/futa/ - Futanari/dickgirls

"You're so cute," said the barbarian, her mouth agrin from ear to ear and her breath suffocating the elf. It smelled like an animal's. The taste of alcohol was in his mouth after the kiss. Her rough, calloused fingers touched his light blonde hair, sifting through his bangs that covered one of his eyes. He tried to struggle free, but to no avail. The elf was simply too weak.

Something hard rubbed against his ass. It was her cock. A burning fear erupted in his mind that dwarfed what he had been feeling this whole time. If he was going to be fucked... couldn't it at least be with some lube? It slowly went in more and more, but only the head came in until she stopped and pulled it out. Oddly, the elf felt relieved.

"I can't just fuck you dry, now can I? That wouldn't be fun for either of us," she smirked. Her great arms moved him from the tree onto the ground. She forced him into a position on all fours and grabbed his head, pushing it into her cock.

"Suck it," she commanded, forcing his mouth more and more until he obeyed. His tongue moved against it, back and forth, making it wet. She moaned and pushed him further, making her dick go further into his throat. "Yes... more..."

At this point his head was being moved by her hands. He kept sucking her big cock until she groaned like a beast and he tasted fluid. It tasted funny, like nothing he had before. He was a virgin who had never even masturbated before, so he had no idea, but it was her precum. The barbarian moved him back onto position on the tree and forced him to ride her cock. "We're going to fuck now, baby," he said, not caring whether or not he approved. At this point he no longer resisted, out of both fear and because... well, he wouldn't admit it, but he was really fucking horny now...

It was still painful and slow to put it back in his ass, but once it had happened, it felt more smooth. Her big, veiny dick went in and out, going slightly deeper each time it thrusted back inwards. He moaned louder and louder as it went deeper. Finally, it wouldn't go any deeper into his ass, but she had decided to fuck him faster. The whole time, her fierce blue eyes stared intensely into his, but he looked away or had his eyes closed. The elf wasn't thinking about anything except the big hard cock that was inside of him.

She was fucking him so fast by now that he couldn't moan in unison with the thrusts, he just cried out constantly. Suddenly, it stopped. An explosion of hot, warm cum erupted inside of his ass. It was the best feeling he ever had in his entire life. He felt every drop slipping down out of his ass and over her cock. Instead of dropping him to the ground, he grabbed his face and held him close, kissing him passionately, using her tongue on his.

"You're so fucking tight," she gasped, smiling at him, fire still in her eyes. His eyes were half open. He couldn't think or process what she even said. Instead of either struggling to break free or just not using his muscles at all, he was holding onto her with all the strength he could muster while feeling hot, sticky cum deep in his ass. Her muscles felt so comforting and safe. His cock was rubbing against her abs, and he begin to kiss her back. They embraced like this, which surprised but overjoyed the barbarian. Eventually, he came too, but it was much less dramatic. They just stood there and held and kissed each other, like lovers.

"You're going to be my slave now, little boy," she spoke. Her deep, sultry voice was like music to his ears. If he was just going to be fucked by her for the rest of his life, he had no problem with that. After licking his own cum from her abs on command and lapping up any of the cum he could from the ground, she carried her back to whence she came. The woman did not care if she wouldn't fuck any other elves, because she had found one who she'd keep for a lifetime.

I'll write more if you guys like it. I have a lot planned, but I don't really know what the characters should be named yet.

>>1953
Pretty hot. You should write more, you seem really talented.

>>1958
Thanks anon, I will continue.

When she arrived to her northern homeland on horseback, entering the gates of the great stone walled city, the elf in tow was beginning to awake. He was still being held over shoulder by his kidnapper, still naked but covered with some fur to keep him warm. His nipples were perking up in this temperature. It was cold enough for snow, but not quite cold enough for frostbite. He felt the woman's arm tighten around him and saw her face turn slightly towards his, a grin on her lips.

They moved through the city until she stopped at a large wooden house, built in a nordic style. Two skulls were on spikes in front of the doors. When they entered, there was a hall with a table and a bedroom, and there lay an empty hearth. The barbarian woman left her axe in the corner of her room and put down her elf into her bed.

"I'm going to go start the fire," she said roughly. "Don't go anywhere. I have something special planned for you." She smiled mischievously and then turned away, her muscular back, thighs and ass leaving the elf's vision.

He didn't plan on going anywhere, it was cold and he wanted to warm up. The elf held the fur of the blanket close to himself. His body was warming, but his nipples were still perky. Meanwhile, the woman had brought kindling and logs to the hearth. Soon there was a warm fire.

He crawled out of bed, carrying the blanket with him, and stopped to sit in front of the fire. Now he wasn't cold anymore, but his mind was suddenly ablaze with shame. He blushed as she sat in front of him, completely naked and obstructing his view of the fire.

"I'm Grunhild," she spoke loud and clear, her eyes piercing into his. "What's your name?"

It was hard to respond when a human woman covered in muscles and decorated in scars sat in front of him, and one who had a six inch cock and who had raped him at that. He only blushed harder and looked away. The elf tried to respond.

"I'm... I... uh..." he said timidly, his voice only a whisper.

"Awwww," said Grunhild, grabbing him and hugging him. Her arms could snap a wolf's neck, and used almost as much strength pushing him into her breasts. They felt rough, but soft at the same time. He could also feel her hard abdominal muscles again.

"I'll give you a name," she said with a more serious tone. They just looked at each other for what felt like an eternity to the elf, but was really only five seconds. "Slampa. That means whore. I'm calling you that because you're going to be my whore."

The elf gasped. "I... I..." He timidly looked down, but then looked up, attempting to be brave. "I don't want... to... to be your..."

A hearty laugh filled the hall, one wrapped in sultriness like her own voice. And like thunder, she overpowered him, bringing his arms and torso down on the floor. Her face was now only an inch from his, her breath hot and intoxicating. Grunhild's giant breasts were firm against his flat little chest, and her cock was hardening more and more against his body.

"What is it, slampa?" she fiercely spoke. "What were you going to say? Your name is slampa from now on. Forget your old name. You are going to be my fucking whore, whether you like it or not." She bit his ear, enough to cause pain but not enough to draw blood.

>>1962
A tear ran down Slampa's cheek. Grunhild licked it up and kissed him deeply, her cock getting even harder. As she lifted her face from his, she tried to keep her tongue against his for as long as possible. "You're going to please me now, you little whore," she said, getting up and picking him up by his shoulders. Standing erect, with her cock as erect as possible, she turned him upside down so that his face was by her cock.

"Suck it," she growled. "NOW."

The elf was so scared that he felt there was no choice but to obey. Wincing, he grabbed it by the shaft and put it into his mouth. He sucked it the same way he did on that fateful day he was raped, his tongue sliding against it.

"Ahhhhh, that feels good," said Grunhild, her eyes slightly rolling back. The elf's hot little mouth around her cock felt amazing... but a little lacking. "Use your tongue more," she said. Obeying, he moved his tongue around on her cock more quickly. Her cock felt like it would burst.

Grunhild put her lips and tongue onto the elf's small, hard cock. It was only three or four inches, so it fit easily into her mouth. She deepthroated it with ease. The elf couldn't deepthroat his master, but having his cock sucked turned him on so much that he tried. Slampa pushed as much of his master's cock into his little mouth as he could, moaning and blubbering. He felt so turned on that he came within seconds.

A long, sultry moan escaped Grunhild as she sucked every drop of his cum out of his little cock, her mouth right up against his pubeless crotch. This was too much for her. Her dick erupted with hot, sticky semen, filling Slampa's throat, spilling out of his mouth and onto the floor. She was feeling so pleasured that she slowly collapsed to her knees, taking care not to bump poor Slampa's head against the floor.

Slampa held onto her arms, his lower body gripped in embrace with Grunhild's. He was in a haze of lust, staring into her eyes with his tongue out, panting and whispering. "I love you master, I love you master, I love you," he moaned out, the little elf's barely audible. Grunhild had a placid smile on her face. They stayed like this until the elf began sucking on her tits.

After a while, Grunhild squeezed his arms. "If you're going to suck my tits, I'm going to fuck your ass," she said, her cock now erect again. It rose until it couldn't move anymore because it was stuck between Slampa's little asscheeks. Obediently, he moved his ass into position for her big cock. It slipped in easily, still slick and wet with his saliva.

They fucked for what seemed to be hours, her cock slamming in and out of his asshole, making him moan like the little whore he was. Eventually, he couldn't suck her tits anymore. His hair shook from the speed she thrusted into him. Grunhild's body temperature soared. Eventually, she wasn't even smiling with pleasure. She had a fierce intent in her face, like a beast tracking its prey. She was going berserk, putting her energy into fucking his ass rather than fighting in combat. Slampa, however, was too horny to notice... or care.

As Grunhild approached climax, she began to scream at the top of her lungs. Slampa moaned like a girl in response, but it was drowned out by her animalistic cry. As she began to ejaculate with the force of a waterfall, her grip on the elf's arms tightened, to the point of drawing blood. Cum blasted into Slampa's sphincter. He began to cry as he felt the pain of Grunhild's nails in his flesh. Grunhild panted like a dog.

Slampa began to feel terrified. He tried to escape, but Grunhild's grip was inescapable. She pinned him onto the ground and rubbed her half flaccid cock against his chest like a dog in heat. Breathing heavily like a beast, she began to lick his face and kiss his tongue. A bestial lust had taken Grunhild and left Slampa covered in spit and cum, moaning in pleasure and terror, hoping that he wasn't going to be hurt anymore. He simply didn't resist, because to do so would mean more injury. Their cocks would be in pain if it weren't for the cum and saliva preventing the friction from hurting so much.

This went on until Grunhild collapsed out of fatigue. Her big tits were pressed tight against Slampa's chest, her drooling face against his own. Slampa was tired from all the hard fucking he endured today, and so he fell into slumber too, his master's big muscular body keeping him trapped, but warm. His ass was stinging with pain, but deep in his heart, he was glad that someone like Grunhild had taken him.

>>1963
i'll namefag now.

once again, loved the writing. I don't usually like rape, but I found this to be enjoyable. Keep it up

>six inch cock
>big
Bullshit. That's fuckin tiny for the average futa.

>>1970
Oh, but that aside, not bad, keep at it.

>>1970
I wanted it to be kind of realistic and stuff, but I'll make her a bit bigger. And thanks for your encouragement, I wasn't expecting people to like my story, really.

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Slampa lived with Grunhild for a few months now. On contrary with the way he felt about her before, he was truly in love with her now. He wore a cute little collar around his neck with a bell at all times, but he would dress up in any way that Grunhild asked. Often he would wear bloomers, stockings, or a dress to please his master, but most of all, she loved to see his cute little erection under a tight pair of panties. All of these clothes she had gotten just for him, with the gold she had earned from her raids on other settlements before.

As much as she wanted to, Grunhild could not be there all the time. She would have to go hunting, leaving Slampa by himself. This made Slampa so sad that he would grab her by her legs and try to stop her from leaving, begging her not to leave.

"I'm sorry, Slampa, it is too dangerous," she said. "You could get hurt."

"You hurt me all the time," whined Slampa, "but I love it."

"No, Slampa, not that kind of hurt," laughed Grunhild. She looked out into the distance at the snow-topped houses through the window, silent for awhile. "You could get wounded, or killed. And I don't want that to happen."

She hugged Slampa as tight as possible, his face squeezed against her big breasts. He looked at her with puppy dog eyes, those eyes that made even Grunhild's fiery heart go soft.

"Please don't go," he said, tears starting to form in his eyes. Grunhild ran her hands through his soft, thin hair, petting him. They hugged again.

"I am going now," said Grunhild, her voice showing just hints of trembling. "I will be back in a day's time. I'll be safe. I promise."

Slampa felt so lost and alone without her. Whether she was there or not, Slampa would do the most or all of the cooking and cleaning, and even bathe Grunhild. He never left her house unless she wanted him to. Once he was done with his duties and there was nothing else to do but Grunhild wasn't there, he spent most of the time in the bedroom, where they would usually fuck. Most of the time he would furiously masturbate, longing for the sex that they would have together, but it would end in tears. Eventually he fell asleep, or tried to, hiding himself under the furry blanket and burying his face into the pillow.

A wind would blow into the house a few hours before or after midnight when the door was flung open and there stood a six foot tall barbarian warrior, her shoulder length golden mane flowing in the wind, her muscular body and great tits in full display. In her arms was the body of a bear, killed in combat with her two handed axe. Once putting it down and undressing herself, the very first thing she'd do is go straight into the bedroom, go under the blankets, and start ravishing Slampa. He was asleep when this happened, but it's hard not to wake up when there's an eight inch cock rubbing against your ass and huge tits rubbing against your back. He awoke feeling a combination of comfort and fear, unable to move in Grunhild's powerful embrace, but it's not like he would want to or anything...

"Mistress," moaned Slampa. She turned his face towards his and grinned. There was a cut across her cheek and her breast, inflicted while she was fighting the bear. "M-mistress... You're hurt..."

>>1973
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," breathed Grunhild, her eyes wild with lust, "and when I'm done, I'll fuck you some more." Her calloused hands moved him down and pinned him to the bed. Her huge cock entered his pale soft little ass like the cold winds of the north touching bare skin. She positioned her cock into Slampa's mouth, but didn't have to ask him to suck it. Slampa just did it automatically, without even thinking about it. His tongue swiveled up and down the shaft. He could feel its veins against his tongue. The scent of her dick filled his nostils and the taste filled his mouth.

This was what Grunhild wanted life to be like. Hunting, killing, and coming home to fuck her slutty little elf boy. Slampa was deepthroating her now, loudly slurping and gagging. He looked up into Grunhild's eyes. They were somewhere else, but when they noticed his, her eyes dug into his like a wild animal's.

She started to moan as her cock had its release. After maybe ten or twenty minutes of throatfucking, she filled his mouth with her love. Slampa just couldn't stop sucking though. He kept sucking on her big cock until it was almost flaccid, then touched his face and neck, putting the rest of the cum into his mouth. Grunhild just fell on top of him, her breasts pressing hard against his chest, her intoxicating breath and her lips smothering his face. Embraced like this underneath her blanket, the barbarian and the elf fell into a deep sleep, thinking of each other in their last waking moments. When they woke up the next morning, she'd fuck him again, but for a lot longer.

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Slampa woke up first, feeling Grunhild's drool on his face and his neck. He struggled out from under her body. It was rough, like leather, but soft, like fur. He ran his hands against the side of her torso and against her abs, his hands softer and smaller in comparison to hers. Looking at her body and her tits made him very aroused. He was going to go make breakfast for her, but not right now. Instead, he decided to start sucking her tits.

Her eyes opened halfway, noticing Slampa's nipple in his mouth and his hands squeezing her breasts. "Slampa," she said quietly. Slampa didn't stop. She was starting to get hard from having this happen.

In a flash, she grabbed his head and pulled it away. He was now splayed against the bed, his soft, pale body exposed to her. "Slampa, you little fucking whore," groaned Grunhild. She yawned and fell on top of him. They had a short kiss.

"Slampa, stop sucking on my tits," she said lazily. She rolled over playfully, yet with strength that would overwhelm her slave's. "We'll go make breakfast. Then we can fuck." Slampa nodded and waited in bed, his hand close to his cock in anticipation. He followed her, watching her start the fire underneath the stove, then go outside and grab some meat from the ice house nearby. Slampa seasoned and cooked it. They had some bread, along with some meat from a boar that Grunhild had killed a little while ago.

"That was good, don't you think?" said Slampa. He didn't eat much of it, though. Grunhild ate most of it.

She chugged down her third mug of mead and got up, walking towards him. A grin was on her lips. She looked a little drunk. Her hands grabbed Slampa's shoulders.

>>1974
"You're good," said Grunhild. She grabbed him out of his seat and brought him into the bedroom. Her big hard cock was pushed up against his. Slampa was soon on his knees, sucking and deepthroating his mistress to get her cock wet, then having his ass filled with her big hard cock. She came once inside of him and came once on his face, leaving him shaking on the ground.

"Oh my, we've become so dirty," laughed Grunhild. "Maybe we should have a bath." Slampa got up, his knees weak, his ass hurting and dripping with him. "Y... yes..." he moaned. Big arms grasped his cute face. "Ja, we should," she said. They kissed, then went out to a lake nearby, where they would be having a bath.

It was cold outside, their nipples perking up, but it was not too cold to be naked. Grunhild didn't mind the cold, but Slampa would if her body wasn't keeping him warm. He washed her hair and rubbed his hands all over her body, removing the dirt and sweat that had accumulated. Slampa noticed more cuts.

"You need to stop getting hurt," said Slampa, looking directly at her. "Please."

Grunhild scoffed. "Nothing will kill me," she said in a cocky tone. "Relax. I'm not dead yet. Besides, I'm not afraid of death. If it becomes my time to go to Valhalla, then that is what the gods have chosen for me."

"NO," screamed Slampa. "I don't want you to die." His frail feminine arms squeezed her tight, his puppy-like eyes staring into Grunhild and melting her heart yet again.

"Please."

She pet him again, running her fingers through his wet hair, Slampa slightly feeling the callouses against his scalp. "There, there," she said soothingly. "Don't worry. I'll never leave."

They had a long, slow kiss. Once they were clean, they headed back to the house. Slampa sucked on Grunhild's cock while they dried off by the fire, her hand running up and down his ass. She grinned like she always did in her moments of lust, a smile that indicated to Slampa that he was going to be fucked, and he was going to be fucked very hard and fast, whether he liked it or not. Instead of waiting in fear for her to move him and start to fuck him, he turned around, exposing his ass to her. Soon he felt Grunhild's hard cock against it, wet and slick from his tongue. He waited until it thrusted in, arousing a cry of pain from Slampa and a moan of pleasure from Grunhild. Life was like this for a while.