A Caravan

Grok followed the scent to the edge of a cliff side, below in the sparsely forested hillside he could see the light of a fire a few miles down. He told Ryena that he would like to stretch his wings, she protested him going by himself and that the enchantment on her would urge her to follow. Grok focused on the magical tattoos on her body and adjusted a few of the runes mentally. He told her that she should set up came here but do it in the dark. She frowned but he promised her if she was good and had a bed ready for him that they could share it tonight which perked her mood up.

Grok stretched his wings and warmed his muscles up, since the time he entered this world he desired to test out this new feature. A dream of many times in his old life he wished he could soar in the sky like a bird and now out of the confines of the stone tomb he had been in for days he had a chance. He gave a few light beats of his wings and with a strong push he launched himself off into the air. He felt elated as he climbed higher and higher the freedom of escaping the gravity of earth. He approached the clouds and felt the cool air grasp his body and he glided among the heavens. Making his way near the campsite he could make out a couple of wagons then a group of maybe a dozen people huddled around the fire. Luckily most of them did not notice him by looking up. He came down a few hundred yards in the shadows of an outcropping of trees. Grok thought about how to approach these people but he considered his form now and his mission ordained by those goddess, other thoughts came to him but when the smell of cooking food hit his nose, something meaty and well seasoned. Much more aromatic than any of the plain foods Ryena had made his gluttony gave way to drawing him closer and a the noise he made alerted the camp. Several of the figures light torches and head toward the outcropping of trees Grok is stumbling around in.

An arrow lodges itself into Groks shoulder, shouting from the group stirs the camp into a frenzy, more people pour out of the wagons, almost twenty humanoids, Grok could not make out all the differences but the stinging in his shoulder made him angry. He rushes forward and pummels the nearest foe into the ground. He towers over all of them. More arrows fly at him, Grok waves his hand and rays of chilling light impact the archers. More armed fighters rush him with sword and spear, blades sting his scaly hide. The flickering lights of torches are drowned in the white light of a brightness that illuminates and then blinds Grok for a second, he could feel the weak impacts sting him again. He shouts "Damn Insects!" he swings wildly in blindness, he lunges forward and manages to tear into an iron mailed body that is sent flying. Regaining his sight he sees a heavily plated figure approach him on horseback charging forth with lance and shield. Grok draws a deep breath and spits forth a viscous bile that melts flesh of the horse and it screams in pain and sends the rider flying off the mount. Dazed Grok lifts the figure off the ground in one motion, their helmet knocked away, a auburn haired woman with a battle hardened face stares at him coldly. She tries to draw a sword but his strong grasp prevents her and she kicks him with little effect. Grok sees the flow of mana around drawing around the camp, A barrier being erected, the horse crying out in pain on the ground. Grok stops and thinks for a moment and flies off into the air with armored hostage in hand. He made sure not to directly head towards where Ryena is so he takes a detoured route until he is confident no one could track his flight path. The warrior in his grasp continues to struggle and shout at him.

After nearly 2 hours of being alone Ryena began to worry when she saw lights flickering in the distance where his master flew off to, she had easily created a campsite with her magic, and made a bed as best as she could with what she had, not much better than a thick woolen blanket over a pile of leaves. She also found an outcropping of stone where she could make a small fire that would not be seen easily in the dark. At least not easily seen from the ground, Grok descended down towards the small campsite not far from where he left Ryena, she was surprised for a moment but quickly got over it as she noticed something struggling in his grasp.

"Master what is that?" she inquired. As she could only make out some armored limbs flailing around,

He grinned, "A guest."

she also noticed the various wounds and a few arrows lodged in his body, "Master sit, we need to remove those." Grok didn't really notice the pain too much until his heart stopped beating frantically in his excitement. Grok sat down with the warrior in hand and he began to strip away the armor and weapons she was wearing. His claws cutting threw the straps and leather that bound everything on her. She squirmed like an angry cat, in fact he noticed some feline features upon her, she had ears and a tail like that of a cat. She shouted in protest as he began stripping her, "Nyaaa, stop evil creature." While Grok played with his new toy, Ryena was occupied with removing the arrows and healing his wounds as best as she could. She was not an expert in healing magic but she knew a few basic spells, enough to mend and stop the bleeding.

In the time his wounds were healed Grok managed to strip the cat-woman down to her gambeson. Grok smirked "Now that I am sure you are unarmed, will you stop struggling? " She stared at Grok, he was one of the most twisted looking creatures she had ever seen, she though he had to be some kind of demon. Her sense told her not to trust him but she could not resist its strength she felt so weak in its grasp. She stared over the creatures body, hideous it was but powerfully built, and in her admiration she saw a large bulge not very well concealed under a thin loincloth between its legs. Grok smelled a hint of arousal as the woman stared at him, He noticed her eyes wander down to his groin. His blood still pumping he looked around the small campsite and told Ryena that she needs to tie up our guest, and its time for her reward. Ryena jumped quickly at the sound of that "Yes master" she pulled out a set of manacles and tied down their guest. At the request of her master she made sure their guest could see them, Grok stripped off his loin cloth and began to play with himself. Their guest stared in further amazement as the serpent between the creatures legs just kept growing beyond anything she had ever witnessed. Ryena had also stripped down to nothing and approached the growing member on Grok, she adored it, touched it, and had been craving it since this morning. Grok sat down to allow her easier access to his cock she sat atop him and as she serviced his member he caught a fragrant scent from her box, he couldn't resist tasting it and returning the favor.

The cat woman stared on and with growing desire began to imagine participating with those two. Grok and Ryena now both covered in sexual fluids and several orgasms later were interrupted by a moans from their guest, "Please stop, Nyaa" Grok knew that she was enjoying the show. He turned Ryena over gently and said "Time for the main event", his long prehensile cock flexed its way into her sodden hole. She moaned in pleasure, she loved the feeling, Their guest was surprised how much of the giant entered her, she imagined the thing would split her, she just watched as the other woman rode the huge beast, bouncing off the swelling knot at the base of its penis, the huge balls filling with more cum. The woman's gut distending with the large cock each thrust. What seemed like an eternity watching it ended with one powerful thrust and the knot stretched the woman and her belly began to inflate obscenely. Unsatisfied and unable to do anything but squirm the cat woman sat aroused in desire for a solid 20 minutes. When the monster pulled away and the woman was gently lowered to the bed, **** in erotic satisfaction the creature walked still erect, dripping with fluids over to the cat woman. Grok teased, picking her up from her frustrated arousal, he stripped her down to nothing, the woman had several scars across her body, probably from hundreds of fights. She wasn't ugly or deformed by any of it and her body was surprisingly plush but underneath it could be felt a solid frame of muscle from intense training. Grok pushed the tip of his wet member into her, she felt more warmth rise from her pussy, "Please" was all she could muster. Grok smiled and his cock squirmed and she moaned. She was much tighter than Ryena, and he couldn't fit more than a few inches of his thick penis into her, but slowly she opened up. Grok wiggled himself over and over and a familiar magic came to his mind, the one Ryena first used upon him a few days ago. The air began to glow with lustrous purple light, his cock and body swelled with energy, stretching the hole around him even tighter as it grew. Grok understood this power to be a mixture of lust and greed, those who undergo this ritual will sacrifice some of their power to him, and he would bind them in service to him. He imagined a harem of hundreds of enslaved and him rippling with god like power. As the magic and lust built he could feel some of her essence being drained into him, not nearly as powerful as Ryena was when he did the ritual before. The climax of the ritual ended with her now enslaved to him with magic runes. Her body became a bit more accommodating to his gifts. She was unshackled from her bindings, unlike Ryena she had much more physical endurance though her mental strength seemed to have some gaping holes. She began a second round with her new master, "I love big, strong..." she speared her self deeper and moaned in climax. After a few minutes she seemed ready to go once more, they fucked a few more times, she desired more and more of his cock. By the time they were finished she could fit half of it into her, her belly partially bloated and both covered in fluids.