Page 5 of The Manticore's Fire

Abby choked on her own spit, shocked and horrified that he could so easily determine her body’s willingness and need. If anything, his words sent a dark, forbidden flame scorching low within her belly. He chuffed again as he took in her expression, his nostrils flaring as he prowled toward her, teapot in hand.

“Oh yes, I will fuck you long and hard I will fill you with every drop of my seed. I will breed and rut and you will know my pleasure while you scream for your own release and beg me for more. And I will continue to fuck you. If you are to escape this fate, then you must successfully find your way out of my den before I catch you. If you cannot, then you shall be mine and pinned on my prick. And you will be pinned for certain becauseyou will find that it is not so easy to dislodge a manticore buried within your tight, hot cunt,” he rumbled, turning toward her.

Her eyes dropped and widened. His cock had extruded within those brief moments, and the shaft rose upward as a slightly curling angle, the tip of it broad and triangular in shape but bearing a number of rising bumps that continued in greater number down the length of his cock. A clear bead of precum welled at the tip and dripped from it and he hissed softly. Wrapping his hand firmly around his length, he squeezed, sending a stream of precum trickling free.

“Tea first,” he rumbled as if to remind himself and pressed his cock back into his bulging sheath as a deep growl rolled through his chest.

That growl did something to her. There was something so primal within it that something achingly raw within her responded instinctively to it. A wet gush dropped from deep within her, her arousal trickling steadily into her panties. She shifted in place at the sensation and squeezed her thighs tightly together as her eyes followed his every movement.

The manticore shivered in the grip of his own desire but he managed to walk calmly back to her with the teapot. Despite the tight control he was displaying, it was all she could to keep from springing to her feet and fleeing. He clearly had nerves of steel that allowed him to ruthlessly toy with her, but she was terrified that she was coming close to embarrassing herself with an inescapable demonstration of just how lacking her own self-control was. She was mortified and confused at her strange, uncontrollable response, and suddenly very sympathetic to cats in heat. Was this the same sort of suffering? Just the idea of being rammed full of all that dick made something within her clench with an instinctual excitement.

Gods she was sick, she knew she was, but she couldn’t help it. Caught helplessly within in a tidal wave of desire, her eyesfollowed him as he leaned forward and set the teapot among the teacups on the small table between them. His nostrils flared and he shivered again, this time more violently. His eyes pinched close for a moment and then sprung open, their green depths suddenly far more luminous than before as his pupils constricted tightly and then flared wide.

“Tea can wait,” he snarled, and his tail lashed, the stinger slashing through the air. “I can scent your desire. Fuck civility. I will have you now.”

He lurched forward causing Abby to spring to her feet with a squeak. Spinning away from the chair so that she was certain to keep the furniture between them, she pivoted toward the entrance and sprinted for it. An embarrassing flood of arousal wetted her panties as she ran, and the cotton of her underwear rubbed against her clit as if excited by the chase. Even with her mind screaming in denial, her body was priming itself to be fucked… to be rutted by a monster… to be pinned beneath him, her ass up in the air and filled up and stretched with the primal slam of his hips.

Her arousal was insane. It was as if her body was trying to incite the monster even as her mind attempted to secure her escape. She could hear him, his roar chasing after her through the winding cavern tunnel as she fled blindly through them, with not even her scarab to light the way since the magic had since dissipated while she had endured her capture. She could hear his claws scraping as he charged after her. She could nearly feel the fanning heat of his breath upon her as her pussy continued to weep with its own primitive eagerness.

Abby turned down another corridor and her eyes widened in shock. Just ahead the path terminated in a smooth wall. She had somehow gone the wrong way and was now trapped. Skidding to a stop, she slowly began to turn but a large body barreled into hers, sending them both crashing to the ground. She landedon her belly hard but didn’t have the time to push herself fully onto her hands and knees before one large, clawed hand slapped against the ground within view and she felt the other wrap around her waist, hauling her back as a growl vibrated through the air between them.

Despite the shocked screech of her mind, her hips instinctively went up and she moaned out loud when something large pressed frantically against her crotch as he panted and growled. She shivered blissfully as she felt her sex pulse and open further in preparation for him. Her hips did a needy little jump so that the crotch of her pants slid along his length from its tip to his pelvis in a way that made him snarl with pleasure. The fabric must have somehow weakened because she heard the first sound of fabric shredding as he gripped it with his claws and pulled. The fabric yielded and she felt him more acutely through the rapidly splitting material separating them, every strike against her clit sending stars shooting behind her eyes.

Gods she wasn’t even trying to fight him off. She didn’t want to. The logical part of her that cared about the fact that this was considered unnatural among those of her profession and strictly prohibited—and would get her expelled permanently—had shut down in surrender to the pleasure and need that was coursing through her as his flat, textured tongue rasped gently against her neck.

This was it… she was going to let herself be defiled by a monster, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry. In fact, she wanted nothing more. It was a forbidden sort of excitement that rose within her demanding to be embraced. And gods help her, embrace it she did.

Chapter

Four

The manticore’s cock was as thick as it had appeared in the firelight. Abby could feel every inch of it as it battered against, somehow shredding through the crotch of her pants and panties little by little until finally he gave an impatient huff and lowered a hand between her thighs to pet her pussy in long dragging strokes before tearing a gaping hole with one quick movement of his claws. There was a tease of cold air but then heat from his scorching hot cock as it glided against her slicked-up pussy that made her eyes roll back with pleasure.

On a final pass, the head notched in place and slid in just enough to encompass the tip and even that was girthy enough to have her pussy stretched tightly around it. The manticore froze as if only suddenly realizing that he was in and with an excited huff retreated only slightly before thrusting forward, his cock sliding through her wet channel, stretching it snuggly around its massive length in one hard jolt that nearly sent her off her knees.

Crying out, she felt her pussy tighten instinctively around the invasion and then gush rapturously around his cock as it squeezed repeatedly along the textured girth filling it. The manticore shuddered over her, his head dropping beside hers until they were pressed practically cheek to cheek and from thecorner of her eye, she could see his fanged mouth gaping open as he moaned. Abby trembled at the sound, her pussy clamping down around him again without her say-so and she whimpered as his cock slowly began to drag from deep within her the wide, angular flare of its head. The manticore grunted deeply and shivered. His claws scraped the stones, and his pelvis slammed forward, driving his cock back into her.

She wheezed quietly as it stole her breath in all the best ways. Her internal muscles squeezed around him as he began to shuttle in and out of her clasping depths. His growl trembled against her ear as he began to thrust and she lifted her ass higher, needing him deeper. The warm, velvety pads on his fingers palm buffed against her skin as his hold tightened. It was an erotic contrast to the very faint prick of his claws against her skin as his hold tightened. She felt him tease the flesh of her hip where he grasped her, and the sensitive skin of her stomach where one of his hands was currently flattened. Something cooler and harder in texture brushed along the length of her thigh, the long, pointed tip scraping as it passed, leaving a damp trail in its wake.

“What?” she gasped, and he thrust deep and held as his blunt nose nuzzled her.

“My sting can give you great pleasure,” he rasped. “As much as it can deliver a painful fate for my enemies, for you the fire would be indescribable. Just a tiny prick. The barb would not even loosen with such a gentle tab.”

Abby trembled beneath her, her channel tightening around him like a vise as she attempted to make sense of his words through the pleasure-dense fog that had fallen over her mind. He wanted to prick her with that monstrous stinger at the tip of his tail? It was horrifying… and faintly intriguing. But not enough to get her to agree. She shook her head, and his chest vibrated with his quiet laughter.

“Not ready for that? A shame. There is nothing better than a cunt choking my cock rapturously in response to my venom.” His tongue stroked her neck again. “Are you certain that you will not change your mind?”

She blinked rapidly as her body twitched beneath his hold in frustration with his sudden lack of movement as tension spun deep within her. Gods, what did she need to do to get him moving again? And what was the question? Was she supposed to answer with a yes or a no? Her breath burst from between her lips in a ragged, insensible moan and he chuckled again.

“Poor little female. Very well… next time,” he rumbled.

He rolled his hips then at that moment, grinding his cock deep, shifting in such a way that she could acutely feel the strange, pronounced texture of his cock caught within her. She gasped at the feeling as her channel clenched around his shaft, certain that the texture felt more pronounced. That became more apparent as his cock started to withdraw, and she felt an unusual dragging sensation inside of her that had her gasping at the sharp intensity of the pleasure rising within her. Overwhelmed, she instinctively attempted to jerk away and scramble out from beneath him, but his massive body flattened against hers, pinning her in place. A deep purr rumbled in his chest, its resonance sending tiny bursts of pleasure crackling in response within her.

“Something’s… strange,” she panted, and his teeth gently nipped her shoulder in reply.

“Nothing is strange. It is perfectly normal,” he groaned as he held her firmly, his cock dragging slowly more and more until just the flared triangular tip remained caught within her.

Snarling softly, the manticore’s pelvis rocked, changing its angle, and thrusted once more. Abby cried out, her pussy pulsating around his sex as a hot coil within her snapped and released, gushing over the cock buried within her. He growledsoftly with pleasure as she twitched around him, her fingers spasming against the cavern floor. With her every gasp and moan, his pelvis slapped against her ass, jolting her slightly with every thrust.

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