Teach it a lesson

Something about the way it lays there, pleading with you, reminds you of a worm and fills you with anger. You grip your sopping mound and splay your lower lips open to reveal your juicy pink hole to the chaun.

"Do you like what you see, little Worm?" You ask, croushing over it again. It nods enthusiastically. You take hold of its cock, aiming the oozing head at your open slit. You can feel the heat of its arousal radiating against your thighs. "You want to fuck me some more, don't you? Do you want to cum inside me?"

It nods even more enthusiastically.

You stroke its cock up and down, lubricating it with the juices flowing from its hole and dripping from your quim. You can feel swelling. Its balls tighten and it squirms beneath you.

"I'm not going to fuck you," you say, still stroking it expertly, tracing the lubed ridges of its cockhead with your thumb, "but I want you to cum for me. I want you to shoot a hot...big...milky...load all over my little quim. Can you do that for me?"

The chaun moans and thrusts against your hand. You can feel its cock bulging in your grip.

"Oh yes, it's so big. Do it, little Worm. Cum for your mistress. Baste my lips with your hot spew."

Worm cries out and arches his back as his orgasm overtakes him. As you feel the first spatter of spunk that precedes his full load you slide your fingers from your cunt and flatten your palm, quite hard, agains the head of Worm's disguting, throbbing prick. The volanic load of spunk, racing up his shaft, collides with the dam you've put in place. Poor Worm's eyes go wide and he squeals in agony at the sensation of his ruined orgasm. You laugh haughtily, still stroking his cock against the cruel impediment of your hand. When his twitching subsides you release your grip, a single dollop of spunk on your palm. You wipe it across the beastie's lips.

"Never demand pleasure from me, Worm," you laugh. "If I ever think you deserve it I will reward you. Now, on your feet."

You dress and gather your things. Worm, the chastened chaun, follows along behind you.

A short walk from the plane crash takes you to a cobbled road. Signposts point the way west to Isenvlad, the same direction as mountains and that creepy castle. Somewhere on the other side is the compound and the airport in the center of the island. Isenvlad must be a town. Maybe they have a telephone and a masseuse there. The other way is more mountains, more forest and, presumably, Monster Island's rocky coast. Maybe if you go that way you can signal a boat or something.

Worm points to the sign and then in the direction of Isenvlad. He nods his head up and down. Then he points the other way and shakes his head from side to side.

"What is it?"

Worm points to the ocean again and moves his hand like a serpent. The message is fairly clear. There is danger in that direction.