Crusade Gone Awry Ch. 03

Oren yelped and his legs twitched. His dick throbbed at the air excitedly, delighted. As if it didn't bother her at all, Mirat shoved her face against his balls. Her long tongue was fully inside of him, coiling around his insides. The major made high-pitch noises as sensations he wasn't familiar with washed over him. It wasn't pain, and Oren tried to tel himself it wasn't pleasure. All the same, his throbbing erection was rock hard, and twitching excitedly. As if looking for something specific, the cockatrice's tongue began whipping it's way around the flesh inside. After a few moments, it brushed up against something. Oren yelped and his dick leapt several times compulsively. Mirat pulled her head away, a bridge of saliva briefly following. She sucked her long tongue back into her mouth, as if it were nothing.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"That was weird." Oren replied flalty, his face still flushed.

"Well, it's about to get weirder." With her superior strength, Mirat put his legs together and bent them up near Oren's head. If it were at all possible, the major went even redder. Now he was even more exposed, with his anal opening right in front of her face. The cockatrice kept one of her arms over his legs, holding him place. She stuck her middle finger of her other hand in her mouth, getting it wet with her spit.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop!" Oren shouted.

She took her finger out of her mouth, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm enjoying myself." She put her large middle finger against his entrance. "And so are you, whether you like it or not." Her digit pierced inside of him, her slick spit allowing it easy entrance. Oren let out another high-pitch squeak, trying to ignore any feeling of pleasure. Mirat's finger shifted around inside of him for a few moments, before it found the spot her tongue had before.

Oren yelped and his whole body twitched. A few waves of pleasure, as if he had orgasmed, shot through him. Once it passed, he lifted his head a little to look at his dick, which was practically near his face. Nothing had come out it, but it was throbbing painfully.

"Found it!" Mirat sang. "I always heard human males had this tiny organ inside of them that controls when they cum. Turns out it's real. I know how to play with this all day, and never give you an orgasm. You want me to?"

"Wha...what?" Oren asked weakly.

"Pay attention!" she sang again. Her finger rotated in a small circle around the organ. Oren let out a little moan and jerked his body. His dick wagged in the air, as if squirting off it's load. Nothing came out however, and the pleasure fizzled before he could be satisfied. Oren turned his head towards his arm and covered his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. She was toying with him. She was humiliating and manipulating his body for her own amusement, and Oren would have given anything for it stop. All the same, he couldn't deny his throbbing erection. His whole body was crying out for a release, something it wasn't going to get it.

Mirat saw his attempt to hide his face and only giggled again. "If you're not honest with me, I'm just going to keep playing!" The cockatrice woman pushed hard with her finger. Oren's body jerked, he moaned against his arm, and his legs quivered helplessly. His dick became even harder and twitched heartily, as if trying it's hardest to cum. It failed, and ended up throbbing painfully. It was screaming for release.

"Now then," Mirat began, her eyes twinkling and her mouth smiling. "Do you want to cum?"

Oren grit his teeth for a few moments before muttering. "Yes..."

"Can't hear you! Turn towards me and say it."

His face burning in humiliation, the major turned his head towards her. "Yes!"

"Yes what? What do you want me to do?"

Oren felt her finger circle lightly around his organ. His dick throbbed painfully. "I want you to make me cum!"

Mirat giggled delightfully, as if someone had told her a great joke. Then, abruptly, she pulled her finger out and leg go of his legs. His body flopped back out, finding that she had left the position at his feet. Oren craned his neck around the room, terribly confused. The cockatrice hopped across the room, her ample ass cheeks wobbling. She went to a shelf, grabbed something, and then returned. She stood over him, grinning from ear-to-ear. There was a metal ring in her hand.

"Well you can't cum. I won't let you." she said.

"Huh?" Oren asked weakly. She leaned over and slipped it around his throbbing erection. Once it reached the base she muttered some magic words. The major then yelped as the metal ring tightened around the bottom of his dick. In a matter of moments it was incredible tight.

"Wha...what did you do?" the major demanded.

"It's a little ring I can control." Mirat replied. "Now then, it's time for me to get some attention."

Oren blushed again as Mirat slithered over his body. She pulled her human-like folds apart, exposing her pink inner flesh. It had been dripping before, but now it was soaked. Her entire crotch was slick with fluids. While she had been teasing and toying with him, she became even more turned on. Dominating and controlling him made her hot. She began grinding her pink flesh against his rock-hard dick. The heat from her loins was intense, almost burning. Her slick fluids coated against his shaft.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Hot..." Oren said.

"Want to feel what it's like on the inside?"

The major gulped and turned red again. "Yes."

"You're gonna have to beg for it!" she sang.

Oren grit his teeth, not wanting to give in to her again. Mirat ended up grinding against his shaft again, causing it to throb eagerly. His whole body was screaming for an orgasm, and his dick was literally harder than stone. All he wanted at that moment was stick it inside her hot, sticky folds.

"P-please..." Oren muttered.

"Can't hear you!'" she said melodically.

"Please! Let me put it inside you! It's killing me!"

Mirat giggled once again. "Just what I wanted to hear!" The cockatrice lifted herself up by her powerful reptile legs. She aimed his engorged shaft at her folds and slowly lowered herself onto it. Oren gasped and his back arched. Her insides were a tight, fleshy furnace. Every inch he went inside of her was a new level of pleasure. After an eternity, her hips met his and his full shaft was inside of her.

"Feel good?" Mirat asked with a smile.

"It's...amazing!" Oren admitted. "I don't think...I can last long!"

"Go ahead." the cockatrice said gleefully. "I don't mind." She began grinding back and forth, his dick twisting inside of her wet canal. The slick flesh writhed around his sensitive rod, teasing him ruthlessly. Oren could feel sparks going across his body as his dick pulsed relentlessly. His balls were twitching and he could feel the tingling in his legs.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!" he shouted. He could hear Mirat giggled as he arched his back and moaned.

Then he felt it clamp, hard. Oren let out a yipping noise as the ring around his dick tightened, instantly choking his orgasm. His dick twitched in agony, unable to allow his sperm to escape. There was just a deep throbbing, and a wash of both pain and pleasure. Then it stopped, and there was no relief. His dick somehow got even harder, begging for relief.

"What...what was that?" the major whined.

"You honestly think I would just let you cum so quickly?" the cockatrice asked haughtily. "Like I said, you don't get to have all of the fun. Now, it's time for me to enjoy myself." The woman moved herself forward a little, and then began popping her hips back and forth. Oren grit his teeth as she bounced on his shaft. She was biting her lip, enjoying herself immensely. "You're pretty big. I really lucked out!" Oren could feel her pussy pounding up and down on his dick. Her hips were working furiously, and her juices were hot and slick. The parts of her body that were flesh, and not feather or scale, flushed. She reached out with her hands and gripped his body. Oren gazed up at her with a terrible expression of wanting and lust. This only made her smile and lick her lips. She was enjoying his torment.

Each time Oren's tortured erection stabbed into her wet vice, a wave of pleasure washed over him. He could feel his dick pounding with blood, eager to let out another release that wouldn't be satisfied. As much as Oren wanted it to stop, he couldn't control it.

"No! Please stop!" the major begged. Mirat gasped and threw her head back, moaning.

"Don't think so!" she shouted. "Yeah! Right there!" The cockatrice slammed her pussy down, his dick completely buried in her. Mirat shrieked and shuddered, her juices gushing around Oren's shaft. It was too much, and Oren gasped as another orgasm tried to wash over him. Instead, the ring clamped and he yelped. The familiar mix of pain and pleasure washed over him, as his orgasm was stopped dead. He thrashed, hoping to get some relief. It didn't help, and somehow his dick seemed to get even harder. At this point, he could probably beat someone to death with it.

Mirat meanwhile, rode on his hard shaft through her orgasm. She bucked her hips against him for several moments as her juices squirted around the rock-hard dick inside of her. She floated in a blissful afterglow, enjoying every moment. When she finally lowered her head, she grinned at Oren's terrible expression. He looked as if he were going crazy. His entire body was completely flushed and there were tears in his eyes.

"Please! Please make it stop! Let me cum! Please!" he shouted. Mirat smiled and giggled.

"Maaaaaaybe." she said delightfully. She rocked back and forth for a moment, causing him to whine pitifully. "There's something you should probably know." Oren cringed, expecting her to do something else to him to tease him. "In terms of mates, cockatrices are the same as basan."

"Wha...what does that mean?" the major asked weakly.

"When a mate cums inside of a basan, they are linked together. It's a magic spell. The mate can never escape. If they try, the basan will track them down and bring them back. They will inherently know where they are. If you cum inside of me, it will be the same. You will never be able to escape me. You can run, but I will always find you. In essence, we will be married, now and forever. Still want to cum?"

Oren's face fell and actually became pale. A creeping feeling of horror washed over him. She had been planning this the entire time. She wanted to endlessly tease and torture him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he would beg to become her mate for life. She wanted to dominate him in every way, even his future. Now he was trapped, a ring around his dick.

"Oh...you seem to be unsure!" she sang. "Looks like you need a little convincing!"

"N-no! Don't!" Oren cried. The cockatrice ignored him. She shifted backwards and put her feet on either side of his hips. She then began to pump back and forth, her pussy gushing juices around his dick. Oren whined painfully as her folds grind against his shaft, practically milking it. Mirat tilted her head back and moaned. Her large breasts bounced up and down alluringly. Any man would have loved the scene and pleasure he was being given, any man but Oren. He tensed up every muscle in his body, trying to control his body's impulse. He was failing miserably. His dick trembled in incredible pleasure, quickly building to another orgasm. Mirat lifted one of her fingers to her pussy and she began to rub her love button as she pistoned her folds on his abused dick.

"Fuck your dick is so hard!" she cried. "These basan urges are amazing! No wonder they're obsessed with this!"

"Please..." Oren whined, tears coming down his eyes. "Make it stop." She lowered her head and smiled, never stopping her pumping hips.

"Only one way to make it stop!" she said. "Beg to cum inside of me and be bound to me forever, then I'll let you cum!"

"No! I don't want...!"

"Suit yourself!" The cockatrice bit her lip and tilted her head back. Her fingers furiously rubbed her button as she slammed herself down on him, hard. She pumped her hips back and forth as she screamed against her lip. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and a new flood of boiling juices came out. Oren couldn't take it anymore. He gasped and bucked his hips. Then the breath caught in his throat and his body thrashed under her. She was bigger and stronger than him. His movement made no difference. The pain and pleasure went over him as his dick throbbed in vain.

Mirat twitched and quivered, whining as her nipples went hard and pleasure went over her. She had never cum this many times in her life. She didn't just enjoy this, she LOVED it. The two instincts inside of her, basilisk and basan were melting together, giving her pleasure the likes of which she never had. She loved mating with Oren, which fed her basan side. She loved dominating him, which fed her basilisk side. Every orgasm was amazing. When she finally finished she sighed in her afterglow and gazed down at Oren.

He was pitiful. His entire face was painfully red. Tears were coming out of his eyes and he was beginning to drool. There was terrible desperation in his eyes. His dick was so hard and was throbbing so painfully that she could feel pound inside of her. Rather than give him relief, she rotated her hips around, teasing him.

"I could do this all night!" she announced gleefully. "Every time I see that look on your face..."

"Please..." he croaked. She leaned forward a little and cupped her feathered hand over her ear.

"Hm? Can't hear you!" she sang.

"Please let me cum inside of you! Please! I'll do anything! Anything to cum! I don't care!"

Words could not express the supreme pleasure Mirat felt. It was as good as an orgasm, no better. The satisfaction of knowing that she had dominated and controlled this man filled her with joy. She could tease him like this not just today, but every single day, for the rest of his life. She would do it all gladly.

"Finally." she said. She leaned forward, her ample breasts dangling in his face. Her hands came over his wrists. There was a tingling sensation and she leaned back to her normal position. Oren suddenly found that his hands were free. He brought them back down and stared at them. There was nothing wrong with them. They were the same as they had always been. He leaned up and got an eyeful.

Mirat was on her back. She was holding up her knees, giving him a perfect view of her engorged folds. They were gaping open, showing her pulsing pink insides. Her fluids were drooling out of her. Everything about her screamed that she was ready to go.

"Well? Come on." she said in a sultry voice. "Cum inside of me. I'll let you this time."

Oren could have tried to get away. He could have struck her over the head, tried to grab that trap stone, or even go for a jar as a weapon. He didn't consider any of those options. His painfully pulsing dick wouldn't let him. The only thing he wanted to do was cum, and the perfect place for that was open in front of him. With manic desperation, he leapt at Mirat. He laid his body on top of hers. She giggled and enveloped him, her arms across his back and her powerful reptile legs around his waist. For a few moments, Oren struggled to get his rock-hard dick into her. Finally, he managed to aim it right and the head began to push past her engorged lips. He then thrust with all of his might.

The major moaned loudly, both of his hands shooting to the sides of Mirat's body. Her folds coiled around him, milking, teasing, pleading with him to give her what she wanted. The cockatrice leaned up to his ear.

"Go ahead." she whispered. "Pound away. Give it all to me. Cum inside of me and become mine." That was all the encouragement he needed. With desperation, he began wildly pounding against her. He lacked any grace or form. He simply thrust his hips as hard as he could. It wouldn't take him long, that much he knew. He could feel her clamp down around him, as if to give him added incentive. He could feel the familiar tingling, amplified by all the denials she had given him. He balls twitched so hard in hurt. He could feel a torrent of sperm shooting through his dick, eager to flood whatever it was wrapped into.

"I'm going to...here it comes!" Oren shouted. Mirat tightened her grip on him, as if he had any indication of escaping.

"Do it. Bind us together forever!" she shrieked. Oren obliged. He slammed his dick into her one last time, and then yelled at the top of his lungs. There was no clamping, it was like the ring wasn't even there. He felt pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced. Stars exploded in his eyes. His whole body quivered and flailed. Mirat held him in place, not allowing him to flop out of her. She shivered in delight at feeling the first powerful squirt hit her canal. Her insides began clamping and pulsing, pulling on his dick as he came. It was as if her body were trying to pull the sperm deeper. Oren pumped his hips a few more times feebly. He squirted over and over again, each one just as powerful as the first. Mirat felt her insides fill up with every powerful gush, then her canal would quiver and pull his sperm deeper, likely into her womb for the magic spell. His dick ejaculated over and over again, six, seven, eight times, each one with a gush of his seed. Finally, with a weak whine, his dick twitched one last time, emptied. Then he went limp against her, gasping for breath.

Mirat gently pushed him off of her. She stood up, suddenly feeling herself full of energy. Her womb was burning, likely using his seed for the magic she spoke of. A pleasant tingling was going over her entire body. Then something like an electrical shock went through her. She quivered as juices shot out of her, her pupils expanded, and a great sensation of pleasure washed over her. Stars went across her eyes for a few moments. When it stopped she panted, her hands going over her body. She turned towards Oren, who was just beginning to gather his wits. He sat up and stared at her. Her eyes were glowing with magic and all her feathers were standing on end. Then he flinched as he felt some sort of tingling go through his own body. He couldn't explain it, but he felt as if his body were drawn to her, like a magnet. He felt that the further away from her he went, the stronger the pull would become, until he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. She had been telling the truth. He had just completed a ritual to bind them together. It was too late to take it back now.

"Oooooh, I can feel you." Mirat said. "I know where you are, like it's a homing instinct. I can sense you. I can smell you. I can feel you. I love this."

Oren gulped and went a little pale. Mirat only sighed with contentment. Then she stretched as if she had just woken from a good sleep.

"Well, that will be it for now." she said happily. "I think I'll keep that ring on you for insurance." Oren's eyes widened and he dropped his eyes. As his dick shrunk, the ring had as well. It wasn't choking his dick anymore, but it certainly didn't look like it would come off. It likely never would.

"Hey?" Mirat asked. The major's eyes snapped back up to her. "Want to see something cool?" Oren didn't answer, but she did it anyway. She walked over to her trap stone and picked it up. "This trap stone is an illusion."

"What?" Oren asked flatly. Mirat only giggled. She walked over to the boulder blocking the entrance. She reached through it, like it wasn't even there. She stepped into it, and then back into her room. Then she threw up her hands, as if she had performed a trick.

"See? You could have left if you wanted." she said. Oren flinched and felt himself go red again. She had tricked him into basically marrying her, and then she rubbed his nose in it. He had forever attached himself to this sadistic woman, and there was nothing he could do. For her part, Mirat only giggled again, enjoying his expression. The trap stone in her hand glowed and the boulder disappeared.