Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
His hand, which has just brought me so much pleasure, lashes out with a stinging slap across my face. “That is twice now. A third time, and I’ll grant your wish.”
And I’ll lose all of mine, I realize. “I’m sorry, Guardian!”
“What are you sorry for?” he demands.
“For...” It’s becoming difficult to speak; the vine in my cunt is going faster now, the one in my ass is jerking forward and back rapidly. “I’m sorry for my greed, Guardian.”
Another climax explodes through me in a shower of white-cold sparks that fizzle up my back and down my legs, making me shiver with the pleasure.
“What else?” he demands.
My mouth hangs slack, frozen in my wordless cry. I fight to continue, to find a reason I should need to apologize. “For denying you, Guardian!”
Another orgasm comes on the heels of the first, before it can fade away, and I realize that it’s Luthian doing this, commanding my body to enjoy what’s happening despite the violation and pain.
“What else?”
What else, indeed? I want to scream. The vines pummel in and out, and the reflection changes back to the angle I saw before. My thighs, the surface of the vines, and of course, the phalluses gleam with the sheen of the greasy unguent mingled with my own gushing juices.
“For insulting your pet with my ungratefulness, Guardian,” I moan over the obscene squelching of my cunt.
“Very good, my honey flower. I think it’s happy now. It’s going to reward you.”
The vines supporting my back fall away, peeling off in an agony of hooked barbs leaving my skin. I’m held aloft only by their grip on my wrists and ankles, and the weight of my body drives me more fully onto the invading appendages. My voice has long since lost its capacity for screaming. A ragged sob is all I can manage.
“When it does,” Luthian goes on, “You’ll be incapacitated for quite some time. You see, werewolves and vampires have their unusual physical attributes, which are useful. But did you know that ogres have an advantage that has nothing to do with their size?”
“No, I didn’t, Guardian.” How can I still speak, impaled on this disgusting monster? How can my body still find pleasure in this depravity? But as I watch the vines do their work, I revel in how disgusting they look, how filthy and slimy. I find myself longing for it to be worse, to have a cock in my mouth, in my hands, to be suspended in a net of foul vines and disembodied phalluses that take my body over and over again.
“You’re about to discover it,” Luthian promises. “For while I used the werewolf and the vampire, they’re merely vessels for the ogre’s particular advantage. And I see that my pet is about to spend. The first time, anyway.”
The thought of the horrid creature filling me with its seed makes me gag in revulsion, but it’s too late; the vine in my ass stills, stiffens, drives impossibly deeper and wrenching newfound pain as it fills spaces it hasn’t yet touched. I feel a thick, hot squirt of something deep in me and shudder, vomit burning my throat in a warning. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
Don’t think about being taken by a featureless monster, an abomination.
I sob in disgust.
The phallus in my cunt thrusts with dizzing speed that rocks me in my bindings, faster and faster while I kick my legs and howl. My mind screams for help, for pity, for anything but this, to no avail. The vampire cock thrusts so deep it fully disappears into my helpless body, and bathes my core with another foul burst. A defeated, disgusted sob wrenches from me.
And then, I’m seized in pleasure so impossible that I forget to breathe. The cocks continue to discharge their fluids, and with every lurching eruption, I come again. I’m trapped in a tide of ecstasy that never recedes. It crests and deposits me onto the breaking swell of another and another, as hot, sticky cum overflows from my cunt and bathes my thighs. The bulging cock in my ass holds everything inside, though, and that’s even more intense; it’s how I know that it’s the plant’s seed that’s causing this reaction.
No, not the plant’s seed. Luthian had said—
“Ogre cum is incredible. I don’t know why more people don’t try it.” He scoops some off my thigh and rubs it between his hands before palming my breasts. The application of it causes another cycle of release, and it’s as if those climaxes race directly from my nipples to my spasming clit. “I’ve been with an ogre before, you know. They lock together during mating. It lasts for hours. Days, sometimes. I didn’t think I would survive.”
The plant continues to thrust, its unoccupied vines thrashing about as if in its own passionate throes. The tip of a vine touches my face and, to the horror of the only rational part of my mind that’s left, I open my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Its thorns drop away, and it pushes inside, darting touches on my tongue that are very like kissing. I suck it, tease it, rub my face against the length of it before it returns to my mouth. Another vine wraps my waist, this one without it thorns, as well; it holds me almost protectively, squeezes me like an embrace.