Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (12 page)

It only matters I am here now, and my fears and the fates be damned.

I shall rescue her from her fate.

Chapter 13:

The Cave

I cannot believe my eyes.

Of all these miserable years I have thought I was alone. For years I lay trapped in the dungeons of the Ever-Death Mount with Arch Lich Skeldor and the forces of the dead. I thought I was unique, and special among our kind. I was the only woman born of the Sisters Gundir, and I was told I was the last.

And here, this mage, she is another.

Her cock tents from her robes like a joyous spear, proud and willing, and the woman stares at me with the pang of lust in her eyes. She almost looks sorry she had to do this, with her blond hair and red pouted lips, and my passions wish I could slip my cock between those lips and let her suck the life from me.

What am I thinking? I was going to kill her.

Well, I was, before I thought she was just a woman.

Then I was going to fuck her.

But she is not entirely a her. She is one of us.

Us.

I have an
us
now.

I am one of two, or possibly many.

What do you do when you discover a kindred soul? Especially one who is opposed to who you are at the moment, and opposed to everything you were and everything you will be? One you see as a piece of you, but this piece could be on the other side of the world she has so little in common with you.

And she is an
us
who might try to kill me.

I am a Darklord, sent by Skeldor to being the Reign of Death upon the world. The arrival of the Old Gods. The reaping of humankind and the collection of souls. A new age of darkness.

And the dead shall inherit the earth, with the old gods their masters.

And I their queen.

And now, this.

Perhaps my desire for rulership over a world of the dead may not be how I would like this plan to go. Perhaps I would like to save some of these precious ones for myself. Perhaps I should have a say in how I should rule.

What good is ruling if you can’t have fun?

Where is my say in this plan?

If I am to help, and if my power is absolute, then I should have a say in how things happen.

But I may lose this one if I do not take her. She may die in the war to come. Other Sisters may as well. I will never know others like me.

I curse my weakness, my vanity, my misconceived notions that I can ever be free from loneliness and despair. I have, and I shall ever be, alone.

Bet yet, this mage-woman reaches out to me.

And she is like me.

Her cock is the same as mine.

The mage-woman, Astrid as she calls herself, walks up to me and offers her hand. I hesitate at first, thinking she is up to some sort of trick. When she sees my uncertainty, she opens her lips slightly as if to say something, and I wish not to hear petty reasons, so I indulge her.

I give her my hand, white as the snow raging outside, and she places it on the shaft pressing through her robes.

It is hard, solid, warm.

Real.

I shiver, my own cock so large and close to hers I feel the bond between us. I stare into her blue eyes. I squeeze her cock through her robes. She gasps and shudders.

I stroke the cock through her robes. This is the first she-cock I have ever touched, other than my own.

I grab her hand, gently, and place it on my leather skirt. She grabs my erection through my dress, rubbing it and squeezing it down the length, testing me. Just the feel of her touching me sends me into a crazed passion.

She smiles at me.

“Stop this,” I say, “we are nothing alike.”

She keeps stroking me, and I feel my legs go weak. She presses her large breasts into mine, and I feel my heart pound. She kisses my neck with a gentle peck, and I feel my world turn upside down.

“I an a Darklord. A killer and conqueror. One not to be trusted. I hate everything about your kind.”

She grips my cock so hard I feel the pinch of her blue fingernails in the shaft of my cock. I gasp, and my heart skips a beat.

“Not this,” she says, smiling, and then she kisses my ear, pushing my red hair to the side. “Let’s forget about who we are for a moment?”

What sort of trick is this? She is using my weakness against me. Curse her! I struggle against her soft touch, thinking of how equally pleasurable an Orc’s cock is to-

No, Orc cock is nothing like this.

Orcs do not have breasts, beautiful cunts, long flowing hair, and sweet soft lips. These things thrill me more than I can imagine. My heart races, and my mind begins to come up with the reasons why it’s okay. Just this once-

Of all my years spent in isolation and places of hatred, I am being undone by another Sister. I can’t. I must-

“I can’t,” I say, pushing her back. My shoulders are against the cold cave wall, and I feel myself heaving for breath. I close my eyes to focus, and speak to her. “You are a mage of Magetower. I come here to ruin this world, and all who hold life precious. My mission is to destroy you and your kind, mage, so do not think I shall be fooled by your advances-”

She pushes my dress to the side and frees my cock to the cold air. I open my eyes and reach down, only to find the sweet and innocent mage kneeling before me, and taking my full cock into her warm and wanting mouth. My hands end up entangled in her soft blond hair, and she shoves my cock deep inside her mouth with a powerful thrust.

My knees go weak and I moan.

She sucks my cock and I watch her, feeling my world break into a million tiny pieces and spin away.

She’s so beautiful, so innocent, so pure, with full red lips wet with her spit. Her sweet lips wrap around my white and purple veined cock with glee, sucking me with pulled in cheeks, and holding my hips while she looks up at me with lust and innocence.

Fuck what I wanted, fuck the world, she’s sucking my cock.

She is not like a brutal Orc at all, as I have had plenty of them suck my cock with their rough and brutish mouths. She is gentle, quick, powerful, yet sensitive to my touch. I feel her hand work its way up my leg and over my wet cunt, where she uses her fingers to part my folds and search for my sensitive nub.

Her blond hair, turned in at the ends, bounces as she works my cock with her mouth. She closes her eyes and focuses on me, and I roll my head sideways. I moan. Her mouth is so soft, her lips so tight, her suction so powerful and direct. Her fingernails pinch my folds, her rubbing motions turning my cunt to jelly. She slips two fingers inside my lady-folds, and I grip her with my cunt-muscles, telling her that I am here and feel her inside me.

I want her inside me.

She looks up at me and keeps sucking. Her eyes are so happy right now, so peaceful, and her face so pretty. She sucks my cock like she loves who I am, and I wince, squeezing my eyes shut.

This feels so good.

This feels so wrong.

Why?

I feel a tear escape from my eye, and I hold her soft hair in my hands, guiding her mouth to stroke my cock. It swells in her mouth, and she uses her tongue to play with the shaft before kissing the end.

I watch as she dives under me, placing her tongue on my tightly clenched ass and playing with it in slow circles. She pulls my legs to the side and kisses my asshole, playing her tongue along it, stroking it, sending me into a feverish pitch. She places both lips directly on my ass, and sucks with all her life, shoving her tongue inside me with a powerful thrust.

Jolts of passion shoot down my legs.

She moves it around slowly as my ass melts with her mouth’s assault. She mouths my open asshole, making out with it like she would a young lover at a harvest dance. She rubs her lips across my squeezing asshole, kissing it, tonguing it, sucking it, and pulling on it so hard her cheeks pull in.

She likes to rim?

I am in love.

More so than just rim, she dive into my ass better than any Orc has ever dared. She keeps at it, surely she must have tasted my musky and earthy taste by now, and yet she continues to work it like she was kissing my mouth?

Forget loving her, I
want
her.

She won’t stop. I groan loudly and flex my asshole, my leg muscles spasming. She dives in and continues. I pull her hair, and she resists, probing my clenching hole deeply with her darting tongue. She would eat my open asshole all day if I let her. I close my eyes, squeeze my tits through the leather of my dress, and scream.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

No, no, she has to stop. I feel a deep pressure build inside me, the familiar muscles that tense before I come flexing and preparing. I will shoot all over the wall behind her if she doesn’t stop.

I use my sphincter to squeeze her tongue slowly out of me, and she kisses it again. She licks me from ass, through my sopping cunt, up under the shaft of my cock, and all the way to the head in one strong lick.

I scream in passion as I nearly sink to the floor in rapture. She works my cock as I try to stay on my feet, the leather in my thigh-high boots creaking as I steady myself against the wall and her sweet mouth’s assault on my cock.

I have never been sucked off by a woman before, and certainly not one of our kind. I have never had my ass treated with as much respect as her mouth has given me. She is not an enemy.

She is one of
us.

And I one of them.

She pops my cock out of her mouth, and furiously struggles with her robes. I get a great look between her full tits as she kisses my cock again, and then lets it pop free of her mouth a second time.

“Tit-fuck me,” she says, begging me. “Goddess, fuck my tits.”

She pulls the black fur cloak from me, lays it on the floor behind her, and then lies on her back. Her delicious cock tents up against her robes, a large wet-spot soaking through her clothing from the copious amount of pre-cum oozing from her cock. She rips her robes open, and pulls her bra up, revealing the two largest and most glorious pink-skinned breasts I have ever laid eyes upon. Her nipples peak from the cold air, and she holds them together with her hands like a cunt ready for me to fuck.

I drop to my knees and shove my white-skinned cock between her warm and firm mounds as hard as I can, the end of my cock slamming into her chin. Fuck, yes. My pre-cum and her spit lubricate me, and I thrust my hips back and forth with glee, fucking the most beautiful tits I have ever seen in my life. I want to kiss them, to take them in my mouth, but fucking them with my cock comes a close second on my desires.

They shake as I fuck, my thrusts jiggling them, and my wet, slick, clear pre-cum covering the insides of her breasts. She ends up taking the end of my cock in her mouth to suck it some more on my upwards thrusts, and I let her suck for a while before I go back to ramming the beautiful mage’s tits into submission.

Oh fuck, this is good.

“Like a fucking cunt-” I say, gasping for breath. They are so tight and so slick. “Oh, fuck. Tight. Fuck.”

My hips jerk back and forth faster as Astrid moans, trying to grab the end of my slamming cock in her mouth to suck it. I look into her eyes.

She is so happy. Hot. Her eyes wanting. Her face flush and twisted with pleasure. She wants this.

I am going to come.

I don’t want to, so I try to will myself down. Slow down, relax, and stop. I slow my thrusts to compensate.

Astrid unexpectedly thrusts two wet fingers directly up my asshole, and I explode in her mouth, drowning her in cum.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

My gods, why my ass? Oh gods, that feels so good. She screams in shock, but she’s still twisting her fingers so deep up my ass I feel them turn in the center of my back.

I’m…I’m coming so hard. I’m breathing through clenched teeth, sucking air in and out, my large breasts heaving, and every muscle in my body is on fire. Spots dance in my eyes.

Oh fuck.

I paint her pretty face white as I scream, filling her mouth, spraying her eyes shut, and sending squirt after squirt into her beautiful blond hair. I cover her face in moments, a sperm-glazed sheen I am proud of, and then my cum plasters her hair flat, wet like she just came out of the water. Cum piles up in the black fur behind her head, and my powerful shots bounce off her skin. She gasps and struggles to swallow my torrent, and I direct my semen across her cheeks, into the hair behind her head, and then down on her tits.

I put a second layer on her face, drowning her in deep pools. She gasps and sucks, trying to swallow and keep up. Wad after wad of cum covers her, adding to the mess, cum so thick on her skin it can’t hold on and it all slides down the sides of her face.

“Ah fuck!” Astrid gasps for air before I silence her with a wad of sperm down her gullet. She swallows fast and gasps again. “Fuck, yes, more!”

She doesn’t have enough face for me to cum on.

And this innocent mage keeps twisting her fingers deep inside my asshole like she was unscrewing a cork from a bottle. I feel the twisting motion so deeply in me, like her fingernails are on the back of my throat.

Oh fuck.

I feel my hips spasm hard, they are on fire with passion, and jet after jet of sperm escapes me. A third layer goes on her face, white strings criss-crossing each other, the end of my cock spurting and pasting her with a thick, creamy sheen.

I cannot control myself.

I am crazed with lust for her.

I have to pull her fingers free from my ass to soak her tits. Jet after jet of white, pearly cum covers them, running down the sides, and pooling in between them as I empty onto her sweet body. I even soak most of the silk on the top of her robes too, many of my shots missing her chest and hitting her face as she tries to clear her eyes.

Astrid clears her eyes and tries to angle her mouth down to catch the shots that escape her tits. Her face is so covered, yet she wants as much seed as I can feed her.

I laugh and scream in delight as passion overtakes me, and my cum-covered angel goes back to feeding on my spurting cock, swallowing as fast as I can shove sperm in her wanting and hungry mouth. She pulls back and gasps for breath as I retreat, sitting on her stomach, letting my cock shoot high arcs over her tits and face.