All Across the Marches [cryosabre]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Astrid gives you a throaty chuckle as she watches you hasten to her rustic-looking bed, eyes firmly affixed to your form as you kneel alongside it and strip away the last few vestiges of your shame before hurrying beneath the furs to cover yourself.

"Good girl... you're learning to listen."

However her praise makes you feel, the sight of her lumbering over to the bed is all the more powerful. Especially when she reaches down and hooks one of her fingers into the side of her loincloth and begins to tug at it. The ties that held it in place so valiantly as you ground yourself back into her strain and strain with each tug, but eventually, Astrid's trip wins out, and the fabric lifts up and off of her groin to dangle freely from her digit.

"I meant what I said earlier, that we're both women, but I've always packed a little... extra. Hope you don't mind."

There's an almost smug confidence in her voice and the quirk of her canine lips at the statement, though you'd be hard-pressed to focus on it when you summon the courage to look over the furs. Her firm, toned midsection leads down and down into a powerful taper between her wide hips, and just a little further down besides you find yourself confronted with it: Astrid's cock. And a rather... magnificent cock at that.

It isn't like the elven men you've known over the years. You can only see what you imagine to be part of it, starting to poke up and out of the sheath you had been working your hips against earlier. Yet even a portion of her maleness is larger than almost every cock you've ever laid eyes on. You imagine that if her biology hadn't taken pains to hide it, her shaft would hang low between her thighs, perhaps even to her knees. It's an angry, red-looking thing, tapered at the tip but growing incredibly, delectably thick as it grows closer to the base. Beneath it, her balls look tantalizingly heavy, hanging like two big, mouthwatering apples in the shadow of her member. You can't help but ponder, perhaps even relish, in your earlier observation: her body, taken as a whole, is like the perfect combination of masculine and feminine traits. Like a fertility goddess made flesh.

One who certainly seems interested in savoring your flesh, as well. The confident she-wolf is swift in joining you in the bed, kneeling along the side such that the sturdy wooden frame creaks under her weight. A big paw comes to peel away your protective shield, exposing your lithe body to her eyes for only a few moment long moments savoring before she hurries over top of you, throwing a thick leg over your hips as she rolls you onto your back, and yanking the furs up to just below her arms to see the two of intimately covered. The moments that follow see her drop forward, resting her weight on those strong forearms of hers that settle on either side of you. Her body presses down against your own, your naked flesh fully experiencing the incredible softness of her fur contrasted with the hard body beneath it, Astrid sandwiching you between her hide and those of countless beasts she must have slain.

Importantly, this also means that you feel her prodigious length slap down against your sex as she nestles against you, the hot, throbbing thickness between her thighs growing all the harder and longer once exposed to the sticky heat between your own. She rumbles, deep and darkly as she gets comfortable atop you, tilting her head such that she can nuzzle her wolf-like face against your cheek and breathe in your scent.

"There we go... That's better, isn't it? We'll get you nice and hot..."

The thick, seductive tone her in voice only adds to the feeling of her powerful hips beginning to rock back and forth, sawing her ridiculous shaft between your bodies as she gets harder and harder with every passing moment, her tapered tip beginning to leave wet little kisses along your belly as she grows to a full, intimidating erection.

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The praise, despite her internal conflict, stirred a submissive longing deep within Syl, and she couldn't help but respond with a soft, "Thank you, Astrid." Before steeling her nerve and slowly turning to her other side, to gaze upon Astrid's magnificent form.

Her eyes, now full of admiration and barely contained lust, remained fixed on Astrid as the wolf-woman approached the bed, the sight of Astrid removing her loincloth, exposing herself fully, sent a wave of anticipation and curiosity through Sylmare. Her heart raced as Astrid spoke, acknowledging the unique aspect of her biology, and she managed a meek nod in response, unable to stop her eyes from feasting upon Astrid's brilliant bitch-breaker.

Astrid's cock, still only partially revealed, was unlike anything Sylmare had ever seen. It was large, almost otherworldly, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of fascination and desire. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in every detail – the tapered, thick shaft and heavy, virile balls hanging beneath, the sight of ot drawing out a beastial need deep within her core as she felt a growing need to get... Hands on with this new revelation. She had known her fair share of men over her hundred odd years of like, but this was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most impressive cock Sylmare ever ever laid eyes on - a fact that caused her love tunnel to practically throb with need as her imagination went wild thinking of the pleasures this thing was probably about to subject her to, if it even fit.

However before she could fully process her thoughts, Astrid joined her in the bed, the frame crying out under her weight as the lupines monstrous paw removed the furs covering Syl, exposing her lithe body to Astrid's hungry gaze. The feeling of Astrid's soft fur against her bare skin contrasted with the hardness of her body beneath, making her feel both vulnerable and incredibly aroused as Astrid's leg came over her hips, pushing her onto her back and forcing Sylmare to look directly up into Astrid's predatory eyes. When the furs were pulled up just enough to cover their intimate entanglement, Sylmare was left trembling beneath her dominant lover, knowing there was no chance of going back now even if she wanted to.

With Astrid pressed down against her, their naked flesh making contact, Sylmare couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation of being pushed further into the soft bed below, Astrid's soft fur combined with her powerful body enveloping Syl's own, creating an intoxicating contrast of predator and prey, submissive and dominant. The comparison was made even more evident as Astrid's voluptuous breasts hung freely above Sylmare's own, dwarfing them in size as the lupines dark nipples rubbed against Syl's lighter toned areola. However, what truly overwhelmed her was the feeling of Astrid's gargantuan length against her sex. The hot, throbbing thickness pressed between their bodies, and Sylmare's desire only intensified as Astrid's length grew harder and longer. It was an intimidating sight and sensation, but one that ignited a primal longing within her.

Astrid's deep, seductive rumble filled the room, and Sylmare couldn't help but gasp in response to the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips instinctively moved in rhythm with Astrid's, their bodies grinding against each other, each drop of liquid excitement left from Astrid's tip along her belly leaving syl breathless. Astrid's words, coupled with her intoxicating voice, further fueled Sylmare's desire.

"Yes, Astrid," she whispered, her voice quivering with longing as she surrendered completely to the powerful wolf-woman. Every movement, every touch sent waves of pleasure and submissive delight through her. Astrid's dominant presence was all-consuming, and Sylmare's hands began to wander as her primal instincts took hold.

Her left hand moved with a hunger-fueled urgency, gripping the back of Astrid's neck, attempting to pull her wolf-like head down closer, longing for the sensation of hot breath against her sensitive neck. At the same time, her right hand snaked up to clutch the fur on Astrid's back, using it as an anchor to arch her hips forward, a desperate yearning to feel Astrid's colossal cock grinding against her insatiable sex. Sylmare's own arousal coated the base of Astrid's shaft with her slick love juices as Astrid's pendulous balls lightly slapped against her exposed cunny, the sticky fluid matting the fur in their fervent embrace. Lost in the depths of her desires, Sylmare willingly opened her legs, raising her knees on either side of Astrid's statuesque body, a silent invitation for Astrid to invade her wet, quivering pussy and completely claim her as her own.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Direct Advance (DC 15): 14+5 = 19, Success!
Arousal Gain (1d10 Bludgeoning Stimulation): 5+3=8
Sylmare Arousal: 15/12

Please make a climax saving throw, DC 15, using your Inhibition modifier. You can always choose to fail a climax saving throw.

When you reach out to grasp at her body out of instinct and desperation, Astrid is swift to press herself down onto you all the harder. Your hand leads her muzzle to bury itself against the crook of your neck, every breath she takes sending lightning up your spine as she drinks in your scent and growls possessively against you. You can feel the powerful muscles of her back tense as she rocks against you, pumping her impossibly large shaft against your sex and your bellies, her hard torso contrasting against your smooth, petite frame. You can feel the nipples brushing against your own as she humps against you, her heavy bust all but spilling out over your own. With her hulking, furry form grinding and rubbing against every inch of your own, her efforts do warm you up quite a bit, the space beneath the furs becoming a furnace.

But she isn't content to just warm you up from outside in. The hot, throbbing cock between her legs yearns for more. With a frustrated snarl, Astrid pushes herself up off of you for a moment, depriving you of the wonderful, soft warmth of her body. The strong arm that had clutched you close snakes down suddenly to the space between you, and when her huge paw of a hand lands on one of your thighs, you understand why. Gripping it taut, she hefts one of your legs up and around her wide hips, such that it can hook around the curve of her sinewy rear. The other leg is made to follow close behind, and without their interference, she reaches down between her own and grips at her shaft.

The tapered head brushes up against your sex as she aligns her own with yours. There's little ceremony before she presses forward, guiding the first inch or two forward and between your lips, her throbbing shaft finding purchase inside you if only barely. Impossibly thick as she is, the tapered shape of her maleness makes the endeavor an easier one to undertake. But only for so long. With her head lodged within you, Astrid lowers herself against you once more, and with the unceremonious drop of her hips that follows, fills your quivering pussy almost to the brim.

"Hhhhrrrrghh fuck! There it is! Mmh... good girl. Take it all for me..."

With her breath on your neck and her praise in your ear, it's hard to think of anything else but the overwhelming need to fuck the Lupine atop you. Or more precisely, be fucked b her. Every inch of your pussy is hers to claim: that much was made evident as she settled her weight back down upon you and pushed the few additional inches required to hit your deepest parts. You're not even sure she's bottomed out entirely, given her sheer scale. It's... It's overwhelming, having so much big, powerful, primal, virile cock inside you. And when she pulls her hips back and drives forward against you, hitting you hard and deep, rutting you into the furs once, then twice, then three times... it's all you can do to keep from squealing out her name.

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As Sylmare reached out to grasp at Astrid's body, her instincts took over in a desperate attempt to cling to something solid amidst the overwhelming sensations, Astrid pressed down onto her with even greater force. With each breath, Astrid's growls reverberated through Sylmare's core, fueling the flames of her arousal until she felt as if she might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.

Sylmare's anticipation only continued to mount as, with a firm grip on her thighs, Astrid guided her legs, wordlessly instructing her to open herself further. Sylmare complied eagerly, her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated the impending ecstasy and as Astrid's thick cock brushed against her eager entrance, Sylmare's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with lust. Her mouth formed into a wordless 'O' as the tapered head of Astrid's cock easily slipped between her lips, Syl's liquid arousal, now thoroughly coating both their hips, ensured there was no resistance to be found. With each inch Astrid forced inside her needy cunt, Sylmare felt an intense feeling growing deep within her as Astrid's thick shaft stretched her to her absolute limits, the pleasure overwhelming the discomfort. She began rocking back against Astrid's euphoric assault on her body, using her legs to pull the wolf-woman forward, pushing the throbbing member further into her wanton box as she finally began to find her voice again, a wave of submissive pleasure coursing through her very soul at being called a good girl.

"Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-strid! O-Oh gods! Please d-don't...ST-STOP!..Oh, Fu---aaaauuughghhh!"

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Climax saving throw (DC15) - 11 + 3(WIS) - 14 FAIL

Syl's intelligible words cut off, replaced by the guttural sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure as, for the first time that night, Syl found herself going over the edge of her pleasure and having a riotous orgasm on Astrid's wonderful beastial cock. With her own face buried in Astrid's strong neck, Sylmare's hand's frantically scrabbled to grab on to something, anything, to steady herself as her whole body trembled, the feeling of the intense orgasm rocking her to her very core. She tried desperately, probably unsuccessfully, to use her legs to hold Astrid still, every small movement of her meaty cock inside Sylmare's tight love tunnel sending more and more intense waves of unbridled pleasure through syl, only intensifying the feeling of her mind-shattering climax as her pussy tried in vain to clamp down on it's throbbing invader, her spasming internal muscles almost working to milk the cock inside her.

The overwhelming sensation left Sylmare gasping for breath, her mind consumed by the need to be filled completely by the lupine atop her as she eventually began to feel her climax subsiding. Lost in the throes of passion, Sylmare surrendered herself completely to Astrid, her body responding instinctively to the lupine's every movement. With each thrust, Astrid's dominance asserted itself over Sylmare, driving her to new heights of pleasure and submission. Every sensation, every touch, seemed to amplify the primal longing deep within Sylmare's core, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment as her whorish moans and crys of ecstacy filled Astrid's makeshift hut.

"Don...don't stop! Fuck me, Ahh-Astrid! H-Harder! Please!" Syl begged as she fell further and further into the depravity of her lust addled mind.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Sylmare Climaxed! Arousal is reduced to half its total! Sylmare Arousal: 7/12
Climax Incapacitation Roll (1d4): 2! Sylmare is Incapacitated for 2 rounds while she recovers!
Astrid Direct Advance (DC 15): 17+5=Success!
Arousal Gain (1d10 Bludgeoning Stimulation): 1+3=4, halved by resistance, 2
Sylmare Arousal: 9/12

You dig your fingers and heels into the Lupine's muscular body as she ruts you into a powerful, world-shaking orgasm, every strong thrust of her hips sending you deeper and deeper into the furs beneath. Each drop of her hips is punctuated by a loud, lewd clap as you soak both yourself and Astrid's groins with your slick juices. Yet even as your tight, wet sex rings and rings at the massive invader spreading it wide, the wolf-woman doesn't seem to stop her pace. If anything, feeling you squirm and kick beneath her, hearing you moan like a bitch in heat as each toe-curling thrust seems to drive the noises out of your lungs, only serves to encourage her. The pace keeps going and going as you recover your wits, panting and gasping against the soft fur of her neck as she grunts and rumbles atop you, utterly dominating your lithe little body with her obscenely powerful physique. When you make your desires known, and cry out for her to go harder, Astrid gives you something resembling a laugh and a growl all at once.

"Yeah? You want it hard? Nice a hard and, haa, and fuckin' deep? Dirty little slut..."

Her heated growls grow in volume as she repositions herself atop you better, using her strong arms for leverage as she starts to rut against you all the more forcefully, causing your little bust to bounce as the impact of her hips radiates through your body, her cock striking so... absurdly... DEEP, with each and every thrust. You can practically feel your tummy bulging as she claims your deepest parts over and over, carving her shape into you. Sweat beads across your silky skin as you find yourself clinging to Astrid for dear life, her warm, welcoming fur stroking against your body as she takes you, the thought of chill long gone from your mind as she snarls into your sensitive ear.

"You like it? Huh? Tell me! Tell me how much you like it, bitch. Tell me how bad you need it! I wanna hear you!"

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Sylmare Recovery Roll (DC 11): 12+2=14, Success!
Astrid Direct Advance (DC 15): 17+5=Success!
Arousal Gain (1d10 Bludgeoning Stimulation): 5+3=8
Sylmare Arousal: 17/12
Sylmare must make a Climax Saving Throw! (DC 15)