Hey guys it's Desperado white! Want to say a big thanks to people who've been reading Monster Girl Ranch and rooting for Patrick and his monster girls! This is a side story I have been collborating with some reviewers and readers and wanted to try this idea out.
It's still set in the same universe where Patrick is and who knows maybe these two characters will meet one day. Without furtherado let's begin a new magical adventure of love, sex, and monster girls!
If you guys just want to read the hot and steam actions, you can go straight to areas with the LEMON tag for viewing purposes. Have fun and don't hurt yourselves mates XP.
Year 25xx, Neo Chicago. The world we know it today is so advanced they've been able to started up various technological projects that allows humanity to advanced to new heights and folds. We got smartphones with Artificial intelligence acting like real human companions, robots working along side humans and serving every household, and the military leaps have just incredible. But the most important advancement of all, was their Psychic technology.
There was this half-pubic and half-hidden program, where the government had selected a handful of people from different backgrounds, straight out of school, regular business people, from even military training, and they wanted to test if bringing about psychic powers and talents was possible with our level of technology. They used psychotic drugs, mental enhancement, hypnosis, and various other methods. It was known as Project Starfall.
Five years after the start of the program, with over 30 nations collaborating together in research, the first generation of Physic warriors has been born! out of the initial selection of 100 applicants and test subjects, there were a total of 50 functioning psychics. What happened to the others remained unlcear and rarely made publics. Some dropped out due to hardships, most broke down during the initial building phases, and the rest who would never be named suffered unfortunate accidents.
Among them was was Graf Spee, a Physic who was sent from Germany and joined Project Starfall since its opening phases. He had some military training, having served the German Air Force and a bit of a test pilot, so he was deemed suitable to join this expansive project. He was quite young, being only 19 upon becoming a Psychic. Technology had become so convenient that anone could be trained to do anything with the right tech and raising, so he was drafted into the military on his parent's request.
Now, he was standing in a large locker room, along with a majority of the other Psychic users he trained with during the project. After five years, Project Starfall bore fruit of their efforts. Today was the day the project managers will introduce their 'products' to the entire world, as well as their international investors.
"So this is it," Graf Spee said in his German language. He felt excited, yet anxious at the same time. He hadn't felt this nervous since he first performed Coca Cobana on stage when he was in first grade. He screwed up the lyrics and sung the wrong note, even the android instructos laughed at him. Since that day, he refused to sing. It was the only thing that made him nervous. But today was different.
Graf turned to the other Psychic users. They were all attacking pieces of an exo-skeleton to their body, and slipping on silk gloves. They were all special equipment to amplify their psychic ability, to draw out their mental energy to the highest output without exhausting them. They were already integrated with cybernetic implants, and through their psychic connections they could control the exoskeletons and the wired-circuits in their gloves to project their powers.
Every had a different ability: heat, frost, aerodynamics, direction, and even telekinesis. Graf was able to master electricity, and with the right will power he is able to project enough energy to power something small as a light bulb to something like powering a large construction vehicle. He could throw lighting from his finger tips, or shock someone upon contact. Little known to others, he had tried using his electrical abilities to hack into computer terminals and smart cars successfully, but if the drill sergeant found out he hijacked his Dodge Galactica on a joy ride every Sunday evenings, he would be in big trouble. Sssshhhh.
"Looks like this is it boys and girls," Graf said, this time in English. He looked upon some people he was familiar with, a girl with black hair from China, a boy with dark skin from American, and even a girl with hazel-tanned skin from Spain. About 15 different countries were in this small locker room, and many more in the other rooms. This demonstration was going to be shown as bit of a football game, to display all of their psychic abilities in actions as well as non-lethal combat. Once the investors realize their money was well spent, more funding will be provided to the Starfall Project to make more. Maybe even convert them into soldiers.
"Okay, let's do this everyone," Grad said, upon seeing the locker room doors sliding open. They unfolded like automatic blinds and the walls bent back like pop-up images to open the way. The locker room was directly on the corner of a massive stadium. It was four times bigger than a regular foot ball field and it had artificial terrain of mountains, forests, rivers, lakes, and snow caps as if to simulate what conditions each Psychic could manipulate.
Graf Spee from Germany flexed his arms, a habit he developed in his training, and nodded to the people who was in his locker room. They would be his team for this demonstration, and he could already see the other psychics forming their team at the other side. "Ready, Set, DEPLOY!"
The boy gave the order as their team leader, ignited the engine in his exosuit and his gloves. A wave of energy ruptured from his body frame, releasing a phantom blue light. This meant his mental energy was released like gas from a tank, and it was fueling his abilities. With his electrical powers, he converted the polarity in the air to allow him to 'magnet' his way to the nearest artificial mountain top. It was a mimic in the obstacle, being part of a mountain top that was about three stories tall at most. As it copied a mountain, it had some iron ore inside so his electricity slung him from the ground and up the trail.
He concentrated his powers to his finger tips, his gloves reading his focus. They allowed him to stick to the side of the mountain, almost like spiderman onto a building window. He turned, to watch his other psychic team mates run into action. A Egyptian Psychic uses her water manipulating abilities and skated her way down the river stream. One Taiwanese Psychic was shooting small funnels or spiraling air from his feet and hands to fly into the air. The heat-wielding Nigerian Psychic simply walked, touching the obstacles to make them melt with microwave emissions from his palms.
The game was set, and everyone in the world was watching. This made Graf super excited. He wondered if his parents were watching. See how obsessed they were with the military, being one being a General of the German Navy and her mother a Commanding Officer of the Air Force, he had to look good or else it won't be his country coming after him, it would be his flesh and blood parents.
"BLITZKRIEG!" Graf roared and he bolted from the mountain top he was on. He free fell to dive through plasma projectiles formed from compressed air and shots of hardened atoms. He saw one psychic not wearing his team color and lunged. With one hand, he grabbed the enemy by the arm, gripping his exoskeleton at the same time and broadcast his electricity through the lines.
It both shocked the enemy psychic, but also did something he didn't expect. Graf pulled back with a grin, upon seeing the other psychic's exoskeleton dancing around at random. It would throw out the other boy's legs and make him walk around as if he was on stilts. It made him collide into one of his teammates who fell over him.
"Push on! Push on!" he roared, cheering on his unit. He was nominated team captain in this trial for a reason. Many of the people in his training group all admire his charisma, but always worried about his recklessness. There have been times where he would fall on his face in a failed test or experiment, but what really made people look up to him was how he never gave up. Maybe he was stubborn as an ox that people would often joke about how he thinks like a bull spotting a cow to mate. He'll prove to everyone he was more than just a bull.
"Team Alpha push up into the forest and flank them! Team Delta take the river and infiltrate their enemy camp! Our goal is to grab the bomb and take it to their base!" Graf called out as he leapt far through over the forest. He relied on maintaining his airtime by slingshotting his way with his electricity from different psychis and their exoskeletons. At the same time, he would 'push' some of his opponents into the river or sand bar to make him do a double jump.
The bomb he was referring too wasn't a real bomb, but kind of a mock explosive. The game field they were on was already projecting solid holograms in the area, where usually other combat-based game sports would be held like racing or wrestling. The field was made so it would project two holographic bases and one small orb they was flagged as the bomb.
It was similar to the game type of 'deliver the bomb' to the enemy base. Once a team acquires the holographic ball, and bring it to the enemy base, where there was a core portal to throw it in like a soccer ball, then they are declared the winner. It's not like it will really explode, but the leader of the opposite team would definitely burst with fury if he lead the charge like that. And he was counting on it, because he had a gripe with their team captain!
"We meet again, little svoloch!" called a deep female voice with a thick Russian accent. Graf recognized it and he ducked away. A volley of spears made of mercury fell down to stab the ground. He felt bad that by dodging, a team-mate behind him he wasn't aware of got hit by those spears. Fortunately this game field was set to be non-lethal, so the force of the attack exploded the spear in time on contact but knocked out the player out of commission. Something like laser tag where the body armor can take a number of hits until the person can't shoot anymore.
Graf took cover first, before he peeked out from behind an artificial basalt formation near a fake sand shore he was on. He spotted a woman with vivid red curly hair who was looking at him with eyes ready to shoot daggers at him. She had a smile on her lip-stick covered lips and was waving her index finger to trail a spiral of bubbling mercury.
"It's been too long, Graf darling, I really miss playing with you," She said with a grin and a sneer at the same time. Graf chuckled, but remained cautious, "Hey Minsk, haven't seen you since we last sparred a week ago. If we win this game, it would be the 120th victory on my end, wouldn't it? I think I'll open a bottle of Vodka to celebrate the occassion." The woman with red hair named Minsk had her hackles up and her beautiful face was distorted with a smile. "I will make you pay for humiliating me time and time again, German boy!" "We'll see about. Her's my love from Russia!"
Graf popped out of his cover, to blow a kiss to Minsk. It pissed her off how he was mocking her and she started up her psychic powers. The boy had to be careful, because even if he defeated her, she was still a strong player. He had only lost about five times with her, but once he memorized her new skills he knew how to counter. Now, he wasn't sure what tricks she had up her sleeves, especially in a game like this. Although this demonstration wasn't played for points or trophies, it did help in increasing image of the victory team. They were told they might be given special scholarships or endorsements, but only if they win.
Guess Minks really wanted that Five Star Hotel and spa plan in Osaka, Japan, Graf snickered. He held up his electrical field to form a shield, letting Minks throw her mercury spears at him. He ran off, into the direction he knew where the bomb was kept. Minsk followed, cutting down the tall fake trees with her mercury shaped after axes.
The two Psychics were locked in a heated duel as they ran through the field. Among their teams fighting each other in a mock war, they ducked under the bolt of microwave and the aerial twisters raging across the field. "Ah ha, there is is!" Graf smiled, spotting a small glowing crystal ball up ahead. It was sitting in the middle of a clearing, on top of what looked like an ancient stone pedestal. It looked like something straight out of a fantasy world. Even with all the advanced tech and such, Graf played some online games during his training so he recognize this area having a theme to that of a lost relic. He wondered if this was the project manager or some young and super rich investory who added this in.
"That ball is mine," Minsk cried out and she was making a beeline for it. "Are you sure you don't want my ball?" Graf smiled. The woman with red hair was confused, but when she realized what he was suggesting she turned red and fumbled. That was the chance he was looking for! "Leap frog!" "WHOA!"
Graf leapt over Minsk's back, like kids playing leap frog, and he used his electricity to slingshot himself forward, and throwing Minsk' back by her exoskeleton. The boy flipped into the air, and landed onto the pedestal with a chuckle. By the time Minsk righted herself up, to lunge and grabe the holographic orb, she paled.
The German boy had the crystal ball in his hand, bouncing it up and down in his palms. "Finders keepers, Minsk. Better luck next time." 'NYET!" Graf gagged when he saw a flurry of killer wires of mercury shoot out at him. He didn't expect it, because that could have killed him regardless of the game field setting conditions to non-lethal. It was aiming for his throat!
The boy fell over, the ball rolling out of his hands. He tried to pick it up, but the Russian woman leapt on top of him. She had both of her hands onto his neck, her eyes wide with rage. "I've been humiliated enough by the likes of you! I cursed myself for not teaching a lesson to you sooner in respecting your elders! I'm 29 and I don't need to be fooled around by some puppy like you! Disappear!"
Graf struggled to speak, but his throat was clenched tight. Minsk was serious! She was going to strangle him to the end! What did he ever do to her? Sure he peeked on her showering, hung her panties up on a telephone poll, exchanged her blow dryer for a workshop torch, intentionally spilled water on her whenever she wore white, and stuffed her into the dirt about a 100 times in their training in front of everyone - but did she really have to murder him for that... Okay, he deserved it, but he didn't want to die!
"F-fat chance, Minsk!" Graf cried. He reached out his hand, to the crystal ball on the ground that was the game's bomb. There's no one around, he can't toss it to a team mate and ask them to win the games. He can't do it himself, he was busy being strangled. So he decided to drag it over with his mental powers, grab it, and slam it into the woman's face! "NICE TRY, SUKA!" Damn it, Minsk countered him with her mercury and the crystal ball slammed into a metal plate of liquid silver. Graf wasn't going to lose, he pumped in his electricity into the crystal ball to double it as a powered weapon.
When both psychic energies collided with this crystal ball, it let out a brilliant light. The atmosphere suddenly felt wierd, almost sickening. The area around them distorted, collapsing, as if the background was a painting melting under fire. Minsk was confused, and she threw up to the side. Graf too didn't know what was going on, but the sinking feeling in his stomach also made him vomit to the side. Their minds went hazy, as if they were sleep deprived for days. Then suddenly, everything went white.
Graf didn't know how long he was out. By the time he came too, he saw a forest. It wasn't the same as the one he was having the demonstration in. They had a different colour, almost the gold of autumn settling in. The smell was different too, it was natural, almost the waning of summer flowers. Nothing like an artificial game field with fake nature and grass. He would only smell plastic and sweat there, but not like this.
"Wh, what happened... Oh shit Minsk!" The boy bolted up, bracing for an attack. He scanned his environment, preparing himself for a psychopathic woman to lunge at his throat again. Oddly, there was no one there. he thought she may have been in hiding and waiting for a chance, but it didn't feel like she was here.
Still, he did feel like someone was watching him. "Who?" he turned around, seeing a girl leaning over him. He gulped, not only because she looked like a cute girl with a volputous body and frame, wearing nothing but a leather bikini and arm on her arms and legs she, was big! Her breasts were one thing, but was her build and height that really took Graf by surprise. If he stood up, she would be one and a half head taller and he was of average size.
How could a girl like her be this tall, he wondered. And, what was that flapping in her hair? Leaves? On closer inspection, the German narrowed his eyes to squint to see what it was attached on her head. They look like folded papers, strangely fleshy. If he wasn't mistaken that looked like... pig ears?
"THE HELL?" The boy snapped and backed up away from this monstrosity of a pig-like female. The girl must have been caught off guard, she gave a shrill squeal before she braced herself for combat. One stamp of her feet was enough to shake the ground and it throttled Graf on the spot. Already by eye-balling her, he could see this huge one-handed hammer weapon carved out of stone and tied to a thick tree branch.
Was she a psychic that could cause illusions? Maybe, he heard those types of units were super rare, there being only three out of the 50 who had this power. 50% can do a very low level of mind reading, but since the human brain was so complicated it was difficult to truly hear a fully structured sentence. At most if Graf tried, he could only get fragments of a message, like a radio transmission having interference. Only the talented brain readers could communicate back and forth like a walkie talkie.
Judging by how large she made herself, he guess she was the type to look big to intimate her opponent. Alright, he'll play along. "Come on, show me what you got? If you're ready to fight me, I guess the match is still in play!" Graf prepared himself, charging up his electricity. He still felt dizzy from whatever happened. It felt like he got hit by a flash bang grenade, so he felt a bit off. Also, having vomitted earlier shifted his consciousness and energy, so he was down to half mental energy. As much as the exo-skeleton help to reduce he amount of input to create a bigger output of energy, he was like a battery that would eventually deplete and recharge. If he was careful, he could take her out and one more person, maybe a third enemy if he was lucky and not cocky.
"OINK! YOU WILL BE A SLAVE TO THE HORDE, HUMAN!" squealed the pig girl and she lunged. Shit! Her footsteps rocked the ground in her march, and the way she swept back her rock hammer with ease, didn't look like an illusion! He felt the hammer was real! "Whoa!" Graf Spee rolled out of the way, dodging the hammer that blew up a dead log behind him. It was crushed into kindling, to dust even, and it didn't phase that pig girl at all!
"Wait, you're supposed to be using your psychic power, not a weapon! There's the non-lethal condition active, remember?" Graf spoke up. The pig girl snapped her eyes on him, growling. She picked up her hammer and charged at him with the cry of a boar. Graf didn't know what to do. For the first time in his life he felt his mind went blank. Good god, the images of him shaking while he sung Coca Cobana was flooding back to his mind again! The butterflies in his stomach was back!
"Noooo!" Graf screamed and he ducked again. The stone hammer blew open a boulder, shattering it to show the hidden crystals and ore deposits inside. The boy rolled out of the way, only to stagger when this beast girl came rushing at him wielding her weapon wildly, "Ha-ha, puny human! You are no match for an Orc!"
"An orc? What?" Graf flipped back, using his exo-skeleton to adjust his acrobatics. It was used to reduce his physical body energy to focus on supply energy to his mental powers. It doubled as a power suit and allows him to run away if the danger is too great or if he is low on mental energy. It's connected to this neural link, so it moves exactly as if it were his own limps. Still he couldn't take on someone who used pure strength, it was like fist fighting with a tank! "I don't know who you are, but I've had enough! I'm going to win this match and make my parents proud of me!"
The German stilled his wits, clenced his gloved fists and he charged! He counted the number of steps he needed to make before the pig girl swung out at him. She rushed him, seemingly with no plan, and threw her weapon around. Three, two, one...now!
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Graf clenched his right fist and focused his electricity to his knuckles. With the glove acting as his control meter, he increased the input to give it an explosive effect on impact. His target was first the stone hammer, because he wasn't fast enough to deliver a straight hit to her. He had to reflect the blow!
"BLITZKRIEG!" he shouted and he smashed his right fist into the hammer's face. A loud explosive sound rang out, startling all the birds and animals in a 10 meter radius. It was a deafening snap of hundreds and thousands volts zapping metal, and it forced the stone hammer to fly out of the girl's hands. It took her by surprise, as if she believed she would never drop her weapon and Graf slapped his hand into her open stomach! "FULL PULSE!"
He channeled a surge of electricity down his arm, through the exoskeleton and right into the girl's stomach! It forced her to scream, squealing as she felt the effects of a taser gun hitting her at full blast. "S-STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
Graf heard her cry of surrender, and he hesitated. Not wanting to kill anyone, he turned off the voltage from his mind and let the girl go. She dropped to her knees, fried and smoking. She was alive, but her muscles was twitching and she was clutching her stomach. The boy panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Who exactly are,"
"I-I'M! I'M COMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" screeched the pig woman with a shrill cry. The shriek threw Graf stumbling, the girl's moan of pleasure as loud as a jet flying over his head shaking the air. She had this face twisted in pleasure, her mouth drooling from ecstacy, as the electrical sparks from his attack danced over her bare skin. Her two hands clutched her crotch and she was clenching her thighs together as if to keep herself from peeing. With a sharp moan and squeak, she clenched her teeth as she had the hardest orgasm in her life. "NO! IT'S COMING OUT! IT'S COMING OUT!"
Graf watched in stunned silence. He look at her, who was melting from the sensation in her loins, and then to her waist. He could see fresh spring water leaking out from her leather hot pants. It definitely wasn't pee. "... I... I'm so sorry," he uttered, reeling from the sight. He wasn't prepared to see a girl orgasm like that, not from his electricity. Maybe he added in an extra too much voltage and it hit her sensitive nerves. Also, he never seen a naked woman before. His life in the Starfall project seperated him from the women trainee to prevent 'cross breeding' in the middle of experiments. Hence why he would sneak into the girl barracks and try to peek on Minsk while she showered. She was the only one worth looking. Heck, he never had sex even before drafting into the project. His parents were elites, they made sure he had a good education and a proper image. He never held a girl's hand, not even his own mother.
Now, seeing a girl falling into the pits of pleasure, he turned red all over. "Wow, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to." Graf trailed off. The pig girl was clutching her groin, panting. She kept twitching in pleasure from the experience she had, unable to get up. She looked happy, and confused. So Graf thought it would be best if he turn tailed and disappeared.
"No, waiiit," wheezed the pig girl. She sprung out from kneeling and tried to grab Graf by his suit. Her legs gave out so she was half-dragged across the ground on her knees. She looked up at the boy, flushed with a red color and desperation in her eyes, "P-please don't abandon me! I lost! I-I'll be your servant from now on!"
"Whoa what?" Graf flinched. The match wasn't playing for keeps, neither did his members have any hidden dealings of doing each other's laundry for a month if one side won. It was to just show their physic powers in a combat-like simulation. It was to show to the backers of the project that they could use them for security detail, government intelligence, military, even international sports. Being a slave wasn't part of the deal. "Wait, you got the wrong idea. I beat you but you don't need to grovel and beg for me."
"No! I want to grovel and beg!" cried the pig girl, shocking Graf off his feet. Even his exoskeleton was shaking as the neural link in his mind was frying up from this awkward situation. He shocked her and made her cum, he wasn't expecting that. And now he felt like he had to marry her because he knocked her up, but he never had sex in his life! What was going on?
"Please, keep me! I-I'll serve you with my body! I'll give you all of me at your beck and call!" the pig woman said. Although she was on he ground, she was still large frame. Even on her knees, her head level past the boy's belt and could nuzzle his chest if she wanted. Graf tried to pull free, but her grip was too tight. Also, it was super difficult to say no to a pair of cute and horny eyes looking at him. Suddenly, his member hardened. The pig girl calling herself an orc smile brightly, as if she saw hope, "Look! Even Little Master wants to use me!"
"Hold on for one second!" Graf cried, but it was too late. As if too eager to see how big he was, the girl pulled off his belt and whipped down his pants. OH! it-it was so breezy, the boy thought. He never pulled his pants down like this, even when he wanted to pee in the middle of training in a desolate park! And now to have this hot girl with lust in her eyes, kneeling in front of him? How could his dick not spring up in full mast. It hit her in the face too!
"Ow!" she flinched, but was happily licking her lips. "Master is so big! You really like me, don't you! Please let me make you feel good!" The pig woman, the orc, suddenly leaned in to kiss the boy's rod. Graf seized up, a new kind of electricity he never felt before shocking his spine. His loins burned up, something hidden in his heart was boiling.
The orc kept kissing his penis, being gentle as she touched it with the tip of her tongue. She held the long rod in her hand, a warm feeling flowing down his thighs, and she slowly stroked it. Graf was shaking all over from this treatment, and he let out a yelp when she stuck her tongue in between his foreskin and his glan! Oh god, he thought, sh-she was so good!
Graf was a virgin, and was ashamed. In all of his life, he never had time to have a relationship with the opposite sex. Even dreaming of naked girls was never on his agenda. The education and training to be an important figure in his family made him forget sometimes he was a man. Although he did peek on Minsk's body from time to time, she was the 'first' girl he saw naked and the only girl he saw naked.
Not only was this orc half-naked with her leather bikini, she was servicing his candle. "Do you like it master? Does my tongue please you?" She said, kissing and rubbing his rod. He reeled his head back, his fingers grapsing at empty air. His exo-skeleton was twitching awkwardly, as if to reflect how delightful he felt from having this girl touch his private place with her warm and moist tongue.
"I-it feels good," the boy panted. Bad move, because the orc grinned in joy. "Then let me please you more with my mouth!" The orc didn't bother going slow, she took the boy's virgin rod into her hot and wet mouth. The whole thing disappeared into her mouth and she opened her jaw to shove him into her throat. "OH GOD!" The German boy screamed, grabbing onto the orc girl's head. His rod! His rod was inside a girl's mouth, all of it! He never felt this happy before. His rod became even harder than usual, even more than his morning wood! The inner muscles and saliva coated his rod, massaging his manly organ. If he didn't grab onto the orc girls head, he would have exploded and end the fun. "S-stop, d-don't do that," he panted.
The orc girl didn't hear him. She swiveled her mouth inside, rolling his candle with her tongue. She thoroughly tasted ever square inch of his manhood, making it grow with every lick. She then started to suck on him, bobbing her head and making loud lewd noises. Graf almost passed out, before he could climax. To have a girl, even a stranger, do this to him was too much for this virgin to handle. "S-stop, I'm going to explode. I-I can't hold it in."
The orc girl pulled her head back to let him out. She furiously rubbed his drenched rod over her face and licked his sides, stroking him hard. She even reached out her tongue to lick his sacks, pressing her nose under the base to make him feel her hot air coming out of her mouth and nose! "Please give me your semen, master! Mark me as your slave! I shall honor our pact and become your servant and please you for the rest of my life!" "Oh gawd, I'm cumming!"
Graf cried out in pain and pleasure, where the Orc girl took him back into her mouth and shook her head back and forth. She clenched her mouth, tightened her throat, and made hot gagging noises as she smacked her lips onto the boy's base. He wanted to enjoy this, indulge in this piece of heaven a bit longer. But his virgin capacity hit its toll, he felt his tailbone sparking and he couldn't hold it in! "I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CUM!"
Graf lost control, he fell and grabbed onto the side of a tree, digging his fingers inside. The orc girl clenched her jaw, and the boy suddenly released all of his years worth of virgin frustration down her mouth, into her throat! Her cheeks expanded, like a balloon ready to burst. She desperately drank his seeds that kept hosing down her gullet, bu it exploded and he kept shooting it over her face.
When the boy orgasmed, he lost control of his mental powers and it courses all into his fingers biting the wood of the tree. It exploded with a vicious BOOM, turning the whole thing into more than kindling. It exploded backwards to become shrapnel for leaves and bushes, getting some animals in the wake. Graf was shivering, his mind flickering on and off from the overwhelming pleasure of having his first orgasm inside a girl's mouth. If it weren't for the orc girl grabbing onto his hips, pressing his ever pulsing candle into her face and painting her in his colors, he would have fell over. "S...so good, oh gawd, my dick burns..."
"Mmm. master's semen, it's so delicous! It's burning my skin,' cooed the orc girl. She kept hugging his twitching rod into her face, letting his hot cream drip and stain her hair, eyes, cheeks, forehead, everything. She drank whatever she had in her mouth, and started to devour the rest of his waist. By the time Graf came too, she had already cleaned him and was making more sucking noises on his member. Even though he just climaxed, his rod was hardening again."
"Stop, oooh, I said stop... STOP!" Graf barked and he grabbed the girl by the head. He yanked her off, regretting how good her suction was when he pulled out of her mouth. She tried to lunge, to taste his rod again, but he kept her back. If it weren't for the exo-skeleton increasing his muscle power, she would have sucked him dry. "Stop! Didn't you hear me stop!"
The orc girl flinched awake, snapping out of her euphoria. She reeled away from him on the ground, not daring to stand up even if she was taller and bigger than him. Her face covered in his cream stuck to her skin, dripping from her hair. Even under the layer of white, he could see how scared she look all of a sudden.
"What are you doing? We shouldn't be doing this," he yelled. He eyed the girl he never met before, who didn't even look like an psychic from any training group he was with. He had to find out what was going on... worse, this match was broadcast on TV. Oh shit, it was even in international channels. If a camera drone recored all that, then that means, "Oh crap my parents are going to kill me!"
"Am I no good, Master?" the orc girl uttered, her pig ears folding down sadly. Graf tried to control his emotions, but being sucked by a girl and having your parents possibly see that was too much for him. "I-it's not that, why are you sucking me. No, I should be asking you why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to ruin everything I worked hard to achieve? I spent many years training to become a psychic user, to seek approval of my parents who are the elites in society! If they caught me like this, I'm in trouble!"
"Did, did I do something bad?" the orc girl whispered, slowly realizing what was going on. Graf then blurted out, "Yes, I'm in deep shit because of you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry master. I-I didn't mean to hurt you like this." The Orc girl began to cry, thick tears falling from her face. Graf snapped awake, realizing his tone was too harsh. He regretted yellling at the girl who whole heartedly gave him the best blowjob he ever had. He felt like a dick, big time. This was worse than Minsk trying to strangle him earlier. "You know what, I didn't mean that. I was trying to say HEY WAIT!"
Graf jumped when he saw the orc girl run away. She raced over to where her stone hammer was and picked it up. Her face was twisted in sadness, the look of guilty painting on her every part of her body. Weeping loudly, she picked up the war hammer... and threw it towards her face. "Forgive me Master."
"STOOOOOP!" BAM! A loud crackle of thunder echoed in the air when Graf raised his foot to kick the hammer away. He used his electricity to double his attack power and it shot the weapon out of the orc girl's hands before she smashed her own skull open with it. He saved her from imminent suicide. The girl was shocked to see him intervene, and was so confused. "M-Master?"
Graf wanted to slap her, but he knew it was his own damn fault. So he slapped himself in her place, shocking her. "I should be the one to say I'm sorry. I'm the dick, not you." he grumbled. He calmed his tone down, hopefully to get the message across clear, "I'm too confused. I'm not mad at you. I'm suppose to be doing something important and what you did well..." Graf couldn't continue. He feared talking about how wonderful the blowjob was, he'll hardened up. The orc girl watched him carefully, trying to read what was going on with his mind. It was like she was waiting for his instructions.
"Hey, why did you try to kill yourself?" he asked. The Orc girl shuffled and didn't dare to look at him, "I was a nuisance to master. It's unforgiveable. I only wanted to be your slave, to please master's every desire. I-I'm willing to serve you at your beck and call, to appease your lust in whatever way you wish! I only want to make Master feel good, but," she lowered her head in shame, "but if pleasuring master will only give him trouble, then I no longer have any purpose. I don't want to be a burden to you!"
Graf recoiled. He never had a girl think like that before. All the girls back in the training squads either had too much sassy or were too bossy. Minsk was an exception, she would be the last perons he would fuck. But for her to go as far as killing herself so she wouldn't become a problem for Graf, he never heard of but in a fantasy book. What was up with he, he wondered.
"Are you serious, that you want to be my slave so badly?" Graf wonder, only to be shocked to see her nodding furiously. Tears fell from her eyes and down her cheefs, her pig ears flat over her head with sorrow. She kept crying, still thinking of killing herself once this conversation was over. The boy thought things over, he didn't know what kind of choice he wanted. What boy wouldn't want a hot girl for a slave, and she said he could use her body however way he wanted. But there was that issue his parents and the entire world could be watching him having sex like a peeping tom on the camera drones.
Now that he thought about it, he used a bit of his electric psychic powers to scan the area. He had this passive ability to detect for any electronics within an area, and secret to others he could essentially hack into them as it involves changing their power output in their circuit board.
Odd, no electrical equipment anyway. And the stadium was loaded with solid holographic projects and flying cameras for both the audience and project managers to see. He found it very awkward to not feel the regular radiation of electronics he usually felt bouncing back onto his skin.
"... Alright, I'll fuck you." the boy finally answered. At first, the orc girl didn't understand but re-hearing the word 'fuck' in her head made her less suicidal. "Y-you'll really rape me and make me your fuck toy master?" Graf pursed his lips to think about what he said, but weighed the benefits of life-long sex over his parent's expectation, "Yeah, I'm down with it. Let's forget everything and just fuck each other's brains out." The orc girl beamed up, as if she won the lottery, "I love you master!" Even so Graf still felt he had second thoughts about this idea.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ [LEMON PART 2]
Everything started out with a slow kiss, but because it was Graf's first time they were pretty much sucking faces like animals. The boy connected his lips with a girl like the orc girl for the first time, too eager to shove his tongue inside. He always heard stories from the boys and girls in his training camp, about their first time and sexual experiences prior their drafting. There have been time he wished to be with a girl like this, to feel her hot skin and touch her smooth body, if not doing all sorts of nasty things. He even had wet dreams, but made sure no one knew about that even when he was staying in a cramped barrack with other lonely trainees.
Sex was prohibited on site, and it was enforced with a vengeance. The research said that mixing of bodily fluids or even too intimate contact could distort bio-rythm and mental wave lengths for each psychic unit. In order to get a proper data read, they had to make them as 'celibrate' as possible. There have been times where either a boy or girl in his camp or another who get together and break that unwritten law, but they were instantly found out and kicked out of the program. Graf knew these scientists were serious, and he didn't dare to think about sneaking any more than a peek on Minsk. It was the only hobby he found pleasing in a boring boot camp like that.
Now, he was going to screw a real girl for the first time, "Are you sure you want this?" Graf asked between panting. The orc girl was already in heat from the kissing and tongue slipping, she barely looked concious when she nodded so eagerly, "Yes, please put your hot rod inside of me, Master. I want it so badly." It made the boy hardened and he didn't bother to hide it.
The orc girl smacked her lips upon seeing his nine inch rod standing at attention. With all of her kisses and pleading for six, it extended to a good 10 inch with a nice and thick girth. She was all to hungry to have his rod inside of her, and she rolled back onto the ground. She stripped off her leather top, her pants, leaving only the armor on her arms and boots. It looked hot, Graf though, to see another girl's naked body.
At most, he had seen Minsk from his training camp, who he had bad blood with every time they met. Her body was large with big melons and a nice ass. But this Orc girl, gawd, she had breasts as big as his head and her ass was so plump. It's like she was born to be plowed and sowed like a dog. Upon seeing her opening her thighs, Graf unconsciously gulped his dry mouth upon seeing actual steam lifting from her bare open vagina. Wow, she was wet, dripping furiously too. He didn't know if it was because of his shock treatment of just being this close, she looked so ready to have him take her then and there. Out in the open, he thought?
Even though he asked that, he was already naked with a long rod standing up from his pelvis. Learning he couldn't control his psychic powers so long as he had the exo skeleton, he decided to take it off along with his clothing. Luckily the exo skeleton suit wasn't hard to take off, or it would be as emberassing as being unable to untie or unbuckle your own pants. On a first time like this, Graf didn't want that.
"What's your name?" he asked. She gave him a look of surprise when he asked that question, "My name?" Graf nodded, making the naked orc girl fidget in timidness, "O, Oo'gata." The words hit Graf so hard, his candle fell back to 9 nine inches. "Oo...oo...How about I call you Olga form now on?"
The girl burst into tears again, this time smiling, "M-Master gave me a new name! D-does this mean I can truly belong to you?" The sincerity in her voice, and her openness to have him violate her, made him go back to 10.5 inches. Unable to resist her cute voice, he prodded her lower lips with his tip. Oh wow, the wetness of her opening was already flaring up his loins and made his wanting to plunge inside even stronger. The orc girl whimpered, feeling the hardness of his candle that was going to enter her.
"Please master, take me as your slave!" Hearing that coming from a hot girl like this orc, Graf forgot about his parents, his identity as a psychic, and indulged himself as a young man by plunging into her vagain. "Aaaah! Master's inside of me!" "Oh shit, you're so hot inside!"
The two let out a yelp as they experienced sexual intercourse for the first time (or at least for the boy). The German psychic was panting rapidly upon dipping his sensitive organ inside the body of a girl, her natural body heat flaring his meat rod up. It was like wrapping his candle in a hot towel, only her oriface was way hotter.
Graf felt like he wanted to be inside of her forever. He didn't even want to move. The Orc girl felt the same, to have a strong man like Graf to penetrate her, and with such a huge size! She was moaning as he twitched inside of her. "Y-you're so big, Master. It's filling me up so much. P-please use me as much as you like."
Graf couldn't speak, let alone breath properly. He started to move his hips, pulling back until the tip was about to fall out and then slowly slip back in. It was an amazing sensation he'd ever felt as a man. And he did it again, and again, and again! "Oh! Olga, Olga! Y-you're feel so hot! So fucking hot!"
"Master is amazing! S-such a big rod stabbing into my legs!" the orc girl Olga screeched. She bucked and arched her back when Graf pushed in harder, bumping his hips into her. By now, she could feel the tip constantly kissing her cervix, the place where future baby orcs would come out. Despite being a strong and mighty creature, Olga broke down into nothing but a hot mess as Graf proceeded to violate her harder and harder. There were no restraints, nothing like the firs time of a loving couple. It was raw hard sex and they loved it so much.
"Y-you're squeezing me, Olga! K-keep doing that, and man you're so wet!" Graf called out, heaving his naked body and hips back and forth. Olga squeaked when he prodded his candle so deep, he nearly poked past her womb opening. "Yes! Deeper, harder, rough me up! Please enjoy my pussy as much as you want, Master! It belongs to you, my body belongs to you, I belong to you!"
"I'll make you my woman!" Graf called out, completely losing control. The boy doubled over to plaster his body into the orc girl, their chests squeezed together. Speaking of squeeze, the boy reached up to grab her breasts, making sure his grip was hard enough to tell them who they belong to now. He kissed the orc slave girl and they wrestled their tongues for the hottest feeling in their life while tightly coiling each other in their arms. Graf started to slam his hips, the sound of their pounding flesh could be heard bouncing all over the forest. It sounded hot, it felt hot, he was hot.
"Olga, Olga, you're so fucking good! I like your pussy!" the boy panted, never once stopping his pile-driving. Olga could barely breath with every slamming into her once lonely hips, her juices spilling out and her body shivering on the verge of climaxing. "Yes, ram me Master. Your rod is so good! I-I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!"
"Me too, I'm going to cum too Olga... Oh shit, I got to pull out now!" Graf woke up. Even if he wanted sex, he wasn't ready to get someone pregnant, slave or not. He wanted to cum inside, but he didn't want to force her into something she wasn't ready for. When the orc girl heard him preparing to pull out, she went, "No! Master! Don't cum outside! Inside! Give me your seeds inside of my pussy!"
Her legs wrapped around his waist just as he was about to pull out. Graf yelped when she did that and gasped when the orc girl made him plunge back in with her wrapped legs. "Wait, I can't get you pregnant!"
"Yes! I want Master's seeds filling me up! I want to be stained in your colors! I-I want to belong to no one but Master!" Olga cried out, moaning with so full of lust Graf's rod hardened even more as it prepared for the climax, "Please cum inside me Master!" "AAAAAAH!"
Making love to a hot girl he just met, her turning into his sex slave, and letting him cum inside as much as he want, he couldn't control it. He gripped her waists and slammed his hips into her, making her scream with pleasure. Her body heaved and jumped every time he stabbed in deep into her canal, prodding into her. Now, his length was able to penetrate even her womb!
"Master! Yes! Master! Cum! Please cum inside my pussy! I-I'm all yours!" Olga screamed like a true sex slave. Graf roared as he humped her faster to say, "You're mine, Olga! You're my woman! No one else can have you but me! AAAH!" Graf threw in one last thrust, driving himself deep into the Orc girl. They both reached their peaks and climaxed, exploding their desires into each other.
Graf's rod pulsed and burst out his seeds, hot and sticky, pouring them down Olga's vagina. She screeched upon feeling her womb filling up with his juices, the heat scalding her insides. "Ye-yes, Master's semen is painting my walls! I-I belong to Master now! I-I'm so happyyyyy!" The girl's eyes rolled back, her pig ears flapping from untoild joy. After a few more thrusts to dump his cream, Graf made Olga squeal like a little piggy and it somehow turned him on.
When the last of his cream poured into her womanhood, he could feel it seeping back and out of the mating plug to burn into his skin. Gawd, that was hot, he thought. He never felt this good in a long time. All those years of training and psychotic stress disappeared, just because he screwed this orc girl like a dog. And releasing his sperm inside felt so satisfying, regardless if he was going to get her pregnant or not.
"... You... are... fucking... awesome, Olga," Graf panted. Olga too was down and out, her body exhausted and lying across the ground, drenched in sweat and her breast heaving for air. She smiled when she heard him say that and a drop of tear fell from her eyes, "Olga is so happy, I'm honored to be Master's play toy." She cooed, before she reached up a hand to touch Graf's. She then smiled and a twinkle appeared on her eye. "Master, isn't satisfied with one time, right?"
Graf's member was still inside of her, plugging her hole from the load of cream he dumped in. When she sad that with a lustful look in her eyes, it inflated back to full force. It was enough to make Olga screech as she orgasmed from having her inner walls expanded so suddenly, "OH MASTEEEEEER!"
"Yeah, I-I want more! I want more of your body!" Graf called out. Not caring if he came inside of her or how tired he was, his urges as a man took over. He scooped her body into his arms and suddenly pumped his piston into her engine again, even while she was in the middle of her orgasm! Olga squealed so hard it felt like a beast in mating season. Her limp body was tightly held in Graf's arms across the ground, as if he was humping a body pillow.
He lunged his mouth down to rape her breasts with his tongue, suckling on the tips to drive the girl insane. A face melting with extreme pleasure dripped over her cute face, her pig ears flapping wildly in ecstacy. Her tongue hung out as the hormones pumped into her body were so intense, she can't think anything but having sex for hours and hours.
The German psychic continued to mount her, pumping into her. Holding her in his greedy embrace, he suckled onto her breasts and teat while using her lower body as a sleeve for his rod. In out, in out, in out, he increased his speed faster and faster as if he only wanted to pleasure himself. Still Graf was not selfish, he made sure his new slave felt as good as him, but biting onto her tips and poking her clitoris with his fingers. "MASTEEEER! YEEEEES! R-RAPE ME MOOOOORE!"
Olga climaxed, enough said. Her thick orc juices drenched the boy's lap and it kept flooding. Seeing how soaked it was, the sound of squealching and wet flesh slapping into eachother could be heard and it drove them both crazy. Graf never let up, on the verge of climaxing again and he drove into her fast. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna paint you with my cum so hard, you'll never forget it!" "Yes, please rape me! Claim me as your pet and break my pussyyyyy!"
The Orc girl squealed happily as her master violated her like an animal. She was nothing like the girls Graf ever knew or seen, she solely enjoyed being pushed around with an taken advantage of. It's as if she was born to be a nice slave if you push her buttons right. He never once regretted shocking her, not once.
"I'M CUMMING!" Graf roared. He used her body like a sleeve and slammed her body down onto his rod, squeezing her down the base. It triggered his orgasm and he shot ropes of his seeds into her already full uterus. Olga cried out with a happy look on her face, hearts fluttering in her eyes. She felt a new batch of his hot semen pouring into her, pushing out the old. It all exploded out of the plug they had.
Graf didn't stop, even when he was still pulsing. He flattened her onto the ground, this time putting her long and bountiful legs over his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist and put them above her head, holding them down. It looked like he was forcefully screwing her, but he look of joy of being his one and only victim made him excited. "You like that, don't you? You enjoy being a dirty whore?"
The boy jumped. He never knew where that came from. He wasn't even sure if he was in control now that he was having sex with this orc girl over and over again. Being too much into it to think about it, he continued his frightening master persona. Somehow, it just turned Olga on. "Y-yes, I-I'm just a dirty little whore who wants Master's cock! Sh-she's hungry for your juices, so please stir her up with your meat rod!"
"Don't give me orders little girl," Graf said in a mocking tone. He didn't strike her, or yelled at her, thank god, he would feel guilty about that. But acting rough and screwing her lower lips like a scallywag... felt awesome. And he was just glad she was enjoying it as much as him. "You like to open your legs to anyone with a dick, right?" "No! I only open my legs for Master and Master only! So please use me as much as you want!"
The boy felt so happy. He accidentally came inside of her like that. She screeched in ecstacy as he felt some of his cream coming out, but he tried to stop it so it he could build it up one more time. With her legs over his shoulders, her arms pinned under his hands, he proceeded to happily rape her like the sex slave she wanted to be.
"Hey, Olga, I want you to say this," Graf said, a little shy in saying it out loud. he lead in to lick her ears, whispering whatever he wanted her to say. She gasped, a little shocked, but feeling his rod prod her made her think it was the best thiing she ever heard. So she said it out loud, "I-I'm a little piggy in heat. I-I'm master's personal fuck hog."
"Say it louder." "I-I'm a piggy, aaah, Master is my fuck hog, ooooh!" Graf could barely hold back a small laugh, she was too much in cloud nine to think straight. "Say it like you mean it or I won't cum inside of you!" That was enough to motivate Olga altogether.
"I'm a little piggy in heat! I'm Master's personal fuck hog! I love Master's cock! I want it stirring up my pussy until it breaks! Cum inside me! Cum inside me!" she squealed like a cute piglet. Graf grinned, almost crying with happiness, "Olga, I love you."
The boy gave her the reward she deserved, a sweet kiss on the lips full of tongue, and a good dicking. "OH MASTER! MASTER! HOLD ME TIGHTER, HIT ME FASTER! PLEASE ROUGH ME UP! I LOVE MASTER AND MASTER'S COCK SO MUCH!" "AND YOU'RE THE CUTEST LITTLE PIGGY I HAVE FOR A SLAVE, SO THIS IS YOUR TREAT FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD GIRL! I'M CUMMING!"
Graf didn't care if there was a drone or hidden camera in this forest. He wasn't even sure if he was still in the stadium after what happened. But he only cared about one thing - dump all of his semen into his new sex slave lover. He groaned and sucked on Olga's tongue to endure the excruciating pleasure of cumming so hard. He felt his balls clench and his candle shaking from the pressure he was attempting to shoot out at. Almost like a cannon with a potatoe as the ammo. Olga squealed, gripping her master's fingers that pinned her arms down as if a helpless maiden. Her legs clenched around him to make sure he squeezed every ounce of his love into her vagina. A pool of white burst out from their plugged hole, filling the air with sweat, hot sex, and raw heat.
The boy and girl were panting, their bodies finally going limp. Unable to keep up with each other's raging hormones and desire, their nervous systems slowly shut down to save them from overexertion. So much of their mixed juices painted their body and the ground. They didn't care if they left a mess. They didn't care if they stink of sweat and cum. They only cared about the heat and afterglow they were sharing while the boy was pressed down into the girl.
Graf panted, looking down at Olga. Olga wheezed and gulped, looking up at the boy. They stared into each other's eyes, their honest feelings being exchanged. Neither of them said anything. They only had to share a tender kiss while they were still connected, to know how they truly felt for each other.
"I love you Olga. You're a good girl." "And I love you Master. Please use me whenever you want." The two released each other from their position, to free their arms so they could hug each other. The need to sleep crept up on their body, so they didn't have time to put on their clothing or anything. They just lied on the forest ground, naked and covered in their love making cum and sweat. It looked like it was going to be dark soon, maybe cold. But they felt that their body heat was enough to keep them alive for the night.
Graf wanted to talk to her, maybe have a bit of a pillow talk, but he was too tired. The psychic battle, nearly being strangled by a psycho-bitch, and making love to his new sex slave took a toll on him. He fell asleep, in the best pillows a man could ever ask for, Olga's breast. Figuring out what the hell was going on, was going to be the last thing he'll think about now.