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Breeding Season: The Making of a Kingpin	By : Cokemonster Category: +A through F > Breeding Season Views: 7432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(…IS A PUBLIC WARNING ANNOUNCEMENT. A FERAL STALLION IS LOOSE IN DISTRICT 2, NEAR OLDWEST AND TINFEILD. DO NOT APPROACH ANY HORSE-LIKE CREATURES. STAY IN YOUR…)
Joey woke up with rope around his wrists and a red ball gag strapped to his mouth. He weakly brought his head up, loud pops cracking out from his shoulders and neck. Vision returned at the same rate of his memory. The past two days replayed in fast forward, ending abruptly after he’d plundered some booty. It had been monster booty. An unholy mix of shame and excitement welled in his gut. The recalling of his actions for the past two days brought his morals into great question. It was one too complicated and worrying to answer now, so he focused on the one needing a prominent answer.
He was tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room. The walls were unprocessed lumber; whole logs stained with patches of mold and a myriad of fungus and flora spawning from the cracks. A small hearth was set ablaze with a dangerous amount of a different wood. The thick heat created made him sweat, and he wasn’t even near the flames. Several bowls of water sat along the hearth’s edge in various states of fullness. The humidity created from the vapor felt like a sauna, causing dew that made his clothes cling to him, and water to drip off the plant life to soak into the bare timber floor.
Besides the odd features, the space was filled with everyday furniture of oaken and pine wood make. There was even a cot, though it was packed with strange green feathers rather than standard cotton.
What the hell is this place? A basement? A dungeon? Pretty comfy for a dungeon, I must admit…
Joey tried to spit out the gag in his mouth. The taste of rotten fruit perpetuated however, as it was tight and offered no leeway. So too were the bindings on his wrist, which were as surprisingly comfortable as the dungeon. He made a fair bit of noise as he swung his feet, which weren’t bound. He managed to swing the chair to the left, offering a slightly different angle. He could now see he wasn’t alone, as Raimey was tied next to him. She had a purple gag on, as if their captor had given them color coordinated bondage gear. She was out cold, and not even his muffled yelling woke her up. He gave up eventually.
A door creaking open and shut came from nearby. Joey turned toward the stairs across the sauna-dungeon. A pair of sandaled feet was descending the steps in patient tempo. The short planks wheezed with every meeting of foot to board, properly reflective of the sound Joey made as he waited for the dungeon master to show themselves. Clean browns and greens came to view, then a non-distinct chest and finally a smiling face he recognized vaguely.
“MMrmwm! Mmhwhrmm! Mmrrrmhm!” Joey shook in his chair, glaring at the woman.
The woman’s smile grew slightly at this. “Good morn. I’m glad you’re finally moving. I was scared that head of yours received too good a wallop.” She finished descending the stairs. She was clearly in no rush to kill him or perform whatever misdeeds she had planned.
She crossed the room. Joey watched her feet crisscross slightly in her gate. He was so distracted by this, that he was surprised when his ball gag was suddenly free from his mouth. Her hand retreated swiftly as he coughed and spat out the drool that had pooled in his throat.
“Bleh! Blah! Goddess! Did you even clean that from when you last used it?”
She tossed it on a nearby table crammed with vases and bowls. The ball part bounced with a little clack and came to rest under a brown jar of sloshy liquid. “Yes ofcourse, darling. I’m not a savage. You may just not be attuned to the taste of the polymer… I’ll take note for next time.” A knowing wink came after this.
Joey was not thrilled by the implication. Bondage was simply not his forte’. Monster fucking wasn’t his forte’ either, though, so he obviously had more to discover about his own tastes.
“Are you with the Order?” He said.
“No.” Again, he found her vacant eyes cast in his direction yet not looking at him. It made her curt reply seem menacing.
“Then why the hell have you tied us up! You know I have a monster in my poss— wait, where is the catgirl?”
The woman covered her mouth as she went into a fit of laughter. It was short, but strikingly loud.
Joey stared blankly, unsure what was funny.
She wiped an eye. “Oh, you’ve gained some appreciation for her kind have you? So cute. Like a puppy in puberty separated from his warm squeaky toy. Simply adorable.” She drew her hand closer to Joey. He remained still. Her touch sent stings as they connected to his right cheek. “I hope you remember it was your toy who gave you this wound.”
He jerked away, grimacing. He hadn’t even realized there had been a lasting flesh wound. “L—look. What do you want from me, huh? The monster? Take her. Just let me and Raimey go. Deal?”
The woman retracted her hand, bringing back up to her eye. “But it’s you two we want. Or at least you.”
We? So this is a gang or something. Shit.
Joey thought he had finally hit the end of it all; the end of the rabbit hole his rebellious impulse had brought him. But, as it turned out, the crevice would go much deeper by that night’s end.
The woman planted her index finger squarely at the center of one vacant pupil. With her other hand, she opened her eye so that more of the white was visible. She bent her neck back, gazing to the ceiling. Joey watched in an awed disgust as a thin filament popped out. He watched her finger lower it to the fire’s light between them. It was a rendition of an eye, like a cut out or fine painting. It was as thin as paper, and diamond in shape.
“What… the… fuck…”
“Up here.”
The strange woman’s voice directed his attention up at her. He was half expecting a hollow socket despite knowing they were orbs and not paper thin. What he got was the woman’s face, but with two very different eyes. One was bright blue with a natural egg-white surrounding it. The other was a pool of utter darkness with a blue gem at its center. The gem was a darker shade, round and had a dot of blackness so unnatural to a human eye that it could have only one plausible explanation.
“You’re an elf?” He said.
“Blaire. And you go by?”
“…Joey…” He kept staring at the alien eye. It came to more a shock at what all of this meant, rather than its appearance. “There are elves hiding in the markets?”
“That’s not something you need to know. Or worry about. You’ll have plenty else on your mind soon enough.” Blaire extracted the other human-like lens, and stored them in a chest pocket. At the same time, she produced a black cloth with intricate lacing. He tried to vocalize his objection immediately, but that only offered her aid in fitting it into his open mouth. This new gag tasted salty, like a few specs of sand had touched his tongue. He had to wonder where it had been pulled from.
“Mmmf! Mphhmmm!”
“You see, I have a job offer.” Blaire said. “And I think you’d be a perfect fit. Not everyone has the gall to smuggle monsters. Some may see it as trepidation on our territory. I see it as an opportunity…”
Things began to click together for Joey. He realized the true reason for his kidnapping. He could hardly see why dressing up a catgirl in a terrible disguise was commendable. She’d seen right through it. These were gang members, though. He had to remind himself they were probably desperate for any stupid loon like him to recruit.
“Would you be interested in joining us? I sadly can’t give the details until you say—well, just nod your head.”
Joey gulped. He didn’t feel like he was in danger, but he did fear what would happen if he refused. He feared what would happen if he accepted, too. What exactly would he even be doing? What was their business even dealing in? Narcotics? Monsters? Political killings funded by corrupt politicians?
Probably all of the above.
At his hesitation, Blaire smiled. “I’ll take that as a cautious yes. There’s still some time until the Boss arrives. So just sit tight and think on it. In the meantime, I’ll move on to the assessment. Maybe that will… convince you, of your interest.”
There were still dozens of questions left floating in his mind. More spawned and budded off others with each passing second. The storm swirling in his mind only grew as Blaire began to strip.
“Mmmff?”
Oh yes. As if on que for an imaginary quota for a terrible fanfiction based off some perverse moving-pictures, the elf that’d kidnapped and bound him stripped off the heavy clothing. She took care with the process, starting with her pants. Her caramel thighs were revealed slowly, glistening in the fire’s glow so unlike the drab attire that hid them. They were astounding legs; smooth and unblemished all the way down to the toes. The underwear between them was minimal, lacy, and black as the cloth growing damp with Joey’s accelerated breathing.
The waistline of her trousers hit the floor, and she wiggled her hips a bit as she shook them free from each foot. She came closer to him, laying one of those long fingered hands sensually on his groin.
“Just relax.”
Joey went bugged eyed, having expected this the least of what would occur if he was ever kidnapped. All of the stories of elves nabbing humans to rape were true. He glanced to Raimey. She was still asleep. He was thankful, as he had no doubt the woman would continue even if they had an audience.
“Shhh…” She whispered coos near his ear. Her breath tickled. Joey was very aware of the other stimulations occurring. Her hand had carefully brought his pants down, and was eagerly searching for a good grasp on him. She found it, causing Joey to tense.
The soft coos stopped, her voice dilapidating into faint giggles she was trying to hold. Joey began to feel inadequate; a tiny bit offended at her response to grabbing his cock. This warranted no merit to fret about, as she mounted him anyway.
“You know…”
Joey stretched his legs to the brink as her waist hovered over, and then plunged leisurely down upon him. Anticipation racked his nerves. He watched her slowly descend until contact was made, and she paused. He could feel her lips at the very tip of his rod, his shaft being positioned by the soft hand.
“…humans classify us as a species of monster. I don’t necessarily believe that, but I’ve heard some say they see the resemblance.”
She let her entire weight down. Joey shut his eyes, body straining at the sensual stimulus. In one go, no hold bars, he was in the pool and shaking from the warmth rather than icy cold. It was similar, so similar, to the catgirl’s mouth in lubrication. Yet, this simply paled it in comparison. This was a different beast, with muscles sliding on all sides with zero empty space save for the tip. He’d heard of the magical fables of coworkers hitting the “walls” of the woman they shagged due to their self-proclaimed length. He did not hit any wall or end as she sank deeper onto him. He was fine with that. More than fine, actually. At that moment, he would have sworn his soul to a demon if it meant he could feel this for the rest of his life.
He heard her giggle. He opened his eyes to find her unnatural ones locking with his. They were hypnotizing. She appeared to have little difficulty keeping a constant stare, but he had to blink off the waves of elation. This difficulty only grew when she started to move, and he had to eventually shut it all out. He had to concentrate. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He needed to. To have that heat of a summer’s day wrapped tightly around him was his one and only wish in his frantic state.
“Don’ give up now.” She said plainly, reminding him of how his favorite teacher used to offer encouragement.
Oh shit… Ms. Toad was so hot back then! Stop! I’m making myself…
He couldn’t help but imagine Blaire being just as busty under her concealing apparel. He could feel it coming; a surge he wished desperately to stave off.
All the while during this internal struggle, they had barely managed to get three beats in. Blaire was going excruciatingly slow, watching him writhe and wiggle underneath her. He bet she was enjoying it immensely in a different way. She was definitely not experiencing what he was, and he could not give two shits about it. She was purposefully going at this snail’s pace, purposefully teasing him to see how long he could manage under such conditions. Even with the slow pace and lack of emotional attachment, he was still about to blow his load. She wasn’t even topless.
A test, huh? I see your ploy. There’s no way I’m going to—
As her groin slid down on him for the fifth time, she uttered a tiny moan completely alien of her previous lackluster tone. It was reminiscent of Raimey’s fleeting cries from being molested by the catgirl.
Joey let out a startled gasp. His cock pulsed within the confined vaginal walls, filling up the empty space with fresh cum. This apex of primal pleasure was made greater tenfold by Blaire tightening around him. Even after his spasms passed, she remained mounted to squeeze every last drop. Joey became lost in the immaculate waves of euphoria. He only vaguely sensed a chill as she finally separated from his lap. His gag was untied, the cloth placed between Blaire’s legs.
“Hmm.” She rubbed her lower belly as she cleaned up the cum dribbling out of her. “Not as good as I’d expected…”
Joey brought his breathing to some level of normalcy. He was still dazed. “Sorry… for giving you the wrong… idea.”
There was an awkward pause, a moment where Blaire didn’t say anything. The only thing that moved was the crackling fire. Joey was only half aware of this. The other half was replaying what’d just occurred, soaking up every detail and archiving it for later use.
“No.” Blaire nodded to herself. “Not pregnant this time.”
At the sound of the “p” word, the male sprung awake from his stupor. “Pregnant? Oh shit…”
Blaire blinked at his sudden statement, then sputtered into laughter. Joey sat with his flaccidness still open to the steamy air as she gathered herself. “Y—you’re face! Humans are so—pffft AAAAaaahahaha!”
“Ok. You can stop now.”
“Awww… yes. I should.” Blaire wiped at her face. Joey noticed a few smears of cum become attached to her cheek. Her dull tone returned quickly. “I’m saddened to have to say you’re the quickest I’ve ever had.”
Joey felt his cheeks flush. “Well, you’ve ever had a virgin?”
It sort of slipped away from him. He hadn’t meant to give out such an embarrassing fact about something so personal, but he said it anyway. Perhaps it was how he’d just had sex with her that he’d momentarily mistaken her to be someone to trust. She was still a stranger.
“Oh.” Blaire said. “That… put’s things into perspective.”
“Yeah.” Joey said. The situation was beyond awkward now. He wanted to be done with it. “Can you untie me now? My wrists are really chafing.”
“No can do.” She stepped into her fallen pants and wrestled them up. “Sorry. And sorry for… wait. I could have sworn you were fucking the catgirl earlier.”
Joey rolled his eyes. “That was anal. Everyone knows that doesn’t count.”
Blaire tilted her head his way as she tied her pants. “You’re inexperienced. Let’s leave it at that.”
Joey remained silent.
“That’s nothing to fret about. You can gain experience as you work. I doubt the Boss would mind it too much. Might even order it on occasion— I mean. D’ah… listen to me ramble. Just wait a bit longer, will you dear?”
“W—wait!”
Blaire winked, tossed the dirty handkerchief onto the table, and went to the stairs. She disappeared to the upper floor quickly. It was something he would have done had he the ability to. He wondered if she was just as uncomfortable. She sure didn’t sound like it.
With many questions yet unanswered, Joey was left to ponder what “job” she had in store for him. It obviously had to deal with smuggling, and he couldn’t imagine himself stooping that low to pay rent. His paycheck might be missing some zeroes, but he wasn’t about to become a thug just to fuck on occasion.
Or was he—
No. He wasn’t. When this “Boss” person showed up, he would refuse as politely as he could and hope they didn’t hack off any extremities from his body. He had an idea to offering up his dick, sense it was the cause of him being here. He quickly shot down the idea.
That’s when he recalled the slight chill between his legs, and noticed Blaire had not pulled up his pants. He tried grinding his ass against the chair to force them up. He got an edge caught in the fabric, and successfully dropped them further to his knees. He gave up shortly after.
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