Let him have his kiss.

Once again your lack of decision makes one for you as he presses his lips against yours and you are treated to your first forceful kiss. He wraps his hands around you pulling you into him as he does and grips your ass with his right hand as he does. The kiss only lingers for a few intense moments till the magic of the illusion of your clothing is defeated by his close contact as his strong hand caresses your naked ass cheek. “Wait. Are you naked?” He asks pulling back slightly as he does.

“Umm, yea, well almost I guess. Umm, and I kinda got cursed or something also, so you can't fuck me. Sorry.”

“What do you mean? How are you cursed?” he asks, but doesn't release his hold on you.

“It is probably easiest if I just show you.” You say nervous about showing him your secret. He maintains his hold on you, but lets his grip slid up your side till you are leading him as he holds onto your arm. Once you are in the alley and out of sight of the crowd, you drop the illusion without a comment.

“Fuck, I knew you were a slut, but your clothes were an illusion, that is hot. So I still want to...” His words trail off as he finally sees your new addition given to you by the warlock. “Is that real?”

“Yes, it is. The warlock you are hunting was the same one I was hunting. When I caught him he casted a curse on me and turned me into this.” As if to punctuate the sentence you even begin stroking the mighty shaft without really thinking. “I guess I am not the girl you used to know anymore.”

“It can't end like this.” He says shocked and steps forward, reaching out, and gently touches the head of your huge cock. “I was so sure you would eventually realize how much I loved you and give in to me. I knew you had your code and all, but I had always hoped.” Gently he rubs the tip, seemingly in shock at the revelation, but it has the usual effect and soon his fingers are treated to a tiny drop of pre-cum. As he feels the moist fluid on his finger he pulls his hand back and looks at the wet tip of his finger as if in complete shock. “I.”

The look on his face is just too heart wrenching to bear. You want to do something to make it go away, to go back home and give him back the woman he loved, but you have no idea if that is even possible. With no real thought to the consequences you lean forward and take his finger into your mouth and suck off the offending little drop.

That is apparently all the coaxing he needs and before you even pull back your head, he has his cock out of his pants and pushes your face down till the tip of his cock replaces his finger in your mouth. “Just suck me then. Just suck me please.” He pleads softly as he grips the sides of your head and forces your head down till the meaty head of his cock presses against the back of your throat causing you to gag. Your tongue sticks out a bit below his shaft as you cough, your eyes water, but he doesn't even let up for a second as you drop to your knees on the dirt, arms outstretched to your sides as if trying to steady your balance as you gag violently for a second before an audible gulp is heard on the air and the head of his long cock pops past your tonsils and into your throat. Still he pushes down on your head, as you bring your hands together on the sides of his knees to steady yourself. With a second mighty gulp you are sure there is a visible bulge in your throat, as your back arches, your neck strains, and his cock finally is sheathed in your face as the tip of your outstretched tongue presses into his hairy sack. “I always loved you, you know. I always loved you.” He says holding you tightly against him till you are sure in his madness he is going to let you suffocate on his cock. Finally he pulls back till only the tip is inside of you. You look up at him, your eyes tearing up with the strain of taking in his cock. He smiles down at you and pushes forward once again. The second time it is a bit easier as your throat is already stretched a bit by his first thrust. He throws his head back and looks to the sky as he fucks your face over and over, never pulling all the way out, but several times pulling back far enough to feel your tongue flick about against the tip. As he rails your face, you can't help but notice his cock is at least 4” shorter and quite a bit thinner than yours, but as yours is a monster, it is still far from small.

He seems content to simply fuck your face for the rest of the night or something, but after a while you are surprised that your cock is raging hard, and you can't help but admit that your only real problem is that you are actually getting rather bored. Finally as he pulls back far enough, you turn your head to the side quickly and his thrust simply sends it across your cheek. “Enough. I am not just going to sit here sucking your cock all night.”

This finally breaks whatever spell or stupidity had claimed his senses and he looks down at you. “Of course not, what was I thinking. I am sorry, of course I will fuck your ass.”

He descends on you, pushing you back onto your back causing your legs to fold back under you till your knees are bent and stick out a bit on the sides, giving your ass a bit of lift off of the ground as your shoulders touch the ground. Your cock rests softly on your torso with the tip settling nicely between your sexy little tits. “Wait what about my cock?” You can't help but ask as he gets into position and spits a big blob of spit into your asshole.

“Oh yes, how about this?” He grips your little tits hard and squeezes them together mashing them against the tip of your rod. “There that should work nicely.” He laughs as he forces his cock into your ass with a long hard thrust. As he does he pushes forward till your stomach is **** down and your torso bends, your shoulders pushing into the dirt, causing your shaft to work its way up till the head of your cock smacks your face.

“Oh fuck, wow. Ya that is something isn't it.”

“Nice, open wide.” He laughs as he repositions a bit, lets go of your tits but takes your hands so you can mash them together yourself, which you do of course. He then grabs your head and pulls forward till he angles your cock into your panting mouth till for the second time you have your own cock in your mouth. “Now that is something I have never seen.” He laughs as he settles in to fuck the hell out of you. With each long hard thrust, he pulls on your head till your body seems to get used to the effort and the two of you are soon in a nice rhythm that you can't help but enjoy. The feeling of titty fucking, and sucking yourself off, while getting pounded up the ass is both indescribable and incredible. You are not sure how long it takes, as you endure such ecstasy, but you are the first to blow. The load is one to be envious of as cum spurts out of your nose and across your face as the volume proves to be too much to gulp down. Watching you fill your face with cum apparently is enough to get him off as well. “Here, who's tastes better?” He asks as he rips his cock out of your ass, lets go of your head so it drops onto the dirt, and basically hops over you till you see his rod coming down at your face like a missile.

“Wait, what the hell are you...” Your protests are silenced as his cock slams into your mouth, stopping as it hits the back of your throat. Undaunted, he pivots, still filling your mouth, causing your head to roll back in position till the top of your head is facing down and you are staring at his hairy sack. He then grabs hold of your tits and drives home, his cock effortlessly slipping down your cum filled throat.

“Yeah bitch, take it all.” He says laughing as he blows his load into you. Finally sated, he pulls out his glistening cock, still wet from being inside of you, and stands up. “Man, I need a bath. Y'kara it was fun, but I am sorry. I don't think I could date someone like you after all. You are a bit too much of a slut for me. My parents wouldn't approve. Sorry, you know how it is.” You can't help but stare at him with mouth agape in surprise as he stuffs his cock into his pants and continues, “In fact, I am not even sure if I would fuck you again. But hey, it was fun and all, so no hard feelings right. See ya around. I have got to get a room and take a bath.” With that he leaves you lying there, covered with cum, sweat, and mud, as the dirt ground has long sense been turned to with the heat and sweat of the two of you fucking on it.

As you watch him walk away you can't help but admit, he didn't taste as good as you did, but you do catch yourself licking off your fingers none the less. “Stop it.” You say to yourself, and stand up. “Breeches, tunic, and boots.” You say at the ring and hope no one can tell why you are so sticky, and follow behind him, also in need of a bath.

You are not exactly sure where he went, but you did see which direction he turned when he left the alley and head off in that direction. A couple blocks later you spot something that instantly sparks a memory. A little building next to a tavern called “The Wanton Wench” Has a sign that states, “Hunters League.” As you see the two buildings you see flashes of memories of you walking into dozens of “Hunters Leagues” and getting job after job tracking down and killing people wanted for breaking laws of various nations that were either too powerful, or too illusive for the various governments to deal with. In addition, the tavern also seems to be a favorite of yours as you also receive many small flashes of memory of dozens of men the former you let ravage her body. The last of which was the warlock she was apparently hunting that seems to have decided to take a hunter for himself to try to find out how you hunters kept finding him. Images continue to flood of him starting with more mundane tortures, and summoning some kind of demons to **** and **** you with insatiable appetites for suffering. Finally you see yourself broken and bruised, kept at the brink of **** for over a month, when you finally broke and told him you were taught a tracking spell by the League, as all hunters are. You also know this was a lie, but it seemed to satisfy him, as he then had the demon twist your flesh till you had the massive member you have now, and bound your mind to him, and the rest of your life was then mostly a fog of instinctive action, and nightly fucking. Sadly this knowledge, while helpful, is also a bit distressing, as you fully felt the joy the former you got from killing. “Damn I guess I was one mean bitch.” You are pretty sure he must have went into the bar, but which one should you go to?