Monster Hunter: Whore | By : Somburliss Category: +M through R > Monster Hunter Views: 21032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandom or any of the characters from the Monster Hunter franchise. I make no profit from this story. |
The Lounge is filled with dark, moody music, accentuated by some moaning female vocals. Except those are actually just the voices of the staff getting fucked by the customers. There are a lot more women getting screwed than usual today, so you and Liz are working a larger stage with room for both of you.
Liz still wears her typical yellow sling, while you’re wearing the black microbikini that you’ve learned not to complain about. Your handler has come out of her shell a bit more, and is rhythmically moving her upper body along with her hips. The problem is, she’s so focused on dancing that she hasn’t noticed both straps of her sling becoming dislodged. They’re nested between her cleavage, putting her round boobs on full display for the crowd.
You do some halfhearted twirls as an excuse to get near Liz and pull the straps of her sling back into place. She stops dead in her tracks with a look of shock on her face, then looks up at you and gives you a grin worth a million bucks. “Thanks partner!”
The crowd, on the other hand, lets out a disappointed, “Aww…”
You move back to your side of the stage, continuing your dance the whole time. You eventually end up in a perfect bridge, your body forming a semicircle in an acrobatic maneuver that’s completely wasted on these pigs. At least, you thought it was, until the crowd starts to cheer. You fill with a small amount of pride, but the feeling of a breeze against your bare pussy clues you in to the real reason they’re cheering. You reach to pull your thong back into place, but immediately collapse with only one arm to hold you up. Liz comes to your rescue, moving the fabric over your pussy while you’re still clearing your head from the fall. “Gotcha covered, pard!” she says with a thumbs up.
The crowd awws again, but this time with adoration instead of disappointment. What’s with this double standard? You mumble some thanks and get to your feet, watching Liz walk away with her sling straps, again, nestled between her boobs. When will she learn?
Eager to forget your mistake, you dance with a bit more energy. Liz also seems to be getting a bit more into it. Failing to notice your surroundings, you end up encroaching on her space and into a head-to-head collision. Though it’s more of the shorter girl’s head colliding with your boobs. You both go toppling to the ground.
“Well isn’t that sweet,” comes a voice from the crowd. “I hate ta interrupt, but you lassies are comin’ with us.”
Ah. Fucking great. It’s the Smithy and both his apprentices. On top of being completely useless, now he wants to fuck you. And Liz, apparently.
Before you can even stand up, the fricking dwarf is grabbing your ankles. There’s nothing on the stage for you to grab onto, so he nonchalantly tugs you off the stage, tucks you under his arm, and carries you away like a book. Why are all the men in this village strong enough to carry you around like it’s nothing!? The apprentices aren’t far behind you, teaming up to carry Liz overhead like a surfboard.
You and your handler are taken to a back room designed to provide privacy for some of the immoral activities taking place at the Lounge. You’d normally be shocked to find such a place in pristine condition, if you didn’t know that any girls taken to these rooms are required to clean up the mess themselves. As well-furnished as the room is, you know the red, heart-shaped bed is the only piece of furniture that really matters, and that’s exactly where you and Liz end up.
You’re tossed haphazardly onto the bed, belly-up, with your legs hanging off the end. The Smithy wastes no time getting his hardened member out, but after the discrimination he showed you earlier today, you obviously won’t stand for this.
“You’re too useless to even make me some gear, and now you think you get to stick your useless dick in me? FUCK no!” you snap.
“HA! We’ll see how ‘useless’ it is when yer moanin’ and cummin’ on it like a slut.”
As he gets ready to penetrate your hole, you quickly shuffle away to the head of the bed and equip yourself with a pillow, ready to fend off the ugly dwarf who has no business using your body after refusing your business. Unfortunately, your skimpy black bottoms come untied in the process. He calmly climbs onto the bed, grabs both your ankles, and drags you back to your original spot, completely ignoring your vicious pillow assault.
“Ye’ve no idea what a burden it is to deal with clueless huntresses like you. Always actin’ so entitled to whatever equipment you want, an’ never leavin’ ‘til the line a’ real customers is backed up all the way to the canteen! After all the trouble you caused, I’ll at least have you make it up to me with this slender, big tittied body of yours. Whether you like it or not.”
He easily pries the pillow out of your hands, discards it, and drives himself into your bare cunt, making your walls stretch just to accommodate his girth. Fuck, he’s big! And he’s as hard as the iron he refused to make for you!
“DAMN IT!!!” you cry, voice equal parts angry and aroused.
Liz lays next to you, her yellow sling bikini allowing full access to her holes after being slid a mere inch to the side. Eric lies beneath her with his dick lined up against her asshole, while John stands at the foot of the bed, positioned to spear her pussy. Unlike you, she takes a more diplomatic approach.
“H-Hey, come on, guys. We were just talking this morning. I thought we got along pretty well! Why don’t we put the penises away and just talk? E-Especially the one near my butt… Penises aren’t supposed to go in there…”
Looks of annoyance show on the apprentices’ faces.
“All you do is talk! Talk talk talk! You have a million fucking stories we don’t give a damn about! Even when we ask you to leave, you just keep talking!” John ends his tirade by slamming himself into her cunt.
“*AHHH!*” the handler squeals, throwing her head back as she’s overwhelmed by the sensation.
“You’re pretty nice to look at, though. Maybe if you wore this at the shop and stayed quiet, we’d come give you a ‘chat’ every once in a while.” Snickering, Eric lodges himself in her ass, earning a loud, distressed cry about penises not belonging in her butt. Her eyes are wide and she starts panting as the two of them begin fucking her properly. You can see the adrenaline and slight fear on her face, along with the occasional flutter of her eyelids as she starts to feel good despite herself.
“*Kya!* Please let’s *huff* talk this through! I’m s-s-sorry for disTURbing you!” she squeaks.
“Sure, let’s talk,” says Eric, showing no sign of withdrawing from her ass. “Since you like talking so much, here’s a topic. How’s it feel to have both your holes stuffed with hard cock?”
Liz’s face blushes bright red as she struggles to reply through her moans, “I-It feels kinda *SCARY*, l-like I don’t have control over important parts of my body. And my brain is all foggy! *huff* *huff* Oh god, this is good.” She covers her mouth as soon as the last words escape, but the damage is already done.
“Hear that? She likes it, even getting assfucked,” says Eric.
“Yup. Sounds like she’s a stupid slut whose brain shuts down as soon as she gets dick inside her,” says John, casually drilling her pussy.
“I take it back!” Liz objects, moaning louder than before. “*PLEASE* take your penises out of me! Especially the one in my *B-B-BUUUTT!*”
Meanwhile, you’re attempting to snarl at the Smithy for even daring to put his dick in you, but it’s kind of hard when moans are being forced out of you every time he fills your pussy to the brim. This man may be short, but he’s built like a solid steel building, just like every other man in this damn village. When he slams into you, it makes your whole body shake.
“What’s the matter? Lost all your fight already? Looks like my cock’s plenty useful for tamin’ stupid sluts like yerself!” the Smithy gloats.
Angered by his arrogance, you muster enough willpower to resist how good his dick feels and try to slide away again. It doesn’t work, though. The Smithy just grabs your hips and slams you back onto his dick with enough force to jostle your tits out of your black top. You let loose a cute, girly scream as you splash love juices from your pussy. This repeats itself a few times. You attempt to slide away, and he lets you get some distance before slamming you back to the hilt of his huge, inescapable tool. Each time, you make an embarrassingly cute noise and juice up at the realization of just how stuck you are. Finally, you resign yourself to getting used by this sexist asshole in order to relieve whatever “burden” you’ve caused him.
He keeps an ironclad grip on your hips as he keeps pounding away at your defenseless quim. Feminine moans pour from your mouth as you pay the price for your incompetence yet again. After essentially surrendering, any trace of self-control is quickly disappearing as you writhe around on the bed, strongly reacting every time the blasted blacksmith hits a sweet spot. And he hits them often, considering he can easily hit every spot with his stupidly big dick…
“Useless *AHH!* blacksmith with a *USELESS* *FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!*” you squeal, not even able to finish your insult properly because of how hard you’re being pounded. You flip him off with both hands, but it doesn’t make you feel much better when your tits are billowing back and forth with their full weight, making a mockery of your attempted hostility. Your whorish cries meld together with the helpless moans from Liz, who’s still hopelessly trying to negotiate with two men whose members are buried inside her.
“I *AHH* get it! I-I’m *OH* sorry! *OHHHHH!* please give me a break! I *DIDN’T KNOOOOW!*” your handler pleads.
“Don’t sweat it. We’re having a friendly chat now, aren’t we?” Eric replies, reaching around and groping both her tits. Liz looks down in surprise, only just realizing that the straps of her sling bikini have once again slipped between her cleavage. She grabs the man’s hands and tries to pry them off her chest, but she’s far too weak to move them at all.
John adds, “So let’s keep talking. Why don’t you tell us more about yourself? Like how fast you came when Zack took your virginity?” Both men snicker.
“HOW’D YOU *UNGH* HEAR ABOUT *TH-TH-THAAAAT!?!*” Liz squeals, trying desperately to get the words out despite having cocks pistoning into both her holes. “I WON’T ANSWER!!” Her resistance is impressive, considering you can’t even handle one man fucking you, and she’s dealing with two. It doesn’t last long, though, when a finger finds its way to her clit.
“Don’t play tough, slut. Just talk. It’s all you’re good for anyway,” John growls.
“OH GOD! TOO MUCH! THAT SPOT’S TOO SENSITIVE!” Poor Liz kicks her feet and tries to flail away from the overstimulation, but she doesn’t stand a chance when she’s pinned between two men and so thoroughly impaled on their rock-hard cocks. After about ten seconds of this, she relents.
“OKAY I’LL TELL YOU, PLEASE HAVE MERCY! IT WAS FIFTY-THREE SECONDS! HE COUNTED!”
The men begin laughing while still slamming, full force, into the humiliated brunette. She starts bouncing more violently atop their dicks than before, as if she’s gone limp after letting out her confession.
“Fifty-three seconds? That’s how low you set the bar for your first time? That’s pretty pathetic.”
Liz covers her face with both her hands and shakes her head in shame, but John pulls them away and holds them against the bed as he continues railing her pussy. Eric begins pinching and lightly tugging her nipples, sending her voice up several decibels. With her pink pussy already leaking juices, and her holes squeezing desperately against both the rods inside her, it’s obvious she’s reaching the limits of her endurance. And her rapidly waning willpower is given away by the cute, sexy noises she’s making.
“Speaking of orgasms, who do you think will orgasm first? You, or your huntress friend?” Eric asks.
Liz seems to suddenly tune in to your own predicament, and sees you in just as dire a situation as herself. The Smithy has his hand on your lower abdomen, holding you in place as he plows back and forth across your g-spot with ease. Eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out, you’ve long lost any ability to fight back against the rough fucking you’re getting from Astera’s talentless blacksmith. He denied you new equipment, but you can’t deny him anything…
With her last bit of spirit, your Liz replies, “N-Neither! We won’t *C-CUM* from rude boys who in-in-insult us! *ES-S-SPECIALLY KATELYYYN!* She’s a s-s-strong and *RESPEEECTABLE* hunter! Right pard!?”
Your innocent handler’s words don’t even make it through to you. Your toes are clenched, you’re gripping the bedsheets for dear life, and you’re soaking the Smithy’s dick with every drop of love juices you have.
“Hate ta break it to you, lass, but your partner’ll be cummin’ right about… now!”
With every once of strength, the Smithy bottoms out inside your tight cunt, sending it into a series of spasms as you cry out like a slutty banshee.
“FUUUUUUUUCK I’M CUMMING!!!”
You arch your back over and over, the intense climax taking control of your muscles entirely. At the same time, the rock-hard dick in your tunnel erupts, filling you with a molten hot feeling which you’ve started associating with defeat. Every time one of these asshole islanders gets to pump you full of his cum, you lose a little more of your self-esteem… You tug on the bedsheets hard enough to tear them, except that you’re only a huntress, and not nearly strong enough for something like that. Through it all, the Smithy stays firmly lodged inside your pussy, standing victoriously while you prove yourself to be yet another stupid slut that’s been tamed by his cock. You called his cock useless, but you’ve ended up moaning and cumming on it, exactly as he predicted. For a brief moment, you wonder if it’s your pussy that’s useless. Useless at withstanding these islanders’ massive members…
As soon as you start cumming, your handler’s resistance flatlines, and she joins you mere seconds later. “Katelyn, *WHYYY* are- OH NO, if they made you cum, TH-THEN THEY’LL MAKE M-M-ME CUM *TOOOOOO!!!*”
Liz isn’t as lucky as you, as her renters don’t cum when she does. They keep pumping into her relentlessly, forcing as many lusty, shameful moans from her as she can offer. Her wrists are still pinned to the bed, but she doesn’t struggle or thrash at all. In fact, you could swear she’s smiling as her tongue hangs out of her mouth. It’s like she’s completely given in after climaxing. Watching her “strong, respectable hunter” get forced to cum like a bitch probably didn’t help her morale, either… She’s completely docile, doing nothing but shuddering from head to toe, and filling the room with the sound of her unbearable orgasm.
“OH FUCK! OH FUUUUUCK! SO HARD, SO GOOD!” Liz’s mouth, normally clean and pure, spills profanities one after another as she encourages the men to keep ravaging her. The wet sounds of sex fill the room until the apprentices finally reach their own climaxes and start stuffing your witless handler full of cum.
“AH GAWD, WHAT!? H-HOT! AWAWAWA!” she squeals. She must still not be used to men cumming inside her. But she will be soon, if this damned village has its way.
Liz shakes as the men slam themselves into her a few last times, looking like she may have started cumming again from getting double creampied. John and Eric wrap up their handiwork, give Liz a few gropes for the road, and leave her in an orgasmic stupor. Unfortunately, it looks like you still have more burdens to bear.
The Smithy withdraws his cock from you, but only long enough to unplug your pussy and let it leak out his cum. You gasp and whimper at the sudden release of the hot fluid, but he jams himself into you once again. He’s not any softer than he was before he came.
“Hope you weren’t expectin’ me to be done after just one go at that worthless cunt a’ yours! I’ve got plenty a’ burdensome loads for you yet!”
Fuck… You and Liz are supposed to be a team, but… whether it’s monsters or disrespectful men, neither of you seem to stand a chance…
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo