Spoilertags: H/F, degradation, BDSM(light), masturbation, squirting

  [colpse]“Your life story is truly unique… but are you certain you aren’t a daughter of Zoraya?” Asks Bulra, with a barely audible smidgeon of disappointment in her voice. I sigh.

  “I’m pretty sure of that” I shake my head. “You could always ask my Creator if you were ever to meet them in person” I suggested.

  “And that’s the part that is the most difficult to believe… how come a being of such immerse power stayed hidden from history and legends?!” Ho! I can see what bugs her about it.

  “Because they didn’t” I state with full conviction. “I’ve met at least three people familiar with the Alchemist just since the Grand Council – including someone with a personal history with them; someone who you should know quite well yourself” Bulra opens her eyes widely… and suddenly there’s a light of realisation in them.

  “Baba Yaga” she says and I confirm with a smile and a nod. “But… why wouldn’t she… ah!” her eyes nearly fall off her head. “So that’s what – or rather who – those vague warnings were about” she falls into a deep thought. “Do you think this Alchemist can be a threat to the tribe?”

  “I don’t think so” I frown. “They seem to be a huge nerd – and somewhat scared of me, if what Azrag lo’Hagha vi’Orahg told me is to be believed. Not to mention that the Eldest Witch definitely prepared some countermeasures for you.”

  “Azrag lo… ah!” She hits a palm of her hand with a fist. “The Troll! And all the elder Witches seem to put him in a high regard… also, as you said, Baba Yaga is here… hmm… Eh!” She finally sighs and waves her hand dismissively. “I won’t be able to find a solution any better than them and there were no issues all this time… I probably will never meet that Alchemist being anyway!”

  “Right” I say with a smile; our conversation has been quite fruitful and, frankly – pleasurable. While the reactions from the patients weren’t what I was looking for, it at least allowed me to understand Kolokons – and, to a degree, Tamarans – better. And to get them even better I will have to learn their religion and mythology – as it is more influential than I thought… which, to be honest, is pin dumb on my part – if not outright shameful.

  All that can wait, though. The time for learning is in the future – now is the time to py!

  “Say, Bulra” I smirk while I call out to the restlessly fidgeting Bobura. “I promised you a reward earlier, didn’t I?” I move to her and y my hand on her knee; she immediately turns crimson red and starts panting heavily. “And I know just how much you desire me” I whisper into her ear coquettishly. “I can smell how real and intense your feelings towards me are – and I know what you want” I gently touch her cheek and move her head, so that our eyes meet. “I just wish to know… why me? What in me makes you so… attracted to me?”

  “I-i-i-it’s… You are p-perfect!” The petite Beaverwoman struggles to speak. “E-everything about y-you l-lines up p-perfectly to m-m-m-my ideal!”

  “Yhm… hooooo…” I breath at her ear, making her moan and squirm in pleasure. “So what is your ideal precisely, my little morsel?”

  “Y-y-you are a-absolutely stunning!” She desperately holds back her voice to avoid shouting as I begin caressing her head. “S-so t-tall! T-towering even!” I pause for a split second; she is indeed very short, reaching about to my navel… I guess it never occurred to me that someone would be so into this kind of size difference. “A-and those muscles!” She practically drools while saying this… and I totally get it this time; my muscuture is amazing! “And-and – y-you are blessed! Blessed by Aranna!” Oh?

  “Are you into women with a little treat in their pants?” I say teasingly.

  “N-not so little… hopefully” she says cheekily, with a glimpse of mischief in her up till now glossy, unfocused eyes.

  “Hoh… wouldn’t then it be easier then, to find a man – one who is tall, muscur, well-endowed… why, I’ve seen quite a few hunks out there – certainly there would be someone for you, no?” I tease her.

  “N-no!” To my shock, a wave of disgust sweeps through her face. “M-men have b-balls… balls s-stink! B-but you… you smell so… so… so intriguing, so sweet, so… so… so intoxicating! Es-ah!-especially h-here, in s-such a s-small tent! Ah! A-and s-so unfamiliar, too!” Unfamiliar, eh?

  “Are all other women like me here your retives?” Frankly, that would be more surprising than her hating men so much.

  “Ah!” She moans loudly as I trace my finger along her spine. “Y-yes” well – that’s surprising… “There’s only one a-another woman… in the tribe… s-so tall… a-and muscur… a-and b-blessed… all at the same time!” Oh? Only a single one in the whole tribe? Tough luck; and she’s probably… “A-and she’s… she’s my a-aunt!” Of course.

  “And what about outsiders? I’m sure there were others who’ve met your standards?”

  “Y-yessss” she moans. “B-but… I… I… I…ah! I’m a… a… a f-freak! A-a weirdo!” I pause; that’s not a confession I was expecting. But Bulra… she… she looks at me desperately, crying. And despite the Potion of Crity, it does take me aback. But her reaction… “No… p-please! D-don’t leave me!”

  “It’s alright” I smile and hug her – gently and compassionately. Then I take a step back and kneel in front of her – just to pnt my lips on hers in a passionate, sweet kiss. I close my eyes and just… let go for a while, just enjoying the moment of our tongues and lips melting together. It’s great and Bulra isn’t half bad at it… but to continue we need to separate at some point – and I still want some answers. “Why would anyone call you ‘weird’? Isn’t it normal to have preferences – even if they are so specific?” That makes Bobura snap out of her dreamy state back into agitated… ashamed, even.

  “T-that’s n-not it” she stutters, while avoiding my gaze. “It-it’s just… it’s b-because” I wait for her in silence, just supportively – I hope – rubbing her hands. It seems to work as the Beaverwoman finally takes a deep breath and our eyes meet again, her being at the same time cloudy from arousal and sparkling with excitement. “I-I-I… I w-want you t-to talk d-down to me, t-to d-d-demean me, t-to p-put me d-down… I w-want you to… to… to be r-rough with me, to… to pull my hair… to… to spank me… to leave me sore and spent… and gravid” she adds the st part in near whisper.

  I’m speechlessly observing the shorter woman – who literally drools as she fantasises about what she wants me to do to her. I did not expect to find someone with such interests in a world with no Internet – and out in the sticks to boot… But on the other hand, it’s not like people consciously pick and choose their own kinks and fetishes. Still, it begs the questions of where and especially how she developed those interests, since they are clearly deemed deviant by her peers. As, it’s not a dealbreaker for me and I can ask her ter.

  All that got me thinking – I look back to all the encounters I’ve had till now – and I feel as if some puzzles fit together, a big picture finally snapping into the existence. The vivid memory of Po’s upset face at a mere suggestion of her being selfish; the way her friends were introduced and how they behaved during our intercourse; the snippets I’ve seen and heard as I was walking around the camp; I can see all of it clearly now: Beastkin – at least the ones belonging to the Nine Sisters Tribe – pay a lot of attention to their partner well-being and satisfaction during the intercourse. And what Bulra demands goes against those motions – at least on the surface, as another, more unexpected memory resurfaces.

  While I didn’t have any romantic encounters in my past life – not that it was really possible with my illness basically isoting me from direct human interaction – that doesn’t mean I had no interest in such things. Sadly, all I could do had to be contained within the realm of fiction – be it in games, TV, books… or, like in this specific case – manga. There’s one title I read a long, long time ago that stands out as relevant to me… as it portrayed a budding, BDSM-themed romance. And while most of the details are pretty hazy, some of it stuck with me – and I feel can be of use now.

  “Bulra” the Bobura snaps at the sound of my voice – and the fact I approach her and lean over her. “The safe word is ‘whiskers’. Repeat it” I chose to use Tamaran for it to clearly set it apart – as so far we’ve been using Kolokon when talking and I intend to use it for our py.

  “W-whiskers!” She says eagerly – even though there’s a smidgeon of uncertainty mixed in her voice. But there’s also curiosity and relief – joy, even – from not being outright rejected; and they dominate over other feelings.

  “Good” I gently stroke her head, making her breath even heavier. “Say it when I do something you don’t like, or are not comfortable with, or causes you actual harm – and I will stop” setting the boundaries and a way to end the py in case of something going wrong are – as far as I remember – the first, most crucial things to do when engaging in BDSM. “Do you understand?”

  “Does it…ah!” Her eyes wide open with joyous shock, she sounds as if she doesn’t believe what is happening… so I pull her hair, like she begged me to do.

  “Yes or no” I say firmly, getting myself familiarized to my role.

  “Y-yesh!” Drops of drool fall to the ground.

  “Good!” I release her – and she plops to the ground, panting, her eyes shining with anticipation as I stand upright, towering over her. “Now – undress, you… you” I am about to say ‘slut’, but… I realise that Kolokon doesn’t have any word even close to it – especially it’s demeaning context. While it’s pretty obvious, now that I think about it, it’s still such an alien concept to me: promiscuity not being shamed in their – our – culture, but its opposite! “Undress, you… you puritan!”

  Bulra’s eyes open wide in surprise, but her quivering, slightly agape lips form a smile as she licks them sciviously – and she scrambles to follow my order. I take this opportunity to look at her features closely, beginning with her small, oval face: I marvel over her medium-long, curly, brown hair, matching the colour of her eyes and capped with cute, beaver ears; over her cute, slightly upturn nose; over small freckles on her cheeks; over her meagre breasts, topped with fully erect and disproportionally rge nipples; over the contrast between her tanned face and limbs and her pale body, covered in flowery tattoos – I recognise roses and poppies – merging with a soaked bush of her nethers under her soft-looking belly; over old scars on her right arm and hip, left by a maw and cws of some beast; over her sleek, lovely ass, covered by her ft, scaly tail; finally – I admire her dripping wet, fertile pussy, it’s engorged, glossy lips barely kept together around her enrged clit, impatiently inviting me to slip between them.

  “Good” I praise her. “Now, kneel” she obeys with an eager yelp and waits expectantly, her face roughly on level with my crotch; I can see in her eyes and feel her gaze on my tightening nethers – she knows what I’m about to order her. But just as I’m about to get my junk into her face, my attention is brought to her human-like hands – and another, even better idea pops into my mind.

  “K-Kora?” The Beaverwoman sounds worried – if not outright panicked – when I freeze midway towards her and step back right after. In response, I straighten my posture, steel my expression and cross my arms on my chest.

  “You’re awfully eager, for such a pitiful virgin” I try to sound as mocking and cold as possible… and that makes Bulra flinch. She also can no longer contain her wide, lustful smile from creeping on her face. “You must masturbate quite often, despite so many beauties around” I shake my head. “How disappointing; how selfish!”

  “N-no!” She remarks with bright red cheeks, getting into her role more and more. “It’s n-not selfish… I-I m-mean…”

  “Oh? So you do know what I’m talking about” I cut her off. “Then show me. Now!”

  “Y-yes!” The Beaverkin barks a quick answer and fidgets a little, changing her position: she now sits on the edge of a her bedding, with her knees wide to the sides while her feet stay on the ground below her – giving me the perfect view of her vagina. She’s ready – and she doesn’t make me wait for long.

  She starts by trailing her fingers along her bia. At first, her movements are a bit nervous and slow – judging by her hands being pretty shaky – but become firmer and faster as she continues. Soon, she moves on to her clit – and her muffled moans become louder. And when she switches to teasing her breasts while she puts her finger inside her pussy, her self control seem to break – her high-pitched voice is keen and resounding, and she inadvertently puts her legs together.

  As she is pleasuring herself, I can feel my dick rising in excitement. There’s a bit of mencholy with a speck of envy to seeing her human-like arms and what she can do with them, as my own are now tipped with cws, rendering me unable to finger myself or others… a huge oversight on Alchemist’s part, in my honest opinion. Oh, well! At least there are other ways to please myself now – I think as I remove my clothes and start gently stroking my red rocket, as I approach Bulra, now clearly deep in her own world, huddled and ying on the side. Her feet and toes outstretched and fidgeting, as her middle and index finger massage the inner walls of her vagina, accompanied by her thumb on her clit vibrating and her other hand tormenting her nipples. I can see she’s close when I lean in, as her moves become frantic and less coordinated; so when I try to roll her on her back and spread her legs in that state, her toes curl, her back curves and pumps her chest up, her voice shrills, and – to my big surprise – she sprays her aromatic love juices, straight on my face.

  “Aaaah! I… I’m… I’m so… so sor-hmgh!” Bulra tries to apologize to me as she is panting – but I silence her with a kiss. I let her taste her own fvour as I subdue her tongue with mine; I even pybite her lips! Simultaneously, I reach to her chest and twist her nipples with my right hand, my left grabbing her hair and teasing her ears. She squirms in pleasure under me and wraps her hands and legs around me.

  “Now then” I say as our mouths separate; I desire her so badly I would be humping her right now if not for the Potion of Crity. “I told you to give me a show, but… who allowed you to cum?” I ask her in a mockingly lecturing tone, trying to make my face expression as stern as possible.

  “I-I’m sorry” the Bobura says while drooling. I smirk.

  “Just apologising is not enough” I continue in the same tone; she seems to really be into this kind of py. “That ck of discipline requires a punishment” Bulra’s ears perk and she licks her lips lustfully – and luckily for her, I know exactly what kind of punishment she needs. “Roll on your stomach and stand on all-fours” I order her, raising myself.

  “Y-yes!” I can see in her eyes the knowledge and expectation of what’s to come, as she takes position I chose; she’s even making sure to hold her butt high – and it makes me smirk.

  “Good… if only you were always so well-behaved… I wouldn’t need to do this!” I finish my sentence with a sp to her asscheek.

  “I-I’m sorry for b-being such a bad girl!” She moans in etion.

  “If only you weren’t so selfish!” I sp her other cheek.

  “”I-I’m sorry for m-my selfishness!” She closes her eyes and twirls her toes in pleasure.

  “If only you weren’t such a prude!” I sp her – this time putting a bit more strength to it; she screeches incoherently in euphoria. “But worry not; I will make sure you’ve been properly deflowered tonight!” I’m pretty sure she’s not a real virgin, as she mentioned having other partners earlier, but… I’m certain she wouldn’t mind – if not outright loved – the pain.

  “Y-yes! T-take me!” She cries, keenly. “I-I’ve been sa-saving myself… for you!” She decres expectantly as I position myself behind her, lining my meat against her slit. And so I push.

  We both howl in pleasure as I penetrate her without issue – obviously meeting no resistance; seems my only worry was unwarranted – so I push hard! And it feels amazing, as her insights are both very slippery and pretty tight. Most amazing, however, is the fact she can take my entire dick inside her; I take advantage of that fact, sliding in and out, faster and faster until I rut her not unlike an animal. I know I’m getting closer – so I grab her hair and pull, while pushing her from the other side. With a yelp, she lies prone on the bedding and I’m on top of her, pressing on her with most of my weight. That’s enough to put her over the edge – and the rhythmical spasms of her walls are too much for me; with one final, strong push I knot her and spray her insides with massive load, as both of us moan incoherently in this explosion of bliss.

  HoraceH.Horney