Passion Ch. 11byWonderotica©
Please note: The usage of the words "cum/cummed/cumming" (rather than "come/came/coming") is a deliberate stylistic choice.
The legend spread through the lands, of a fey creature who ran with nymphs through the enchanted wood, a fey creature with a single massive horn between his legs, whom only a virgin could capture.
The first virgin to claim him was Philomene, his naiad daughter by Tethys. Running wildly through the forest, Alexander sniffed the scent of her, one that intoxicated him in a manner not unlike how his own musk intoxicated others. Small wonder, for she was his daughter, and some of his passion echoed within her blood.
Philomene was floating on her back in her pool, perky breasts pointed at the sky, hair splayed about her in the water as the sun filtered through the canopy of leaves above. Alexander entered the clearing, sniffing almost ferally, his yellow cat's eyes locking on Philomene. A bestial purr of anticipation alerted Philomene, and she opened her eyes to see the sexy man who had sired her.
Despite his fey nature, she recognized him instantly. "Father!" she cried delightedly, even as heat rose within her as she surveyed him, his muscled chest heaving with desire, his thick rod standing at attention. As had every nymph-daughter Alexander had sired, Philomene had been told of the passion of her father and burned to meet him, to take his manhood and the seed of his passion within her own quivering cunt.
And now was her chance.
Before she could do more than smile invitingly at him, he waded into the pool and seized her slim waist. She groaned at his touch and threw her arms about him, hugging his muscles against her hard nipples as he thrust into her.
Her cherry popped, and her virgin depths opened up to take him completely inside. She cried out rapturously as his massive length filled her. "Daddy! Oh, Daddy, yes, by Goddess Daddy, fuck me!"
He leaned over her, standing in the water as she floated atop it, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands upon her waist, and he roared lustily even as she covered his neck in wet kisses. The pool gurgled and fountained all around them, bubbling with the frenzied pleasure of its naiad.
She creamed three times in quick succession, so rapidly it was almost one continuous orgasm, and at last Alexander himself burst, his swollen glans fountaining torrents of sticky, incestuous cum within his daughter. He thrust and thrust and thrust, and kept cumming. Philomene writhed in exhilaration as she felt her daddy's hot load flood her womb, and creamed again along with him.
"Oh, Daddy..." Philomene murmured, "I'm going to have your baby."
Alexander growled lustily, softly. He bent down to nuzzle her neck... then loped off into the forest once more.
He fucked all of his nymph-daughters, for his passion that echoed within them called to him. As with Philomene, he sired daughters upon his daughters; but he only ever fucked a daughter once, for his fey mind - wildered by the summerwine - desired only virgins.
There were others as wild as him, wild nymphs of the wine grapes, the maenads, handmaidens of Ishtar. Dark-haired nymphs with grapes in their hair and vines twined about their forms, they ran with him, cavorting, and their pussy juice was wine. He fucked maenads by the dozens; though he would only fuck a virgin, there were always more maenads, drawn by his fey wildness.
Many times when Alexander fucked a virgin, the maenads would be grinding on him, slicking his entire body with pussy wine, crying out rapturously in time with Alexander's lusty growling and his virgin's ecstatic screams.
One evening in which the moon and stars twinkled brightly overhead, Alexander ran through the forest as was his wont, having outdistanced the maenads as he sometimes did... when a familiar scent wafted into his nostrils. Sweet, spicy, innocent, impish. He slowed, then halted, sniffing.
His glowing cat's-eyes fixed on one whom he had desired to see again for over a century. Boobs like oranges, small round ass, wide luminous eyes, brilliantly crimson waves falling down her back and about her shoulders.
A slight moan escaped his lips as she smiled radiantly at him, recognizing him despite his now-fey nature. She came towards his and stroked the miniature blue pelts upon his chest and above his dick with a delicate cream-skinned hand. Tamed by her very presence, he stood very still, save for his quickening breathing, his thickening cock.
"It is you!" she cried joyously. "I've missed you so much. All this time I've waited to tickle you, just like you tickled me." A crooked quirk tucked at her lips. "I've practiced on my big sister's pussy."
A throat that had uttered no word in a hundred years uttered her name. "Cinnamon..."
She stood up on tiptoes to press her lips lightly against his, hesitantly, shyly, just relishing the feeling as they shared moisture. He delicately ran a finger along her glistening crack. Then she pushed Alexander gently down onto the tall velvety grass, before joining him.
She sat on his face, reuniting him with the tender sweet paradise he'd missed so. She shivered as his lips kissed her womanhood, and giggled, before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his swollen cock.
Alexander groaned. In the moonlight he saw that her pussy - formerly bald and hairless - had some wisps of hair as scarlet as her mane, where he had licked more than a century past. He ran his tongue up her slit in a long, slow motion, as her small mouth fit itself over the dark purple head of his manhood. Spice tingled on his mouth and his dick, where either of her lips touched him.
He clasped Cinnamon's perfect bottom with his hands as he slithered his tongue between her pussy lips. She groaned as she began sucking the head of his cock, and faintly cinnamon moisture rewarded his tongue even as his precum dribbled into her mouth.
She took more of his turgid dick into her mouth, till his throbbing glans touched the back of her throat and her boobs pressed into his belly. He purred with savage delight into her pussy, and the sudden vibration stimulated her so much she creamed upon his face, her cry of ecstasy muffled by his cock.
Moaning, she began sucking vigorously upon his dick as he lapped up her juices. His dick began to pulse violently within her mouth as she fondled his globular balls, and he could not stop moaning into her cunt even as he sucked her wet pink nubbin, peeking shyly out of her slit.
Her nimble tongue licked the underside of his shaft even while it was enclosed within her tingling cinnamon mouth, and at last it was too much for him. Her first innocent climaxes, her delicate mouth, her lithe body, her sweet scent...
He blew a massive load into her throat, which she swallowed eagerly. When his cumming at last slowed, she withdrew her mouth, licking her lips and cleaning his slick shaft with her tongue.
Cinnamon giggled again, sighing with rapture, and lay beside him, snuggling into his arms, her tits pressing into his side as she nuzzled his neck. One arm cradled her ass while his other hand toyed gently, lightly, with her clit.
"You taste good, Alexander," she whispered. "Like... like a thunderstorm. Electric, powerful, wild, intoxicating."
A deep purr rumbled from him as he smiled, and she laughed softly. "You're different. But I'd recognize you even were I blind." He smiled fondly at her. They were quiet for a moment, save for Cinnamon's euphoric sighs as he continued to fondle her love button.
Then she confided, so softly he could barely hear it, "I should not be here. If my sister knew... It was foretold that if I ever knew the love of a Man, I would be carried off by a dragon."
His arms tightened protectively around her. Even his wild fey mind recognized that this explained her naivete of love between Man and woman.
They lay there quietly throughout the night, holding each other, occasionally stroking. As the moon began to set, just before dawn's first slivers stretched across the sky, Cinnamon reluctantly pulled away. "I have to go," she sighed.
He stood as she did, and they gazed at each other. Her face was upturned, staring wonderingly into his, and he leant down, pressing his lips to hers, and they kissed, joined only by their lips, thunder and spice and burgeoning love.
And then she was gone, darting off into the brightening forest.
Alexander looked after her for long moments after she was no longer visible, even to his eldritch cat's-eyes, then howled ferally, full of savage unsatiated lust for the lovely girl.
Then he loped through the forest in the other direction, following the scent of the nearest virgin he could sense, and came out into a small clearing, where a dryad maiden lounged against her tree.
With deep chocolate skin, emerald-toned hair, and bright pink nipples and virgin slit, she sparked Alexander's lust even more strongly than she otherwise would have, and she gasped with desire as she beheld his giant cock, throbbing obscenely, its red deepening rapidly towards purple.
She leapt up to receive him, and he wrapped his large arms about her, driving his dick directly into her, popping her cherry in one long thrust as she gasped delightedly. Her tight folds squeezed about his succulent meat, and before he could even pull back to thrust a second time, he blasted cum deep within her virginal depths.
The dryad screamed in ecstasy as she felt his hot load blowing into her, and her cream joined his, but his cumming did not slow. He began thrusting again, even as he cummed, filling up her belly before excess cum slithered down her pussy, coating his own cock within her and giving his thrusting a salacious slurping sound.
Alexander did not know how long he thrust and cummed into the dryad, only that his longing for Cinnamon overrode all other thought. But at last he was spent, and the exhausted but thoroughly exhilarated dryad climbed down from her perch upon his dick. She knelt down, licking his cock clean of his cum and her cream, and when she was done, he ran wild into the woods once more.