Kiri: Worg-Rider in the Tharunian Wastes, Part III [WARNING: GRAPHIC]

 

 

Later in the night Kiri rolled over, feeling the wiry hide of the worg pressed against her. She been sleeping there at its side since some time after sundown. The central cavern would have been dark, but a soft glow persisted. The bio-luminescent fungus and lichen, that either thrived and survived despite the ancient Arcanian ruins here, or perhaps because of them. In the bathing blue-green light she could see the lines of columns and broken walls from a long-abandoned outpost. The collared human harlot, now the prized bitch of this worg pack that had made its den here, realized her lover was stirring.

Sliding and turning its body, the alpha worg moved until its penis thrust out before Kiri’s face, erect and flaming red even in the wan light. Here would be committed bestial blasphemies foul enough to be worthy of the dark priestesses of The Triumvirate.

The beast’s eyes were watching her intently; Kiri dared to meet them for a brief instant, then lowered her gaze quickly and demonstrated her submission, understanding what was expected of her. It growled lightly at her a moment, but moving slowly and non-threateningly, the slave girl took the warg's turgid shaft in her hand. It was rough and covered with the open sores, and still oozed with pus. Pushing aside a momentary hesitancy, Kiri lowered her head and opened her lips wide, moving her mouth to the oozing cock. If the Triumvirate scrutiny-drones were on silent watch, then let them watch, for she was about to give them a worthy show.


Lapping lightly at first, she ran the tip of her eager pink tongue around the fleshy organ, ignoring the initial foulness of the dripping pus. The cock smelled so foul…horrid, but soon light lapping turned to fervent licking, then impassioned slurping as she licked up all the creamy pus. It actually wasn’t that bad, not really, the slave girl reflected, quickly swallowing the rancid pus. She wasn’t even close to finished with that delightful, flaring red piece of raw meat.

Now Kiri began to suck, taking the shaft in her hands, she sucked and slurped the large head with enthusiasm. The smell of the worg's infected groin was nauseating…the taste of the dripping infected penis disgusting…but Kiri ignored both and concentrated on pleasuring the worg. It was not long become it came with a low howl and she choked from the massive release of its testicles. It was impossible to take it all in; much of the semen ran from her lips but Kiri thirstily gulped as much as she could. The massive and muscular hindquarters lunged forward instinctively, but she pulled back, knowing what the eager and charging thing might do to her. Rammed into the soft depths of her throat it could kill her easily. Turning about quickly, she stretched her bottoms aside slightly. Raising her pantied ass to the alpha worg, she plucked the elasticized leg banding off her ass, pulling the wide seat of her briefs aside until her cunt was soon gliding on the ruby cock, and her fingers grabbed hold of broken rocks beneath them, bracing herself for the inevitable thrust.


“Aggghhhhhh!!!” She screamed in agony, the warg impaling her in one brutal thrust, the huge knotted base of its cock pushing right up to her swollen lips.



A splash of foamy white hit the rocks in front of her, splattering on her face and heaving, dangling breasts. She licked her lips, tasting the come. A younger pack member had come right up to the pair, the alpha either not seeming to care or notice. The smaller worg was only slightly less endowed than its leader- In its excitement it had come prematurely, spurting its load on the cavern floor.

Coherent enough to do so, Kiri beckoned to it, the younger worg awkwardly turning about until its hindquarters faced her, seemingly understanding her intentions. Kiri shifted her weight to her left hand and eagerly grabbed for the anxious worg penis. Most of its load was all over the rocks, but Kiri sucked it for all she was worth. Slurping hard, she sucked and swallowed the last drops as the stream subsided. Despite the smaller size, the cock was still ponderous- the balls still swollen enough with cum to give Kiri another good meal.

A low rumble from the pack leader’s throat urged the other backward, and Kiri fell forward, ass impaled as the knot swelled inside her vagina again. Face to the wet and sticky cave floor, she lapped hungrily at the spilled worg seed, taking it in both ends at once as her cunt bloated with semen once more. Among the wet lapping of her tongue, thick drops of semen splattered loudly to the stone between her knees, where it squirted out around the gigantic cock spearing her tortured cunt. After a long while the huge worg’s knot deflated and finally withdrew, dumping a loud splash of semen on the cavern floor.


It was only a matter of time before their activities roused some of the pack and another large male approached her. Feeling the weight of the worg on her back and the front legs around her chest, Kiri looked down between her skinny thighs and could see the stiffening cock dangling, dripping with even more pre-cum and pus. The gusset of her plastic underpants bulged with the swollen meat within; cunt lips bruised and battered, the worg's penis sliding smoothly on the material where it stretched between her tight buttocks. The pack was sitting up and watching, and Kiri screamed once again: The worg’s hindquarters tensed then lunged. The swollen red cock thrust, spearing her. Dawn seemed like it was a minor eternity away… 

Kiri: Worg-Rider in the Tharunian Wastes, Part II [WARNING: GRAPHIC]

As the road pressed eastward, she noticed odd, bluish and mossy growth bordered close on the road at various points, clearly tapping an unseen water source, and she had to pick through the edge of the flora to stay off the road itself. Some of the cries of the creatures were quite chilling, sounding familiar but subtly different. She paused dead in her tracks as a huge worg leapt from the undergrowth. Spotted and striped it was over tan fur, a desert variety of worg it was.


She was shocked by its appearance, being either diseased or perhaps even decaying from some serious ailment, but it was clearly no simple worg upon inspection. Yellow eyes fixed wide and fierce on her, framing wide grinning jaws set with discolored fangs, but Kiri's eyes went immediately to its thick, heavy member projecting between its rear legs, brightly discolored and infected. Despite the fact it was slick with something nasty, Kiri had a perverse thought of having that thing between her legs…or slurping eagerly on it with lips parted. She moved slightly back as it spiraled closer in to its prey, unsure of its total intentions. If it did not intend to eat her, she was not necessarily opposed to a fuck with the thing. She had to admit she'd never mated with a worg, normal or otherwise, but was more concerned what diseases the thing was packing in its turgid cock along with its cum.

This beast however did seem a worg, but some uncommonly diseased breed of worg. Based on the stink of the thing, even at this many paces, it might have been an undead. Unlike their wolf brethren, they hailed from a deep epoch in prehistory, large and virile, rumored to be even more fecund. This one certainly seemed to have the right equipment for an alpha male. Despite their bestial appearance, wargs had a language of their own, and were rumored to have a simple society. Like their smaller wolf brethren they often moved in packs. They hunted, they fed, and they were often on the prowl for a new pack bitch.


She licked her lips again as she noted a dribble of premature come glistening on the head of the massive cock. Full lips that were often pursed licentiously, smeared thickly with brilliant red, lipstick.


Kiri had not drawn her weapon, trying to appear as non-threatening as she could, while trying to determine if it was looking for fresh food or sex. She studied its clouded eyes as it closed in, trying to judge its disposition, but found it increasingly hard not to linger on that perilously huge canine cock. Kiri was trembling from a mixture of fright and excitement over her situation, and her body was rapidly preparing itself for sex. The lupine penis was turgid and flaring crimson, mottled with dark veins. It was covered with sores, many of which were leaking pus. It was thoroughly disgusting, but Kiri found her eyes fixed firmly on that cock, licking her lips hungrily. The urge to suck a mouthful of seed from the massive thing made her salivate, even to lap at the pus sliming the massive thing; she felt a gathering warmth in her crotch from the mere thought of being impaled on the thing.




The worg lowered its head, moving slowly forward a couple steps. Large nostrils flared, the sound of whiffing as it took in her scent. Again, was it smelling fresh meat or her wet sex? A sonorous rumble came from its throat, powerful but not entirely alarming.

Kiri cried in terror as the worg was upon her with alarming speed, and felt herself fall under its momentum. Her honed reactions as a female fighter finally urged her blade from its sheath with a loud, quick hiss, but she never got to use it. She quickly found herself on her back on the spongy wet ground of the marsh, with the worg on top of her.


It was easily two or three times her own weight, and between its sheer mass and its bestial strength, the blonde barbarian slave was pinned absolutely helpless underneath it. With the sizable paws pressing atop her shoulders, Kiri was afforded minimal use of her arms; certainly not enough to be able to defend herself, the fingers of her right hand only lightly gripping the leather wrapping of her sword hilt, She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes, cowering in terror as she felt the teeth sink into her right shoulder. She felt the blood well up around the piercing fangs, but the worg was large and powerful enough that Kiri knew it could tear her arm off it so wished. The fact that it elected to keep her pinned and gnaw on her bared flesh seemed to indicate it was establishing its dominance over her. She felt the warmth through the fur, the hot jaws…it was most certainly not undead, but it was riddled with seeping maladies.

Well that was easy enough, Kiri reflected. She had every intention of letting the worg and have its way with her…not that she would have been able to anything about it had she thought otherwise. The bestial growling was accompanied by her own terrified and aroused whimpering as the worg continued to gnaw at her. Thoroughly the masochist, the pain soon had her eager, the sight of her blood welling up around the warg’s teeth only intensifying the experience for her. The jaws clamped like iron, tormenting and frightening. Forgetting any intentions of retrieving her weapon, she turned her palms upward, holding still and offering her complete surrender and submission.


Briefly the jaws released, and the head raised, but still Kiri dared not move. Her fingers ever so lightly felt the hilt of her sword, but she made no effort to use it.


The worg’s back arched, and the massive head lowered once more, the snout settling between her legs, the nostrils flaring once more with heavy inhalation as it pressed deeply into the wide crotch of her white plastic briefs . There could be no question what the creature wanted now, and Kiri spread her thighs widely, relieved that she might not be immediately torn to shreds and eaten, but now quivering with fearful anticipation, a pleasant gathering sensation in her lubricating cunt that she was about to actually feel and perhaps even taste that enormous swollen wolf cock. Gingerly squirming her hips so to prevent a sudden attack, she gradually spread her thighs wider.

Spread them wider...


More....


More. Until it began to hurt.


More, until the tendons in her inner thighs cramped and ached, trained as bowstrings, leaving the wide crotch of her plastic briefs pulled taut between them. The elastic leg holes dug into the flesh around the tops of her thighs, holding the briefs crackling tight and big on her hips. The waterproof plastic within the borders of the huge, curved crotch seam was pulled into deep puckers that gathered at the edge of the leg hole elastic. Pulled in long, flat creases that stretched the entire, wide girth of the crotch. 

Many a times this had been the exact scene; Kiri on her back and utterly helpless, crotch spread wide open to an attacker. A readied sword blade or hatchet, or a sharpened spear...all too often having made the gruesome penetration sought by both attacker and victim.






Now she felt the weight of the worg's hindquarters lowering between her own legs until she could feel the matted and wiry fur against her thighs. She felt the heavy and turgid cock thump against the inside of her left thigh, then felt the large head pushing hard against the crotch of her white plastic briefs. Kiri glanced down to see that the pre-cum was leaking heavily from it, thickened and whitened with oozing pus like souring milk, dribbling thickly on the gusset of her waterproof underpants, pooling in the creases of the tightly stretched vinyl plastic, the head of the cock gliding wetly over the slick material. She was relieved to see that the worg was interested in sex and not devouring her just yet, and by now her body was thoroughly aroused and ready to receive it. In her panic the slave girl had wet herself and the taut material yellowed around the probing member, surging with tepid urine.

Kiri was rather surprised that she was not mounted on all fours and taken from behind like a female worg, but rather the thing was intent on violating her face to face. She was contented; the penetration would be much more intimate this way and she would be especially more helpless in this position. It was that very real sense of absolute helplessness that had her channel slick and oozing, waiting for the worg’s cock.



She maneuvered her hand down to the crotch of her plastic briefs, her fingers sliding in the worg's fouled ejaculate, feeling the pressure of the cock intensifying on her. Between the tight, elastic leg banding of her undergarment, the wide gusset was pulled taut into many folds and creases; each one of them a hollow where the dribbling worg semen and pus pooled relentlessly, filling every pucker in the leakproof material before runneling in streams over her lower buttocks, pooling on the ground beneath her. Her urine flooded into the crotch, soaking and staining the rubbery elastic yellow where it seeped out, bubbling in the pre-cum that slimed the leg holes. Only that much more of the sticky seed that would be pumped into her, once penetration was achieved. She had heard more than one rumor on how often such a creature could cum; forcefully, and in tremendous quantity.


She reached up and took hold of a heavy testicle the size of a small melon…felt around until she had found the base of the swollen cock. No doubt at all that the worg would be able to cum profusely, those gnarled testes hung low and heavy, engorged with worg semen. She could only partially wrap her fingers about the base of the cock where it protruded from the thick knot common to dog penises, but began to stroke it as best she could, feeling the nauseating slickness of the pus running from numerous sores on it, and knew that would make the well lubricated cock enter her that much easier. Finding a way to turn the situation more positive, Kiri knew the sex was going to be very messy and enjoyable. Her fingers pulled at the right leg hole of the briefs; slick with cum the digits slipped several times, releasing the taut elastic several times on the inside of her thigh before getting purchase on it. Getting two fingers under the tight leg banding, she tugged the crotch to one side with a loud crackle of stretched, wet plastic.

Once again the jaws relaxed, releasing her. The low howl rumbled from its throat as worg cock met human cunt, and found it both pleasing and more than ready for it.

Kiri cried anxiously, helplessly as swollen penis instantly found her orifice, and she felt the large head spread her wide and push inward, her urine streaming warmly from her plastic briefs. Lifting her hips somewhat, she pushed herself against the tip until it popped snugly into her cunt, holding her hips still for the inevitability of it, with all the resign of a condemned awaiting the thrust of an impaling spear.

“Ohhhh!!”, the skinny slave cried throatily, impaled, her sword slipping from her reach completely. She no longer cared; Kiri’s only thoughts were on her need to be defeated and raped.

The thrusting member had found her cunt yawning ready and well-lubricated, wasting no time, it rammed up inside her. She reflexively drew her legs up and spread her thighs widely, her hand returning to the throbbing shaft to help urge it in, but there was no need, she had been well penetrated. As the worg began to enter her, Kiri withdrew her hand to her mouth, her fingers glistening with the ejaculate. She licked and suckled at her fingers, taking in the odd flavor of the stuff, her mind reeling with the fact that was actually mating with a worg, but she was far too excited by the experience to go back now, and was only concerned with continuing and completing the rape.

With a fierce thrust of its mangy hindquarters, the worg rammed its dripping cock deep, brutally deep, with absolutely no thought to her distress, and total focus on its needs and pleasure, forcing an agonized scream of pain from the collared and pantied slave’s crimson red lips. Oh, it hurt SO bad, but it was such a good, satisfying hurt! She screamed and moaned as each powerful thrust slammed her hips against the ground, the backside of her white plastic briefs dragging loudly over the gravely sand. The cock’s knot was resting right up against her inner lips, slapping against them with each thrust. With each and every lunge it forced pre-cum from her gash. Cum, pus and lubrication made a nasty, wet sucking sound as the enormous red wolf meat glided in and out of her eager slave’s slit. The leg elastic was pulled tight around the shaft, producing a taut, slick sound as the organ pistoned in and and out of her, the elastic popping and snapping as it rolled and stretched against the cock. Rubber elastic that was now darkering with blood; her blood that spattered in droplets from the cunt-splitting penetration: The worg's cock was like having a wooden pole hammered up her bleeding channel.

 
Kiri turned her head until she was looking at the fearsome jaws of the worg. Its breath was atrocious and reeked of decay and rotted meat, but she was much too aroused to care. Pushing the feral stink of the creature and the thought of the awful diseases that were surely was being injected into her out of her mind, she focused on the exciting prospect of the primal and bestial sex she was having. Trying to control her fear, she looked up at the clouded eyes and the gnashing teeth, licking her lips until they were wet and glistening, and mere inches from the gleaming teeth, pursed invitingly to her attacker. For a brief moment the slobbering tongue, dripping with foamy saliva met her lips. Tasting the wet smack on her mouth, her tongue anxiously met it, slashing about each other in what might have amounted to a moment of tender intimacy shared with the creature.


Oh gods! If only some of her old companions could see her now! Kiri, Tharunian, barbarian slave-whore. Collared Bitch of Loviatar. Torture Slave of Veela. Rider of the Worg Penis. What a thrillingly helpless path destiny had thrown her!


Kiri cried aloud as the worg drove harder and harder inside her, thrusting with bestial obsession, the slimy and infected cock forcing itself savagely and rupturing her cunt until a burst of blood spurted  out. Despite her looseness, the massive member split her open agonizingly and the pain brought the licentious naked slave to the brink of orgasm. Kiri brought up her legs to wrap them about the narrowest portion of its body, pulling her hips snug against its haunches as she screams from the throes of a powerful and pain-wracked climax. Now the blood came; flowing fresh, warm and thick in steady rivulets. For most women it would have been sheer torture, but she was Kiri the collared Tharunian .

She had endured the worst of torture at hands of tribes on Tharun. She’d endured crucifixion at the hands of Veela, stripped to her collar and white plastic briefs as she was now, cruel rusted steel spikes hammered into her wrists and ankles, leaving her writhing screaming in agony on a wooden T-post for the amusement of her captors. She had known what true pain was. This level of pain and blood only drove her into mad, delirious excitement.


A rational corner of her mind was still questioning her moment of passion with the sickly worg, but she was too overwhelmed by her excitement to give it a second thought. Much of the blonde slave’s brain was nearly as bestial as the impaling worg’s; just as eager to slake savage lusts through helpless sex here in the wild lands of the wastes. She was screaming from the snapping teeth nipping at her, and soon the surrounding valley echoed with the worg’s howl, accompanied by Kiri’s painfully excited screams of helplessness…nearly as incoherent and animalistic as her assailant. The worg’s knot pushed in between her cunt lips and swelled. 


The thrusting ceased; the bulb of the worg’s cock had distended to its maximum size, and Kiri screamed, held and impaled. The beast then tensed and held still, and she felt the warm rush: A stream, no, a veritable flood of hot cum was spurting and splashing onto her cervix, filling her blood-flooded cunt. With a hoarse scream she finally came, desperately clinging to the fur of her rapist.

As the warg’s penis held her and pumped, the cries came back to them, echoing from the nearby wastes. The howls and cries of the victorious and vanquished.

The worg, victor, and declaring its mastery as it came profusely. The collared slave, crying out her climax and submission. For both of them, an apex of life had been reached in the harsh Tharunian wastes, both fulfilling their role as nature had intended. Kiri could not imagine being anywhere else .


Now, sex with such a beast was not a quick or easy thing. Even a common dog would lock its mate in place with the swollen knot of its cock, but the worg’s member was much larger; not quite the size of a small horse. Its massive weight and strength held her unquestionably in a position of helplessness and openness. She couldn’t even begin to consider escape. By then, Kiri knew she hadn’t the slightest interest in escape, mad with arousal and lust. All she wanted was to fuck and fuck with the worg…if only she’d known sex with the beast as going to be this-


Oh gods…THIS GOOD!


And for a very long there she lay, with that huge slimy thing impaling her pantied hips, gushing its warm seed into her and filling her. Wallowing in an ocean of painful excitement, she was cooing and crying helplessly, coming down from the heights of her first brutally forced orgasm, but swiftly being pushed toward the next. Wrapping her legs snugger about the haunches, she pressed her crotch tightly into the mass of tangled wiry pubic hair and laid back as the cock pumped and pumped again, then holding again to deliver a heavy spray of come. A second time Kiri came, crying helplessly as the worg cock nailed her hips to the ground and held them there.


And pumped and pumped and pumped. Spurting and spurting…it was shocking, so beastly obscene how much come was being forced into her! By her third climax, Kiri was cursing like a whore in a pier-side alehouse.


“Nnnhhh….UnnhhHH!! FUCK Kiri! FUCK KIRI GODS DAMNIT!!!”



Perhaps an hour had passed, perhaps more, and to the barbarian slave it became a minor eternity, wallowing in the pain and delirious excitement, all the while savoring that wonderful, wonderful feeling of loads of hot cum filling her ass. Five times the beast had spiked her to the ground and held her there as the come came hot and fierce. Five times she had screamed in the throes of raped orgasm like she’d never known it.




Finally, it was over. She was shuddering with pain and pleasure as the worg pulled back and out of her, squirting streams of its cum over her quivering body. Thick and milky, heavy ropes of the stuff ran from the swollen red head of the cock to her yawning cunt, streamed and marbled with bright red from her blood. She could only lay there shuddering, absolutely ravaged by the feelings tearing through her body. The pain and the gratification produced a weakness that was difficult to imagine- all her muscles felt like jelly, unable to summon more than a painful spasm from them. Only her lungs worked properly- overworked as she gasped and gulped for air to burn from the exertion.


After a time, she had lifted her slimy fingers to her face, tasting the creature's obscenity once again. Kiri was licking the worg’s come from her fingers as another pair of eyes came into view. That would be the first of the worg pack. At behest of the pack leader she was left alone…for now. As the hazy sun settled toward the shoulder between two mountain peaks she was taken off the path and deeply across the wasteland, until the pack’s cave was reached... 

Kiri: Worg-Rider in the Tharunian Wastes, Part I [WARNING: GRAPHIC]

Disclaimer: The following story was posted just under a year ago on a fanfic board, where it was well-received. As my character origin thread has met only positive feedback so far, I repost it here.

This story includes graphic content including hardcore sex, violence, horror and bestiality. If these things are not your cup of tea, scroll no further down. However, if ye be a perverse follower true to the dark glory that was and is Acheron, read on.

 

 

 

Stuttering winds swept over the rocky wasteland, pushing ahead of the grim, amber clouds laden with sand churning between hoodoos and rock spire, bearing a threatening look that hinted of a full-fledged sandstorm. Cactus and ancient, dead trees swayed in the breeze, now and then the shifting winds collaborated to form rippling waves over the surface of the sand on either side of the pebble and broken cobblestone road .

Kiri. Tharunian slave and harlot. She had left her steed at the last outpost in the care of the border guard, having ridden there from the previous village not long past daybreak. From here, stealth was much more needed than speed, and she went on foot, her rogue’s skill allowing her to shadow the trail as she followed it, a hazy reddish sun flickering through the blanketing clouds at her back. She had been sent out here to watch the movements of the ever-restless Lurker tribes. The main trail was passed over here and there by smaller game trails. Hares and various fauna leaping or scuttling from cactus to cactus, from brush to rock.

At one time she had been spied by a worg on the prowl. For a lingering moment the worg’s gaze met her own blue-gray eyes. It was off a fair distance on the hillside where it inclined up the side of the valley, but close enough to reach her in one rushing charge if it chose to do so.

Casually she reached over her shoulder, slipping slender fingers about the hilt of her sword where it rested in its sheath between her bare shoulder blades, hanging from the chain baldric wrapped over her right shoulder and strapped securely between bared breasts, nipples dangling long and erect as they faced the sandy abrasion of the desert winds.

Finally the worg moved on, and her wrapped hide boots contoured the ground to just one side of the trail, avoiding the frequent patches of loose sand and the footprints they might leave. Metal bracers fastened on her wrists, her right upper arm sporting a silver-gilt armband, and a thick steel collar was clamped tightly on her pale throat. A thin strip of rubber elastic enclosed her waist, pulling tight a pair of white vinyl plastic briefs, the wide crotch of which was pulled tightly between her legs and stretched over firm buttocks. Salted from her sweat and stained and yellowed with urine. It was all the barbarian slave wore.

Platinum blonde locks draped over the silvered, metal circlet on her head, which Kiri brushed aside idly as she surveyed the land ahead and behind. One time she had spied a group of men; a Lurker patrol and there were four of them, making their way west. She would have to make note of that to village’s chieftain, but today it was her goal to reach the outskirts of the Lurker settlements; over a good league away in the wastes. Little did she suspect she was not going to make it there on this day. The ground was growing a bit flatter, receding from the lower rock formations.