Thousand Year Sword: Part 9.07: Tiger's Claw

    Not far to the north west of the great dome that encases the nation of Mantosh sits the peaceful kingdom of Sheriden. Despite the ominous dome, or perhaps because of its presence few other nations attack this small yet prosperous kingdom. The larger more aggressive kingdoms to the east and south would need to not only go around the great dome, but also deal with the fiends that surround it in droves, and go through the mountains of which the only safe passage is an easily protected path that Sheriden holds the higher ground on, and across a mountain lake. Going around to the north goes through precarious mountains with steep cliffs. Merchants still come to this kingdom, with its riches dug from the depths of the mountains and artisans who fashion gold and crystal into fine jewelry and steel into utensils; although it is suspected some merchants may sell it as scrap to other kingdoms to make into weapons the kingdom of Sheriden still claims it does not sell its steel as weapons. This kingdom is not without a standing army, least bandits or some small army tries to make its way up the mountain. But these are enemies one should see coming.

 

    So it came as a great surprise one morning after a caravan of merchant carts left that Princess Pamela was missing. She is not a defenseless girl, even in her late teens she knows a great deal of the secret magic arts passed down from ancient times and is something of a tom boy who has always liked to go adventuring. So it was when she was found missing that the guards thought she had snuck off on a whim rather than attend her morning lessons. They searched the town, no one had seen her, searched the mines, no one had seen her, after realizing no one had seen her since the night before the caravan left it dawned on them that somehow, she had been kidnapped. That one of the twenty merchant carts had been kidnappers, likely sent by a kingdom that knew their defenses and sent someone able to counter the princess quietly.

 

   They sent envoys to every kingdom that sent merchants, every kingdom that nomadic merchants would likely go to, and even to those that would want their riches. No one has taken credit, and in this time looking for a ransom or a merchant that would go to another town, the actual kidnappers took a path none would suspect. The cart with its guards, two common looking young men went through the forbidden forest to the western temple, taking the secret passage that opens only for the Soul King’s wishes and fled into Montosh.

 

   She is tied up, still wearing her silky smooth light blue and glittering nightgown, her ample and youthful breasts bouncing about unsupported beneath it as the cart travels over the rough terrain. Her nipples harden as they rub against the silky material causing her to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. She had worn this special garment to bed, expecting a special awakening; not for some hoods from some unknown kingdom to put a sleep spell on her and carry her off in a bag only to be opened and her awakened nearly a whole day later. To make matters worse the inside of the cart is inscribed with special runes to prevent her from using her Hexas magic, something she had no idea anyone else in the world was capable of.

  The man in the back with her is not wholly unattractive, his large black mustache a bit unkempt, but beneath the black and grey strapped clothes she can tell he is lean and muscular. Following his gaze to her breasts she gets an idea.

 

   “Mister,” she says in a very sweet voice, wishing her hands were free so she could do that whole finger to the lip trick that drives men wild, “It so hot in here, could you please open a window for me, please.”

 

   “No,” says the man quickly and with little emotion.

 

  “How about you take these stuffy clothes off me instead hmmm?”

 

  She gives him her best flirty gaze and (come here bigboy) smile.

 

 He just looks at her chest and says, “can’t touch you, not allowed.”

 

 “Oh,” she says while trying to struggle with her ropes, finding her feet are also tied to bound, and to the floor no less, “then how about if I touch you?”

 

  This gets his attention, but his smile is less (oh yeah) and more twisted, “trying to seduce me?” he says in a voice that grows raspy, “want me over there huh? Taste my meat? Convince my stupid male brain to untie you so you can do more for me huh? Oh and maybe go so far as to let you out of the cart so we can have more room, or…open a window or door…breaking the seals keeping you from vaporizing me? I don’t think so little girl, n ffaaaaccccttt,”

 

   She *screams* in horror as his flesh melts away piling on the floor like wax revealing

bleached bones underneath.

 

  “The master,” says the skeleton in a horrid voice produced not by wind or flesh, “forbid us from eating you…oh how tempting it would be, you have so much soft delicious flesh, oh how I love the taste of young women.”

 

   If a skeleton could drool this one would be, and the princess can only look on in now silent horror as a voice from outside says, “do we have to switch places?”

 

   “No,” says the skeleton, “I am merely demoralizing our little witch princess here.”

 

  “Good,” says the coachman, “because the master would not think twice about destroying both of us for something you did.”

 

   Princess Pamela thinks to herself, “a voice from outside? This isn’t a perfect seal Pamela, think.”

 

  She closes her eyes and leans back.

 

  “Good,” says the skeleton, “go to sleep,”

 

  Pamela looks to be resting but her mind is expanding its awareness, scanning every inch of the interior of the cart, the seals that burn at her mind, the dark un-holy aura about the skeleton, and…tiny breaks, too small to focus her awareness to in the wood as she is not that advanced in this magic. However there is something, when the cart hits a bump a tiny gap appears in the door to the cart, enough for her to spill a little magic essence out of, enough that her trackers should be able to find her. At each bump she leaves behind this bread crumb trail, unaware that even weakened as much as it is the dome is still strong enough to prevent something so subtle from detecting outside.

 

  The cart pushes down the road passing through a small town, passing right by Lukatara heading in the opposite direction, neither aware of the relevance of the other. The fairy stops briefly picking up on the trail.

 

  “Something wrong?” asks Lukatara.

 

  “No,” says the fairy, “just the progress of time,”

 

  Not long before Lukatara had defeated a black stone golem holding a hexagon shaped gear, which the fairy had to explain to him what it was, that is the key to the door inside the western temple, now heading towards the western temple, as the cart heads towards the central temple.

 

    ******

 

       Far removed from the adventures of a young man trying to free his land from the tyrannical choke hold of a mad magician clinging to life through arcane arts is where the scene goes now. The Society of Sorcery, deep within this place outside of normal space and time, clinging to the edge of the multiverse like a barnacle, inside the library, beyond the seals that prevent all from entering something has appeared here. In the forbidden branch a long black dress filled with starlight moves silently as ether over the floor, no foot falls only gliding. No air moves as the long dark hair waves of its own accord, seemingly merging into the dress. A slender arm beneath a wide sleeve moves forward towards a black book. The book is a thing of utter darkness, the binding makes the very air quiver as though in pain. There are no pages only a thick darkness holding the cover and back apart, in the shape of pages. If opened the book would always appear to be at the halfway point with the current page displaying the desired spell, turning the pages they would imitate as such and vanish as they fell. This intruder does not open the book, the long pale hand of a woman simply picks up the book and holds it to her ample bosom, whose cleavage peaks over the edge of the dark gown like moons rising over a black sea.

 

   A silent alarm alerts a very dangerous man that the forbidden grimoire, the holder of the darkest secrets of magic has moved from its sacred place. A portal of flames illuminates the library proper as the door which was not opened to enter is opened to leave from the forbidden branch. The seals that have held back even the most powerful of spell casters sizzle and fade with no effort on the part of the one exiting.

 

   This man who has appeared through the portal of fire is tall and wears white robes. His facial features, red fiery hair, and dark tan skin, tell a tale of a million generations of ethnic interbreeding as he is not of any race seen on Earth, but of one that exists only in the future of earth.

 

  He looks at the woman’s face as she glides down from the second floor to the main lobby and says, “Rhulan? What?”

 

   He looks at the book in her hands, “the forbidden tome! Put that that down at once!”

 

  She utters nothing and walks forward, now stepping upon the ground, the sound of boots beneath the dress.

 

   “You force my hand Rhulan!” shouts the man, “Fireball!”

 

   He tosses a fire at her, before it can impact it turns into bubbles which float away and pop.

 

   “Funny” says the man, “Fire Rocket!”

 

  The much faster moving, self propelled fireball flies at her, and turns into blades of green grass before it can impact her which float down and then vanish.

 

  “Impossible,” says the man, “when…how did you learn such spells!”

 

  Isis arrives behind him on her rainbow wings, followed by a frail looking man with skin as dark as ebony bark and now hair anywhere on his body, he is wearing an orange robe so he just looks bald with no facial hair of anykind, not even eyebrows or eyelashes.

 

  “What is the matter Ra,” says Isis entering behind him, “what is this ma…”

 

  She looks at the figure before them and falls to one knee diverting her gaze. The other man who enters falls to the ground cross-legged and begins to pray.

 

   “What are you two doing?” demands Ra, “This is that upstart sorceress Rhulan trying to take off with the most forbidden book in here and…ahhh!”

 

   The woman’s hair…no…through her hair…beyond her hair…a darkness that betrays the hair is not there, something impossible to describe as large black twisting vines with red gems glowing like a thousand malevolent eyes come forth from the same space as her waving hair, grab up Ra and throw him through the front window of the library, and then retract and vanish.

 

 

  She steps outside as Ra floats in the air, just as she is opening a portal Ra yells out, “I challenge you! Duel in the magic zone right now! I win you return the book and never return to the Society of Sorcery. You win…not that you will, I will not be held back in the magic zone from showing you my true power!”

 

   Isis runs out, “Stop! Ra! She’s…”

 

  *I accept* says the woman, her voice rippling the very structure of the Society of Sorcery, straining it.

 

   In a flash they are both standing on a grid in the void of space.

 

   “How’d you get us here so quickly…” asks Ra, “no…how’d you bring us here at all?”

 

  She just stands there, and somehow shoves the book into her bosom as if her cleavage were swallowing it.

 

  “It doesn’t matter,” says Ra, “I know this style…you met Misaline didn’t you? Well no matter!”

 

   He holds his hand out and says, “deserted island!”

 

   The area changes into a grassy and rocky island in the middle of an endless sea.

 

   “Let us begin,” says Ra as he flies into the air.

 

  He barely utters a word and a great red sigil appears beneath him, and a giant fiery phoenix forms above him, “Omega Fire Ra!” shouts Ra as the bird of flames *shrieks* and flies down towards the woman.

 

   She parts her red lips ever so slightly and in a blinding flash the bird is sucked into her mouth like a river of flames rushing back into hell.

 

   Ra floats there a moment dumbfounded before shaking his head, “survive this!”

 

   A fiery aura surrounds his body forming a phoenix aura. Her flies down at high speed towards her, in a whip flash four vine tentacles, covered in thorns this time whip out from behind her somehow and grabs a hold of his arms and legs, and in a quick motion accompanied by a sickening pop she rips both his arms and legs off, along with good chunks of his robes and flings them aside. Ra falls to the ground with a *thud*.

 

   The environment returns to a grid.

 

   “Not so fast,” says Ra grinning like a madman and saying, “Burning Embers of Regeneration.”

 

   His arms and legs grow back, in a manner that looks like a reversed image of them being burned off. His clothes are still tattered though. In his pain he is barely keeping his body off the ground, fire is spewing from his mouth as he speaks unheard words. His body glows red and raises off the ground in a crucifixion pose. Red spheres made of angled overlapping sigil circles form around his hands, his overlapped ankles, and is waist. A giant red sphere forms over his body, a circle of spinning flames appears around him moving at incredible speeds and expands outwards engulfing the woman. He laughs loudly, and then stops as the flames expand and she is neither moved by the force of the flames nor burned by them. In fact it appears they have done no harm at all. A safe zone, the eye of a hurricane. The flames continue to grow and expand into a literal hurricane of fire. The Demiurge of Ra spell, designed to destroy entire nations, not so useful to an opponent that would be inside the eye of the hurricane; although he did adjust the spell to expand outward rather than form as a hurricane so it would hit her and show off his power.

 

   She walks up to him and with a gentle flick the sigils unravel and blow away, and the fire dies down.

 

   Ra falls backwards onto the grid, exhausted, “how…h…heh….how *haaaa* how can you do these things..Rhulan…I…I am Ra…the…oldest…”

 

   The woman stands over him and the book shoots out her sleeve into her hand and she speaks without moving her lips, blue ethereal lights dancing in her eyes like a whirlpool, *I am not my daughter*

 

  With that they are back in the society of sorcery, no one even saw them leave. One moment the woman is stand there, the next Ra is on the ground battered up, and the woman is still standing where she was as if she never moved, and Isis finishes her sentence for Ra to hear, “is the mother of chaos!”

 

   The woman smiles, her red lips turning blue as she simply fades away, rippling the air.

 

   “I question your leadership,” says the dark skinned man, “as the head of the council, how could you not recognize a higher order cosmic deity when she is standing before you…regardless of the face she wears?”

 

   “Why would something like that even take the book?” utters Ra standing to his feet while performing a healing spell on himself, “and why would it appear looking like a member of the society, she didn’t break in…why’d she break out? What was the point of all this?”

 

   Isis speaks, “the mother of chaos is a being beyond our comprehension her motives unknowable. However given the precedence I might say what she might do with the book, leaving it on some world to influence the growth of magic for whatever purpose such a being has to such a thing.”

 

   She turns to the man, “What do you think Geb?”

 

  Geb ponders a moment sitting down on the steps of the library, “It is not for us to know, for all we do know, for all the secrets we do know, simply recognizing the mother of chaos is a feat in and of its self without needing her to address herself or some other introduction. Perhaps then I should not hold it against Ra for not knowing her on sight, perhaps his studies did not take him to such dark places of knowledge. If not for the fear my people had of the dark sky and the old ones of the sea I would not have gazed into the Twilight Spring and seen her myself.”

 

   Ra grumbles and straightens himself out as he turns to leave a voice, her voice echoes in his head, *I shall answer your questions little creature, by telling you the true name of this dark grimoire, it is ###### ##########*

 

    Ra starts to shake, blood spills from his ears and eyes, his teeth vibrate as does his whole jaw. He grabs the side of his head screaming, “stppppgrahgra, roooookaaaanaaaa, stooo.”

 

   Isis chants an anti madness spell encasing Ra in its bubble, he calms down after a few minutes and passes out.

 

 

    ******

 

   Meanwhile far away from the Society of Sorcery and apparently completely un-related to any events occurring there Lukatara has been traversing the white western temple with its strange and alien to him mechanical puzzles and mechanized enemies. The central door in fact is simply gears that react to the gear key by turning and raising the door. The monster inside this door is not hidden at all like the last two, or sitting half hidden like the first one, no this monster is clearly the giant mechanical six legged tiger robot (again something the fairy had to explain earlier in the temple) that is sitting in the middle of the room on a raised circular fighting platform.

 

   The battle against the Mecha-Tigro, as the weird music with lyrics keeps calling it, is fierce. The beast is fast, it claws are strong, it blasts lightning from its mouth. There is nothing to swing a web from, flying does little good as it can leap high and blast up. Lukatara thought to use the edge of the arena as cover, however leaping off the edge causes the Mecha-Tigro to raise a barrier and attack with electric arcs from the ceiling that come down and move in a circle. No special weak points, no clear target, its hit and run slashing, dodging, and blocking all the way, until he realizes that his ice breath actually slows it down and enough hits from that will cause it to stop moving leaving it open to a volley of attacks. He doesn’t know how many hits it takes but eventually he is able to cut its head off and rip apart its chest. It falls to the ground.

 

 

 

   “hmmm,” whispers the fairy outside of Lukatara’s earshot, “freeze it still or rust it…rust it?...ohhhh riiiight, that….guess it was kind of important.”

 

    The Mecha-Tigro fades away, vanishing like a ghost. A great white sigil blinks into existence for a moment and is gone. Sitting now in the middle of the room is a simple bed upon which a woman is laying back against the head bars on some pillows reading a book. Lukatara notices she is built up much more than the other goddesses were with a toned body, and yet still has C-cup breasts. Strangely human despite her short shaggy stark white hair with black tiger stripes, cat ears in place of human ears, and a cat’s tail, both white with black tiger stripes.

 

   She sets the book down on her black bikini covered lap revealing her breasts are barely being hidden, if not really just the nipples which are poking through the material anyway, by a black bikini top as if she had been lounging in a pool not a bed.  She looks over at him with her blue cat’s eyes and says, “So…you beat that robot huh?”

 

   She sets the book down and *sighs*, “Kid…sorry to tell you this…well not really…but I could have slashed through that weak little seal anytime I wanted to and slew that stupid robot, I really didn’t need some sword swinging hero to do it for me, and obligate me to appear here thanks to that ridiculous contract we four had with the ancient people of this land.”

 

   She picks the book back up, “really, why should I care about a bunch of brain washed, aura altered humans who don’t even remember I exist? So sorry kid,”

 

   She makes the shoeing away motion with her hand, “I don’t have any gifts or power ups, or whatever for you here, so just mosey on along.” She lifts her book back up and continues reading.

 

   Lukatara looks around but the fairy has already vanished for some reason. As he turns to leave heading for the edge of the platform he doesn’t notice that the tiger goddess is peeking over her book at him; her eyes moving from the back of his head and pause on his ass. Nor does he see her wicked smile and the predatory look that comes over her eyes.

 

   Before he can react there is a tiger roar and he is being lifted into the air, her left arm wrapped around him and her right hand cupped over his mouth. He notices two things, one her finger nails are like claws, and two she is much taller than he is, easily a head and shoulders above his brow.

 

   “I changed my mind,” says the tiger goddess, “there is no way I am letting a sweet ass like that get away from me.”

 

   With that chains and clamps magically shoot up from the floor holding his ankles and another set form from the air and grab his wrists forcing his arms up. He is rather painfully suspended in the air for a moment until the clamps lower his feet to the floor but tightly hold him in place. She moves her hand from his mouth and strokes down his chin, over his throat; he is fearful of those claws around his neck, and down is chest making soft circular motions in the middle of his chest as she starts to untie his buttons.

 

   “Hold on.” says Lukatara.

 

  She very quickly lets go of him, grabs his cheeks with both hands and turns his face towards her. With a terrifying yet smiling expression she shouts, “Did I say you could talk bitch!”

 

  She magically produces a red ball and shoves into his mouth, keeping his jaw open with a pinch from her other hand. Once inside his mouth black straps shoot out from the sides of the ball and tightly wrap around his head holding the ball in his mouth. He tries to push at it with his tongue, but its no good.

 

    The tiger goddess stands back and flings off her bra, revealing her delicate looking hard little pink nipples. The bra vanishes in the air, her bottom doesn’t even undergo any pretense as it just vanishes revealing a thick nest of white pubic hair.

 

   *mmhhff* murmers Lukatara through the ball gag as she resumes to unbutton his tunic.

 

  She licks his ear lobe making him shiver all over, it’s not smooth like a human tongue, nor rough like a cat’s tongue; instead it’s as if the taste buds are raised into tiny little nubs that gently scrape around his earlobe. She takes a gentle bite and holds him there. Despite his protests he can feel himself going erect in his pants. He dares not move as her hands finish the buttons on his tunic. They move down, and untie the straps on his pants. She releases his ear, he doesn’t know if the hot wetness dripping down into his ear canal is her saliva or his blood, or a mix of the two. She moves in front of him, and pulls the untied tunic up over his head and wrapped around his arms. She pulls his pants down, and his silken undergarments.

 

   She smiles and says, “you really are a bitch boy aren’t you?”

 

  She smiles at his freed member and gently licks the tip, her nub covered tongue unlike anything he’s felt before. She smacks her lips and says, “so you’ve been with my little sister Lohln huh?”

 

   He is confused as he mentally pictures the spider goddess and the tiger goddess side by side and thinks, “sisters?”

 

  “So,” she continues, “you are used to being the bitch then huh? Perfect.”

 

   She gently pins his dick up against his abdomen as she jabs her tongue at the base between the shaft and balls. He wouldn’t have though that an especially sensitive spot, but damn does it make his dick quiver. She licks up the underside of his shaft, practically wrapping the shaft with her long and wide tongue. She pauses with her lips hovering over his dick head teasing him as she pulls her tongue in. She gently bites the tip of his dick with her sharp teeth making him *yelp* behind the ball gag. With a smile she closes her lips on his shaft and with *mmmm* rolls her mouth down the shaft, taking him clear to the base. Her can feel her tongue do the impossible and wrap around the shaft like a tentacle , he never sees it however as she pulls pack, lips tightly together. As she is pulling back he can’t help himself and cums in her mouth. Her eyes shoot wide.

 

   She jumps back and spits on the floor, “who the fuck said you could cum so soon bitch!”

 

  She chants unknowable words and blue strings of light move through the air from disc like sigils before her claws. They wrap around his dick magically forcing him hard again and tie around the base and with another *yelp* one enters his urethra. Two magic strings hold his dick out, bound magically into the air as they are like the chains aiming him forward. The tiger goddess leaps into the air spread eagle, impaling herself on his member. He is fearful he will be broken in half, instead his body moves on a tilt and up into the air as though there were some invisible board along his back. She is just sitting on his dick, her legs dangling in the air as they float up.

 

   She makes a gesture and his clothes fly forward and backwards off his body and off the chains scattering on the floor. She licks her lips slowly and leans over and licks his forehead, she licks over his cheeks and across his eyes which he keeps shut. She moves the side of his head, he feels her pussy pulsating, trying to milk him without her body moving, it’s a very soft and gentle tease. She licks the inside of his ear and whispers, “by the way the safety word is chulaghugathafranmghenfrigmashkooyanmga.”

 

    He doesn’t have time, mentally, to think about her obvious sadist joke as he watches her back silently bend in a way a human back shouldn’t bend. Not much at first as she bends and licks on his chest, flicking her tongue over his oddly sensitive nipples. She rubs her cheek across his chest as she moves from one nipple to the next her soft pointed cat ears tickling him as she does. Despite the euphoria of her strange tongue licking down his abdomen he is taken back by her back bending so silently and so impossibly as she make way towards his and her own crotch.

 

   Her shoulders bend ignoring shoulder blades to tease his nipples as she laps at the base of his dick entering her own pussy, a combined sensation he can’t believe. He closes his eyes and bends his head back trying to just enjoy it and not see her contorted like that. He can hear the *lap, lap, lap, lap, lap, mmmmm, oooo, lap, lap, …* as she licks on her own clit. She stops abruptly and *meows* very unlike a tiger, not that Lukatara even knows what a real tiger is like. She straightens her back and gestures towards the bed. She rides him like a board through the air, wiggling her ass around a little to tease his member more. She bends her legs as they land on the bed, the chains loosen for a brief moment as they switch from tied magically to the air, to spreading his arms and legs apart as they tie to the head and foot bars of the bed. Much to his surprise she gets off of him. He can see the magic blue strings appear and hold his dick aiming to the ceiling, there is a light blue aura field around his shaft, and thickest at the hole. There is a slight warmth to it, but also an intrusive feeling in his urethra.

 

   She crawls up to his head, and spreads her legs over his face, the back of her knees against his shoulders. She rubs her wet pussy open on the ball gag, some of it drips down into Lukatara’s mouth. She *purrs* as she rolls her pussy in a circle. Her tail whaps up and down on his dick a few times teasing him with its softness. She dismounts him via a slow back flip, hands by his side on the bed. He thinks she is going to remount his dick but instead lands legs across his abdomen instead. She leans down and licks her own juices off the ball gag, eyes open staring him right in his eyes, those glowing blue cat eyes transfixing him. She sucks on the ball gag on it morphs. A dildo forms up from it.

 

   She smiles and returns to her previous posture on his head, except this time she is impaled on the false dick protruding from his mouth. She rides it slowly at first, pressing Lukatara’s head into the mattress. Her pace gradually increases, her soft tail rubbing up and down against his shaft. Between her *ah yes, yes, yes, mmm, rrrrrr, purrrrrrr, mmyeahsss, huh, huh, huh,   He wanders if she will crush his head first or break his neck, the latter more a worry as she speeds up and starts to roll around on his head trapped between her knees, “rrrrarrr, rarrr, huh, huh, huh, huh, mmrrrrr, yes, yes,  yeeeessssss!!!!” She grabs her tit and graps its hard with her claws as her eyes roll back and she gushes all over Lukatara’s face.

 

   She dismounts his face and sore neck and pulls the dildo off with her hand. It just snaps off like it wasn’t even part of the ball bag. She sucks it clean with a satisfied *mmmm*, and licks his face and ball gag clean of her juices. Her salty fishy taste however is in his mouth and despite the flavor excites him.

 

   She moves her body around like a little wavy dance clearly pleased with herself. However she looks back him still tied on the bed and gets a wicked look in her eyes. With but a gesture he is magically flipped over. She straddles the small of back and rolls her wet pussy around soaking him. She pushes her ass back so it drips between his ass cheeks over his anus soaking it with her juices.

 

   She reaches back and rolls her fingers around the edge of his anus.

 

   “This will do,” she says as she dismounts him again.

 

   The middle of the bed morphs forcing him up on his hands and knees, the bed and chains lengthen as well. The chains on his wrists are loose enough for him to be comfortable in this posture but not so loose he could maneuver off of it, just buck around…and then it hits him what is happening, “impossible,” he thinks.

 

   He looks at the tiger goddess standing by the side of the bed eyeing him as a plaything, her right hand’s index and ring finger plunged into her own pussy sloshing about. She pulls them out and teases her clit. It lengthens, thickens, and changes shape into a copy of his own dick. He tries to protest as she climbs behind him. The thing pressing up on his abdomen morphs slightly, a hole opening up that engulfs his penis and then goes tight on it, as if the bed had some odd mouth in it. She positions her body behind him and says, “you’ll want to loosen up or this is really going to hurt…especially given I could technically rip a cow in half with my bare hands.”

 

    He tries to relax as she ordered as she lines her penis head with his anus. She pushes in slowly. He barely feels it at first, the image of Echidaria shoving her tongue forcefully in there comes back, he remembers it hurt badly but with everything going on at that time at the same time he wasn’t able to focus on it, especially as she had pulled it out just as quickly.

 

   The tiger goddess pushes in a little more stretching his inner ring. A pain shoots through him making him try to tighten up, but her thickness is too hard and pushes back, especially as she pushes in a little more when he tightens up. The shooting pain is unbelievable, he’d honestly rather have someone stab him in the face with a curved knife right now than have her dick stabbing him in the ass.

 

   “Relax.” Orders the tiger goddess in a stern voice.

 

   He does, and she slips her dick in the rest of the way.

 

  “More lube maybe,” says the tiger goddess and conjures up a bottle of oil.

 

  She slowly pulls her dick out, leaving the head inside and massages the oil along her shaft. The return trip in is much smoother, albeit still a bit painful. As she pulls out and back in slowly a few more times the pain is replaced by a growing pleasant sensation deep in his loins. The fullness is unique and not wholly unwelcomed but this odd fiery growing pressure in the back of his dick makes his eyes go wide and actually moan like a bitch being bred behind the ball gag as she speeds up her pace.

 

   “Knew you were a bitch,” says the tiger goddess, “no doubt my little sister pegged you good with her ovipositor.”

 

   He remembers the tube, the only thing he can think of that this new word must belong too and Lohln holding it and saying next time. He must have been released thanks to the fairy before Lohln was in the mood again to do this…thissss…his thoughts are lost as the tiger goddess growls and pounds her meat into his rear. She is actually shoving his own dick in and out of the soft shaft it’s been inserted too. It’s like she is fucking for him while fucking him. With a few more *growls* and *purrs* she stops and he can feel something very hot fill up is rectum just as his own load shoots down the shaft in the bed.

 

   She lets out a loud satisfied *sigh* and dismounts him. He doesn’t feel any dick leave him and when she comes around sees her pussy turned back to normal.

 

  She gestures and the bed returns to normal, the chains and gag just vanish. But he is left weak, exhausted, his legs wobbly on the bed. Something else is suddenly inserted into his stretch ass, but he can’t tell what, nor has the strength to resist, something with a gentle suction, and then feels a rag rubbing his tender ass as he closes his eyes.

 

   He hears the tiger goddess rummaging under the bed and say, “hero’s semen, this should sell for a great price.”

 

   A few moments later he feels her warm body enter the bed and lie next to him, one arm over his chest, breasts pressed up against him, and one leg over his own as he turned over at some point while lying there. She rubs her face against his as she straightens her body out, her breasts now more along the side of his head and his body turned so she is spooning him in a position that he would have thought he was the girl and her the larger guy. Given what just happened that might as well be the situation as he lulls off to sleep.

 

   By the door the violet light of the fairy returns and slowly moves over to the not really sleeping tiger goddess who is looking down at her prize and licking the back of his head, pleased with herself.

 

   She glares at the fairy as it comes over,

 

   “I know,” says the tiger goddess, “when he wakes up he’ll find himself in his clothes again, and I’ll give him the tiger claws relic. For now just let me enjoy this.”

 

   The violet light fades away, leaving the lovers to lie in bed together.