Futanarium 1: An Erotic Short Story Bundle (17 page)

When they finally moved from the altar some thirty minutes later, Kathryn was almost back to normal, other than the wide, long outline of Tamara’s cock. She was slowly lifted off of it, already feeling a tinge of sorrow. She realized the power of their bond, surprised that she could be so exhausted and still feel sadness simply because they were just that little bit less connected.

Even elven bodies need to recuperate though, and she knew that despite magically-aided regeneration, it would take time for her slender form and tight, firm little ass to return to their natural shapes. Tamara merely wanted to give her that time.

As Kathryn slowly separated herself from her sire, she set her legs down on the ground. She was prepared for weakness but not for the near total collapse she experienced, having to grab onto Tamara’s body to prevent her legs from crossing beneath her. From this vantage point, she also saw just how much of that thick, stranding cum had splurted from her and onto the champion’s pelvis, thighs and balls.

An idea struck her and the hand that held her up turned into a weak restraint. She could not actually hold Tamara down, but she could convey meaning. The Fae understood. Rather than get up, she simply sat on the edge of the altar. Kathryn let her legs give way, kneeling rather ungracefully in front of her sire and, she thought, her mistress.

When her tongue first made contact with the larger elf’s skin, she tasted salt. It had been an ordeal for both of them, leaving Tamara still tasting of sweat born from sweet conquest. Kathryn was too tired to smile at her onset of poetic thoughts, instead focusing what energy she had left on running her tongue over the huntress’ thigh.

Of course, what she was doing could not in be taken as a nonsexual gesture, but she imagined that it was, at least, not entirely sexual. To Kathryn, it was as much a sort of animalistic bonding ritual as anything else, even though she was licking the thick, rich strands of spunk off her sire. She was too absorbed in this line of thought, too exhausted from their previous bonding, to really consider her actions as inviting.

So for a good five minutes, they remained positioned like that, Kathryn slowly cleaning off Tamara’s lower body. When she finally believed herself done, she merely rested her head against the larger elf’s thigh, exhaling in tired satisfaction. For a few moments, they remained still like that, then the seamstress felt a gentle hand running over her cheek, fingers caressing up along her ear to lightly tug at the tip.

Kathryn smiled to herself, unsure of what exactly she was smiling over. There was the indescribable warm feeling that filled her, the realization that she had become something else and appreciated it, or the fact that, at least for this night, she did not feel ashamed of the desires she had had fulfilled.

The huntress’ other hand found the smaller elf’s body as well and, after a little manoeuvring, Kathryn was lifted off the ground and up into Tamara’s arms. They returned to the makeshift shelter and laid together. Satisfaction and budding infatuation can sometimes, even briefly, make even a bed of grass, dirt and branches seem inconsequential. For that night, Kathryn did not care. She fell asleep with a strong arm around her, and did not worry about what the future might bring.

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Other Works

If you enjoyed this book, you may enjoy some of these other Maria N. Lang titles:

Straight Titles:

Purity Taken (M/F, BDSM & Breeding Short Story)

Becoming His (M/F, BDSM Novella)

Transgender/Futanari Titles:

Brought Back (Futanari/F, BDSM Short Story)

Cheating in the Caribbean (Futanari/F, Cheating Short Story)

Solon's Maiden (Futanari/F, Abduction & Transformation Short Story)

A Different Prince Charming (Futanari/F, Dubious Consent Short Story)

Roguish Delight (Futanari/F, Impregnation Short Story)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblances to real persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.