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Hot piggy breath tickles against your cleavage, the greedy hog is practically drowning himself in the valley of your generous titflesh. That's not to say it's unpleasant, of course, even if you are getting a thick coat of greasy pig-drool. Vigorously his lips tug at your mounds, as if adoring your taste. But in his feeding frenzy, Gus upsets your balance, sending you both toppling to the ground.

As you land with a thud, Gus lands atop you, smashing you down heavily and leaving you gasping for breath. The needy Pig-man lets out a strange, chortling snort, it actually sounds like a laugh. But just as you open your mouth to express your anger, that thick tongue intrudes into your mouth once more, swirling about gleefully. It's tongue is no less foul tasting, but at least it's easier not to gag upon it as it wriggles against the entrance to your throat.

But this mission has a purpose, you need to get Gus inside of you to enslave him. Spreading your thighs wide, you all but invite the smelly beast-man to sample your velvet depths. As expected, it doesn't take long for him to accept your offer, and soon two pudgy hands are squeezing your hips, pulling you into position beneath him.

The first thing you notice is the heat, it's like a hot poker prodding against the tender lips of your sex. One the tip of his manhood is lined up just right, Gus gives a push, sliding a portion of that curled cock into you. It's shape is astounding, it's almost as if he's trying to drill his way into your deepest regions. Your groans of pleasure are muffled by his hungry mouth, causing his ears to twitch.

With no further warning, his lips release your own, allowing you a chance to catch your breath. Once more his mouth descends between your pale swells, tugging at your corset with his teeth. In a few short moments, Gus is victorious, allowing your right breast to flop free of it's confines. Almost immediately he snatches it up, nibbling and licking at your stiffened nipple with his rough tongue.

There's nothing to stifle your moans now, which only grow louder as he begins to thrust, shoving ever more of his spiral spear into your hot, wet hole. Trapped beneath the portly porker, you find yourself rocked by his movements, causing your free tit to bounce wildly. If only he had untied you first! But that will just have to wait.

Rather predictably, Gus fucks like a clumsy beast, his hips bucking roughly as he works himself into a frenzy. Almost subconsciously, you find yourself rutting back against the swine, slamming your hungry cunny along his twisted pole. The lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together fill the forest, if anyone were to overhear this rabid fuck-session, they would simply assume it to be savage beasts. And they would be partially correct.

Closing your eyes tightly, you enjoy the brute's rutting, allowing yourself to forget just how debasing this whole thing is. Then, with a hoggish squeal, Gus reminds you. With one last tremendous thrust, Gus wedges his cock directly into your womb, before the tip of his drill-shaped dick erupts, flooding your cervix with thick, frothy seed, and sending you over the edge. Your lithe body writhes beneath the fat hybrid, feeling as your inner muscles convulse reflexively around that throbbing tool. Gus seems to enjoy it, and gives a few more thrusts, albeit much weaker ones.

Slowly, you begin to come down from the high of climax, though your body still trembles lightly. The smell is almost more than you can bear, but it was all worth it. "Don't just lie there, get up and untie me, Swine!" The pig-man flinches at the command, immediately lifting himself off of you. Of course, when his softening member retreats, your quim practically gushes with ball-batter, leaving you a sticky mess. But Gus obeys completely, fumbling at the ropes with his fat, sweat-slickened fingers. When that doesn't work, he gnaws through them instead. While that does do the trick, his teeth nip your wrist, earning him a swift slap.

You hoggish **** whimpers, but otherwise doesn't complain. "Now, where does this "Big Daddy" person live again?"

"Gus village, by foot of mountain!" The pig-man replies happily, obviously pleased by your alleged interest.

In that case, it might be a great place to avoid. Perhaps climbing up the mountain itself would be better. Then again, you could always head back towards Isenvlad. With Gus in tow, you could easily put Ingo in his place. Mulling over your options, you adjust your weathered outfit in an attempt to make yourself somewhat presentable, while the naked Gus simply continues to grin oafishly.

"And for god's sake, put some clothes on!"