Lurking, Monstrous Desires: Stirring

She lets out a cry of pleasure akin to a howl, panting as she adjusts. "Oh... yes... so big..." She seems either ignorant or uncaring of the blood from her torn maidenhead, consumed by her lust.

After a moment, she starts rocking her hips against his, causing her to moan loudly. Each movement seems to flood his mind with pleasure. "Captain... you feel... so good..."

The entire situation is unreal for our captain. The fact that he knows Matilda makes this situation even more difficult for him. He hadn't had sex or yet orgasm in almost 8 months since he got divorced and immersed himself in his work and in taking care of his little sister.

Due to this, his balls have swollen and gotten heavier than usual. Each is now almost the size of a plum, filled with thick semen aching to be pumped into a woman.

He cannot process the fact that his subordinate is now rocking hard on his lap with his cock deep inside her, hitting her cervix with every bounce, sending waves of pleasures running all over Matilda's body, which is evident from her facial expressions and loud moans and cries.

He lets out a male grunt, fighting the urge to cum every time she hits his sweet spot as he stares blankly at her pleasure-consumed face.

This can't be real... I must have had a mental breakdown from overwork...

She moans loudly and strokes where the two are joined. "Do... you like it... Captain? Does... my wet... tight pussy... feel good?" She giggles and nuzzles his neck before bringing her lips up to his ear. "Because your... hard... fat cock... feels so..." She lets out a gasp as he slides rather deep inside her. "so good inside me..." She whines softly and seems to get even tighter around him.

He lowers his gaze down to where they are both united. He finds his cock glistening, covered in a layer of juices secreted by Matilda's aching pussy.

His trouser around his zipper is drenched, which is indicative of just how horny, and insatiable Matilda has become. "Arg...Arrgh!!", Mathias moans as Matilda displays her riding skills. He closes his eyes, trying to get his pleasure-addled brain to function.

"No! You coming is exactly what that crazy witch wants! Oh...Ohh!"He lets out a soft, involuntary moan as she switches from an up-and-down motion to a back and forth motion.

It reminds him of that whore who offered Mathias her body to use as he wished when Mathias tracked her down as a suspect in a shoplifting case. That night, Mathias lied to his wife about his day.

"Tilda! Ti...Tilda! Don't..don't...don't do this!", He shouts, trying to wake up this woman who's not his Tilda. Maybe, if he yells loud enough, the Tilda that he knows will come back.

"But... but it... feels... so good." She arches her back and moans, panting softly. "My pussy... it aches so... so bad I... I might go... crazy... when it's not stuffed... full of... a hard... thick cock." She nuzzles him again, the sweet, almost innocent gesture contrasted by her hips bouncing around his cock like those of a well-trained whore, steadily pushing him to pump her full of his cum. "Besides... wouldn't you... prefer... that my innocence is going... to someone, I know... instead of a... stranger?"

Mathias notices that the drenched portion on his trousers had spread from his zipper region and was now moving towards his knees. She is definitely moving her hips like a professional whore. She is displaying extreme control over her vaginal muscles, grabbing and releasing his fat cock rhythmically, almost like a machine. It's starting to have an effect on him. He is moaning louder, and is, much to his embarrassment, trying to match her pace by giving small thrusts rhythmically. " SHE'S GOING TO TURN YOU INTO...IN...INTO A MONSTER, TILDA!!", Mathias erupts, shouting on top of his lungs. He's not ready to give up just yet. Not on her.

She moans, looking at his face. "So? The transformation... oh, god... means I can serve... yes, stuff me with your fat cock... you better as a guardswoman. Don't you... oh, yes you feel good... think so?" Before he can answer, she starts moving faster, causing a surge of pleasure that nearly derailed Mathias' train of thought.

" Arrgh...Oh...Oh God!", Mathias clenches his teeth hard, not expecting this maneuver by Matilda. " You are...you are good", Mathias utters, mildly, instead whispers to himself.

" No, Tilda! This is not...Oh, God!...not..not how I want you to serve me" One can clearly hear Mathias's frustration at being tied up and being used, but we can see Matilda being rather...persuasive. "Please...Please stop this!", says Mathias, with a rather mild pitch when uttering 'stop.'

"I... don't know if... I can. It... feels too good." She pants softly, her pussy tightening around him. "Everything about you just feels so good..." Her moans change into a soft keening noise as her pussy starts to spasm around him, causing random bursts of pleasure that make it hard for Mathias to think.

"Oh god, no!", Exclaims Mathias. This is it, he realizes. At this moment, his breathing quickens, his face turns a shade darker of red. He involuntarily starts thrusting a little harder and quicker, his range restricted by his bondage. The entire room fills with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. "Tilda! Tilda! I'm about to cum! You. You need to get off my cock, otherwise I'll...flood...arrgh!...flood your pussy!", exclaims a breathless Mathias.

Matilda makes a soft purring sound and starts moving faster as if the idea of him releasing his seed inside her excited the pleasure-addled girl. "Yes... cum... please hurry..."

Matilda's words prove to be the trigger that sends Mathias off the edge. "OH...OH LORD!", A grunting Mathias manages to utter these words when his brain was in a trance. He was thrusting even harder and faster, trying to be as deep as possible in his whore of a subordinate's pussy! Then, his cock twitches.

"Arrrrrrgghhhhhh!!" Mathias screams, losing control of himself, as his cock spews ropes after ropes of thick, hot cum. He unloads 8 months worth of cum in Matilda's pussy.

After almost a minute, he feels his orgasm subside, allowing some scattered semblance of rational thought to return. As he blinks and lets his brain start back up again, he sees the almost obscene amount of cum oozing out from where he and Matilda were joined, staining his trousers.

Matilda nuzzles and nips his neck, jolting him out of his befuddled staring. "Seems you're still ready to go..." She tightens around him, revealing to the captain that he's still rock-hard.

Mathias snaps back to reality. His hazy vision, which was staring blankly at Matilda, now focuses sharply on her. "How did this happen?" He wonders. It had been 8 months since he'd last gotten laid, and now he was in a chair- tied up - with his cock buried deep in a gorgeous woman in whom he just shot a massive load. "Til...Tilda", he looks into Matilda's eyes. "Get up...fr..from." Words begin to fail him as he tries to string together a sentence. "Get..up..from my cock." He finally manages.

She pouts a little and kisses his neck, rocking her hips to get into a position where she could get off him.

"Uhg...Ungh!," Mathias clenches his jaws, together. After that incredible orgasm, his cock has become super sensitive. He could feel his blood pulsing through his cock. Every slight movement she made sent surges of pleasure through him.

"Damn!" He cursed. It felt too good to ask her to get off him, and he certainly can't question his subordinate to begin fucking him senseless like she was doing just now. Torn, he stays quiet.

She purrs softly. "Seems your body doesn't want me to stop..." She starts rocking her hips again, moaning from the stimulation.

She's reading me like a fucking book! Mathias wonders in amazement. He realizes that he's not gonna last long this time. He feels like he's slowly becoming a slave to his baser needs, as he begins to give small thrusts in her cum-drenched pussy. "Oh...O...Oh, Tilda!", he groans as Tilda's particular push goes in very deep, almost hitting her cervix.

She moans loudly, her hips rocking back and forth to keep him deep inside her, urging him to yet another orgasm as if she weren't aware of the first one.

Matilda presses her lips to his, her tongue sliding in his mouth and gently stroking and caressing his tongue while her hips keep rocking against his cock, driving it deep inside her. She breaks the kiss and looks at his face, her eyes slightly glassy from the pleasure. "You... okay? You look... kinda spaced out."

She is right. Mathias is indeed spaced out. He is more of in a trance. Mathias is beginning to lose his grip on himself every once in a while. He knows that he will not last long, and also knows with each orgasm of his, Matilda is inching closer to her own. " Y...you...can't...cum, Tilda. You...you...you...just...can't.", Mathias bemoans, almost begging, as if unable to accept the inevitable.

"Why... not? Why... can't I... cum?" She starts rocking her hips even faster, rapidly driving his cock deep inside her as she moans in pleasure.

Her acceleration lifts the chairs a little on its back legs and then slams it back on the ground as if playing the musical tune of their passion. She's consumed Mathias. God she has. Now, the wet spot on Mathias's trousers has spread beyond his knees and is not far from the bottom end. " Smack!" Matilda hits a sweet, sweet spot in Mathias.

"Tilda...Tilda...Ti...Tilda!", Mathias speaks up over the obscene sound of their sweat-drenched bodies smacking against each other. He can feel that sweet, tingling sensation that's observed just before a man cums.

"You're throbbing... are you gonna... cum again?" She nuzzles his neck, the affectionate gesture once again contrasted by the rapid, almost mindless rocking of her hips.

Mathias nods, causing sweat beads on his on his forehead to splash on Matilda's beautiful, delicate tits. As the droplets slide, they collect on her pink, puffy nipples and hang there till they grow big enough to drop.

"Go ahead... and do it... please." She tilts her head, so her mouth's right next to his ear, the word 'please' ghosting into his ear.

This encouragement, this request proves to be enough to send our protagonist off the edge. He begins thrusting in her harder to have as much as possible of him deep in her. He's breathing through his mouth as if possessed by an animalistic spirit to orgasm! "Oh, God...THIS...Tilda...THIS IS IT!", he grunts as he realizes his cum beginning to rise up his steely, sturdy shaft. " OH TILDA...OH TILDA!", He moans with pleasure. He's almost there!

"MAAATILLLLLDAAAAA!", Mathias screams, his eyes back into his head, his neck thrown back, as he shoots his hot, thick cum deep in this tantalizing woman's pussy!

She moans as she takes his cum deep inside her, purring and kissing his neck before she presses her lips to his. Her hips begin rocking again, giving him no time to breathe or even think as she keeps ramming his still-hard cock deep inside her, moaning in ecstasy as his tip rams against her cervix. "Just... a little... more."

Mathias, who was reveling in the after-pleasure of cumming, was caught unaware by Matilda's over-enthusiasm. "Tilda wait! I just...I...I just came!", Mathias tries to reason with her, as his cock is beginning to ache due to being erect for close to seventy minutes and having being milked to the last drop both these times. He is sure that he is empty now, but little does he know of Matilda's eagerness and expertise.

She moans, her slight body shaking as she kept ramming him deep inside her. "Almost... there... just a little... more." She gasps and moans, her pussy clamping down tight around him. She keeps rocking her hips, seemingly mindless in her pursuit of ecstasy.

" This...is...INSANE.", Mathias groans, unable to come to terms with reality. He flings his head back, which his mouth agape, trying to breathe. He is experiencing an unbelievably strong cocktail of pain and pleasure, as Matilda seems adamant on squeezing out another orgasm from his tired body. His cock feels as if it's gonna burst, as he's just trying his bloody best to keep himself together.

She moans softly, her nails digging slightly into his shoulders as she continues riding him. "Don't... hold back..." As she moves her hips, he starts feeling her spasm erratically around him. "Please..."

As if on cue, Mathias's body begins to tremble a little. His breathing deepens, but this time he doesn't move. He can't. He's too tired for it. By this time, he's just an object of pleasure for Matilda, who's bouncing on his tired cock, ready for her own elusive orgasm. As if to take matters in her own hand, Matilda rises up, exposing his full shaft to the naked eye, circles her hips with his cock tip still embedded in her, and then slams it back in her the next moment. The same moment, Mathias's body tenses up, as he raises his hips a little and unloads inside her like a flooded river! He's sitting there, spasming and shaking uncontrollably, as his cock gets milked till the last squirt.

Matilda, finally seeming to calm down, rocks her hips slowly against his cock once... twice...

One final movement and she presses herself close to him, shaking and whimpering as he feels something seem to... gather up inside her. Based on what his slightly fried brain can process of her babbling... she's finally hit her orgasm. One apparently too intense for words or even noise beyond incoherent babbling. She looks up at him... her eyes normal, if somewhat confused. "What... what's happening?"

Mathias breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank god!", He thinks to himself, relieved that Matilda has cum finally, and she's no longer abusing his overused cock. He flops onto her, trying to calm and contain his breathing, unaware that what will happen next will change his life.

"I... I feel funny..." There's a burst of light from Matilda, blinding him as he hears two loud crashes, feeling himself sprawl out on the floor as a slightly wet thud comes from somewhere in front of him. When his vision clears, Matilda is lying next to the bed, his cum oozing out of her as she lies there, unconscious.

As he watches, a faint glow suffuses her body. Her chest, before this point small and barely noticeable, blossomed to the point where each breast would comfortably fill his hand if he grabbed it. She lets out a soft moan as her nipples harden even further than they already were, the swollen pink nubs standing out against her pale breasts. Her hair shifts around slightly, soon parting as a pair of golden blonde wolf ears grow into place, flickering and twitching about as they seem to settle into place.

It's at this point that he realizes he's no longer tied to the chair, that whatever happened must have broken the chair and his restraints.

Summoning up all his strength, Mathias gets himself on his feet. "Wha...What...is...happening...", he trails off mid-sentence, as he's aghast at the spectacle unfolding in front of his eyes.

As he watches, a thick, shiny furred tail grows out of her spine, the same golden color as her hair. Matilda wakes up, staring in a mix of awe and fascination at the new appendage. "The egg..."

"Tilda, you're back!", Mathias exclaims, happy and more than relieved to have his partner back, and cautiously walks over to her, a little wary of the sudden change in her.

Golden fur sweeps up her arms and legs, ending at her elbows and knees as razor-sharp looking claws grow in. After a moment, the form seems to stabilize, the newly transformed Matilda blinking up at him. This new shape... if he weren't her commanding officer, he'd almost call it one of the sexiest things he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at. "What is all over your pants?" She sniffs a little. "And all over me. Also, you... ah... have a bit of a wardrobe malfunction going on." She indicates his still open trousers and exposed cock.

Elsewhere...

Lilith chuckles at the obscene sight in her scrying orb. She and Misha were reclining on a bed together, the pose akin to a pair of teenage girls at a sleepover. "Seems there was a desire between the two of them before I stepped in."

"Were you playing accidental matchmaker again, mistress?" Misha looks over.

"Yes, it appears I was."

The two sit and watch the events in the orb for a few minutes before Misha looks down. "Mistress?"

"Hm?"

"I didn't know you liked watching."

"What do you mean?"

"You're soaking wet." Misha runs her hand up the inside of Lilith's leg. "It's starting to leak out around your panties."

Lilith reaches down and feels her womanhood. Sure enough, it's soaking wet. "So it is... want to take care of it for me?"

Misha gently kisses Lilith's neck. "Of course, mistress." The kiss wanders up to Lilith's mouth, the kiss deepening and growing more passionate as the witch removed what little her mistress had on. The orb was hastily set on a nearby table as they collapse into a tangle of limbs.

Misha breaks the kiss and starts kissing down the length of Lilith's body, pausing at the succubi's ample breasts to suckle on her right breast's firm nipple.

"Oh... good girl..." Lilith's hand tangles in Misha's dark hair as the succubus holds her close with her free hand. Misha's hand strays down to Lilith's soaking pussy, gently rubbing and stroking the folds and searching for her mistress' clit while the right plays with the nipple on Lilith's left breast.

"Please don't stop..." Lilith moans and pants as Misha continued to pleasure her. No partner she'd had before could compare to the soft, urgent skill this witch displayed. She felt the little bursts of pleasure as Misha's nimble fingers stroked and teased the skin around her clit, careful not to touch the actual place. This, paired with the gentle, constant pleasure from Misha's playing with her nipples, left the succubus a wreck in her lover's arms.

Misha releases her lover's nipple from her mouth, looking up at the pleasure-filled look on Lilith's face. "Do you want to cum, mistress? Or should I leave you aching?"

"Hmm... I want you to give me an orgasm, one of those gently intense ones you do so well..."

Misha happily goes back to suckling on Lilith's nipple, humming as she watches her Mistress' face turns into a picture of pleasure. Her fingers continue their nimble dance, stimulating her mistress without it being too much. She, who knew Lilith's body better than any other, would grant her lover pure pleasure.

Lilith moans softly, the hand in Misha's hair moving down to wrap around the witch and hold her close. She bends her head down and gently kisses the top of Misha's head. "Such a gentle girl... Good girl..."

The praise only urged Misha onward, her tongue gently rubbing and stroking the nipple in her mouth. She gently slid a finger inside Lilith's soaking pussy, her thumb still teasing the succubi's clit while Misha's fingers slowly stroke her insides.

"Oh... yes, just like that... good girl, good girl... Good Misha..." Lilith moans softly, holding Misha close as she felt her body start to tremble. "Oh... Misha..."

Misha didn't change her pace at all, knowing that Lilith liked it gentle. She kept stroking her love's soaking insides, her thumb toying with Lilith's clit. She looks up, turning affection-filled eyes up to Lilith's pleasure-wracked face. "Do you want me to use my mouth to get you there?"

"Don't stop what you're doing, Misha. Please..."

Misha goes back to suckling, humming as she felt her lover's body begin to shake, and her pussy spasm around her fingers. It was near.

"Yes... Misha..." The wave of release swept up Lilith's entire body, causing her to cry out in pleasure and buck her hips against Misha's gentle fingers, fingers still pleasuring her, still guiding her through the euphoria...