An Unlikely Admirer

Hey gang! Part two! Hope you enjoyed part one! Copied over from the other story... The romance may not be as apparent in the first two parts but will be getting a little more lovey-dovey in the future.

As always this story does contain themes of coercion, non-con, and reluctance. TW for those themes. Choking also featured in this story too, cum inflation as well. If those bother anybody lol.

Again, my disclaimer remains the same as it always will. I do NOT condone the actions performed in this story to be practiced in real life. I do NOT endorse nor support nonconsensual action to be taken in reality. This is smutty and over the top fantasy and only that, please always ask consent, communicate with your partners, and no always means no in any context. Do not coerce, manipulate, or force others into things they're not comfortable doing.

Alongside that, my stance (and involvement as someone of queer identity) in the LGBTQIA+ remains firm as always. This story is in no way meant to spread harmful ideology towards trans or intersex communities, nor endorse any potentially harmful stereotypes. I disavow anything close to that behavior. Though this story and many of my others may fall into fetishization, I do not wish to portray either community as sub-human or to show them off merely as some sort of 'sexual taboo' to be used for cis pleasure. Please do not use my stories as license to belittle, maim, harass, fetishize, antagonize, or harm the LGBT community.

Without further ado, please enjoy my word vomited smut...

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What woke Rikka up first was the stench.

The rich BO and raw stink of their mating last night polluted his scent as his eyes flitted open. His cheek attached to her snoring body, literally glued to her as she hugged him like a stuffed animal.

What broke him into clarity next was the pain.

His leg twitched, as he did a stab of burning soreness shot up his taint and up his spine. His face cringed as he tried to clench his hole, only to feel it spasm.

The discomfort of the situation began to dawn on him quickly.

He could barely move, and was trapped in a hot sauna of skin and dried sweat. The rank smell from the ruined pelts made for uncomforting surroundings.

On top of that, the lumbering giant that was practically laying on top of him made it hard to move. His body twisted into an agonizing position.

"Mm... Pytha..." He groaned.

She didn't respond, still snoring.

"Pyth... Pytha..." He reiterated, lightly slapping her arm.

"Mnhgh..." She stirred.

She caught a whiff of him, letting out a coo of comfort and crushing the air out of him as she nuzzled into him.

"Mh! Pytha!..." He wheezed.

"...Mnnwhat..." She grunted.

"I need... I need to get... get up..."

"No..." She sighed softly.

Kissing his head, and pulling his face deep into the rank valley of her cleavage. Sighing pleasure as she felt his breath on her sternum. He sputtered and tried to fight it but it was no use, caught deep in her fleshy trap as he was forced to breathe in the toxic scent of her.

He could hardly breathe, now slapping her as hard as he could as she stirred awake in annoyance.

"What. What?" She woke up.

"Mpythmm! Mh mhhd to mghouh!" He begged, voice muffled.

She snorted, letting him go as he gasped for air.

He groaned as he sat up, looking down to see the absolute mess between the two of them. He felt like he had a mild hangover, his head pounding, dehydrated entirely.

He burped a bit and still tasted the rich scent of cum on his breath.

He felt disgusting. His entire body was sore, and his mind was bleary.

A massive hand rested on his shoulder as Pytha slowly came to his back and kissed his skin, making him shudder as he returned to memories of last night.

"Come back to bed." She breathed, smooching his shoulders.

"I... I need to go..." He shivered.

"Where."

"To-to w-work... What time is it..."

He looked outside to see the sun cresting the horizon, the dawn just seeping in.

A hand yanked his head back, her eager lips planting onto his again as he yelped.

She furiously kissed him, tongue prying his mouth open as she fed him her spit and morning breath in one mind-punching french.

He sputtered and tried to fight it as he remembered he had to be back at work in a few hours. As soon as her lips began to move on his, the taste of her seemed to be replaced with a feeling of blissful surrender. His wide eyes lidded as he sank into her embrace.

Cradling his head in one hand as she violently stretched his jaw with her thick tongue, spit pouring from his chin as she aggressed him.

Just as he began to feel his cock prick back up, he snapped himself out of it.

"Mmn! Mnhg-ytha! I n-need t g-lmnh! Mnhh! Mnlouh!" He tried to make the words, but her mouth continued to plug him.

He continued to go back and forth, fighting his desire as she contorted the two of their faces left and right. Loving the feeling of his mouth on hers, trying to kiss him into surrender.

He wouldn't give up though, slapping her arm again desperately.

She grunted in frustration, pulling away.

"What." She gave him a look.

"I... I need... to go..." He panted.

"Why."

"I just said... I have work..."

"No you don't."

"Y-yes I d-do... Pytha I still have a... job..."

"Your job is me. I own you."

"R... Right..." Regret showed on his face somewhat, "Of... of course... but I still need... if I don't get back they'll have to open without me..."

"So?"

"So... it'll be hell for them... I owe them a lot... p-please let me go help them..."

She lingered a moment, glaring at him as he dared to try and push any authority on her... a little part of her was turned on.

"Wash. Cook for me. Then you can go." She ordered.

"O-okay..." He sighed, relieved.

He thought he'd have to spend another day in her sex den...

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He plunged himself in the water, sighing in relief as the spring took away the pain. It may really well have been enchanted.

As he basked in the solitude of it, lingering in the water for a few moments, he heard Pytha get out of bed.

It wasn't long before she stepped into the water as well.

She was clingy... she wouldn't give him a single minute away from her...

As the grime and sweat washed off of her, she came to him with a bar of soap.

"Oh... thanks..."

He held his hand out.

"Me first." She grunted.

"What?"

"You'll wash me first, then you'll clean yourself."

Then she handed him the soap, looking down at him expectantly.

"Oh... Okay sure..."

"Good." She spoke.

She walked over to the shallow end and sat, back hunched over, waiting for him.

He sauntered over, his legs still half-paralyzed, hole still sore. Paddling using his weak arms as he emerged and held onto her massive shoulders for support.

Taking the bar of soap he began to sud her back, cleaning deep as he washed her. She wouldn't show it, but his touch felt heavenly on her skin. She loved feeling his hands on her, the way he spread the soap into every pore, making sure all was thoroughly done.

The bar as well was a good massage tool, softly unwinding her cabled muscles. She let out a breath of relaxation, he was perfect, she was so happy she owned him.

Rikka on the other hand was focused on pleasing her while dealing with an emerging dread. Clarity was hitting him hard. It's not like he hated yesterday, nor Pytha for that matter, but she was really,really, controlling. He figured this was all some kind of dirty talk thing, but the way she glared at him earlier really made it clear she wasn't speaking figuratively or attempting to play into some fetish between them... she really was convinced she owned him...

She adjusted, lifting an arm up, gesturing him to wash there and likely the other one as well. He complied, spreading the soap and washing her thick arms. His dread was briefly distracted by how jaw-droppingly strong and big her muscles were. Smooth, toned, yet their mass was incredible, one bicep almost as thick as his head. Her deltoids were like boulders, her forearms like trunks of an oak. It was hard not to be in awe of her.

She pointed to her hairy armpit, black bushes under each one.

"There too." She grunted.

He was a little hesitant, but did so anyway, cleaning the sweat and musk out and soaping it to the best of his ability. Then he moved to the other arm, gliding his hands across her neck. Then repeating the process.

He was a little scared. As he continued to her other arm, eventually to her pit, and then washing her ribbed side, his mind was racing.

What did 'being owned' look like in her mind? If she was serious, was she going to take him away from here? He wasn't built for the road, and on top of that, would last night be every night? No baths, dirty tents, monsters abound. He wanted the adventuring life, sure, but in his current state? And just leaving Tabitha, Reg, Taffy, and Morg?

"That's enough."

"Huh?" He snapped out of it.

He looked at realized her entire back and sides were slathered in a thick layer of soap, distracted as he was.

"Oh sorry."

"It's fine. The front now."

She scooted, turning to him, showing off her muscular glory and distractingly large breasts. He couldn't help but ogle them a moment.

"Like them, don't you?" She sneered, "Start with them, then work your way down..."

"O... okay..." He replied hypnotically.

His hands moved on their own, sudsing both heavy tits in his hands, circling each palm around a pierced nipple. A grunt of approval left her lips as he teased her sensitive area. Remembering then and there just how thick, fat, and hot her breasts were, feeling the genuinely heavy weight of them in each hand. How he could sink into each one, how homely it felt between them, how safe...

He gasped in surprise as he was lifted, then placed in front of her with his legs resting on top of her thighs. Plopped right into the seat of her crossed legs, pushing him so her hardening cock was right against his stomach.

"Keep going." She ordered.

He nodded sheepishly, continuing to fondle her, unable to help but focus on her nipples more, making sure they were clean. His hands eventually found their way under her breasts, then between them until they were completely soaped. Hands wandering up her chest and to her collarbone, and her neck, making sure it was evenly spread. It was hard almost all across her body, she felt impenetrable, made entirely of stone.

She said nothing, just heaving breath as she let him worship her impressive stature. The dread leaving, replaced with infatuation as he tried to avert his gaze from hers to stop her from attacking him then and there. The tension could be cut with a sword.

He tried to ignore her stiff cock throbbing violently against the bottom of his sternum, leaking viscous precum down his stomach.

She took his wrists, then guided his hands to her cock.

"Here now."

He swallowed, looking down in fear as he saw the bottle-thick head of her piss slit leaking more precum. How the hell did she still have any left in her after last night?!

"Go on." She goaded.

He took his trembling hands and started to jerk her cock. Feeling it throb and pulse in his hands, like it was its own live animal. Spreading the soap up and down her member. He didn't dare look up at her, he could feel her glare burning into the top of his head. He knew if he looked in that one eye her tongue would be down his throat, and then he'd be on all fours once again.

As soon as her dick was thoroughly coated, she stopped him, taking the bar of soap from his hands.

"Now you."

"Uh... oh... okay... sure..."

She rubbed the soap in her hands then reached down, avoiding all other spots of his body and slathering his entire cock. He shuddered a bit, her hard hands stroking him to life as she massaged his cute pair and his inferior shaft.

Taking no time at all before tossing the bar of soap away and crushing their dicks against each other. Her hot dick swallowed his in its girth and length alone. Her hairy balls kissing and eating his set. The wrinkly skin tickling him as she made him feel the boiling cum swimming in each engorged nut.

"P-Pytha..." He cautioned.

"Hush. I'm washing you."

"I really need to... to go..."

Her cock felt wonderful against his, hugging him against her as he pressed into her breasts, forced to look up at her seductive glare. Huffing through her nose as she watched his reactions again, making her cock spurt more juice as she washed his cock and balls with her own. Gliding their shafts against each other.

He let out a soft moan as his prick was oppressed, crushed against his own stomach as she grinded both of them against each other.

"Mhm." She nodded, "Good?"

"Y-yes..."

"Then you have nowhere to be, do you?"

"Uhm... N-no... No I do... I..." He protested softly.

He whimpered as she began to raise his hips, then slid him on top of her shaft, sandwiching his abused cheeks with her cock, grinding it up and down as his prick pressed into her abs. He moaned submissively as he felt himself begin to give in to his new mother's charms once more. He wanted it inside him so bad.

"You want me. I see it. Beg for my cock. Beg me." She grunted, sawing it back and forth.

His hole melted, quivering in excitement as he felt the thick shaft throb against his hole. She was getting riled up, her hands gripping his ass, rubbing the head of her dick on his hole in small circles. He felt a splort of precum shoot inside of him making him wince.

He wanted her to fuck him so badly...

"N-no... No sorry... L-later..." He sighed in disappointment.

Her excitement died. Huffing and almost pouting as she dropped him on her lap.

He smiled, a little amused by her.

"I promise... later... I really need to work..."

"...Did you hate it?" She asked bluntly, but there was vulnerability in the question.

He was a little shocked.

"N-no! No! I... I don't know... b-but... maybe I'd do it again... I didn't hate it!"

A little relief took her. She still looked upset.

"Later... I promise later..."

He came up and kissed her lips softly. One small wet peck on her massive lips.

She reacted oddly. It was sweet and tender, yet it felt blissful.

He let her stew in that feeling as he slowly climbed off of her on shaking legs.

"Where did you throw the soap?" He muttered, searching for the bar.

She let the thrill of excitement go up her spine.

"You need to get back to that guild, yes?"

"Uh yeah, sooner rather than later honestly." He groaned.

"I'll escort you back."

"Oh, uh, you don't need to do that Pytha, I'll be fine."

He just wanted five minutes to himself today... plus at the worry of her plowing him in two in front of the entire tavern...

"Yes I do. The people of your town need to know who owns you."

She wasn't dropping it.

He was still a little anxious about the whole being owned bit of her speech. Still a little uncertain what that entailed, but she seemed to listen to him when he'd ask.

Maybe it was just a title or formality, she's not your standard person from a standard background...

Having a little respect around the town probably wouldn't hurt either...

"Okay, sure." He complied, "Let me just wash and I can make you some food, then we can go."

"Good."

"You're just escorting me though right?... Like... you're not coming up to my room or anything?"

She didn't answer. She simply stared at him with that resting coldness upon her face...

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ONE HOUR LATER...

Roughly 7am, sun had risen.

Reg was stirred awake, not by the light seeping through the window, but by a distant rattle.

Annoyed, his eyes squinted open, rudely woken from the extra five minutes he needed for a good rest.

Looking over he saw his glass of water sitting upon his shoddy bedside table. The water shook like the steps of a giant were approaching, the glass vibrating against the poorly built furniture.

Then he realized there was a thumping and creaking noise.

Confused, he looked over, seeing the wood on the wall literally bending and groaning as if it had a heartbeat.

Dust shaking off of the old structure as something was pounding in Rikka's room next door.

What on earth could he possibly be doing in there?

He liked the lad, but this was ridiculous.

He groaned out of bed, scratching his butt as he stumbled out of the hall and walked up to Rikka's door.

He gave a polite but curt rap of his knuckles.

Knock!-Knock!-Knock!

"Lad? You in there?"

WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP!Thrummed throughout his room.

"Lad!..."

WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP!

"...Lad it's too early for whatever yer doin' in there!..."

WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP!

"Lad I'm coming in!"

WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP!

"Last warning!"

WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP! - WHUMP!

He groaned, swinging open the door.

"Lad! What in the gods names could you p-"

His words cut off quickly as he stared at Pytha's naked bottom slamming her hips into Rikka. She had him pinned to the wall, his legs bouncing in the air, hooked over her elbows, his arms slung around her neck. Fucking the sense out of him without any part of him touching the floor.

The two quietly moaned into each other's mouths as Pytha furiously kissed him, pressing his head into the wood behind him as she chewed on his face slowly. Her jaw moving with purpose, Reg thought she was eating his face. The meal Rikka had made for her was rich on her breath, he didn't care, it felt good to be lost in this perverse embrace once more.

Pytha's hands were pressed into the wall, like two armbars to support Rikka's uncomfortable position. Her breasts crushed into his chest, pierced nipples jutting into him.

As if that wasn't already a sight to take in, he watched her pendulous balls slap into his smooth crack repeatedly. Reg seeing her engorged genitals firsthand.

The wet and sticky noises of his lubricated hole emanated loudly as she crushed him into the wall.

PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP! - PLAP!

"Mhhhh... Mhhhg... Mhhhhn..." She cooed calmly as she loudly slid her tongue past his wailing lips.

"MNHGHH! MNGHHHG! M-OUHN-MNNMHGH! MNGNHGHMMMMM!" He squealed into her giving mouth.

Their tongues furiously lashing, hers most of all. Reg watched it push out of Rikka's cheek as she ate his lips. Seeing her jaw brutally contort and loudly smack her mouth against his.

The fury of her pelvic slaps to his rear was enough to cause a small quake each time. Rikka's small belongings, bowls, glasses, furniture, little metal trinkets, books. All of it shaking, rattling, and jingling with every strike.

What hit Reg next was the raw smell of sweat and sex, it was rich, blasting his senses as it wafted out of the room. He could see the two of them were drenched in humidity.

She gave one more furious SLAM into him before stopping.

Slowly unsticking her lips from his face as he let out a gasp.

"HAauHH! Auh!... Auh!..." He moaned.

She admired him, planting another passionate smooch on his mouth.

She put her mouth to his ear, Reg watching her growl something into his mind as he watched his eyes almost cross and his mouth emanate a girlish whimper. She said something that he clearly liked. Every moan met with a husky smile from Pytha as she excitedly kissed up and down his neck with sharp wet pecks.

"...You'd like that, wouldn't you lad..." She goaded in a sharp whisper.