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Click hereAll too-soon he felt a draft as his shirt fell away in several pieces. He couldn't resist voicing his immediate thought.
"I'll run out of clothes at this rate."
"I'll sew them up," Taki countered smoothly, "it's not all that different from stitching a wound. Now shut up, this is a sacred ritual."
Shut up he did, remaining utterly still as Taki continued to undress him, her own skin-tight armor slowly receding in turn. He was in awe at the beauty of her body, her movements, her eyes, all basking in the rays of the moon and star light.
Now naked, their dance moved to its next phase, the ancient dance that all monster girls were masters at. Taki twisted and contorted erotically as she pushed him down onto the soft grass, straddling him smoothly. Quickly brought inside her, Carter's erection was subjected to a storm of sensations, the movements of Taki's talented vagina intensified by the dancing, gyrating motions of her torso and hips.
Before long he was moaning as he came buckets inside her ravenous core. He knew well enough by now this was only the beginning, Taki gripping his shoulders and grinding her hips against his, rocking and bucking, keeping him hard, her breath heavy with lust.
Again and again they both came, ever more wildly lost in the frenetic pleasure. They rolled about in the grass, reveling in how it caused their joined parts to pulse with different pleasures, although Taki always ended up back on top of him.
They went on and on until finally the dance reached it's literal and metaphorical climax, the throes of orgasm rocking both their bodies a final time, long hard and intoxicating in its pleasure.
Carter was exhausted and even Taki looked a bit worn out. At least he hadn't passed out this time. He looked up at her face, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy as she gazed down at him, her usually somehow-perfect hair mussed-up.
"I love you."
It had come out spontaneously, and he loved how the words sounded on his lips, as well as how Taki's breath hitched when he said it.
Her passions clearly cooling, her blissful expression rapidly hardened. Still, a peaceful, satisfied look briefly flashed in her eyes, accompanied by the smallest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen. No further words were needed.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing for her, she laid down next to him and rested her head in the crook of his neck, let out a short, pleasured sigh, and shut her eyes in sleep.
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The End
Great story
I think a sequel where Carter also learns to fight or do magic would be lovely
Great srory idea! Sorry, I couldn't past page 5. I'm not sure what was missing on P5 (I know, that's no help to you). But my interest just colapsed there. Up till then it was a great story and well written.
Hi Perentie. Great story. I have read a lot in my life, ever since I was taught how to make sense out of those characters printed on a page.
I have never stopped reading everything I could get my hands on. The only texts I don’t care much for are tax forms or financial documents (sooo infinitesimally booooring, pffft).
Well anyway. I love reading Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror stories; in this precise order.
I used to read a lot of Marvel comics when I was a teenager. This story enabled me to dream away like I used to with those comics, because your described the action and interactions so vividly, that I could see it happening before me. I loved it 😊.
Like an animated episode of The Avengers or Fantastic Four on the television.
I am going to checkout your other stories, greetings.
NovaM
Yet another story about a weakling. And an idiot to boot. I just stand here so this stranger can take me. Taki would have been better off to ate him in the beginning. He was slave to criminal organization but he didn’t learn how to fight just a little? Not worthy. Causes trouble
How can something so strange be so beautiful? Love, can be so strong, so overwhelming, yet soft and warm.