melissa drink before, she really got into the wine coolers. I encouraged it. That night when we went back to her single room in a co-ed dormitory she invited me in. "Henry, I think I may be able to put you over the hump, and cure you, if I show you my naked body. Are you ready for that?" she said, in a slurred voice. "Does the Pope poop in the woods?" I said to myself, obviously mixing my metaphors but still trying to rein in the raging hard-on occasioned by her words alone. "Uh, I think so," I meekly responded. With that Melissa did a slow strip. I could not fucking believe how awesome her body was. She had the most perky tits that I had ever seen in my life, perfectly proportioned hips and thighs, a snatch to die for, and what appeared to be an inch long clitoris. I could not suppress my hard-on. Of course she noticed, and probably under the influence of the wine coolers walked up to me and pulled down my pants and boxers, not something easy to do since my dick was the most engorged that it ever had been in my life. "Oh my," she cried. "Jesus help me," I inexplicably exclaimed as I went toward her. Hormones took over. I laid her down on her bed, buried my nose and tongue in her snatch, fondled a nipple with one hand and pinched her clit with the other, and soon had her screaming in orgasm. As soon as she came down from her high I buried my cock in her pussy in one stroke, hard to do considering how engorged my cock was and how tight her pussy was, but possible because she was soaking wet. I'm not sure exactly why, but I had never felt better in my life than when my cock entered her pussy. It may have been because I had to work harder for this than anything else in my life, because she was an absolute goddess, because it was the snuggest yet most velvety cunt in my experience, or because I really had come to love Melissa's company almost as much as the idea of fucking her; it probably was all four. When she wrapped her creamy thighs around me and started pulsating her pussy muscles I came faster than at any other time in my life. Caring about her enjoyment at least as much is my own, even after I flooded her pussy I continued to fuck her until she had another colossal orgasm. How much later it was that I rolled off of her and we separated I don't know because time ceased to have any meaning for me at that point. I do know that I was more serene than at any other time in my life. I fucked Melissa again, doggy style, in the middle of the night. My plan was to try and keep from her how experienced I was, but once my cock started reciprocating in its favorite place on earth, and I heard the consummate melons on her chest slapping together as I banged away, all thoughts of ratcheting down my intensity quickly disappeared. When I woke up with her in my arms the next morning I wanted to scream that those were the two best fucks of my life, but I didn't dare. I needed her to believe that she had converted me, and play it cool so that I could continue fucking her in the name of confirming my transformation. Over the course of the next three weeks Melissa and I were almost inseparable, although I could only get her to have sex with me two more times. Both times it was no longer just fucking for me, but making love. It wasn't long before I had to admit to myself that my relationship with her was different than with any other woman in my life; all the colors seemed to be brighter, all the sounds seemed to be cheerier, all the days seemed to be sunnier. There was no doubt that I was in love. When Melissa and I met in the student union on a Thursday, soon after I had proclaimed my love for her which she responded to it by vigorously kissing me - although she did not say "I love you too" - she said that she had a special surprise for me that Saturday night. "Henry, I can't see you tomorrow, but I'm planning a special surprise for Saturday night. Here's the address of an apartment of a friend of mine. Show up there ready for the experience of your life." That was really intriguing to me, and the fact that she had planned a surprise for me made me love her all the more. I could hardly contain my excitement when I showed up at 7 o'clock that Saturday at the apartment building that Melissa had given me the address for. I gingerly knocked on the second floor apartment door and after a few seconds smiling Melissa, dressed only in négligée, opened it. "Hi Henry dear," she growled in the most seductive voice that I had ever heard. "I hope that you're anxious for your surprise." The big smile on my face, and my cock trying to burst my zipper, indicated that I was. As she led me, smiling, into the main room, the door slammed shut behind me and four large strong hands grabbed me. Before I had time to react - although I probably couldn't have done anything about it even if I had been prepared - I was tied to a chair by two enormous guys, and a ball gag was shoved into my mouth. I was trying to mumble out "what the hell is happening?" but I'm sure that nothing intelligible went past the ball gag. The two brutes lifted up the chair and carried it into the apartment's bedroom, the same room that Melissa had disappeared into as I was being tied up. They placed the chair in clear view of the bed. Melissa was lying on the bed stark naked, next to a guy who I recognized as one of the starting offensive linemen on the college football team. Giving me a big smile, Melissa rolled over, stuck the lineman's very large cock into her mouth and started sucking while fondling his balls. Apparently when she got the cock to her liking she mounted him and rode him reverse cowgirl while he fingered her ass. There was no doubt that they had massive earth-shattering simultaneous orgasms. No sooner had the guy in the bed withdrawn his cock from Melissa's pussy when the two guys that had tied me up approached her, both stark naked with their impressive dongs sticking straight out. Although bleary-eyed, Melissa rolled into a position on her hands and knees, and started sucking on one guy's cock while the other guy entered her pussy from behind. As Melissa sucked, the guy behind her fucked, and it wasn't long before both her mouth and pussy were flooded with cum. By now, my cock which had been so proud and rock-hard when I entered the apartment, was more like a shriveled miniature carrot. The woman that I had fallen in love with had just been fucked by three different guys. She seemed to relish it, and had occasionally looked over at me and smiled as she was getting reamed out. My mind was overloaded. After the four of them joked and played around, with a good deal of ball-squeezing and tit-sucking, they were ready for round two. The offensive lineman fucked Melissa up against the wall (seemingly almost knocking it over), then the evening was concluded when the other two brutes simultaneously fucked her ass and pussy. When they were all done, Melissa actually thanked the three guys for "helping me put this asshole in his place,", and all three of them gushed "any time - it was the best sex of my life!" Melissa walked up to me with the most diabolical look that I've ever seen on anyone. With her middle finger she wiped some cum from her pussy and smeared it on my cheeks. "Do you remember Betsy Smith asshole? Maybe not, she was just one of your many conquests who you fucked and then threw away. Well she is my sister, and you left her emotionally ruined. I hope that I've hurt you at least half as much as you hurt her." She started to walk away then turned around. "By the way, you really are a stupid shit to think that I thought that homosexuality was a matter of choice rather than genetics. I couldn't fucking believe it that you went with the plan that Jim and I came up with. Seems like he was disgusted with your treatment of Betsy too and was only too eager to help me, you dipshit." With that she kicked me in the balls then turned to her enormous friends and said "please untie him once I've been gone for 30 minutes; and thanks again." With that she slapped her ass then disappeared. I never saw Melissa again. I wondered whether she really was a student or whether she had just been working in the area and was investing her energy in screwing my mind over. I couldn't get Jim to even talk to me, let alone give me any information. I had a hard time concentrating, and my confidence was destroyed. This also affected my sexual performance. I found that out in spades when after an unsuccessful attempt at copulation with Jasmine she stormed out of my room while none too quietly uttering "When did you become such a limp dick? Don't call me again!" I was able to pull it together enough to graduate. Now underemployed because I didn't come off too well in the interviews that I had for positions that I really wanted, I've been working for three months now, and have yet to get back in the saddle, or even regain any confidence whatsoever in my sexual abilities. I wonder if this is what Betsy Smith felt like when I dumped her?