"Oh Patrick, did you miss me?" called out a voice while Patrick was in a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and he found himself in the familiar dream world. He sat up, noticing his body completely naked and sitting on grass. Lying across his waist with her chin in her hands and her legs and tail flicking around was the Cheshire. "Oh hey, Carolina, long time no see." Carolina smirked and kissed his candle, making him twitch, "You were so meant to me last time we played. Today, I want to punish you." she quipped and tapped her cat finger across Patrick's candle.
He moaned a bit, but held it back so he didn't show himself as weak. "What do you mean, I though you felt good." "Yeah I did, but you grabbed my tail. That wasn't very nice." she muttered, and Patrick nodded. He still grabbed her tail. "AAAH! P-PATRICK!"
"I don't want to sound like a rapist, but I really want you Carolina!" Patrick smiled, stroking her tail. "Wait, this is not what I had in mind! Stop grabbing me whenever we meet! At least let's get warmed up with foreplay!" Patrick nodded, still smiling like a gentle man. "Okay, here, swallow my candle." The boy just up and pulled out his candle in front of Carolilna, tapping it into her face. "Ow, ow!"
"Ever since I first did it with you, I couldnt' stop thinking about you," Patrick said while cupping her cheek, "I know I have my wife Arizona, and my girlfriend Kitty Hawk, but I can't get enough of what we had last time in my dreams. You felt great."
The Cheshire blushed, but coughed it off to regain her compsure. It wasn't helpful when she had her tail in Patrick's hands. "Do you think you can still say that if you see them like this?" The Cheshire smiled and snapped her fingers. The grassworld instantly became the farm! Patrick gasped as he saw the familiar run down barn and the house. Everything transported right inside the house, where he saw the Holtaurus Arizona and the cat girl Kitty Hawk. He also saw Nimitz, who looked gloomy and keeping to herself reading books. He guessed it was something about voodoo and how to get back at the boy, so he didn't look on anymore.
He saw Arizona teaching Kitty how to bake bread, of course using her milk and butter she handmade herself. Althought Patrick could smell the scent of baking bread and dough, he can't hear what they were saying. They also look transparent, as if holograms. "What is this, Carolina?" "We're still in the dream world, but I've projected what is going on right now at your home to your mind. I wonder if you can still tease me if you had your lovers present. It's like touching yourself when a family member is in the same room, awkward no?"
Patrick nodded and let out a sigh, before he picked up Carolina and threw the chesire's body over the baking table, her top down and butt out, "P-Patrick?" Before the Cheshire could resist, she felt a big hot man rod shove itself inside of her love canal, making her tongue jump out with a cute howl, "Aaaah! Wait, this is."
She felt the boy lean over her body, his bare chest giving her wamrth and she heard his heatful whispers trickling down her ears, "I want to rape you. The moment I first saw you, you had something I want to break inside of you." "It's no fair, Patrick!" the Cheshire cried out, but her screams fell on deaf ears as they were in a dream world. The boy nuzzle his face into her neck, purring with her, "I'm not a pervert honestly, but being with you, I want to be as lewd to you as possible."
Not giving the cheshire a chance to talk back, Patrick began thrusting his hips into her. She screamed and bucked as he body doubled over 90 degrees across the baking table and her hips were slammed in constantly. She could feel the flesh on her buttocks rippling with every beat, and her love canal burning from the way he stabbed deep into her. He felt his feet tap her ankles to part them a bit, making her support her body on her tip toes.
Her tail was squeezed in his hands, shooting one violent shock of ecstacy after another. She hasn't been filled with his cream yet and she was already going crazy with her tongue hanging out. And somehow, being violated in front of the hologram of Arizona and Kitty who were baking on the same table turned her on. It's like doing it in public, but no one was watching.
"Do you like it, Carolina. I've done my best to train my own bread loaf to please you. I'm still lacking in skill, but I hope this makes you feel good," Patrick said, slamming into her to emphasize his words. "OH PATRICK! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN DRIVE ME CRAZY LIKE THIS!" the Cheshire screamed and muffled her cries into her wrist. She felt the big hot rod prod inside of her innards and up into her baby gate. Every time the tip kissed the second gate, it made her want to just climax and cream. As if feeling her resistance to his pleasure, Patrick kindly squeezed and roughed up her tail.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Carolina shrieked, the sensation of peaking rattling her entire body from the tip of her skull to the tip of her toes. Her tail was turned to wierd angles and she felt her inner folds clench and gush out her spring water. It came out as a stream, as if a steamer sprung a leak. "Oh, Patrick! Oh Patrick! My insides are being messed up!"
"Here comes my cream! Take it Carolina!" the boy hollered and gave a while roar as he shoved his now 12 inch candle inside of Caroline, breaking into her second defenses. And it was right in front of Arizona and Kitty Hawk who were happily making bread together! "Wait, what do you mean you haven't, AAAAAAAAAAAH!" The Cheshire never knew he never climaxed until now. She felt his boiling seeds pour deep down her tube and into her baby gate. Since the candle breached the castle, all of his white soldiers invaded her inner sanctum and conquered her entirely, "So hot! It's burning inside of my stomach! I-I can't take it anymore, Patrick!"
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good as long as I can!" Patrick smiled and went back to thrusting into her rear end again. "No, that's not what I mean, gaah!" Carolina's mind was becoming more and more hazy. She felt her loins were on fire, her womb felt like all of his white seeds branding her with a hot poker. Just thinking about how much of his cream he had inside of her drove her over the edge, and the way it sloshed inside of her belly made her climax. "Patrick, not so rough! I'm going to break! Don't squeeze my tail!"
The Chesire planned on breaking Patrick from the beginning, but she never expected to be on the receiving end. She was so confused, so she let her body just indulged in this fantasy they brought themselves in. "Carolina, you feel so good, it's like I'm dipping my candle inside a volcano. Your volcano! It's driving me crazy!' said Patrick as he didn't stop pumping his next round of seeds into her canal. The Cheshire made cute noises as she felt more semen enter her, bursting out from her plug due to how much was already inside of her. "Oh god, it's pouring out of me! You're hot semen is drowning me in pleasure! Th-there's so much it's spilling out! Patrick! Patrick!"
The boy continued, this time he hoisted her one leg up and continued to pile driver into her oriface. She climaxed just by lifting up her leg like a dog wanting to pee, and this angle made her feel every square inch of his rock hard tool drilling into her hole. She was now dripping in sweat and cream, her tongue flopping out and her eyes glazed over from the pleasure she was swimming in. She could barely respond other than a whine when she felt Patrick blast another load inside of her. "N-no more, Patrick, I'm going to burst. My body can't take this anymore."
Patrick smiled and doubled over to kiss her, while running his candle back into her rear side again. His tool drilling into her love canal, slipping through the gates where the baby is made. With his meat plug, it kept back all the cream he stored inside of her love bank. The two crazy lovers then kissed over the baking table while making sweet love, in front of the boy's wife and girlfriend who were now trying to make croissants on the same table. "Let's move somewhere else, there is someone who is lonely" Patrick said, not waiting for a reply as Carolina was nothing but a hot and melting mess filled with his cream.
The boy carefully stuck his candle deep inside her, making her spring another stream of her hot fluids, before hoisting her up! he carried her, her legs a wide M shape and facing forward. She felt like a deer strapped on the hood of a car, and she relied on Patrick to keep her from dropping, "D-don't drop me, Patrick!" she cried, only to squeal when her weight on his candle made her shoot out more spring water.
She was then carried into the main living room, where Nimitz was studying with a gloomy face. Maybe it was because she was originally human that being violated by another man was a shock, even though she was now a monster girl. She didn't look happy, could be the fact she was forced to become Patrick's woman and she still hasn't accept it. Right now she was reading over some magic books, while Patrick held onto Carolina in their dream side of the world and kept pumping her with his candle.
"If only Nimitz could see us right now, Carolina. Connect, as one, doing naughty things. I think she'll change her mind about making love and find pleasure in it," Patrick cooed into Carolina's ears. The once proud and tricky Cheshire was not a living hot mess no different than a love doll her body flailing from being shoved up and down on a large bread loaf like Patrick's. Every time she fell down, his love spear would hit the back of her womb and the muscles stretched would make her shoot her spring water like a water gun. Every time he fired his hot white seeds inside, she would shoot a river out. When Patrick did that, Carolina squealed like an animal in heat and gushed an arc of spring water. It hit Nimitz's hologram, and it suddenly made her flinch as if she felt rain starting to appear inside of the house.
"Wait, can she see us?" Patrick asked the burning and sweating mess name Carolina. She was nothing but puddy now in Patrick's hold, her eyes looking off somewhere and her tongue out. She still shook her head. "Does this mean anything we do could interact with them, like some kind of poltergeist or something?" Being shoved onto his candle made her violently shake and whine with love, which he considered as a 'yes'.
"Okay, let's try this then," Patrick said with a lewd smile. He suddenly climbed up onto the desk that Nimitz the Dark Mage was using and knelt down so he and Carolina could match the height of her face. Since the table moved, Nimitz freaked out as to why it was moving on her phone. Before she knew it, Patrick shoved her holographic face right into Carolina's loins.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH! PATRICK!" the Cheshire screamed as she felt another woman's face bury into her filled love entrance, she immediately splashed her love juices all over Nimitz and Patrick held her head there to drown her in them. As if interacting with the real world, Nimitz suddenly became drenched and her face lit up like a red light bulb. In reality, she would look like some invisible force thrust her into something and sweat dripped from her hair, face, and neck soaking her. She didn't know what was going on right now, neither could she see who was attacking her with invisibility. But being slathered in another woman's hot love juice turned her own and she gave up resisting to eat out the love canal that was being thrusted with a big hot candle. "PATRICK! NO! NO! IT'S TOO MUCH! MY BODY IS MELTING!"
Patrick nuzzled his head into Carolina's neck and moaned into her ears, "it's because I love you so much, I want to break you and make you mine. You drive me crazy, you know that. So I want to make you crazy too." "But not like this!" Carolina screamed, before she squealed once more as Nimitz found and bit onto her jelly bean.
It soon became a hot, hot mess between the three. Patrick moved Carolina onto the desk, sweeping all the books and papers off like how the guys in TV do before they make out with their hot secretaries in their office. She put Carolina lying down across the desk, holding her legs up in hostage, and kept pummeling into her red and puffy love canal. Meanwhile, Nimitz on the other side of the dream got the idea of sitting onto an 'invisisble' head and have Carolina eat her out. Nimitz was bite her lips together to keep her from screaming, attracting attention from Arizona and Kitty in the kitchen. To help the Dark Mage, Patrick leaned forward and sucked the voice out from her lips with a deep and wild kiss. The broken Dark Mage gave up her rationale and just hugged the invisible man, kissing him back and letting the invisible woman eat her out. She was already sprinkling her own hot spring water as she couldn't keep up with the tongue assault and let Patrick lick her mouth out.
"Carolina! Carolina!" "Patrick! Oh Patrick! Break me! Break me until I'm nothing but a puddle!" Carolina screamed as she gave up resisting and let Patrick mess her up! The boy spurred his hips, faster and harder, making violent slapping noises from their hot and heavy love making. With a monsterous groan, he buried his candle as deep as his body could go, stretching the cheshire's womb to the maximum, and he shot his hot load into her once more. Carolina was violently quivering all over from the amount of pleasure that pulsed in her body, and whatever cream she had plugged inside just exploded as too much came in.
Patrick didn't finish there. Still raring to let loose again, he pulled out, watched a thick white river gush out from Carolina's belly, and he stood up to shove his candle into Nimitz's mouth, "I know you hate me, Nimitz, but I want to show you the joy of being in love. So please take all of my seeds and become a new person!" he whispered, knowing she can't hear him. He then shoved himself deep into her throat, the holographic dark magic taking it and even squeezing onto his buttocks. Unlike before, she was really into it, maybe it was because Carolina fired up her loins and hormones so she can't think any more. it didn't matter, so long as they body felt good, he was glad.
"I'm going to melt, right inside your mouth. I want to make you my lover too," he smiled and ran his hand into Nimitz's hair, who held up her hand to touch his, "I'll take care of you like Arizona and Kitty, don't worry." Somehow hearing his desires, the once prideful Dark mage broke down and nodded, accepting Patrick's words. He then roughed up her mouth until she was making suppressed gagging noises in her other side, and he sprung his last load into her throat.
"NIMITZ!" he screamed, jabbing his candle into her hot mouth and filling her with every ounce of hot cream he could manage. Nimitz went limp, hanging from just the the boy's hands gripping her head. She submit and drank the hot cream that was now flowing down her throat from the dream world and into the real world. She dangled by the head, eyes filled with joyful tears and she swallowed all of Patrick inside of her belly. The boy pulled out, splashing the rest of his white colors all over Nimitz's face. He knelt down to kiss her forehead, who the girl was still in a hot daze.
"I love you too, Nimitz. So be a good girl and listen to Arizona. And don't hurt Kitty, understood?" Patrick said, again knowing she can't hear him. Once again, he was surprised to see her nod. The boy rested her, to ly across the desk and she passed out with a happy smile while her face covered in his semen.
Carolina was an even bigger mess, her legs dangling over the desk with thick white fluids flooding out from her small love canal. "Patrick... Patrick so good. Hot, love, you" and she passed out. The boy nodded, taking in his handiwork in breaking two girls in the same dream. Right before he felt like he was going to wake up from his dream, he rubbed his candle in front of Carolina's face and splashed a bit of his cream onto her. It made her have a foolish smile as her tongue wearily licked it off her lips. "You belong to me now. I look forward to being with you again." Patrick said and he curled up next to his girls and slept again.
Patrick really woke up this time and he found himself back in his room. That was weird, he thought. He remembered rescuing this enslaved Weresheep and having lots of romp in the sack in the park. How did he end up here. He tried to remember, but something kept bothering him that made his loins burn up. He looked down, seeing the blankets move!
"What? Hey!" he called out and flipped over the covers to see that familiar Weresheep Bell, suckling on his manhood. "Oh it's your. How did we get here?" She giggled as she vacuumed his length inside of her mouth as if drinking from a soda cup through a straw, "No remember," she laughed in broken English, "You woke up, rape me, and carried me here. Rape me more. Then snoozed. Love it!" She said with a grin and started to bury his rod into her mouth. Patrick convulsed violently, his candle still sensitive from giving Carolina a vicious loving in his dreams.
"Didn't you have enough from last night and this morning before I fell asleep again?" Patrick wondered with a half-grin. The Weresheep coyly shook her head and shoved his candle deep into his throat. "Then I guess I'll have to take good care of you then." Patrick held his urge to laugh as he grabbed Bell by the horns and forced her down to take in all of his candle and deeper into her throat. He blasted his cream inside of her, making her eyes roll in ecstacy. Now giving her a break, he pulled her out, threw her down on the bed, and mounted her with his candle and just pummeled the daylights out of her. "PATRICK! CRUSHING ME! LOVE IT!" "TAKE IT! BE A GOOD GIRL AND BE MY PLAYTHING!" The boy didn't know what he was saying as he was still woozy from his dream with Carolina, but luckily Bell loved it with her tongue handing out in joy. So they had lots of sex afterwards until their hips went numb.
Making up for lost time, Patrick had a chance to enter his name and registry with the Adventurer's guild hall in the town. He even made a class for himself, as Ranger as he felt better in shooting things. He grew up with his grandpa who used to fight in both world wars before retiring. He had plenty of chances to learn to shoot a rifle hunting for ducks for dinner so he knew how to hold a gun when needed. The crossbow he got at the auction seemed to fit him perfectly as it was shaped more like a military rifle with crossbow mechanisms. It will do for his adventure.
"Okay Bell, do you have your license with you?" Patrick ask, turning to the Weresheep who was wearing a full body cloak over her head and frame. At the same time Patrick was able to register Bell to act as a Mage. He felt like it would be best to have a partner and he can't keep her cooped up in the room. Neither did he want anyone who survived the auction fire to recognize her, so he thought giving her a mage like robe and carry a fake stick would do it. "Patrick, no know magic." She said, a little worried. "It's alright. I read up on your profile. You wool has a special powder that could make people sleepy, so we'll pretend you're really good at sleep magic, okay?"
Bell nodded and smiled, hugging him close. Just in case, Patrick was able to 'borrow' another shirt for himself, a long-sleeve tunic. As much as he loved to touch Bell's skin, he can't afford to get affected by her sleep magic and rape her again. He spent the last 5 hours in their room to tame the girl, and she was good to last for several days before she craved for love again. She hoped she wouldn't change her mind, however.
"Alright, so let's take care of this first quest, it should be simple since we're new," Patrick said. He held onto the piece of paper that was written with his mission. He was instructed to find a missing adventurer who left his morning but never came back. His last quest was to capture alive this harpy girl that was terrorizing the town. Patrick wasn't sure, but if he was able to capture this girl, he would earn 9000 gold pieces. "Wow, that's a lot of money. But does this mean that no one has captured it so they hiked up the prices?" Again, Bell shrugged as she didn't understand this type of thing and Patrick didn't blame her. With some fingerless gloves he got for free from the adventuring guild, he held her hand and journeyed into the forest.
The boy and weresheeped travelled for hours, following the trail they noticed that was upturned. Some branches and bushes looked shredded, as if cut up with a sword because it was in the way. They also followed the tracks of footsteps until they came across a clearing. "Bell, don't look!" Patrick called out as he saw a withered corpse on the road. He covered the weresheep's eyes who clung close to him in fear and he examined the husk. It looked like the adventurer the office was talking about as he had the same fingerless gloves too, Patrick noticed. His armor was in one piece, but his skin was all emaciated and dried up. Also, the hip area look shattered, he felt bad for this man. Maybe not, as he saw this happy look on his dried face.
"Wonder who did this to him? Could it be the Harpy?" He gulped a bit. In the encyclopedia, he read the part where not all mosnter girls are kind to human when raping them. They would suck up their energy and leave behind a withered husk, like this adventurer. Now that he brought it up, he saw something wilting in the open over the man's broken pelvis. He'll pretend he didn't know what it was.
"Aagh. Aaah." breathed a small sound and Patrick crouched into a battle stance, crossbow out. He gestured for Bell to get behind him as he tracked the voice. He slowly crept up to a bush, checked his weapon was fully armed, and he sprung through the bushes, "DON'T MOVE!" he called out, but so no enemies in sight. Instead, he saw a girl with green robes fallen across the ground, "Oh! Are you hurt, let me help you!" Patrick ran over to turn the girl around, "Don't worry, I know first aid!" When he did, he was shocked to see her not wearing a green feathered robe, but her arms were actual bird wings. It was a bird woman, he realized, and she was a thunderbid based on his book!
"Wait, are you the harpy that the guy was after? What happened?" he wondered. Whoever did in the adventurer he found must have been super strong to smash even his pelvis bone in, but this Thunderbird look like she was going to vomit. Actually, she did vomit, only everything that came out was pitch black like oil. "Oh shit are you poisoned?" He then recalled seeing arrows scattered on the ground, some poor raccoon lying dead next to it with its tongue touching the tip as if mistaking it for sugary syrup. "Bell, quick come over here!"
"Yes!" Bell cried out and stumbled out of the forest. She knelt down next to Patrick who began to forage within a nearby shrub, "Use your sleep wool to put her out. If she fall asleep her blood flow will slow down." Bell didn't understand what he said, but she trusted him and hugged the unconscious thunder bird with her arms. Her wool soon absorbed into the girl's skin and she was now in a daze as if under anaesthesia. Patrick was looking for some plants that could help to eject the poison, something his mother tought him during a camping trip. He remember his uncle getting bitten by a poisonous snake, but he was able to survive by extracing the venom with some concentrated toxin from plants like a magnet. Since this world was different, he can't find any that reversed it, but found something that could eject it from her system as if a withdrawal effect.
The problem was it had to be taken orally. "No time to worry about it" Patrick said and he stuffed in the poisonous plants into his mouth. It sounded stupid, yeah, but if he was quick and didn't swallow he could quickly mash up the plants into a wet paste. A mortar and pestal would be great but he didn't have that. Once he believed the paste to be fine enough, he came over to the thunderbird, wiped her mouth, and connected his lips to her. She woke up, still dazed from the wool anaesthesia, to see Patrick kissing her. She wanted to resist but her obsidian feet could barely twitch.
She felt him using his tongue to push the plant paste into her mouth. Now that he chewed it up and uses his own saliva to neutralize the basic toxins, it was safe to ingest for her. As a monster girl she had a stronger gut for natural toxins, but things like manmade poison was beyond her. She swallowed it, as if drinking something creamy, and slowly her pain started to relieve.
Before she knew it, it all came back up and she vomitted once more. Bell panicked and let her go, to let her roll over and throw up. Patrick rubbed her back, making sure she ejected every ounce of poison from her system. The plant helped to collected all the poison in her blood right into her stomach and since it was a foreign substance she would push it out of her gut. It was painful, but effective and by the time she stopped vomitting she didn't have any more cramps or chills like most people ingesting poison would feel.
"Bell, we'll set up camp here for the night. It's too late for us to bring her back with us. Also, getting her captured like this isn't a good idea. We'll think of something in the morning." Patrick said, with Bell nodding in agreement. The two worked together to make a small fire with some wood and flint, and it was soon dusk, and then night. The two took turns watching over the sleeping Thunderbird as she recuperated, to ensure she lived through her small fever. Patrick kept adding cold water from his canteen to a towel he placed on her head, to help break her fever. Every now and then, the thunderbird would wake up to see Patrick, watching him smile as he nursed her. She never fully awakened, and Bell got too tired from all the running around so she accidentally fell asleep. Patrick too was weary, as the plant he chewed had a side effect of making people drowsy. So he fell asleep too.
Patrick jumped awake when something fell on his lap. He thought Bell wanted to drink his semen again, but didn't saw a head on his waist, but a girl's fine body. He looked up, seeing the Thunderbird all healed. "Oh hey. You're feeling better. Does it hurt anywhere else?" Patrick asked.
"Huff," the Thunderbird responded and she glared at him. Patrick didn't dare move and kept his hands up so she could see them not reaching for his dagger or crossbow. She was sitting on his waist, and Bell was asleep, so he was completely defenseless, "Better?" he tried again, but she just said 'huff' again.
When Patrick was about to try something different, this girl stood back up. She flexed her large emerald wings, lined with citrine yellow and she stretched them wide. She stretched her body as well to loosen the soar muscles and shrugged off her sleep. The Thunderbird stared at him, not sure if she disliked him or liked him. All she did was reach out with her bird feet and step on Patrick's crotch. "Oh!"
It didn't hurt. On the contrary, he felt like a hand was massaging his member. He was surprised to see the Thunderbird using her feet to please him? "Are you sure about this?" he asked once more. "Huff" was all she said and pressed harder. He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, and her feet were so soft that he almost exploded in his own pants. He gestured for her to hold back, that he was about to climax and she stopped. Standing in front of him before the flames, her beautiful silhouette framed her curves wonderfully like a work of art. Patrick waited for her next move, afraid she might smash in his pelvis like that poor adventurer.
Instead, she let out a sigh and dropped to her knees. She carefully turned around to show Patrick her small and perky buttock, completely doubled over to keep her head and shoulders across the dirt. With her wings, she held them back like hands to grab one of her cheeks, stretching a tight hole in her rear end.
Patrick gulped and he knew why. In the book, he skimmed the chapters on harpies and there was a excerpt about something called Thunderbirds. They were mighty winged maidens who ruled the skies with their thunder powers. They love to rape men until they were dry and were much like warrior birds. Somewhere in the text, they are mentioned to have a higher form of intelligence where they form an organized tribal community with their own traditions. Once recurring trait was that whenever they were defeated in combat, they would show their absolute submission to the victor, but letting them do them in the ass.
That is why Patrick gulped as he stared at her perky buttocks and the tight hole she was showing him. Did this mean he defeated her in a fair fight, but he never fought her before. "Poison... lost. Huff" the Thunderbird spoke in a soft voice. He then remembered she barely died from the poison and Patrick saved her with his own antidote. It seemed his knowledge defeated her and she acknowledge that. That's why she's gesturing for him to take his prize.
"Alright, I accept," Patrick said. He unzipped his pants and knelted right behind the Thunderbird. He put his hot hands on her cold rump, which made her gasp from his touch. He rolled his palms around her soft flesh, making them shake and squeezing them. The Thunderbird turned red all over, panting her breath into the dirt. She was scared, she heard that submitting her body to the winner hurt like heck. She was honest, though, and she respected her traditions.
She decided to become his woman since he defeated her with a power that could destroy poison itself. She was willing to do that to honor her traditions. The Thunderbird shook her little butt at Patrick, restless from just his touches. He gulped, never having put his candle in a girl's ass before. He wondered how it felt like. "Okay, I'm going in now, hang on."
He noticed that the Thunderbird's lower lips were dripping, so he touched his candle over her juices. She gasped and he did the same. It was so slippery! It was like he was lubricating his candle for something and her flowing love juices seemed to do that. Felt like sun lotion, slippery and stuff. He wondered if this will work, "Okay, in I go." he said. The second he touched his wet candle into her hole-Poof, it went in too easy.
"OOOOH!" he still felt her squeezing down on him, and the Thunderbird too was howling into the dirt, her screams muffled. It was so tight! Patrick never felt anything like this! being in a girl's mouth was great! Being in a love canal was hot and steamy! But the ass, tight as heck and strangling his candle. The Thunderbird was moaning into her wings, her legs fidgeting as she was getting used to being spread open. Even with the lubricant, she still felt his girth stretching her and it drove her crazy. "I-I'll make you feel good! Promise!" Patrick uttered and he moved.
He easily slipped in and out of her tight hole as if it were her moist womanhood. He still felt the tightness constrict his candle and it felt great! He pushed in then out, in then out, slowly and carefully. The Thunderbird went from 'oh my god there's a stick in my ass' to 'oh god, there's a hot candle burning up my ass'. Shivering to quivering, she felt happiness flow through every part of her body and wings. She never knew this submission after a defeat was this amazing. Maybe she should lose more often so this man could violate her rear entrance more. She could feel his rod pulsing with every slip inside other and she smiled. Seemed like this boy knew what he was doing.
The two exchanged glances, and Patrick smiled, "You're really cute" he said. 'Idiot, don't say that all of a sudden' the Thunderbird thought, before she bite her wing when Patrick thrust in super deep. He started to pump faster, swinging his hips harder. Soon, they were filled with sweat as they were about to climax from this strange love session. "I'm melting, I'm going to put my cream inside you ass!". Oh please fill me up from the bottom to the top, the Thunderbird screamed in her mind as the rock pulsed harder in her whole. Patrick grunted and he released his pent up seeds inside of her ass. She squealed like a bird in mating season and felt hot water trick down her innards, filling her up.
She bit her wing and her bird legs scratched the ground. Soon, she loved it so much her woman hood squirted her lover juice in a hot steaming arc. "You want more, don't you?" Patrick grinned. He suddenly picked her up, forcing her to stand up. He roughly held onto her wings and slammed his hips back up into her tail. "YIP!" she squeaked and felt him rape her ass even harder in this position. "Oh, it's so tight! I can keep feeling you all night if you want!"
The Thunderbird was happy, her teeth clenched with hearts in her eyes. Her body feathers ruffled with every slamming of Patrick's hips into her rear end, her buttocks pressed over and over. He soon plastered her with more of his colors, filling up her ass with hot milk and her tongue hung out with joy with glazed eyes. "How about this?"
Patrick noticed her body was super light, his guess her make up as a bird like creature. He suddenly hoisted her up off her feet, spreading her legs into a wide M, and he raped his candle right up her ass even more! Not caring if the sleeping Bell or any animal watching this in the night forest heard, the Thunderbird screamed a noise that was close to 'HECK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!'. She kept on squawking and moaning as Patrick kept dropping her body onto his candle in the air. She was so light, he thought, perfect for love carries like this. It also felt like he was using a tight toy to please himself so that was exciting. Without holding back, he kept filling her up with his cream, one rope after a time. No warning, no heads up, he just shot it inside of her whenever she can. She felt it filling up her wounding innards, heating her up from the inside out out. She felt heavy from all the love fluids filling her and the more the boy pumped his love, the more the thunderbird became a hot and happy mess. Almost like Carolina in his dreams he thought, he seemed to really like breaking his girls. He promised himsef to try and make Kitty or Arizona break when he gets back.
"My name is Patrick, and you belong to me now, my dear Aquila," Patrick smiled. He seemed to be used to having fun with his monster girls, as he was able to keep himself standing despite releasing so many times in one day (and dream). He wondered if it was Arizona's milk in him that kept him going, but he knew the girls and him all enjoy their love sessions. With one last thrust, he purged his seeds right up into the Thunderbird Aquila, thoroughly claiming her as his own. She let out a high pitched squeal with her eyes rolled, tongue out, and her womanhood burst a stream of her love juices and into the open fire. It looked like she was peeing, but made Patrick hard again. He gave mercy for Aquila and called it a night, putting her down onto the ground to curl up unconscious. Since she was cute, he ended up keeping his candle inside of her as he cuddled up and pulled some blankets over their body. He looked forward in introducing Bell and Aquilla to his wife and girlfriend back in the farm. Maybe Nimitz would be okay with him now.
Wow, two new monster girls and it's all thanks to mslmob12! The next chapter is going to take place back in the farm with a new surprise! Hope you guys can hold your breath long enough, see ya mates!