Vile – Chapter 8 – Dominance

Vigorous grunting carried throughout the clearing, dust rushing from the shifting heap with each thrust of Bloodhound’s hips, his engorged member stretching the heated entrance as he drove full force into the swollen vulva. Sensual hands masterfully graced the brawny contours of the masked man’s flexing muscles as he furiously pounded into their owner’s depths, tauntingly scraping her nails along his sweaty flesh. Pulling back, his thick shaft sliding out just to the base of the head and taking Madre’s thick juices with it, the man with a canine’s name lifted the dark skinned goddess’ legs up over his shoulders and immediately began to drill his cock deeper than before. Madre moaned as she felt the swollen meat press against her g-spot, its pulsing girth spreading her labia as they hungrily devoured its length; her plump ass glistened with her own lubrication as Bloodhound’s sack slapped against the cheeks like a weighted anchor. A massive pair of breasts bounced so intensely that milk trickled from the stimulated nipples as the silver haired woman’s lover fucked her like a wild animal, her senses entranced with rapture, her heavy panting masked by her gasps of pleasure. “Y-you could become a favorite of m-mine, my dar-ling…” Madre wrapped her arms around the back of Bloodhound’s neck, her shaded eyes gazed longingly into the slits of her powerful mate’s mask, as if looking directly into his soul. Internal flame overtook their bodies with blinding intensity, and from the mother of lust’s thick lips escaped a shriek of bliss; “…Breed with me, you fertile beast… give me your seed!” Her words were like a spell, unseen hands seductively gracing the peak of his every nerve and drawing the man’s virility to its limits; Bloodhound gasped from deep within his very soul and his mind went blank as thick strands erupted from his cock to coat Madre’s cervix, the pool of cum overflowing and pouring from the voluptuous woman’s pussy.

The two of them laid against the dust of the heap, Bloodhound’s chest panting hard against the milky cushion of Madre’s breast as his seed pulsed from the freshly fucked hole. Tracing idle patterns along her mate’s side with her fingernails, the silver haired woman’s body still shivering from her lingering orgasm and the warm fluid within her, she spoke with a gentle and deeply satisfied tone; “…You, my dear… I am certainly going to keep.” “Keep…?” Bloodhound snickered at the word, thinking little of her intention behind it; Madre smirked, “All I mean is that there is no need for you and your little Bird to fly off any time soon.” The voluptuous woman gestured towards a cute brunette just a few feet down, her back firmly planted in the dust as her perky breasts were suckled upon by Furore’s eager lips. Bloodhound watched his partner, her flush body shivering at the raven haired girl’s touch, each of them exploring the other’s body with their hands in an intimate dance; any reason to leave grew ever more faded with time to the both of them. “…It’s been a while since they left… Longer since we saw those back where we started.” Madre chuckled faintly behind her mask, her fingertips ever so gently gracing the plating of Bloodhound’s jaw to direct his eyes to her, “Your Ox and Rhino are there, I am quite sure. All has been restored… Tell me, my dear… Have you any greater bond with those whom you have no name for than myself and those who reside her?” Her tender hands caressed his now relaxing muscles, finger tips twirling in the thick hair of his chest. The man pondered a moment, his own protest having mostly become formality at this point in the first place, now further pushed aside with words he found almost instinctually logical; he nodded, his buxom lover sighing in satisfaction at his compliance.

Bird gasped gently, her breath faltering with her body’s trembles at Furore’s tender massage against her reddened mound. The two young women teased and tempted one another with a new found sensuality, their former hostilities all but forgotten, the cause entirely lost in the brunette’s mind; all that mattered now was bliss, and the passion her new family shared with her. Clasping black hair firmly in hand, Bird tugged the slender figure of her lady lover into a heated kiss, the wild girl’s lips returning every ounce of desire in complete obedience to Bird’s dominance. Furore’s fingers parted the petite brunette’s swollen vulva, a single digit slipping along the pink lips of the interior before teasing the clitoris, her mouth sucking in her lover’s gasps without breaking the kiss. A pair of perky breasts pressed against their owner’s rib cage as a wild girl’s own applied pressure, the smooth surface of their flat stomachs fitting together with perfect unity. Soon two fingers dove deep into Bird’s womanhood as two others massaged the exterior mound, the brunette’s own hands exploring the tight curvature of Furore’s ass and giving it a swift smack. The smell of sex filled the air as Bird lost herself in the raven haired girl’s allure, her mind absorbed by the utter bliss she experienced now and had experienced since her arrival; a place once so imposing had now become a place she never wished to live. In all of her memories the brunette who had once been so timid had never experienced wonders like this, her body had never felt so good, and her desires had never been so fulfilled.

“S-so Big Guy, uh… this might sound kinda strange b-but… do you remember your name?” The frail man’s stammering voice irritated Ox on an almost subconscious level, “Ain’t nobody been able to that I’ve talked to.” The coward paused for a moment at the large man’s almost dismissive tone, but the silence had been getting to him, “So then…