Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 2: Astrid) (15 page)

I stop, heaving for breath. I hold myself inside her.

She squirms, moving her ass around, catching her breath as well.

“Please,” she says, her normally bossy voice replaced by a submissive tone, “don’t stop.”

I grab a fistful of her red, stringy hair, twist it in my grip, and pull her head back, forcing my cock deeper in her. She wails and pushes back against me, her large white breasts popping free of her leather dress. I pull her face close to mine, and lean into her.

“Why are you here?”

I can feel my cock pounding, spasming so deep inside her I feel it pressing tight against her walls.

Her taut stomach pulls in and out, and I thrust my cock into her to make my point. “I said, why are you here?”

“I love you.” She leans back and tries to kiss me. I stop her, putting a hand on her mouth which she sucks the fingers of.

“No more unless you tell me,” I say, giving her a short thrust, and pulling her back against me with her hair. Her cock is so hard, I feel it swinging around, slapping against my leg as I thrust into her again, then stopping.

She whelps and squirms against me. “Oh gods, please. Please keep fucking me. Astrid, please.”

“Why. Are. You. Here?” I give her four short thrusts, and she laughs and gasps in surprise at each. I stop, holding her perfectly still. Her ass is still clenching, gripping, and trying to fuck me with just her muscles. I slap it with a smack. “Answer me or I pull out.”

“Mmm, mmm,” she’s cooing, squirming against me, trying to use small motions to fuck me. I grip the sides of her ass cheeks, and hold her still.

I pull my cock out slowly, inch by inch, the wet shaft moving as slow as I can manage out of her, the skin dragging on skin, each vein catching on the tight opening of her ass and pulling free.

“No!” she screams. “No, push it in! I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you why!”

I hold just the very tip of my cock in her ass, feeling my rod spasming itself, just right on the edge of filling her sweet darklord ass with my cum. “Tell me.”

“The girl,” she says, biting on the fur cloak hard and exhaling in a grunt. I hold myself on the edge of her sphincter, my cock head swollen, her ass muscles involuntarily gripping me and trying to milk me. “Chloe, daughter. Daughter of the God-King. A sacrifice. To the Old Gods. In the Valley of Souls, Lost Souls. Endless winter. Dragons, Orcs, the lich-kind, rule together. The girl becomes queen, the Frozen Queen. Death. Death rules the world. ”

Now, I really shouldn’t be fucking her ass knowing this. She is a darklord, on the other side, looking to destroy the world and everything I know and love. I let out a long breath, my cheeks puffed as I exhale.

But she is one of us. Does she have it in her to do this? I suppose she does. She also has my cock in her ass. Could I turn her? I don’t know. Can she feel pity, remorse?

Like me in a way right now.

I close my eyes, holding myself and her on the edge. She moans and makes her little ‘mmm’ noises, begging for me to continue. “Keep fucking me. Please. I’ve told you everything I know.”

“Will you help me?” I push my cock slowly into her, inch by inch, the slide of our skin so slow and full of pressure and pain it makes me want to roll my eyes into the back of my head. “Will you help me stop them?”

She nods, her red hair flying around, her red lips biting each other. “Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm!”

“Say it!” I slide slowly into her, my cum-slick body breaking out in a sweat as I try to control myself, to keep from shooting a load into her ass, and to keep myself moving in so agonizingly slow it drives her wild with lust. “Say you will help me stop them!”

“I’ll help you stop them please fuck my ass!” She screams, the echos reflecting off the walls. Her ass grips me tight as I slide all the way in. “Oh fuck yes, oh fuck me!”

I pump her ass in and out, slowly at first. “Promise me. Promise me and I will fill your ass with cum so deeply you will feel it come out your throat.”

“I’ll promise you,” she says, her white-skinned body now covered by sweat, “if you suck all of your cum out of my filthy asshole and feed it to me with your mouth.”

That.

That is nasty.

Still, I am fascinated by sex, and for some reason, a woman’s ass. I blame my teacher in mage school for this particular fetish. I never knew until now how much I loved them so much. But this darklord, her power did something to me, twisted me, made me realize some strange sexual parts of myself. Nasty parts. I kissed her open asshole and I loved it. I could keep kissing it and worshiping it with my mouth for hours.

A mage? Me. A proper mage of Magetower and one who holds herself in such high esteem, doing something so unthinkable and nasty such as this? It’s degrading and filthy and…I love it. For some reason, my man-cock loves the idea, and I just can’t help myself. Perhaps this is what I always wanted to do with my teacher.

It feels like a part of the strange curse of the Sisters of Gundir. It feels even stranger when our powers are so close.

How I relish this chance now to be doing nasty things with a woman. I shall not let this chance, or Magni’s ass, go unfulfilled. I fuck her faster, and she screams ‘oh yes’ in return. The world fades away, and it is just me and her.

“Do you promise me you shall betray them?” I lean into her, and fuck her harder. Our breasts shake furiously. “If I do this for you? Feed you my filthy cum?”

She nods. “I promise, m-mage. A-astrid of M-magetower.”

I keep thrusting, and kneel straight up, and I feel it burn within me. My flat stomach pulls in and out as I feel the rush in my loins, and the spasm overtake my cunt and cock. My breasts shake to our pounding rhythm, and I feel a sweat break on me, shining my nude body up further.

The world rushes up from inside me, and I flood the darklord’s evil asshole with my cum. My cock swells in her as I release, and we are so tight together nothing leaks out. My world is haze and stars as I feel shot after shot of my sperm flood the inside of her asshole, it seemingly disappearing into her body endlessly. She comes as well, her cunt wet, and her body spasming around me. I let her have everything, feeling my cock explode, again and again, and I scream in pleasure as my cock relieves itself deep inside her.

I throw my head back and scream into the ceiling of the cave.

I can’t stop. I practice the art of relaxation as a part of my meditations, but I can’t see myself stopping. I lean into her, and fuck her as I come, sperm leaking out of our tight seal and dripping down the backs of her white legs. I fuck her hard, thrusting into her, letting my warm spurting seed lubricate us as we fuck.

If this keeps up, it will be more than one trip sucking her ass and feeding her.

The filthy thought of that drives me further, and I let out a final wail as I subside, slam fucking the evil darklord with my final few thrusts.

“Oh gods,” she says, her white body covered by sweat. Oh gods yes. Astrid. I love you.”

We’re still stuck together, and I pull my cock from her ass, feeling the suction drag the last cum out of me, and pulling the cum inside her along with it. My cock pops out, and her anus grips tight as she gasps.

Both of us are heaving, breathing hard, our breaths labored and sucking in the cold air. She rolls her head around, stringy red hair pulling from side to side. She grips the fur cloak and spasms one last time, and she lets out a long breath.

“Magni,” I say, rubbing her ass, “I don’t know what to say. Thank you?”

She laughs, a hand running through her hair, and her back slick with sweat. “Thank you? I should be the one saying that. Oh gods, you filled me. I’ve never been this full. It feels like I have a whole pint of cream inside me. I feel so strange. I love this. I can’t even stand up without it coming out of me, Astrid.”

I rub her ass in slow circles.

I lean down and pull them apart.

Her cheeks flex, so close to my face.

Her anus is tightly squeezing itself, cum bubbling out of it and dripping down the backs of her legs. Her sphincter is so tight, and I see the muscles around it spasm and begin to give way.

I lean close, opening my red lips, and moving them close to her puckered asshole.

I open my mouth.

“Push,” I say.

I put my lips against the clenching ring of her ass, wet with my cum. I tighten the seal with my lips against it, and suck. Her white-skinned ass flexes, and tightens against my face. The muscles inside push out slightly, and she moans in passion as she works her body to push against my mouth. I see her stomach pull in deeply, and her ass spread as she grits her teeth and pushes hard against my open mouth.

“Fuck, Astrid, fuck, it’s coming out.”

I run my tongue in slow circles against her sphincter, sucking her ass hard as she pushes. I feel a pressure building within her, and then the warm, vicious liquid rushes into my mouth, my come, earthy and musky with her taste, filling my mouth with pungent musk.

She screams, cum squirting out of her ass. “Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck. Yes, drink it, fuck.”

I slap the side of her ass to tell her to stop, for my mouth is full.

“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.”

I seal my lips and crawl around her. My mouth full, the sticky, earthy, dirty semen filling my mouth to its brim, dripping out of my lips, and coating my chin.

“You did not,” she says as she smiles at me, eyes flashing disbelief. “You are a filthy little mage.”

She kisses my cheek as the cum in my mouth simmers, making me wait a moment longer to deliver it to her. Our wet breasts press together, hers white, mine tan, both large. She whispers in my ear. “You like sucking the cum from my asshole, pretty little mage?”

I slide my face along hers and nod, making sure she feels the motion. The cum is so wonderful in my mouth, and my mouth watering adds to the musky soup of semen and spit filling my cheeks.

She opens her mouth and throws her head back, red hair hanging behind her. I lean over her, opening my mouth and letting my liquid gift flow into her mouth. I kiss her deeply, pressing my mouth to hers as she swallows most everything.

I am jealous, so I suck some back into my mouth and swallow it down. She squirms in protest, and begins kissing me furiously.

I slap her ass, bend her over, and return behind her ass for a second drink of her. She shoves hard against my lips a second time, her body coming again, her ass squirting the last of its warm, milky musk into my mouth. She heaves, her sphincter squeezing and sucking at my mouth, and there is not a drop left in her.

I go back to her as we kneel in front of each other again, sharing my mouthful in a second kiss. She squirms in my arms as we feed each other, pouring one mouthful back and forth until we split the remainder and swallow.

We kiss in a sperm-wet embrace for how long I don’t know, her white hands exploring my tan breasts, my flesh colored hands exploring hers. I suck her purple-gray nipple for the longest time before she pulls me up to her face, starting another round of mad kissing and touching.

I never knew she could be so gentle. She returns the attention by worshiping my bare breasts with her mouth, gently sucking them and kissing every part of their roundness.

We nuzzle for a while, her kissing my ear, face lost in my stringy and sticky blond hair. My face is lost in her red hair, and I keep my hands in the small of her back.

“Can I trust you?” I say, lips close to her white ear as I pull the red strings of her hair from it.

“No,” she says, nuzzling me, our breasts tightly together, “but you shall have to decide. For now, let’s just stay here a while and enjoy the moment, without the world coming in here to disturb us.”

“Just a while longer,” I say, nodding against her embrace, and I wrap my arms around her while we cuddle under the black fur cloak.

Outside, the snow worsens and deepens as the cold winds howl.

Chapter 18:

Transformed

It’s so peaceful.

But I am not dying.

I float in the air on a shaft of light in this temple of ice.

This shall be our throne, child.

The voice is so peaceful, so warm, like my mother’s voice.

I never knew her.

I am your mother, child. You are home.

I don’t understand, I float higher and higher in the air in this room as the dragon watches me. It feels like I am floating away.

How are you my mother? I want to ask the question, but I can’t move my lips. I float, my arms to each side, my body now naked and stripped of my mortal clothing and possessions.

What he took from me, your father, is now mine.

He lies. His power is mine, and he lies.

And you are my child.

I can’t even know this is the truth, but I feel it is so. I know it is so. Are you my mother?

Yes.

And now you shall take your rightful place on the Throne of Ice.

As the Queen.

Why me?

Because you are who you are. Your father has stole the power of the sun. And you shall be granted the opposite, in return.

And all of your subjects shall arise.

And they shall bow to you, and make this world yours.

It shall know peace, my child.

Through ice, peace shall come to this world forever.

And I feel my body slowly turn to ice, my flesh blue, my skin cold to the touch, my long chestnut hair turning to the deepest shade of azure, with sparkling snowflake patterns criss-crossing my skin.

The power rushes through me, my mother’s power, my legacy, and my entire body is transformed to living ice.

We awaken.

I am no longer Chloe, hated and disrespected daughter of the God-King Amarus.

We are the Frozen Queen.

Somewhere far away in my mind, Chloe recedes and floats away. Does she realize her mistake? Her naivety? Does she scream as she floats away into forever?

You wanted to give up, my child. You made that choice.

“Sleep now, my child. Sleep in eternal slumber.”