Drantos
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“Drantos,” she pleaded, just wanting to come.
He pressed tighter against her pussy and slid his tongue out of her completely. His mouth latched around her clit again and this time he used his teeth to lightly rasp over her swollen clit that ached to the point of pain. The new sensation sent her over the edge.
The climax tore through Dusti, shocking her with its intensity. She opened her mouth to scream but the power of the climax gripped her too strongly to draw in that much air. She panted and moaned, shivering hard, and nearly collapsed over him when her entire body started to turn lax.
He rolled them both over in a heartbeat. Dusti didn’t even care that she now lay sprawled on her back, the transition a little rough. Her bared ass against the soft grass. She stared up at Drantos when he climbed upward to settle over her body. She watched him tear at the front of his jeans, shoving them down just far enough to free his cock. He looked huge, rock hard, and it was proof of how much he wanted her. She lifted her gaze, wanting to look at his face when he entered her.
His eyes had turned so blue they appeared surreal. They were too bright. It startled and confused her. He breathed heavily, panting, and seemed to sense her distress. He closed his eyes and turned his head slightly. Long seconds passed before he opened them again. They still held some of that neon look but not as much.
“Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you.”
The gruffness of his voice made her shiver. It wasn’t fear though. She reached up and touched his face. The urge to kiss him was strong but she held still. He lowered over her until she was pinned under him, though he kept most of his weight off her chest so she could breathe fine. She gripped his biceps with her other hand, liking the strength she felt there.
“I’ll be gentle. You’re so fucking tight I’m afraid I’ll injure you if I go too fast.”
He didn’t look away from her when he adjusted his body to free one of his hands then reached between them to guide his cock to her. The rounded, generous-sized crown of his shaft slid into the soft folds at the opening of her pussy. He gently pushed forward when he found the right spot that would welcome him.
Dusti moaned and slid her fingers from his cheek to the back of his neck. She tightened her hold on him, needing to cling to something. The sensation of the thick girth of his rigid cock penetrating her pussy felt amazing and a little scary at the same time. No pain came but she could feel her body struggling to stretch and accommodate his size. He was gentle though and kept his word, going very slowly. She stared into his eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” His voice deepened. “This is going to feel amazing. Just relax and I’ll ma—”
A roar tore through the woods suddenly.
The terrifying noise wasn’t one Dusti had ever heard before and she couldn’t identify what would have made it. It sounded really close though, judging by how loud it had been.
Drantos snapped his head up to glare into the dense trees near the edge of the clearing. An inhuman snarl tore from his lips when they parted—and then his teeth seemed to lengthen into sharp fangs that dented his bottom lip.
Dusti watched them grow even longer. She stopped breathing, her mind stunned. He lifted off her fast, withdrawing from her body.
She lay there dumbfounded, legs still spread, as he shot to his feet with a speed that astonished her.
“Get up,” he ordered.
Dusti couldn’t respond. She was still in shock as Drantos glanced down at her. Those terrifying fangs were still protruding from his mouth when he bent and wrapped his hands around her upper arms. He just jerked her upward into a standing position. Her knees miraculously locked to hold her weight when he released her.
His eyes were bright blue. They were glowing.
“Run,” he hissed. “Cross the river and just keep moving. I’ll find you.”
She gaped at his face. Those fangs sticking out of his mouth were real and his features had changed just enough to terrify her. His cheekbones looked denser, the shape of his eyes now appearing sunken in a little under a forehead that seemed to have thickened. A fine coat of black hairs darkened his temples, the sides of his face, and his chin.
“Run now!” he snarled, shoving her. “Get across the river. Forget the raft. There’s no time.”
The push broke her from her stupor. She stumbled but made it to the river’s edge. It was a long way across and the current appeared strong. It reminded her that she wasn’t the best swimmer. She hesitated and turned slightly, staring at Drantos. His back was to her as he faced the line of trees. She peered past him when movement caught her attention.
A big creature crept out of the thick forest and paused on all fours.
Dusti whimpered. It was huge and looked like some kind of screwed-up dog. Hell hound, popped into her mind. The fur that covered it wasn’t thick, so she could make out the muscular, meaty arms and legs. It had to weigh hundreds of pounds, far bigger than any normal dog she’d ever seen. Its shape was odd, too, maybe part human and dog. It was the limbs that reminded her of a human but it lifted one front leg and she couldn’t miss the claws protruding from its fingers. They looked razor sharp and inches long.
It growled, raising the hairs along the back of her neck.
Dusti was frozen, horrified. The horrendous-looking dog-beast turned his head a little and pure black eyes met her fearful ones. It looked evil and she had flashes of horror movies running through her mind. It did remind her of a hell beast.
Drantos moved between them, using his body to block her view of the thing right out of a nightmare. She didn’t miss seeing Drantos’s hands spread open at his sides or the long, sharp, pointed claws that somehow had grown from his fingertips.
“Do what I said,” Drantos demanded in a voice way too deep to ever be confused with something human. He didn’t turn to glance at her, instead kept focused on the thing that he faced off against. “Swim for your life. I’ll find you.”
She spun around, finally able to tear her gaze away from the clearing. The briskly moving water ran across a wide stretch of distance, with random logs floating near the center. It moved at a fast enough speed that she paused again.
Fear of drowning was strong but there was a hellish creature behind her.
I’m fucked.
Another ear-piercing roar sounded and a second one answered it. Don’t look, she chanted inside her panicked mind. God, don’t look. I’m going to have to swim. He said swim.
He pressed tighter against her pussy and slid his tongue out of her completely. His mouth latched around her clit again and this time he used his teeth to lightly rasp over her swollen clit that ached to the point of pain. The new sensation sent her over the edge.
The climax tore through Dusti, shocking her with its intensity. She opened her mouth to scream but the power of the climax gripped her too strongly to draw in that much air. She panted and moaned, shivering hard, and nearly collapsed over him when her entire body started to turn lax.
He rolled them both over in a heartbeat. Dusti didn’t even care that she now lay sprawled on her back, the transition a little rough. Her bared ass against the soft grass. She stared up at Drantos when he climbed upward to settle over her body. She watched him tear at the front of his jeans, shoving them down just far enough to free his cock. He looked huge, rock hard, and it was proof of how much he wanted her. She lifted her gaze, wanting to look at his face when he entered her.
His eyes had turned so blue they appeared surreal. They were too bright. It startled and confused her. He breathed heavily, panting, and seemed to sense her distress. He closed his eyes and turned his head slightly. Long seconds passed before he opened them again. They still held some of that neon look but not as much.
“Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you.”
The gruffness of his voice made her shiver. It wasn’t fear though. She reached up and touched his face. The urge to kiss him was strong but she held still. He lowered over her until she was pinned under him, though he kept most of his weight off her chest so she could breathe fine. She gripped his biceps with her other hand, liking the strength she felt there.
“I’ll be gentle. You’re so fucking tight I’m afraid I’ll injure you if I go too fast.”
He didn’t look away from her when he adjusted his body to free one of his hands then reached between them to guide his cock to her. The rounded, generous-sized crown of his shaft slid into the soft folds at the opening of her pussy. He gently pushed forward when he found the right spot that would welcome him.
Dusti moaned and slid her fingers from his cheek to the back of his neck. She tightened her hold on him, needing to cling to something. The sensation of the thick girth of his rigid cock penetrating her pussy felt amazing and a little scary at the same time. No pain came but she could feel her body struggling to stretch and accommodate his size. He was gentle though and kept his word, going very slowly. She stared into his eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” His voice deepened. “This is going to feel amazing. Just relax and I’ll ma—”
A roar tore through the woods suddenly.
The terrifying noise wasn’t one Dusti had ever heard before and she couldn’t identify what would have made it. It sounded really close though, judging by how loud it had been.
Drantos snapped his head up to glare into the dense trees near the edge of the clearing. An inhuman snarl tore from his lips when they parted—and then his teeth seemed to lengthen into sharp fangs that dented his bottom lip.
Dusti watched them grow even longer. She stopped breathing, her mind stunned. He lifted off her fast, withdrawing from her body.
She lay there dumbfounded, legs still spread, as he shot to his feet with a speed that astonished her.
“Get up,” he ordered.
Dusti couldn’t respond. She was still in shock as Drantos glanced down at her. Those terrifying fangs were still protruding from his mouth when he bent and wrapped his hands around her upper arms. He just jerked her upward into a standing position. Her knees miraculously locked to hold her weight when he released her.
His eyes were bright blue. They were glowing.
“Run,” he hissed. “Cross the river and just keep moving. I’ll find you.”
She gaped at his face. Those fangs sticking out of his mouth were real and his features had changed just enough to terrify her. His cheekbones looked denser, the shape of his eyes now appearing sunken in a little under a forehead that seemed to have thickened. A fine coat of black hairs darkened his temples, the sides of his face, and his chin.
“Run now!” he snarled, shoving her. “Get across the river. Forget the raft. There’s no time.”
The push broke her from her stupor. She stumbled but made it to the river’s edge. It was a long way across and the current appeared strong. It reminded her that she wasn’t the best swimmer. She hesitated and turned slightly, staring at Drantos. His back was to her as he faced the line of trees. She peered past him when movement caught her attention.
A big creature crept out of the thick forest and paused on all fours.
Dusti whimpered. It was huge and looked like some kind of screwed-up dog. Hell hound, popped into her mind. The fur that covered it wasn’t thick, so she could make out the muscular, meaty arms and legs. It had to weigh hundreds of pounds, far bigger than any normal dog she’d ever seen. Its shape was odd, too, maybe part human and dog. It was the limbs that reminded her of a human but it lifted one front leg and she couldn’t miss the claws protruding from its fingers. They looked razor sharp and inches long.
It growled, raising the hairs along the back of her neck.
Dusti was frozen, horrified. The horrendous-looking dog-beast turned his head a little and pure black eyes met her fearful ones. It looked evil and she had flashes of horror movies running through her mind. It did remind her of a hell beast.
Drantos moved between them, using his body to block her view of the thing right out of a nightmare. She didn’t miss seeing Drantos’s hands spread open at his sides or the long, sharp, pointed claws that somehow had grown from his fingertips.
“Do what I said,” Drantos demanded in a voice way too deep to ever be confused with something human. He didn’t turn to glance at her, instead kept focused on the thing that he faced off against. “Swim for your life. I’ll find you.”
She spun around, finally able to tear her gaze away from the clearing. The briskly moving water ran across a wide stretch of distance, with random logs floating near the center. It moved at a fast enough speed that she paused again.
Fear of drowning was strong but there was a hellish creature behind her.
I’m fucked.
Another ear-piercing roar sounded and a second one answered it. Don’t look, she chanted inside her panicked mind. God, don’t look. I’m going to have to swim. He said swim.
