Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (11 page)

I suck his cock like it was the last thing on this Earth.

I pull back again, with his skin stretching and the end of his cock in my mouth. The deep suction drags on his pole as hard as I can manage, my lips making a deep sucking and slurping noise. I feel my taut stomach pull in under my halter, and the tendons on my neck pull out slightly as I suck my very hardest, and the man groans like he is in pain.

Good bards play music and sing songs. Great bards can suck cock with their innocent and pretty little mouths.

If only my fans knew.

I stare at the priestess innocently, the man’s cock warm and throbbing in my mouth. I let it go with a pop, and then begin tonguing the purple end around and around, spit dripping off of my mouth and his cock, coating my breasts with long drops of saliva and pre-cum. I lick the sides, stroking his meat with the flat of my tongue, kissing it and wrapping my lips along the shaft every so often. I kiss the man’s smooth balls, playing with them with my wet tongue, and then place my outstretched tongue on the flap of skin between his balls and root of his cock.

He groans again, and I feel his pulse quicken in his legs. The heat coming from this man’s loins is incredible, and every one of the muscles in his legs and hips are tensed and as hard as steel. I keep a hand firmly and deeply in the man’s ass, and use my fingernail to prod inside.

I shove the end of my finger into the man’s clenching asshole, probing it, moving it in slow circles as I massage his balls with my tongue.

I stare in the priestess’ eyes as I run my outstretched tongue all the way up the bottom of the high priest’s cock. She gasps at me, shocked, her hand on her chest, her breaths quick, and her body covered by a sweetly sticky fine sheen of sweat.

You worship your God-King Amarus.

I worship cock.

Which one do you think gives you more power?

I hold his hips tightly, and begin thrusting him into my mouth, faster and faster. He reaches down and holds my head, and the high priest face fucks me, his balls slapping off my chin, his cock slamming my face, and the end of his cock pounding in and out of my gasping throat.

He’s groaning, moaning, his eyes glazed and his hips thrusting as he deep throats me, and I enjoy every fucking thrust. I stop him and suck furiously, spit and pre-cum dripping from my chin, and I pull the skin on his cock as far back as it will go.

He’s shaking, his hips are a solid, sweating mass of flexed muscles, and his cock is raging, jumping up and down by itself, and his body is about to come.

Not just his cock, but his whole body is primed to release. Into my sweet mouth. Onto my perfect face. All over my sumptuous body.

This is how I perform.

The high priest is sweating, tense, totally focused on me, with his face red and hands shaking. His cock swells, and I see the telltale signs of his hips freezing up, his ass clenching, and his body starting to convulse.

Give me it.

My mouth first.

I hold my mouth wide open, my tongue out and ready to catch his cum. I stroke his cock with my free hand, and continue fingering his tightened asshole with my other. I shove my finger deep into his ass, massaging his sensitive spot, and he starts to spasm.

Clear pre-cum rushes out of his cock in a short spurt, followed by the longest rope of milky white sperm a man has ever shot directly into my waiting mouth. It doesn’t end, it snakes out in a long spiral, coating my closed throat, tongue, teeth, and the roof of my mouth with his sticky, musky, salty treat. A second shot follows the first, this one with so much power it reflects out of my mouth and lands on my left breast in a white pool that slides between my sweat-covered cleavage.

I pull back some, and grip his cock so tight it turns red. I aim his dripping and sperm-filled piss-hole directly at my face.

He groans like a wounded bear as his third shot of sperm barrels out of his cock, the milky liquid landing on my forehead, crossing my nose, doing a complete circle on my cheek, and covering my lips and chin. It’s warm, wet, and I feel the heavy gobs dripping down my face already.

I stare up in his eyes, the man can’t believe someone is doing this for him. His face is twisted in passion, the wrinkles around his eyes deep, his teeth bared, and his breaths coming quick.

“Do you have any more?” I say, my fist tightening and jerking his spurting cock off furiously.

I certainly haven’t had enough yet.

He rewards me with another long spurt which comes from deep inside his body, and he moans in pleasure as he throws his head back. It is a milky mix of long spermy gobs and clear liquid which I take directly in my hair, crossing my forehead and eye, soaking my nose with a sticky white glob, and the rest of his cum squirting into my open mouth. The end of this massive wad is followed by four quick spurts of clear liquid mixed with cloudy sperm, almost completely filling my mouth with his cream.

He feels like he is subsiding, and I pump him harder, shooting the next four weak, almost clear liquid-like shots of sperm directly onto my breasts, where they belong.

I look up into his eyes. I am his sperm-covered little devotee, sucking the rest of his milk from his cock, sperm crossing my eyelashes, and my mouth filled with his milk. Even my hands are covered, long white strings of warm cum sticking to my fingers and roping between them.

“Ice-bow,” Keller says, collapsing back against the table in exhaustion. “By the God-King’s light.”

I can’t say anything, for my mouth is still filled with hot cum. I nod, blinking, feeling the warm cum slide down my face.

The priestess’ breaths come short, and she sits next to me, transfixed on me in shock. Her eyes are wide, her lower lip trembles, and she grips her robes with white-knuckled fists.

I lean close to her, letting her watch my sperm-filled mouth draw close to her. She retreats, but I grab her hair with my cum-covered hand and pull her close. She gasps, eyes looking into mine, and she opens her mouth hesitantly, slowly, and then closes her eyes as we kiss.

Her mouth fills with sperm and my saliva as we kiss in a messy, sloppy embrace of our lips. She moans softly as I give her the offering, her eyes wincing, her tongue probing my milk-filled mouth, the semen on our lips making them slide together as long strings drip out and coat our chins. I rub my face against hers, slick semen covering her, as we both have to swallow parts of the load before we have room to deep kiss, our mouths still full of his milk, our lips locked together, our tongues bathing in the man’s seed while they rub together.

We end up fighting to suck the last of his sperm out of each other’s mouths as we kiss and swallow down the last of his load, our cheeks pulling in, my hand on the side of her slick face, our eyes closed in this passionate and unfamiliar kiss. My mouth is slightly larger than hers, so she fights to keep up, but I let her have my mouth once or twice as she consumes my kiss and I feel her hand grab my slick, sperm and leather covered breast.

We part, leaving a string of cum between our lips that hangs between us for a moment before it breaks and clings to our chins.

Her sun-emblazoned robes are ruined, wet spots covering her breasts, and a pool of sperm on her lap. I scoop it up with my fingers, and hold it in front of her. She sucks the cum and spit from my fingers as if it were a cock, working them with her dainty tongue, and licking them as I did. She finishes my offering by sucking the two fingers hard, her cheeks denting in tightly before she lets them go with a pop.

I smile, kissing Faith’s cum-covered lips for a moment and holding her wet cheeks. “You learn well.”

She smiles, kissing me back passionately like an eager student of cock-sucking and bisexual lesbian lust. She muffles something, and I suck her mouth hard, squeeze her pert breast, and tongue each other before we part with a loud gasp.

“You are an excellent teacher, Miss Icebow,” she says.

Captain Garrus sits across the way, his face sweating, his hand furiously pumping his cock. I motion for him. “Come. My student wishes to show us what she has learned.”

Chapter 12:

I Follow

I chase a dragon with two bolts left for my crossbow, a dagger in my boot, and a broadsword on my back. It isn’t the best equipment to go dragon-hunting with, and dragon-hunting itself is a bit of a paradox.

No one has ever hunted them before.

These are creatures of myth, and they have never been seen in the skies of the Northlands, ever. Perhaps drunkards saw them, and sheep herders in high mountain glades report sightings of things they do not understand, but in these lands the soaring might of a dragon overhead? Never.

But I am Brenna the Hunter, and once I choose my prey, I do not stop. I run through a forgotten land, this hidden valley is lush and fertile, an amazing land with warm air, green trees, and jagged cliffs soaring overhead. A mighty river rages through the heart of this valley, falling down giant boulders and cutting deep channels into the stone with the water running hundreds of feet deep in places. The river is so crisp and clear I can see all the way to the bottom.

This is an untouched place of wonder and beauty.

And this place is home to overgrown ruins, grand temples falling into ruin dedicated to fire and air, earth and water. The stones of these places lay toppled and asunder, with trees growing between giant blocks, moss covering stone pillars, and nature slowly taking back what it once owned. Every half-league would lie another grand temple along this river, connected by broken causeways covered in weed-strewn stone.

I stopped once, to take in water and some scavenged berries and roots, just to get my strength back. I knew it wasn’t enough, but I had been going for days on minimal food and water on the run. The hardest thing is to rest and eat while you know someone you care about is in danger. You can’t rest in times like those, just maintain yourself just enough to keep going until the bitter end.

Do I care about her?

More than money?

I thought about this when I ate. I couldn’t stand to see her hurt. She has feelings for me, and I can’t ignore them. To do so would be cruel.

I am not a cruel person.

I believe in my goodness.

So I kept running.

The first temple I passed was devoted to water, and I had to cross a wide canal flowing out of the temple proper. A hundred small channels and a hundred waterfalls covered the front of that sacred place, all merging together in one mighty channel that flowed out into the main river. Had there not been a bridge over the main channel I would have lost a lot of time crossing higher up the temple’s mesa-like construction, but the bridge was sound and made of stone so this marvelous place did not slow me down.

The second temple was devoted to the air, with grand sweeping arches catching the wind, and moss covered chains covered with thousands of large bells hanging in the wind. The strands still held, with rust not wearing them down, but the overgrowth kept most of the giant wind-chimes quiet and motionless. I must have run under dozens of these arches, wondering why they stayed silent, and hoping they wouldn’t fall on my head.

The third temple was devoted to the earth, with a grand stone stepped pyramid taking up the central ground of the temple. This place was as desolate and as lost as the others, but the stone remained pure and free of overgrowth. Giant veins of quartz and sapphire ran through these stones, along with polished veins of gold and silver. The stones of this temple were huge, as big as houses, and polished to a mirror-like shine. Impossible, but true. The entire temple glimmered and sparkled in the light, and was an amazing sight of riches and magnificent beauty.

Of all of the temples, this is the one I liked the best.

I could imagine the greedy hand of man ruining this place once it was found as well, for there was enough wealth entombed here to arm a thousand kingdoms for a thousand years.

The final temple lay at the end of the valley, the mighty river running into a giant chasm, a grand crack in the mountains at the valley’s end, and disappearing as it went underground. A great billow of steam rose from the valley’s end, and I begin to pass geysers and sulfur-smelling hot springs as the valley drew closed.

This was a place of fire, and I feel the warmth through the soles of my boots.

The temple to what I felt was fire lay at the valley’s end, a grand maw, a mouth carved hundreds of feet around, opening up on the end of the valley and swallowing the river whole. Great pillars of steam arose out of this stone beast’s mouth and nostrils, likely volcanic steam from when water was vaporized from the heat of magma. Two giant ruby eyes from this beast’s face stare out upon the valley, each ruby larger than a house or a sailing ship, and they burn with red fire as I gaze upon them. And atop this giant face lies a stone crown.

And this is where I saw the dragon fly. Straight into the mouth of the beast.

As I stand by the river and its final destination, I wonder if this is all worth it. If a thousand coins of gold by the mayor of the Crossroads is worth all this trouble?

I don’t know.

Who is this girl? Who is she and why is she sought by a legion of bandits, or Imperials, and also a dragon? She must be worth more than a thousand coins of gold by any means or measure.

And what is this place? A place so rugged and beautiful full of temples to gods I never knew, or are they the forces of the Earth itself?

I do not know.

And why bring her here? By the gods had I played a small part in this as well, escaping with the girl to this place? Was my hand somehow guided by the manipulation of the gods that I take her here? Was her being captured by the drakeworm some sort of plan to have me escort this girl and protect her from danger, only to have her taken away by this great and ancient beast?

Have I been led along all this time?

In a way, does it matter?

Does it matter that I have been led along, made to play my part, and been a cog in this machine?

I suppose not.

I place my hand on my broadsword’s hilt, and walk towards the maw of the fire temple. My boots crush gravel underneath. My blue eyes narrow. My will steels resolve.