AltRealm Ch. 01

"And?" He whispered as defiantly as he could manage.

Her grip tightened and she pressed into him fully. Her tail, an appendage he hadn't even been fully aware of snaked from behind her and wrapped tightly around him just above his elbows before catching his wrists and binding them together in front of him rendering his arms useless. He realized his feet were no longer on the ground as she pinned him with her body.

Tycho's thoughts frayed as her heavy-lidded eyes met his. With the last vestige of will he had left, he summoned the wherewithal to protest.

"Terri... What's happeningmmmmppph."

Her wet lips locked into his, her rough tongue invading his mouth and smothering his question. His hard cock pressed into her lower stomach and she ground against it. He was impossibly hard now, every hard heartbeat sending a throb from his member through his spine and tingling along his nerve endings. Her breasts pressed into his chest, so large he could feel them from his neck to where his sternum ended before his stomach, and nearly spilling out around the sides of his shoulders. All resistance left him as he numbly moaned into her mouth and she returned her own. She ground against him with a fervor and wanton lust he'd never imagined a person could possess.

"I don't know," she whispered between head-spinning kisses. "I can't... I can't stop." She sounded desperate, whimpering, moaning, purring into him.

'Something about her smell,' he thought, before the last cohesive strands of his thoughts were sent spinning into oblivion with her soft lips.

He lay unresisting in her overwhelming embrace. She sucked the breath from him, her hips working overtime and coaxing both of their orgasms to the forefront. Her wetness soaked through her thin leather coverings and through his pants. Her raw smell made him happy, giddy, and horny. He vaguely realized he was high. His balls felt like they had somehow doubled in weight and hadn't been emptied in months.

She released the kiss, licking first his lips then her own. She was panting and he could feel her animal lust overwhelming them both.

"Wait," he said weakly, surprised he could form words. "Please..."

"I can't. I can't. I'm so sorry, I don't know why I can't."

"Terri," he tried one last time.

"You just need more. To breathe more."

With a feral growl, she forced him down, wrapping her giant tits around his head and cutting off his weak efforts to protest. She sealed him into her tangy, sweet sweat while titflesh engulfed his head. She held him there, suspended and bound while he slowly suffocated, still grinding into his swollen member. Only the smallest of breaths that she allowed only drove him more and more crazy while his higher reasoning shut down.

'The smell,' he half thought. 'pheromones.'

He went limp after a few minutes, a slave to her smothering, gyrating ministrations. She expertly deprived him of breath and drowned him in her until his mind was mush and his body compliant in her embrace. Every breath she allowed was laced heavily with that maddening smell. He could feel his orgasm building and she was working herself into a frenzy as well. She moaned and mewled into the forest while he mumbled and moaned helplessly into her cleavage. He began to buck into her thoughtlessly as she fucked herself with his body. He was close. So close. He groaned silently into her ever tightening hug as she licked and kissed the top of his head affectionately, possessively. She howled as her climax became imminent. He was right at the tipping point, seconds from unloading in his own pants.

"Suck me," she demanded.

He didn't get the chance to respond as a nipple found his mouth and he clamped his lips on it. She had him right where she wanted him and he was powerless to her advances, simply accepting everything she did to him, betrayed by his own mind and body. He wanted this.

Her breath caught and he felt her reach her climax, screaming into the woods as she soaked him through his pants all over again. The heady aroma overwhelmed him and she tenderly rubbed her pelvis now as she milked his load out of him and helplessly into his own pants. He twitched and moaned, thanking her in his fuzzy head for the gift of release. She kissed and licked his face, sighing and purring in utter satisfaction. She relaxed and slowly her tail released his wrists and arms. The giant caught him from falling, helping him down while he slid from between her tits, down her body, and back into a seated position against the tree. Tycho coughed and sputtered while his brain tried to restart.

Arterra knelt down, smiling hazily at him, clearly a little lost in the moment herself. He noted her lusty eyes glancing up and down him. She rubbed his chest tenderly.

"Forgive me. Please forgive me," she said so sweetly but not altogether meaning it as she traced her finger along the bulge in his pants. Still there even after she dry fucked him.

"Please I... I didn't mean to, I just..."

He slowly regained his balance and sat upright, testing his nervous system.

"I smelled you and I... I had to... I don't know, have you," she was working herself from an apology to another climax by the tone of her voice.

"Holy fuck," Tycho finally said.

She looked at him pointedly, a clawed but soft hand tracing his stomach as she folded herself into him while he lay there.

"What the hell just happened?"

His cock throbbed painfully in his pants as he went to readjust it, his conscious mind finally able to replay the events in his head. She looked as satisfied as he felt disturbed through the whole experience. He remained seated, trying his best to hide the tent in his pants but lacking the will or ability to push her off. He looked up at her, realizing she was holding his head against her tits. Her shorts were dark brown leather like her bikini style top, both barely able to contain her superhuman proportions. His already painful shaft throbbed when his gaze lingered too long. He saw her shiver before he tore his gaze away but found it difficult.

"I can smell when you're staring," she said in a sing-song voice.

"How am I still hard?"

She finally turned down to look at him with a quizzical glare.

"What?"

"What," he responded.

She paused, staring at what he figured was a spot on the ground next to him and very lost in thought. He watched her and even managed to keep his eyes on her face before staring off into the sky.

He was a virile, red-blooded man. At 20 years, his hormones were more balanced than when he was a teenager but far from subdued. He watched coeds in yoga pants as an instinctual past time, watched porn, and religiously pursued relationships in the off-chance of booty. He jerked off, had morning wood, and enjoyed the rite of passage trying to hide an erection in public but... With this Jinko it was something else. He didn't stare instinctually, he stared helplessly. He wasn't hard simply because he was aroused, he was painfully erect with wanton lust.

"Hey there, Terri. Any chance you could explain to me what the fuck?"

"You explored me with your eyes, Dude Tycho. I felt it. I could smell your need. And I... I had a need too."

He waved a hand at her.

"Just call me Tycho. I think you and I are a little past such fancy titles as 'dude.'"

She seemed to consider his request before giving a curt nod.

"Very well, Tycho."

They lay in silence, with her staring excitedly at him and Tycho trying desperately to look anywhere else but at her for fear of another episode. Her hard body was pushing soft parts against him and he struggled to maintain his head. His eyes finally met hers and she yanked her head away with a shade of crimson across her cheeks. He didn't know how long they sat like this. Maybe minutes but what felt like much longer.

"Okay, let's try this again," he said, finally breaking the silence and slowly untangling himself from her to stand. He tried his best to keep the cynicism out of his voice but it was never his forte.

"I require a certain level of normalcy to function and today hasn't really helped much so I guess asking a tiger girl to help me out is just where I'm at right now. I'll go first since you're... You. I don't know why you did what you did, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. That being said, it's the hottest thing I've ever had happen to me so I'm not going to look at this as bad."

He paused, stealing a glance at her before looking away quickly. Her eyes were boring holes into him.

"It was my first time. Please let me try again. I want to try again. And again and again," she pleaded.

'What did I do to this girl? I really hope this isn't like a thing now.'

He felt his head swim and his vision grew hazy. Quickly, he hopped back to create distance and tried to avoid another dose of her.

"Not now, Terri. We uh... I need your help not booty. Look, if it makes you feel better, you definitely come on strong but it turns out I like that in a woman... Apparently."

She crossed her arms underneath her heaving chest turning her deep cleavage positively cavernous and pouted her large lips at him.

"You tempted me with your eyes, Tycho. It's not fair to show me how much you enjoy my touch and then turn it off again. I won't be teased when my blood is already up."

"Hold the phone, how did I tempt you!?"

"You looked at me like some animal," she said with a smile while licking her lips.

"Terri, no! Bad Terri! And I beg your unbelievable pardon?"

"I could feel your heat," she said looking directly at his crotch. "Your eyes, your lust, your scent... Your arousal. You know very well what you did."

Tycho held up his hands. "Whoa! Hold on a damn minute! First of all, that's a bit... Personal. Second, I check out lots of girls, okay? So don't think you're so special. Third, and this is really the key point, staring is not an invitation to molest someone!"

"You were doing much more than staring," she said. "And you quite enjoyed my attentions, did you not?"

"Fuck that! I couldn't help it, you have some kind of crazy magnetism. I couldn't have stopped staring at you even if I'd wanted to!"

"What did you say?" she asked, suddenly standing up.

"I mean I... I don't know. Something about you, your smell or something... I really don't know," he trailed off.

She seemed to consider his words for a moment before giving him the most earnest stare he'd ever seen.

"You didn't know... You don't know, do you?"

He crossed his arms now. He wasn't sure what she was asking but he was starting to get angry now.

"Of course I don't fucking know! How would I!?"

"That floating cave you came from," she said finally. "Where is it?"

And his building anger extinguished just like that. He sighed, leaning back against another tree and finally remembering his unlikely journey, suddenly pondering how he would get home or if any of this was even real.

"Ann Arbor, Michigan. And before you ask, I highly doubt it's anywhere near here."

"And what do you know of where you are now?"

He smirked mirthlessly. She was smarter than he had given her credit for. He threw his smirk at her in a grim humor. He was grateful, at least, for her look of genuine concern.

"Not a damn thing. Frankly, I don't even know if I'm actually here. Part of me knows this isn't a dream, but another part really hopes it is."

"You cannot be so lost as that. My kind are few in number yet you recognized me for what I am," she offered.

"Yeah, where I'm from you don't exist. Your kind aren't real. You're more of a mythological fetish than anything else. Like fairies."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You know of the Fey as well?"

Tycho gulped. Loudly. The Jinko he'd encountered had acted roughly in accordance with his understanding of them in relation to games and manga. Although, the experience of one in the flesh was so much more intense than he could have imagined. The visceral, corporeal aspect lost a lot in the actual imagining. His understanding of Fey, assuming they followed a similar bent... Well, shit.

"You uh... You have Fey here?"

She nodded solemnly before pausing.

"Tycho, what is a fetish?"

"Right! Well that's another conversation for another time. Preferably long after my..." He trailed off, feeling his now half-deflated cock throb into renewed vigor. Tycho wiggled his legs uncomfortably to try and hide it. What the hell was up with his dick in this place?

"Long after my next question is answered," he finished as smoothly as he could manage. "Where exactly am I?"

"You're in the Alethian Wood. Dangerous in its own right, far more so where we are. Especially for you."

"Danger is my middle name, I'll have you know... Actually, it's Allen. Danger is more like a title. Danger Dude Tycho. That's me. Anyways, why am I so special?"

"You're a male," she said simply. She began the sentence with a tone that spoke of his gender being of obvious and intrinsic significance. She ended it with a small moan that raised every hair on his skin. She smelled the air and smiled deviously.

"A particularly sensitive one, it seems."

"Knock that off," he warned with an index finger. "And what does that have to do with anything?"

She widened her feline eyes before narrowing them. "You're a long way from home after all. Males are rare. Rare enough in certain areas, these woods for instance, that my kinmates may go most of their lives without seeing one. And you're hardly able to protect yourself, if you'll forgive my honesty."

"Go to hell," he responded and stood straight as if to emphasize his point. He shrank a little upon being reminded how much larger she was compared to his slender 5' 11 frame but continued his bluster.

"You caught me off guard is all," he said accusingly. "Despite what you may think, I'm not some hunter's prize."

"Oh, but you will be hunted, Tycho."

That got his attention. Her body language told him that his huntress would be her but the expression said she wasn't kidding either.

"Why?"

"So the legend goes; lifetimes ago, males and women were equals. In most species, at least. But the males were brash and arrogant. They beat their chests and broke nature's laws. The Mother tried reasoning with them but still they carried on, creating abominations, cutting down nature's monuments, and warring with one another. The Mother took more drastic actions. She sought the assistance of the Fey, and together they created the daemons. Their design was an abomination of femininity of itself, but they exploited a weakness. It was known that males, possessing many weaknesses, had one above all others; their lust."

Tycho held up a hand to silence her.

"I just want to make sure I'm keeping up. Men are all assholes, men do asshole things, and nature somehow took them all out? By creating succubusses? Or is it succubi... Whatever the plural is. And that was it?"

"Put simply, if 'asshole' means arrogant and foolish, and succu... That word you used means daemon, then yes. The males' own hubris was their undoing. But hush, denmate! There's more to the story."

He started at her pet name but she carried on unperturbed.

"The daemons stole men from their homes, stole their minds and spirits. The afflicted males became little more than husks. They were docile and obedient. The remaining males joined together, corrupted by one race, and met the Fey and the Mother in war. By all recountings of the legend, the inferior males, both in number and ability, drove the battle to a standstill with their inventions and ferocity. But they were overwhelmed in time. Some resisted until the end, others were captured, and many others simply disappeared. Over the next few lifetimes, men simply became less and less. Some tribes of my sisters have one or two and I believe some other species have them as well. They are used for breeding and bartering. Many will buy or trade for pleasure with them but none can bear children with mates outside of their species. I believe some of them are merely stories created for status among separate tribes and species. I'll admit, you're the first I've ever seen..."

She regarded him cooly, scanning him up and down. The gears in his mind were turning too quickly for him to pay much attention. How real could this legend be? If this wasn't a dream, the potential for it to be real was there. Almost no males, an endangered species. At least that explained her awkward humping. She was a virgin and even without penetration she'd rocked his world. She was only following her baser instincts but that didn't explain his uncontrollable reaction to her. Had to be pheromones. Right?

"What happened to the women who remained? How do you procreate?"

"Males were said to be the larger and stronger of us. The Mother blessed us in their absence. We became strong. The males are not all as small and weak as you, many were unwilling to be beaten. And so we were given gifts to overcome them. Many are fast and strong, others have the gift of an alluring smell, though I admit that your scent and flavor must be a gift as well. Some can enchant with words or a stare and ensnare the senses, while there are those that can even enter the blood. But if no males are present, then we are blessed by the Mother with daughters, after a time."

"Well, shit. Virgins births."

'Pheromones,' he thought. 'I knew it. She smelled mine, produced her own, and the cycle went downhill from there until instincts kicked in.'

He blushed as he remembered his head cocooned within her soft tits. Denied air until he gasped for it directly next to her sweaty flesh.

'And when she dosed me with hers it was overwhelming,' he thought, wondering just how dire his predicament may be.

How much control would he actually have if the situation came up again? She'd called him 'sensitive.' Tycho gathered that must mean exactly what it was. He potentially had a weakness here that other men of any species potentially may not have. If men were rare, of course women would evolve to find a way to get them. Nature's free-for-all in the face of extremely limited resources. The males would build resistances over time and the females would evolve more potent ways of getting what they needed. All in a long period of evolution that he'd just been dropped into fresh as a fucking daisy with zero resistance to any of it. Lovely.

"Evolution at its most humorous," he said aloud.

"What is that?"

He looked sidelong at the stunning redhead. Every time he looked at her, it became more difficult to keep his eyes in healthy places. Even more so to not stare at her in general. She shifted and he met her eyes. She was blushing same as he was. Tycho was far from an endocrinologist but she said she could smell when he was aroused. She would sense it and throw her own flavor into the air until one of them broke. He shook his head. He needed to wake up or get home, whatever it took to leave. Ignoring her question, he moved on.

"So what now?"

"I do not understand."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I mean, what now? You found me and I doubt I could outrun you. So unless I can ask you to just walk away..."

"I will not leave my denmate."

"That's what I thought. Has to be a better word. So what do we do then?"

She put her hands on her hips and bounced on her heels in thought. The jiggling of her glorious body drew his eyes and felt a need rise within him. Her cheeks flushed and she looked at him. His pheromones hypothesis confirmed, he artfully redirected her thoughts into less dangerous areas.

"Well? Out with it, Terri! What's next?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I suppose I can take you back to my village. Our elders will know what to do."

He pictured dozens of tiger girls undressing him with their eyes before all pouncing at once.

"Hmmmm... Is there a plan B option?"