Chapter 14 Dodie
DODIE
On high alert, I sense Hordan’s approach long before his arrival back at my cave, and the wait is torturous, because I’m trying really hard to shield my energy for him, so he’ll be surprised when he gets home.
It’s so hard to keep still and project calm when I feel like dancing with excitement inside.
The second I hear the scraping sounds of the boulder being pushed aside and his dragging himself through the dirt to get to me, my heart starts to pound.
Will he hear it?
I pull my sleeping furs higher and close my eyes, but it’s so obvious I’m not asleep.
I sense Hordan come to sit next to me. He gives a thoughtful little “hmmm,” leans in close, and puffs a snort of hot breath in my face. “Binda-boo, Spraah.”
A giggle escapes me, and I open my eyes to meet his curious, somewhat amused gaze. He grunts softly and tosses his long hair over his shoulder before rapping his fingers rhythmically of his thigh as if waiting for an explanation.
I press my lips together, and he raises an eyebrow. He gives me a moment, and when I remain playfully silent, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two full tubes of elasticity cream. He raises both eyebrows, to see if this offering interests me.
I slide my slippery thighs against each other and slowly pull up the furs to reveal the part of me he’s suggesting he could attend.
He stares at my cum-soaked pussy, inhales deeply, and then lifts his gaze to meet mine.
He narrows his eyes, and I’m given a mental scenario to explain what could have happened here.
Did he somehow unknowingly sleepwalk into my bed, where I took advantage of him while he snored?
Has he just awoken from a very wet dream?
I laugh and shake my head.
“Hmm,” he muses again before reassessing the situation. He opens a tube of elasticity cream, inserts it into my pussy without ceremony, and squeezes the entire amount inside me, displacing much of the cum. It trickles out of me, tickling my sensitive flesh until my asshole is twitching.
Hordan watches with amusement, and sends me an image of he and the rest of his monster army standing victorious on the world while all the good little humans come out of hiding and celebrate their new freedom and safety.
I search his smiling eyes, feeling my own grow wider. “You’re done? The war is over?”
I’m shown us wearing party hats and blowing hooters, then he uses his pointy monster teeth to bite the cap off the next tube of elasticity cream. He spits it across the cave and grins at me.
I grin back and spread my legs wider. “I wonder how we’ll celebrate.”
He squirts some cream inside my sex, and then inserts the tip into my ass and squeezes some in there too.
I shiver at both the pleasure and the anticipation.
Everything Hordan does to me, he does with great authority — because he knows that I want it.
Reading my fucking mind, he drags his fingers through the cum and starts pushing globs of his seed inside my ass, massaging my inner walls and stretching my back passage into a beautifully relaxed state.
It feels so slippery and full and good, and he stretches me enough to take three of his fingers.
It feels so naughty and nice, and I just love having him work my body into such needy states. He makes me feel so good; so alive.
I’ve spent so long hustling just to exist, but with Hordan, I’m kept at peace.
I’m fed and rested and pleasured whenever I want, and I’m shown such tenderness and care.
I never have to think about what I need to get done or how I’m going to survive the next season.
I simply know that I’ll have everything I need, that I’ll be taken care of — in every possible way.
His thick fingers slide in and out of my ass, and the moment I want a little more, he gives it to me.
I love the sensation of being stretched, and I’m so grateful that my gorgeous monster is in full support of giving me what I desire.
He’s shown me that there is no shame in giving my body the pleasure it longs for.
In fact, it is a source of joy for us both, and that could never be a bad thing.
For the longest time, I’ve fought for safety — the bare minimum — and it blows my mind to learn that I could ever feel this good.
Who knew lubricant and friction could be such wonderful friends.
I press my head back into the furs and mentally urge him to fuck my ass a little faster.
He obliges immediately, and the fullness in my back passage takes on a whole new sensation.
It’s heated and stuffy and my flesh practically hums. My pussy trembles with delight, and I hope he’ll stretch and fill that next — with is cock. I’m determined to take him.
I’m soaked. My furs are soaked. And when Hordan lowers his face between my legs to tongue my clit, I squirt like a hydrant and soak that too.
He lifts his head and grins at me as my cum drips from his chin and hair. “Je mo en foigin du, Spraah.”
I don’t understand the words, but I feel their meaning.
I’ve been his good fucking girl. And he doesn’t even know the half of it.
I can hardly wait until he sees the size of my tits.
I’ve eaten every milk-inducing treat I had, and I’ve been massaging the firmness that’s been building inside my swelling breasts.
It’s eased the tightness of my skin as it adjusts to the rapid expansion, but my favorite part of the whole process, has been stroking and squeezing my nipples in a milking motion, while I imagine Hordan waiting hungrily for the milk to flow.
The hardest part, has been keeping my desires and activities a secret from him, so I can surprise him.
I think he’s going to be so happy. Even happier than he is right now, gazing at the mess between my legs.
I’m asked in image form if I was drinking my monster cum when I spilled it all over myself.
I shake my head. How to explain that I enjoyed his telepathic sex so much I wanted to make it feel more real?
That actually having his cum inside me makes me feel closer to him, which I long to be, and it added to the already terrific experience, even if I was left yearning for him in the flesh.
That I yearn for him still. That I would love if he would make real every fantasy he plays in my mind.
Hordan watches me with absolute focus and after a long moment of observation, he leans in to press a tender kiss to my lips.
Then I’m hoisted from the bedding, spun around, and set back down on my hands and knees.
He grips my hip with one hand and firmly presses his other one between my shoulder blades, applying pressure to urge me to lower my upper body to the furs until my face rests against them while my ass remains in the air.
Unable to keep from grinning, I let my eyelids flutter closed in anticipation of what I’m imagining will be so very satisfying.
Hordan’s excitement matches, if not exceeds my own. His strong aura throbs around me in a highly seductive mix of power and protection. His desire for me is obvious and intense, and it amplifies my own beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
My body trembles with such need and readiness that our union becomes a certainty.
We are inevitable, and this is no fleeting connection, it’s a commitment.
If an obstacle arises, we will overcome it, because nothing will keep us from coming together.
Not a war, not our differing heritage, and not our size difference.
We are one. A self-serving unit in which our energies bounce off each other to help us reach new and greater heights.
Hordan strokes my back and croons to me in sweet whispers.
“Bre brah, mo spraah.” He trails his thick fingers through my messy crease and bumps his knuckles around my entrance as he slicks his hand all over.
I shiver and brace myself for penetration as he reminds me of all the elasticity cream he squeezed inside me.
He spreads my outer lips and presses his clenched fist to my entrance. “Ohm-bah fo Mahz-uhrr,” he rumbles, testing my receptivity. I relax into the furs and surrender to the bulky intrusion as he pushes inside. “Je mo en du,” he says in a praising tone as he slides his fist back and forth.
It glides surprisingly easily, and the seductive fullness is made to feel even more enjoyable as he starts to massage and push at my walls. His bumpy knuckles rub along my front wall, generating an incredible pressured pleasure that spikes my heart rate and makes my legs twitch.
I moan into the furs. I’m going to come. We’ve barely started, and I want to hold it so I can explode around his cock, but I need to come so bad. I buck at his fist, chasing it, but he eases off and chuckles as I whine in frustration.
“Ezgar, mo spraah.” He dips his fingertips into the shallows and swirls them in hypnotic circles. I calm quickly, and Hordan praises and rewards me. He pushes more fingertips into my entrance. How many? All of them?
Two hands. He uses fingers from two hands to spread my entrance wide open and holds me there, gaping, until my flesh surrenders some more. He rumbles in approval and pulls at me a little more until I stretch again.
I pant and moan at the pleasurable strain on my sex. Hordan rides the fine line between pleasure and pain like an expert, gaging my every response with immaculate precision. He’s in my head, and I’m in his, guiding him to do anything it takes to make me his own.
It’s the strangest feeling to be forced open and yet remain empty. An experience of both presence and absence at once. I’m tugged and stretched even further and held again until my flesh succumbs to its new capability and releases more tension.
“Je mo foigin en du,” Hordan utters in a tone so impressed I flush with pride at having pleased him so well.
He slowly eases off the pressure and massages my entrance, keeping it slick and juicy, just the way we both like it. The motion feels different from before. My skin moves around with his fingers more easily, as if I’ve grown looser.
I grin into the furs and give an excited little squeak.
It’s happening.
He’s done it. He’s made me loose enough to take his cock, and I’m already imagining how good it’s going to feel.
My pussy ripples with excitement, and Hordan groans.
He’s just as eager as I am, and I can tell he’s fighting to restrain himself, but I don’t want him to.
I trust him implicitly, and I’m so ready to be ravaged by him, because what’s the point of being fucked by a monster if I’m not going to be fucked by a monster.
He slaps my ass for getting sassy, but he clearly loves it. His big monster hands grip my inner thighs and he spreads my legs as wide as I can manage before moving in so close behind me I can feel his velvety pelt against the back of my thighs.
Warm drops splatter one by one onto my back, and the heady scent of his cum fills the cave. He’s so turned on he’s dripping, and the feeling is mutual. We’re ready.
“Es bre clookin, Spraah,” he says, sounding as if he agrees.
He spreads my folds and nestles the slippery head of his massive cock against my entrance. He pauses a moment, as if to collect himself or savor this moment, and then he pushes forward, delivering an intense stretch that has me gasping for breath. It’s too much and not enough, all at once.
“More,” I beg. “More, sir.”
Hordan grips my hips, digging his claws into my flesh as he pulls me toward him. His hard cock gives me no option but to bloom open and receive its mighty girth. I cry out at the intensity of the stretch, and Hordan holds tighter, forcing my flesh to suit to his will.
I’m being made to fit my monster.
And I love it.
“Yes. Yes.”
He doesn’t stop, only increases the pressure of his invasion, and slowly but surely, his cock forges inside me until my entrance is fully breached.
I slump into the furs with overwhelming relief to have the bulbous head of his cock finally inside me. The stretch is still there, but less so, and there’s now a sense of fullness inside me that my pussy has been coveting since I first laid eyes on this powerful beast of a male.
Hordan stirs behind me, rocking his cock back and forth to test how restrictive our movements will have to be. He grunts and nudges at me in short, sharp thrusts until I’m made to take even more of his cock. He’s so thick and hard, and I want him deeper.
He wastes no time in serving me what I desire.
Withdrawing a little, he then surges forward, spreading me inside with that giant knob of his.
He rears back and thrusts again and again, deeper each time, until he’s hard at my limits and we’re both gasping and crazed from the sensation.
His cock feels impossibly huge, and through our bond, I can feel his marveling at how impossibly tight my cunt is, but somehow we’ve made it possible, this love of ours.
Not only possible, glorious.
Hordan renews his grip on my hips and fucks me like he wants to.
Like a monster who’s been alone all his life, imagining a day when he would have a perfect companion to love and fuck and enjoy life with.
I’m so wet and well-prepared, I offer no resistance and simply melt into the furs in total surrender while he drives my pleasure into a breath-stealing explosion.
I throw my head high to gasp for air and then dive back down to wail into the furs as I’m taken beyond my body to experience a level of bliss I never knew existed.
Hordan’s roar echoes around the cave, pulling me back to him as my pussy squeezes around his cock in powerful surges of wild feminine strength. He grounds me in the physical pleasure, urging me to feel every perfect moment of it.
The force of his release collides with my limits, and I shake and shudder to disperse the intense energy throughout my body. I’m thrown into rolling waves of ecstasy until I’m tingling all over. Especially my breasts.
I fight through my pleasure daze to push myself up and see what’s causing my nipples to prickle with heat.
Still in the throes of passion, Hordan grabs a fistful of my hair, and brings my chest higher as he fucks at my cum-soaked cunt. He’s getting hard again. Insatiable. And he’s taking with him.
Another intense orgasm grips my depths, and he rides it hard, forcing it to escalate until I squirt everywhere.
There’s so much pressure in my pussy that I spray cum across the cave, and that’s not all.
By some miracle of force, milk sprays from my breasts as well, proclaiming me a fountain of sexual delight for my monster.
Still pulsing his seed into my depths, Hordan floods the cave with his absolute awe, pleasure, and intense desire to suckle.