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Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-13-2014
<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar]His spine cracked like a walnut.
Chance was admittedly surprised when the bones splintered and the joints dislocated in a series of messy pops, echoing through their alleyway like there were firecrackers being set off. For barely a second, the sound covered the droning of his screams. Her heel continued to grind down in a repetitive twisting motion long after he stopped making noise, out of spite, making it seem as though she had aimed to get the message across to whatever recently released wraith was still levitating around the body. Chance didn't bother to eat him. She didn't even want to look down, instead stretching stunted and hideous wings under layers of glamour, her bloody foot shaking absently to remove the larger chunks of gore from the tread of her pump.
Ash was flicked towards the corpse, smoke rising in jagged trails upwards, fidgeting fingers bobbing the filter every which way within their hold. Multicolored irises swirled like whirlpools of madness, void of discernible emotion. All that remained was something primal. Human tongue had no word to describe what sort of feeling sentient beings experienced in her presence, but it was considered by her kind to be the most heinous of sins. Chance was never to return to Arcadia, nor did she have any real friend within the council. All the abomination could boast was a name she didn't bother to associate herself with, and a lineage she had gladly populated without the permission of her elders.
Again, the skeletal wings shifted to move, and idly, the creature brushed their paper thin membranes with the tip of a singular nail.
Even when the beast was ripped apart and cast back into the abyss as spectral waste, her progeny would continue spreading her likeness across this world and the next. What a fitting way to say fuck you. Perfectly neat Chiclet teeth were bared for a smile, and strangely, it was an attractive sight. Far more attractive than it should have been, though as the Fae often swore, even the ugliest of their kind trumped every beautiful face humanity threw into the cosmos. Ugly, pathetic things.
At a mere 6'1", Chance Arden was only intimidating to those inferior to herself. Of course, that number was proven larger than one would expect as often as she found herself making enemies. With a knack for running her mouth, fucking anyone remotely attractive, and destroying whatever made her angry in blind rages, there wasn't much to like about the woman. An hourglass figure and fuck-me stares only worked so long as she remained seemingly harmless, and despite finding it otherwise pointless, she kept her glamour up to ensure no one saw the grotesque appendages hanging from her back. They also needn't bare witness to the swirling miasma of obtenebration, which bubbled and slurped around her lower half, whipping it's serpentine appendages like tar blasted tentacles, hissing and sightless features snapping in every direction.
One would find it rather hard to count every head controlled by the alien parasite in contract with this Fae, but it could be done. There was an end to the amount of souls one could consume in any given amount of time as there was an end to the amount of living things in the woman's vicinity. Hers was a collection built over centuries of tried and true methods. If there was a food chain to follow, Chance was an apex predator who fed solely on humanity. The pinnacle of achievement, she was a creature mutated and evolved, yet nothing more than a host body. Her potential was limitless elsewhere, but in the company of the mortal realm's populace, it remained dulled.
A weapon forgotten; hidden behind platinum blonde hair, perfect tits, and promising curves. A waste.
When finished with her cigarette, it was discarded nonchalantly, left smoldering in the dead man's hair so the entire street would soon catch wind of that pungent odor. Burning hair, burning skin - anything on fire made Chance Vereaux nervous. Chance Arden, however, feared no man or god or breathing beast. Certainly not fire. As her wicked irises could attest, what passed for life in the woman was not comparable to humanity. As the quote went, 'Our Gods swallowed yours long before your race was conceived'.
Glancing up through the cloud coverage, it looked like it would rain. Pity. She didn't have an umbrella on her. Heels hard on the concrete, she crossed the street with a hustle and a scanning sweep of the street, hoping she could still make it downtown before anything exciting happened.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-14-2014
Roaming places like this one held its own risks. The risk of being seen, for one, was always high, and while the reward was great, so too was the punishment for getting caught. After all, his kin might be vicious, maneating beasts, but that hardly compared to the organised, cold, and inexorable hostility of man. But perhaps that's a cliche. Humans have, at least recently, been working hard to be more understanding of that which they didn't understand.
It brought a smile to blood-caked lips even as he gorged himself. But it was time to go. The night was still young, and this meal was beginning to bore him. He rose from the horse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and turning to face the exit from the small stable. It was where they kept the horses for the carriage rides that toured the town. He'd left them a small surprise. Heavy feet carried him forward and out into the beginnings of a night rain, bare feet pounding on asphalt as he moved quickly and quietly along the streets. It was enough to know that the streets were close to empty this time of night, but it was also a pleasantry to know that the few who were out and about were generally looking for a good time, and easy pickings for a ferocious fuck and a well-earned dinner.
His body was broad of chest and absolutely packed with muscle, each inch of skin straining to contain the sinew and ichor that flowed through his hot veins. His relatively thin waist housed the beginnings of powerful legs, which looked almost as though they should be unable to support his immense weight as he careened between alleyways, using powerful hands to maintain his balance as he rounded corners or took a straightaway on all fours. It was a silent process, but any onlooker may not be able to conceive of how it could be, his great size giving no indication to the stealth he was capable of. But then, humans always seemed to forget that the largest carnivores employed ambush tactics. His face was not particularly attractive, maybe, his nose just a touch larger than perhaps it should have been, and his teeth full of jagged and pointed teeth designed for ripping apart flesh and keeping any bits still wriggling from escaping. His hair hung around his neck like a mane, a glossy shade of of black that practically glowed under the moon, and with each loping step, it was yanked back by the wind, out of his face, to reveal a pair soft blue eyes, with nothing but murderous and lecherous intent buried beneath those tiny pools.
The type of eyes which burned themselves into your memory as the hulking beast above you abused your body, took a chunk of you for a snack, and left you weeping, bleeding, and covered in fluids, to be run down in the street come the morning rush or careless driver. Boukh was the type to do it. Hell, he'd done it before without a second thought, and as he rounded another corner to find himself watching a buxom blonde walking away from him in the distance, he figured he'd try it again. He made no move to slow his approach, continuing his bounding stride as he hurtled toward her, muscle rippling and asphalt barely able to whisper as his form nearly flew over it, foot over foot, knuckle over knuckle. He was nude, as he usually was, and as he ran, his hanging member dragged across the asphalt, the flesh tearing only to be regenerated moments later.
If such a thing existed as an unstoppable force, it was Boukh Horse-Eater, and as his mouth stretched into a grin, and he got close enough for her to hear the sound of his motions across the street, he figured tonight would be something of a novelty for him. He would play with this one.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-14-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Chance Arden had seen many things. She walked the forgotten steps of dead empires, a goddess in the flesh. She had bore witness to the first flames rising from Olympus, and she had stalked Jaguar warriors though the dense foliage of the Amazon. From Kyoto to to Moscow, Boston to Buenes Aires, Chance had been trotting the globe in search of a darkness more profound than her own. As unfortunate as this search effort had been, there was always some sick game afoot involving the Fae monstrosity, twisted and changing like the labyrinthine channels of her native Hedge. Troy by fire, and Sodom by divine intervention, but somehow, a creature so malignant had been capable of gliding through the aeons without any regard for her safety. It was rarely in question.
So rarely, in fact, she didn't catch the first signs of trouble brewing. Pace eased when she was out of the rain, the cascading sheets of cold, miserable water doing a number on her designer wardrobe. Even if it barely managed to cover those sculpted curves, the dress ran her as much as a new midsize sedan. Lush lips pursed, luminous azure orbs settling on her figure as her hands ran along the fabric in hopes of salvaging what remained. Palms glided over the tone of her stomach, rough to tighten the slack and draw even more attention to a well endowed bust, though she was well aware of her own attractive qualities. It was the unseen additions that drove away the gifted, their true sight cutting through heavy supernatural Glamour to peer at what the abyss had done. Chance exuded darkness unseen on this plain of existence, and it lashed and howled like serpentine guard dogs even if no one else was aware.
Their masses slipped between her thighs, slithering protective around their host as the presence of a stranger brought up their guard. Long lashes batted lazily as her vision rose to meet the figure, even when he was so well trained to sneak this far undetected. Their eyes would meet, and cold steely irises spun maniacally within the frame of her lids, threatening to draw in whoever stared too long into their vortex appearance.
"<font color="1979e6]Fuck off.[/font]"
Chance had never seen whatever this creature was, which said quite a lot about just what sort of fairy tale he had crawled out of. There were trolls where she came from, within the bounds of the hedge, but they were not so compact, and their intentions rarely involved someone her size. This was wasn't too large to be humanoid, but he towered over the 6 foot tall Fae, and it made her gaze heavy when it narrowed. Blood on his maw made her wonder just where he had been haunting before stalking her through the metropolis; whose blood did he wear? Practically shrugging, the woman proceeded to give him the cold shoulder, once again turning to continue her trek through the drenched city, hips a sensual sashay of attitude while the abyssal choir of tendrils danced around her heels.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-14-2014
Her display of indifference and dismissal was amusing, at the least. It was still amusing when Boukh closed the gap between them, lifted Chance off her feet, and carried her a few meters before pinning her beneath his weight, his breath hot against her skin and his face mere centimeters from hers. He grinned, then, showing off a few rows of razor teeth, and placed a heavy and calloused hand against her, pinning her with it as he began to squeeze. He was looking for the point where she couldn't quite breath, his intentions pure as stewing mud.
"Oh, I have other plans."
He chuckled darkly, his eyes locked on hers without fear or concern, despite his growing awareness that something about her wasn't quite human. Long as she couldn't fight back fiercely enough to hurt him severely, he had no objections to fucking fae. Boukh was, after all, nothing if not open to experimentation. That was part of how he'd gained his name, after all. Usually, trolls like him did not eat horses. They ate men and whatever they could find in their mountainous abodes. He chose a more urban setting, having moved from a rural one where he had gorged himself on farmyard animals and farmers. Indeed, Boukh was not without his own little legend, having carved himself a bloody path in the process of arriving in this pleasant little town. He was no slouch, certainly, and he kept at the top of his game.
He would not be overcome by one so incredibly frail as she. Especially not while well rested and with a partially filled stomach. He was in ideal form, and he had all night. So all he wanted to do right now was drag her back to his lair and make sure that she ate her words with a healthy dose of his cock. His grip around her body tightened, and he could feel her arms caught in his hand. It always surprised him just how large he was compared to most humans. He wasn't particularly tall, after all, but he was broad and his arms were very large. They gave him a surprising reach, and a lot of advantages insomuch as his hobbies were concerned. Deciding to take a chance and enjoy himself and his new prey, he leaned forward again, then took a deep draw through his nostrils, inhaling her scent deeply.
Oh this would be more fun than his usual evenings.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-15-2014
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]There was a level of self appreciation few would relate to, where one was so impossibly cocky, they failed to notice telltale signs of danger. Chance was blinded by that inflated ego of hers, actually chuckling as his thunderous steps closed the gap between them, and one massive fist crushed the circumference of her seemingly delicate person. "<font color="1979e6]You stupid piece of shit[/font]-" She chided, still chuckling to herself as the two rumbled along towards his destination, where she was unceremoniously pinned down to the floor of the alleyway. It was dark, relatively cramped considering the filthy beast controlling her's size, and it definitely ruined her dress as the material was mashed into the muck. This close, he could see what peculiar hues she wore, with their light source bright towards the troll's portrait. The pressure around her body increased, a violent show of dominance, but the Fae returned his sentiment with a hacking cough. Spitting the phlegm at the monster, her smile became a devilishly pleasant mockery of his attempts.
"<font color="1979e6]I bet you saw me and couldn't fucking wait to fuck me. You stupid waste of space, I swear I'm going to carve you a new fucking smile[/font]-" Suddenly, Chance was met with a very real pain incomparable to what his crushing digits around her middle did, and shrieked when the palm she had brought up to his face began to burn. There was no pain in the world quite like what she was experiencing, pleasurable like the sleep before overdoing, but debilitating to her kind. Chance grit her jaw and growled a reverberating warning to the male, teeth no longer used in a human fashion, but instead as a predatory display to intimidate him. Unfortunately for the buxom beauty, she was not meant to be intimidating, despite her capabilities. Sex on heels, sure, but not intimidating. That was supposed to be Loe's job.
"<font color="1979e6]Get. Off. Me.[/font]" It came out as short, calmed spits of language, her teeth still a pearly, sealed barrier of determination. Whatever was in that genetic makeup of the stranger contained a truly toxic element, and though she had been given the opportunity to hightail it out of his vicinity earlier when he was first spotted, she hadn't. Mentally she streamed expletives like a sailor, running all the situations in her mind she'd like to happen, every one of which involved the troll suffering an agonizingly long and brutal torture at her hands. Not surprising, such thoughts were a turn on for the Fae, and her thighs rubbed idly without her notice. Lips finally sealing with a scowl, Chance again tried to push him away, this time ignoring the mixture of unholy searing sensations coursing through her finger tips and palm. Her throat opened for moans and screams in pseudo unison, each an enjoyable sounding noise in it's own right, if one were into that sort of thing.
Unintentionally, Chance attracted all the wrong sorts. This wasn't her first sticky situation to find a way out of, but it was unique in it's own right, meaning she would need to find an all new solution. Unexplored territory.
His features lowered inward to smell her, and she tried to snap her teeth at his cheek with vicious intent. "<font color="1979e6]Fucking dreadful mongrel![/font]" The vixen seethed, the glow of her sapphire oculars a beacon of vengeful rage. Slighted, she gave him no reprieve from verbal venom, taking out her frustrations the only way left to do so. As he took her scent, the seams of her outfit were beginning to tear, and with the stress of his grip around her hourglass figure, she doubted the dress would make it out of this alleyway in one piece. "<font color="1979e6]STUPID FUCKING CUNT![/font]"
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-15-2014
A raised eyebrow was all her reward for her words and her actions. The spittle was wiped from his face with the back of one colossal hand before she was, rather unceremoniously, lifted into the air to be inspected again. Her scent was not particularly noteworthy to the troll, though her words and her seething was certainly a pleasing change in attitude. She struck him as scared, more than anything else. He was certain it was the iron in his flesh that drove her to such rage, remnants of old battles with warriors. Flecks of the stuff was embedded in his flesh, then scarred over, and lost to his age. He was bulletproof now, in his mind, and his grin widened as he pressed her body against a building, loving the feeling of her flesh warping under his hand's force.
"You're absolutely right, you know. Initially, I had just spotted a particularly attractive piece of meat to fuck, but now... Well, things look like they might be different."
He pulled her free of the building, and started to drag her along behind him as he made his rapid and silent way back toward his lair, letting her only reprieve from simply being ground to dust on the asphalt be the distance the flesh of his hand put between the two of them. His sprinting was relentless, and on each forward bound, his grip tightened ferociously for just a moment, squeezing her just shy of bruising a rib as he carried forward. After all, he wanted her to feel as much of the pain of his cock rammed inside her as she was able. To experience having that part-iron rod embedded in her.
He licked his lips. It had been a long time since he'd had a fae. And as they got nearer and nearer his lair, a decomposing section of subway long out of use, and demolished, only accessible by a heavy door he'd fashioned out of debris, his grin continued to grow.
"I think you'll like my home. I think you'll appreciate my fondness for books as I warp your body and break your bones. For all your talk, you have no power with me. I will have my way with you, and then maybe you will live to see another of my violations. Maybe you'll be my dinner. But I assure you, I will make sure that whatever happens, you'll get to feel the iron in me more than you could possibly desire."
With another sinister chuckle, the troll ripped the door free of its position and threw her inside, no care whatsoever where she landed, pulling the door back into place behind him. The train station was an old one, the rails, frayed and destroyed by time and falling rocks, were in a haphazard mess in the main area, a junction just beyond the station. The walls of the junction were lined with crude bookcases lined with an assortment of books on varying subjects, and occasionally spattered in the blood of some unfortunate individual unlucky enough to find themself in the same position she was now in.
Boukh loomed over her as he moved forward to claim his prize, member already beginning to rise with the prospect of claiming her violently. Of inflicting some pain upon her. Between the mangled bodies of young men, women, and animals, and the gnarled piles of gore, it wasn't terribly difficult to conceive of what her fate was if she didn't escape this tomb. The concrete may not have been iron, but the rails sure were, as were parts of the rebar that jutted from the rubble that pretended to be a door, and the occasional crumbling sections of wall. It was a killing floor to fae, surely. But to the troll, it was bedroom, dining room, and bathroom, if the piles of filth hidden out of the way were any indication.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-15-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Of course she was right.
Ego aside, Chance was still one of the most stunning beasts to grace this shit hole city, and any fool would fawn in her presence as that was exactly what this physical shell was meant for. Attraction was the language she spoke, the air she expelled, the sound she made when pleasured or pained. Seduction was the act she had trained millennia for, with a list of partners from where they were to the city limits. This was not pride getting in the way; just a well known fact. It was driven home by the hundreds - no, thousands - of lovers she had taken in this shit hole of a town, and would continue to be supported through the tomes of time. Rare was there an example of the woman being this angry, but with her company, those angelic features donned a warped disguise of rage that didn't shift or falter the entire journey to his lair. His manhandling came only through sheer size, and if he was smaller, the cold iron would be something the Fae could ignore long enough to devour the monster. Now though, intact as Boukh was, there would be no possible way to lay waste to his bulk without him retaliating with the backing of that supplemental element in question.
A small issue for the time being. It would be worked around.
Chance played the part of damsel in distress, an actress in her private showing, with her guest of honor there to assist with props and location. Their journey ended in the dark of his lair, a detestable man made cavern where the transit system had once run, now converted into the troll's personal torture chamber. Dismembered bodies and carrion remains had been scattered across old train tracks, though were hardly attention worthy, given what she did with such things personally. His toss sent her skidding across the refuse, body relieved of his presence, but still becoming battered due to the impact. Chance rose on all fours when she was able, tasting blood across her tongue, which she spit in the troll's general direction. Another string of profanities followed suit, but they ended with a spiteful laugh. "<font color="1979e6]You live like vermin, you disgusting swine![/font]"
Rising to stand, Chance kicked away the pumps she had been wearing after noticing one heel had been snapped off during the trip. Her dress just barely survived. "<font color="1979e6]You think highly of your abilities. Warp me?[/font]" The illumination of those inhuman irises spun dangerously in the darkness. "<font color="1979e6]Do you know who I fucking am?[/font]" While the room was set up in a way that weakened Chance, she was by no means disabled. Maybe in this little dungeon of his, he was King, but that didn't at all interrupt the Fae's delusions of grandeur. If anything, her fear was only noticeable when he moved to touch her once again. This woman had watched Gods die and she couldn't overcome a bit of metal trapped in the body of a brute?
Pride had never been so prioritized - At least not in memory. Yet, Chance did something she couldn't believe she was capable of, and backed away. It was muscle memory - a learned response to distance herself from things she couldn't easily to overtake. Oblivious, Loe slept dormant in her core, and this massive polyp was only worsening her situation with the haste he moved, his eagerness palpable and revolting. Using the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth, she flashed a fake smile. "<font color="1979e6]Get bent[/font]..." All that backing up hadn't really helped, she realized when she found her figure bumping rear first against a bookshelf. She had walked herself into a corner and there was no more wiggle room to keep her captor at bay.
"<font color="1979e6]Dog[/font]." Ever defiant, Chance's glamoured body flattened into the furniture piece so it was braced, hands rising to try and fend off his much larger fists.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-15-2014
As she retreated, he advanced, eventually pinning her against the bookshelf and placing one hand across her upper body and neck and pinning her to the wall in that way as his other hand moved to rip the remnants of her clothes from her body. With her nude, he threw her to the floor with a swipe of his hand, then quickly moved to pin her to the ground, one hand wrestling her arms above her head as he used his other hand to maneuver her legs to either side of his kneeling form. In this position, she was fully exposed to him, and he grinned again, enjoying the view before he glanced back up to her.
"Do I know who you are? A better question, little one, is whether I care."
With that, he jammed a finger inside her, roughly, the digit easily surpassing a human's sex in size. If it weren't for her above average height, it may well have torn her, though the roughness of his skin, and the iron in his flesh may still have caused her plenty of agony.
He drank her pain like warm blood and bile.
His grip on her arms tightened, threatening to break bones if he so chose, and he began to move his digit slowly, intending to prepare her for his greater length, and also to see if he couldn't break her spirit and her will, in addition to her body.
"You see, you're at my mercy, little fae. You're out of your depth, and far too frail to handle a beast like me."
He chuckled, giving her a rough jab with the finger buried in her depths. It had been so long since he'd had a chance to bury himself so deeply in a warm body, and while he could have taken a horse if he'd chosen to, he found they were too noisy. Too angry. He didn't have the patience to deal with moving them all the way back to his base, when he could much more easily just drag a little human woman back and enjoy her screams and begging instead. That this one was fighting so ferociously against him made his cock twitch in anticipation, excited to destroy her bodily integrity with its sheer size.
She would rot in his stomach.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-17-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]The only noise Chance Arden made was forced from her when she hit the bookcase, her body rocking the piece of furniture before it was dragged away, only to be tossed down onto the cement. That long, beautiful hair of hers seemed to stand out against the grime. Her angelic features reflected her anger for as long as they could, but when the troll had separated her thighs with nude legs of his, she howled and thrashed to try and get away. "<font color="1979e6]FUCK YOU! YOU STUPID FUCKING TRASH HEAP KING! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOOOOU[/font]-" His message hadn't been an important detail, but the massive finger spreading her netherlips was. Yanking hard, Chance desperately tried to break from the blistering grasp at her wrists, but couldn't manage the strength to do so. As the digit entered her, the walls of her inner sex undulated and spasmed, wrapped seal tight against his course skin. Tears were dotting her lashes by the time she silenced herself, biting down into her bottom lip so rough, she could taste the blood during her silent wracking sobs.
Hips jerked when he forced the digit deeper into her cunt, using his size to ensure she didn't kick him away. The Fae's spine arced into the floor as a reaction, her noises still muffled and weak behind where she kept her mouth forcibly shut, though her eyes remained luminous, fixed on where he was shoving his finger into a hole much too small for him. There was no mercy in the act, nor any clear sign he would be satisfied just pressing his fingertips along the constricting flesh of her womanhood. Maybe it was in that desperation Chance looked so profoundly attractive, all splayed and shivering, the pain mixed with something very similar to pleasure. It was hidden beneath the ebb of the allergy, a natural revulsion for the metal the creature harbored, and it was that very element that kept her from getting away.
Trapped, she was just another toy to be played with. A butterfly for the collection, pinned and mounted. Chance shivered with another rise of her hips and dug her heels into the floor to try and squirm away from the invasive appendage, though the more he pumped the finger between her folds, the wetter she got. It became easier with each shove, stretching her petite figure to fit the width of it. That didn't make her hate him any less, however, and her eyes spoke volumes in that regard.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-17-2014
Her words had as much effect as they had before, his attention focused solely on his actions with his finger on her cunt. But she was getting moist, a feeling he remembered well from his other conquests. He gripped her wrists more tightly as he yanked his finger from her insides and stuck it in his mouth to enjoy her taste for a moment. Finished there, he grinned and lowered himself so his member rested against her entrance, then pounded his hips forward, burying his cock as deeply as he could in her cunt in one smooth motion. The move was certainly intended to test her limits. To see if he could break her physically with such a maneuver, and to simply enjoy the feeling of that impossibly tight sex wrapped around him. He wanted her to scream, to beg, and to cry. He wanted her body to demand release, both because of the intensity of his fucking, and because of the pain and stress her body was being forced to endure.
He began to thrust violently now, each forceful maneuver pushing her back into the ground, and into his hand. His cock was gnarled and warped inside her, misshapen and gnobbly. It was a disgusting thing, perhaps, to some, but its misshapen form would be sharp enough in her mind for her to make out every whorl, every twisted lump, and every little crease in the flesh as he slammed into her again and again. His grin was now slick with drool as he enjoyed himself with her body, basking in her expression and her sounds, the pain she undoubtedly felt. The knowledge that beneath her pain, or perhaps above it, she felt some degree of pleasure as he violated her so thoroughly.
She would be broken yet, left to be his toy, weak and unable to move, covered his his fluids. If she proved strong enough, he would break her bones and render her lame. Keep her here by force. Bind her in iron, even. The fae would be his now. From now until he was tired of her. Then, perhaps, she would be dinner. Or, if he felt charitable, he would release her. It was unlikely. When he was done with her cunt, he suspected he might break her jaw. Keep her quiet, despite how much he loved her screams, he loved the sounds people made when they couldn't get their flesh to obey their minds.
He chuckled darkly as he rammed her, placing his idle hand on her stomach to keep her body grinding into the dirt beneath him.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-18-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]It wasn't so much a moan Chance made as her sex was violated, but a throaty, threatening howl that echoed through the underground caverns. Inner walls continued to be stretched to fit the digit, it's penetrations giving her no option other than succumb to the foreign appendage spreading her taut womanhood. Her struggles had proven useless, even laughable, but her hips still tried to buck in attempts to remove the caustic finger and the metal it was embedded with. Head spun, a dizzying haze of thoughts dashed by the tendrils of pain every point of contact with the cold iron radiated, breaking her concentration before she even had an opportunity to ascertain the situation. The Fae met his hideous visage with her glowing eyes, their light a ray of spiteful rage, fixated on jutting maws and broad features with an intensity the Troll didn't deserve. Of all the demons and dark things she had taken to bed, one would think a Troll would be the least strange. Maybe the least destructive to her psyche.
Chance could feel herself working towards climax despite hating everything about Boukh, from his greasy raven hair to the way he refused to stop staring her down with oculars she had determined were as empty as his thick skull. Spitting again, her teeth clenched while wounded vocals continued sneaking through as pitiable intonations, steady to the rhythm of his pace. Peace only came when he pulled out and popped the finger in his mouth, though she knew it was a brief reprieve from what had actually been planned. Even if he was an archaic, savage beast, she was sure he could at least formulate simple plans to follow through with. Now, he was re-positioning, and his face spelled it out in detail.
"<font color="1979e6]DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE-![/font]" But he didn't listen to her bellowing, and before she could brace, a searing wash of white hot agony throttled her lower half. Where they were still captive, her hands clenched enough to force nails into their palms, the semicircle wounds drawing blood in the same fashion is misshapen cock had. By force he took her, pounding so hard that her body rocked beneath his, scraping nude and bare along the cement. It wasn't that Chance couldn't take the throbbing, hateful organ stretching her insides, but she didn't want to give him any satisfaction. None of this was earned, only taken by whatever advantage a troll possessed concerning their bodily integrity. If it had been anyone else, anything else, Chance would have the upper hand - but that was not the case with Boukh, and the spoiled Fae practically pouted internally.
Ample bosom bounced with each thundering blow of his hips against her own, pummeling the constricting entry around the girth of his organ. Again and again she was refitted, ensuring she always took every inch, even if it meant her shapely figure writhed in mock ecstasy with every warped convulsion. The allergen made her nauseous, light headed, and ultimately, madder than hell. Yet she moaned in the moment, be it from pain or from mounting build up of pleasure, though it wasn't unlikely to have been a mixture of the two sensations. His free hand found a place on her abdomen, and he was able to feel the tendons and inner muscles tightening in abused knots, desperately trying to push his cock back out of her body.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-19-2014
He may not have been the smartest of all the creatures in the world. He may not have been the most cunning, or the most guileful, but he was the one currently breaking this woman who claimed so much more power than he did. She demanded things of him as though she had the authority to do so, and so it was his response to destroy her, subjugate her, and break her down. Force her back into the small corners of his cave, cowering at his presence, and shuddering at the memory of this moment here.
His thrusts picked up the pace and the violence, each bringing him closer to his inevitable end. The respite she likely sought, however, was nowhere near, driven back by Boukh's rage and his stamina as he gripped her wrists tighter, pressed her stomach lower, and felt himself as he advanced and retreated within her. His grin widened, and he kept his eyes on hers, watching her face, studying her, and searching for any sign of the pain he was trying to give her. Her moans of pain and pleasure urged him on, and it wasn't long before he was burying himself within her for his final thrust for this first time, cock sending a torrent of seed deep into her cunt. More than enough to fill her, and even as he pulled out, the spunk followed shortly. His grip, however, did not loosen, nor did his hand on her stomach retreat. In fact, he simply drove back into her, harder even than before, and started a second round after his first, perhaps premature, release.
He was not done with her. No, he would finish with her when he had his fill, or when her body broke beneath his. When her stomach swelled, or her pelvis shattered. He would not end his rampage inside her until he felt it was sufficiently devastating. After all, Boukh Horse-Eater was fortunate enough to have iron in his flesh. To be partially composed of the very thing keeping this fae from outright killing him. And he knew this. He knew there was as much iron in his forearm as there was in his cock, too, and the thought of causing her that extra pain brought more drool from his mouth as he went wild atop her. He was enjoying himself, for sure. If he had the option, he might even keep her around if she proved durable enough to survive the ordeal of his 'love'making.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - Kat - 11-21-2014
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/CP6yqSw.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Their waists connected like the ends of a Chinese finger trap.
Chance wanted to gouge out his eyes and chew them as vigorously as he was plowing her. There was no sense of affection clouding her judgment, just carnal urges the beast tore from her with every swift moment. The pause in his pace was just enough to rip a series of growls from the Fae, guttural sounds that had no place vacating such a creature, but he continued and finished with an unceremonious spill of seed. Already having been violated, she didn't feel any more put off by the rush of spunk washing her insides, but she assumed he would get off of her afterwards. Only the Troll did no such thing. His hands still on her stomach, he returned to the previous pace with a bashing series of thrusts that shook her frame hard enough to jostle her breasts, nipples peaked and cheat heaving as she screamed her horrifying retorts. Everything about Chance was inhuman, from the glow of her gaze to the way her vocals distorted like a swaying wind chime. Their eyes had been locked for the majority of this encounter, but the hatred behind the stare didn't waver.
If anything, the horse eater earned a renewed hatred. A growing sensation that refused to remove itself, much like his cock didn't seem to want to vacate her body. The pain became secondary to the conditioned responses she gave, learned exclamations shared through every moan and cry, back arched roughly as a brace. She was going to kill him, she swore it. The Caetos would rend flesh from bone and soak in his iron tainted innards like it was a spa retreat. She didn't care if this was exciting or new or something out of the ordinary she could recall in years to come; no one took power from Chance and expected a pat on the back. Vengeance would come in time as it always had and always would - though not in this moment when his massive girth sent shivering waves of discomfort to the core.
Asphalt Jungle [The Monstrous x Kat] - bear - 11-28-2014
Boukh's second orgasm tore through him briefly, and he held still atop her for another moment as his member shot its spend inside her once more. With a low chuckle, he finally released her from his grip, rising back to his feet as his rod slipped out of her sex with a wet 'shluck,' loud in the cave. Finished, the troll grinned and turned away from her, content to make his way out to find more to eat, the shag having drained him of some of his usually boundless energy. As much as he had enjoyed ravaging her body, he would take a short break between bouts to eat before continuing with his spree.
It was a respite for both of them. Though for him, it held the promise of more pleasure following it, and depending on her, things would change afterward. She did, after all, get a chance to attempt an escape. The Horse-Eater didn't care one-way or another, and without another word, he started toward the cave's exit, prying apart the iron-riddled rubble that served as his entryway's barrier before stepping out into the cold night. He only had a few hours before dawn, which meant he would be finding his food elsewhere. A stray animal or something similar. If nothing was to be found, he would return to Chance. Perhaps take a leg or an arm for sustenance.
Either way, the troll was intent on his decision to leave Chance here, used and covered in his sweat, drool, and some small amount of his semen. Her clothes were in tatters, and her wrists were likely sore, but he was going to give her a chance to recover, for now. No sense in breaking her limbs if she could barely move, as he suspected was the case.