Slave's Primal Lust 02

~~The characters in these stories are of my own creation, and may be depicted in sexual (often very messy) or mildly violent situations. These stories are mostly just sex scenes, and aim to include a multitude of fetishes (nothing too extreme), and often include mild domination, female ejaculation (squirting), large penetration/belly bulging, creampies, and reluctance situations. I will include the description for Rathe in the introduction for each story, as he can be a rather difficult creature to mentally visualize.~~

~~If you would like to know how Rathe and Pol met, read Rathe's Hunts Chapter 05.~~

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Rathe Defire:

Rathe was a rather large creature, even amongst the things that roamed the Nexxus. He stood over 8 feet in height, a massive being of power and intimidation. His muscles were large and developed, though they didn't crowd his skeleton and inhibit his agility, and his claws were long and thick. Something of a half-lizard, Rathe's skin was covered in large green scales, making the beast comparable to a small humanoid dragon, though he lacked the facial features to go with. Rathe's face was perhaps what sparked the most intrigue about him, as his face, also covered by the green scales, only had one feature: a thin, black, slotted eye.

The peculiarities didn't stop there. Above the waist, Rathe's bone structure was humanoid, though below it took a turn for prehistoric as his tailbone grew out into a large tail, and his heels grew downwards to create talon'd feet. Rathe's spine was covered in large green spikes, see-through like glass and sharp enough to pierce. They continued all the way from the back of his skull to the tip of his tail, which had its own small green glass blade to adorn its end. Rathe's head was covered in these large glass-like protrusions, creating a crown of blades of sorts. Indeed, the creature was a walking death machine, with more spikes protruding from his knuckles and other various joints.

Naked, Rathe was very much a different creature. The scales are removed, leaving his skin exposed, pale and rippling with muscle. Some smaller scales still remain, tiny compared to their armoured kin, and only covering certain sections of his body: the underside of his chin, hips, tail, and feet. The green glass-like spikes remained, now protruding from his hairless epidermis. The most obvious change was Rathe's face, which was now very much human with two green eyes, a snake-like curvature to his jaw line, no eyebrows, and a pair of upper and lower fangs held within his mouth, hidden. His green tinted lips often carried a sinister smirk, hinting at a rather poetic and intelligent, but ultimately psychotic personality.

Rathe was unique, the only one of his kind, a creation of demonic and divine games, punishment, and the product of a deal for his soul gone sour. Infertile and damned to an ageless existence, Rathe was a known rapist and fierce combatant amongst the Nexxus.

Slave's Primal Lust

Chapter 2

Poliktol sat in the center of the room, shaking nervously.

There were no windows in this place, the only source of light the large fireplace at one end of the room. The walls were decorated with flowing curtains of whites, and the floor was a dance blur of red light over marble tile. Beneath her, she sat upon very thick blankets of red, lined wide with soft fur and unbelievably warm and cozy to the touch. It was a paradise of a room for relaxing, if not for the chains.

The tiny qwento child was chained down, not too dissimilar to how she first met Rathe. Chains of five feet in length bound her to the floor, from her wrists to where they dug into the tile next to her feet. They were long enough to let her stand up and move around a bit, but otherwise she was completely trapped, unable to escape whatever nasty plans her master had in store for her.

She took a moment to analyze her surroundings, thoughts drifting between erotic possibilities and fearful imaginings. Looking down, she admired the pink nightie her master had bought her. It was see-through and left little to the imagination, laces of pink crisscrossing over her back and the hanging frills doing little to hide her ass. She had almost no curves to speak of, even her breasts were tiny and unimpressive, but Rathe seemed obsessed with her body and loved to adorn it in these feminine lingeries.

Bound and helpless, Pol sighed happily, laying across the warm blankets with intrigue as she thought about her master. He'd be coming, coming to do something to her, and she delighted in the dirty thoughts that came to mind. It was always scary, they constantly explored new sexual territory and explored the limits of her qwento body. She was very durable and stretchy, a much appreciated fact that her master constantly exploited. She was only four feet and three inches tall, while her master was eight and a half feet tall! Fitting him inside her was always a challenge, and when he'd put something else inside her at the same time...

Her thoughts again drifted into the sexual as she thought about her master. Half reptile, half man, his human face always made her smile and tingle with butterflies when she saw him. Golden eyes looking her up and down, admiring her body despite her childish figure.

The sounds of footsteps brought her back to attention, sitting upright with a quick jerk as she remembered herself. Another sound shocked her, as while she recognized the subtle claws of Rathe's feet against the tiles of the halls, she did not recognize the clak-clak that seemed to follow him. Almost like... hooves?

With a slow, teasing effort, Rathe opened the door to the room, casually walking in with his arms at his sides, muscled body blatantly arrogant in its nudity. The creature never walked around his house clothed, leaving his naked form open for all to see. The maids would often stop to gawk, admiring the details of his abs and pectorals, and the length and girth of is hanging penis. Pol did the same, though unlike most of the maids she had the joy of memories to go with her gawking.

"Master, I've been waiting for you, I was-" The clak-clak sound interrupted the tiny child, making her stop as she waited for the noise to make itself known.

Stepping around her master to join them in the room... was a minotaur. Pol's mouth opened slightly as she blinked in surprise at the massive beast before her, hands rising up instinctively to hide her barely clad body from his eyes.

The beast was gigantic, a bit taller than her master and rippling with thick mounds of muscle. His fur was near black and short, doing little to hide the curves of rock that outlined the mounds of his pectorals, the lines of his serratus muscles under his arms, or the bulging of... well, everything. Unlike Rathe, whose body was lined with a more natural, albeit defined look of tight muscle, the minotaur overflowed with it. His strength must have been immense, and it made Pol shiver with fright.

Like Rathe, the minotaur stood nude in all his glory, giving Pol a very imposing eye full as she took in his size. His girth, hanging between his legs, was as big as Rathe's, a titanic member already long and thick with anticipation. She quivered in her chains, closing her legs together tightly as her eyes refused to pull away from him. It was hairless, thick and veined with dark blues against the soft pink flesh, its tip coming to a more pointy end than Rathe's rather bulbous penis head. It may have even been a bit bigger than her master's.

"Pol," her master said, deep voice of rolling bass and buried hisses filling the room. "This isss... well he hass no name of hisssss own." Rathe grinned evilly, snake like body slithering forward with fluid movements as he approached his slave, a red tongue sneaking out from between green lips to lick at them.

"Is... why... is.." Too confused to make sense of the situation, Pol resigned herself to a shy position, keeping her breasts hidden with her arms as her fingers rested upon her lips. She wasn't petrified, Rathe would never let real harm come to her, but she was still worried about this huge creature who stood before her.

Not answering, Rathe motioned for the minotaur to come closer, a delightful little smile on his lips. The monster of muscle and fur approached, gigantic hands at his sides and massive hooves stirring the fire with each step. His huge penis still hung between his legs, growing harder with blood as the beast snorted, beady eyes of red starring at the tiny girl in curiosity. There was a strange intelligence to the monster, Pol noticed, one his apparent inability to speak did not do justice.

Slowly, with a care she did not expect from the minotaur, the creature approached the little elf child, and got down onto his knees, lowering his weight until his ass rested upon his heels. Shifting his weight from knee to knee, he spread his legs apart, making Pol look away in embarrassment as his penis hung freely to the floor.

"Pleassssure him, Pol," her master ordered, the reptile titan himself crouching down beside her, massive hand reaching out to gently turn her head towards the phallus of the minotaur beast. With her gaze forced, she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, eyes slowly looking up and down the animal and his shaft.

"But... but..." she stammered, squirming about slightly as she tried to turn her head. Rathe didn't let her.

Leaning in, Rathe put his lips to Pol's ear, serpentine tongue slithering out to wrap about her lobe. His voice came in a soft, lust filled roll that made the tiny girl's legs shake.

"Do it." His word was absolute, stern but gentle, an owner giving his pet an order he expected to be followed without question. So compelled to obey, the child qwento found her body shivering all the more, torn between retreating from this huge creature that could easily devour her in a single bite, and doing her master's bidding. The minotaur was only a couple feet way, his animal smell thick with the musk of lust, his titanic hands resting upon his knees, easily able to reach out and take her against her will.

Slowly, with obvious hesitation, Pol leaned forward, taking a second to adjust her pink nightie in a futile hope to hide her body from the animal. The damn thing was see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination and giving the minotaur plenty of eye candy. To see the petite elf, blue hair about her pointy years, small pouty lips on her innocent face, navy nipples starting to point out against her clothes despite herself; the minotaur did not lack for arousal. More blood pumped into his cock, the appendage growing harder and longer as it rested across the soft blankets in front of her.

Gulping with nervousness, the qwento looked up to the beast, big blue eyes shyly scanning up to his own. The creature waited patiently, a strange calm in its animal eyes, an awareness uninterested by language or communication. Pol interested it.

Trembling, the qwento slowly reached out, and with an ever so delicate touch, lifted the penis with both her hands, her palms holding it from underneath along its middle and end.

"Master, it's... it's warm..." Holding the shaft in her bare hands, she could feel the beast's heartbeat, slow but powerful, each pulse of his heart making the huge tool growing thicker and longer. Pol starred at it, unable to avoid breathing its aroma of pure animal lust from this close. It lacked the dirty odour of animals, Rathe must have had him cleaned before bringing him here, she thought. Still it continued to grow, its soft, long body filling out and reaching new lengths. Eight inches, nine, ten. Finally, the phallus seemed to reach its limit at nearly a foot long, making the four foot three inch skinny elf gawk in dismay.

"It's... it's so big! Master, it's... huge..." With mild curiosity, she gave the gargantuan cock a tiny squeeze, curious about its strength. Her fingers sank in slightly, making the beast snort in response. The elf child squeaked in surprise at the beast's sound, almost forgetting it was there as her eyes drew over the penis in her hands. Unlike her master's, the beast's cock was a long pole of soft, pink flesh, with no ridge or bulbous tip. While the last couple inches did taper into a dull point, the bulk of the gigantic cock was of uniform thickness. Very very thick.

Rathe had sneakily snuck up to sit directly behind Pol, sitting in an identical position to the minotaur, on his knees with his ass on his heels, legs spread, albeit with Pol between his legs and facing away from him. His words again made her squeak, the qwento unable to calm down in the unfamiliar setting.

"How doesss he feel?" He brought his hands down to her waist, massive digits sneaking about her nightie and under it, clawed fingers teasingly running along the naked flesh of her hips and stomach. The slave shivered in response, stirred from her daze of starring.

"He's soft... softer than you, but... bigger... hotter." Remember her master's words, the pet licked her lips in preparation. She knew what Rathe wanted her to do, and she had to admit, holding this... gargantuan piece of flesh in her tiny hands had roused her lust. She took another moment to squeeze the beast, starting to enjoy the feeling of its soft flesh conforming to her fingers.

The giant creature did little to stop the child, merely kneeling down and watching the qwento of maybe one tenth his total size. A single arm was as big as her entire body, and the great guardian wondered how this delicious little thing would be able to do what the reptile friend said it could. The reptile had never lied to him before though, so he waited, enjoying how the tiny girl experimented with his member.

Rathe waited patiently, admiring how his used-to-be innocent slave explored the sexuality of another so readily. His exploring hands under her nightie occasionally dipped down between the slave's legs, making Pol almost purr with anticipation as his thick fingers teased the now moist lips of her cunt. For all the fear this situation had her in, she was getting very turned on.

With Rathe's touchings spurring her onward, Pol finally decided to take the leap forward, and lifted the end of the cock to her mouth. It was far too thick to slip into her throat, even her races ability to stretch wouldn't fit this monster without her teeth biting down on him. Still, her master had given her an order, and she was compelled to obey. Slowly, with curious and squinted eyes, the water elf leaned in, and placed her lips upon the end of the animal's cock.

The minotaur stirred slightly in response, making her pull back in fright as the giant shifted his weight slightly, bringing himself a few inches closer to her. Blinking up at the beast with hesitant eyes, large with worry and torn by lust, she again brought the soft flesh of the animal's member to her lips, and licked it attentively.

"Master... I'm afraid... he's so big," she murmured, looking up and over her shoulder at her master, who's own body pressed against her back comfortingly.

"Play with him," he whispered back, his voice again a strong order of soft volume, demonic booms kept low and rumbling.

Growing weak at the knees, horribly conflicted with an urge to flee from this beast, an urge to please her master, and a need to satisfy the growing lust in her loins, she resumed. With slight movements she started to stroke its length, feeling the slow, powerful pulse of the beast as she tried to wrap her fingers around his girth. She could not get her thumb and finger to touch, not even close; he was indeed thicker than Rathe, though thankfully softer to the touch.

A bit more confident, she opened her mouth and gently took in the first two inches of the cock, quickly hitting the limit of girth she could take before teeth would get involved. Again she looked to the creature, making eye contact as her tongue cautiously licked the underside of his cock. The minotaur made a deep groan, quiet and buried in its throat, a rumbling sound akin to a very manly purr. He seemed to be enjoying it.

Seeing her touch not go unappreciated, Pol smiled a little, bringing a hand up to her mouth to help spread a touch of saliva along the huge member. It was almost a foot long, and moistening the entire thing was going to take some time.

Seeing that his pet was getting into the mood, Rathe sneakily snuck a hand down to her pussy, catching her off guard and making her moan onto the minotaur's shaft as the reptile started to softly rub her budding clitoris.

"Don't sssssstop with the beast, pet." Another order, spoken in a quiet rasp as Rathe's own penis started to grow hard.

Pol soon found herself having trouble with her task, hands reaching up to help spread the little saliva she could muster across the beast's length for easier massaging. It wasn't so much his length that was making things difficult for her, but Rathe's expert touch on her privates, his large digits finding just the right groove of pressure and rotation to make her legs quiver. She pulled her mouth from the animal's cock, a hand leaving it to land on his furry leg as she tried to steady herself.

"Master, please, I.. I can't..." Again she looked over her shoulder up at her owner, offering a torn, wide eyed look as she gyrated her hips slowly, biting her bottom lip as her master continued his gentle rubbing.

"I sssaid, don't sstop." Mockingly, the Rathe ceased his petting, his fingers dancing along the skin just outside the girl's labia, tickling her thighs underneath her nightie and making her mewl with desire. She made a tiny frown as she deliberated, starting to feel the ache of arousal deep inside as her owner stopped touching her most sensitive bits. It had never been like this before, but now with a master who fucked her silly every night, she couldn't help but feel a need to have something inside her.

Submitting to his will, the qwento child resumed her blowjob, lifting the minotaur's lengthy cock to her lips. She looked up to the creature, eyes sliding up and down the muscles that riveted his form, the insane girth of his arms, the breadth of his hands, even the bumpy surface of his penis. Slowly, almost without her awareness, a fire awoke inside her, her arousal making the target of her affection more and more alluring. Raw animal power that could easily rip her in two, just sitting there, letting the little elf sit between his legs and play with his shaft at her own leisure.

Growing bolder, Pol again opened her mouth to suckle on the beast's cock, both hands now sliding up and down its length with a bit more fervour. Rathe grinned into her ear, nibbling on its point as little moans escaped her plugged mouth. She wanted this.

Seeing that she was starting to get into the mood, her eyes drifting shut as she lavished the minotaur's shaft in her mouth, Rathe resumed his fingering, the tip of his digit picking up its pace as a slow wash of Pol's juices dripped onto it.

"Oh? Isss my pet getting hot, sucking on this animal?" whispered Rathe, the rubbing of the slave's clit growing faster and rougher as her moans grew more impassioned.

She squirmed under his touch, hips starting to twist and buckle slightly, trickles of her juices dripping down her thighs as Rathe fingered her. Her nipples pointed out against the nightie tightly, making the statue of a minotaur breathe faster as his animal eyes drifted over her writhing form. She didn't stop. The wild creature was treated to a sight, watching Pol twist and moan as she kissed and suckled upon his phallus, her hands running back and forth along his length, getting faster as she grew closer to orgasm.

She craved penetration, eyes rolling up behind her eyelids as she felt her orgasm approaching. She wanted something inside her, someone, anything, something to fill the gap being empty left her. She lifted her ass and leaned forward, managing to squeeze another inch of the minotaur's dick into her drooling mouth as she vainly tried to hump Rathe's hand. Why was he taking so long? She needed it, she could feel her master's hard, hot cock resting along the crack of her ass, its soft bulbous head touching the small of her back. God she needed it.