Hey! It's been a while. Sorry about that. I have here for you all another commission, then hopefully an original piece! I hope you enjoy the finale to this trilogy!
All comments/feedback are welcome and encouraged.
All characters are 18+
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Former Sergeant Cain Irons had been in hiding for some time when he came into contact with the Urzikstan Liberation Force. They offered him protection from the agents of Shadow Company, who had been hunting him since he sold them out to the Las Almas Cartel. As far as he knew, they thought he was given a hefty sum of cash. In reality, he threw a prosperous military career away for a night with El Sin Nombre herself. To him, it was worth every second. Valeria blew his mind-and his back out-for hours on end, reshaping what sex meant for him. Unfortunately, the two couldn't remain together, and Cain found himself traveling the world, searching for a futanari who could satisfy him. Eventually, his travels brought him to Urzikstan, where he heard rumors of a certain commander, who was particularly blessed in the penis department. It seems they found him first, making contact and inviting him to join their ranks. And that was where he found himself now, a beach on the Urzik coast, where this commander was said to spend much of her free time.
The white sand shifted beneath his sandals as he strode across the beach, the sun's rays bearing down on him from above. He had been to the middle east before, but he never got used to the heat. Cain was surprised to find nobody present on the beach, looking around for any signs of his contact. He spotted a towel on the ground, along with various items a beachgoer would need, but no person. Turning his gaze to the water, he finally noticed movement in the waves, and it seemed they had noticed him as well. A woman emerged from the water, wading through the surf and back onto the sands.
Cain's breath caught in his throat as he got a proper look at her. Her wet, honey-colored skin glimmered as the harsh desert sun shone off of it. Her long, black hair was tied in a braid that hung over one shoulder. She was dressed in a micro bikini that was so small, it somehow would have been less lurid had she just been naked. The top was composed of basically strings with small patches to
barely
cover her nipples, though the edges of her areolae were
very
visible. Her breasts were gigantic, perky, and put visible strain on her swimsuit. Despite their immense weight, they barely had any sag thanks to her strong chest muscles. She was fit, given her military service, however she still had a bit of extra meat in the best possible places. The bottoms of her bikini were absolutely
suffering.
Cain's eyes focused on what was easily the biggest set of cock and balls he had ever seen. Her testicles were so massive that they hung out of either side of her thong, the seam of her scrotum covered by the wet fabric. Her cock was somehow stuffed inside, the shaft practically bent in half just to fit! Cain cursed the entire bikini industry for obscuring his view of perfection. The woman strode her way over to him, a curious, yet knowing smile plastered on her lips.
"Cain Irons, I presume?" She spoke in a smooth voice, her Urzik accent thick but very understandable.
"Y-Yes!" Cain was snapped out of his cock-hungry daydreaming. "And you're Miss Farah Karim?"
"I am Commander Karim, yes." she corrected. "I was told you asked for me by name when my associates reached out to you. I'm very curious why you wanted to see me instead of my superiors." She placed her hands on her hips and cocked them to one side, her tits and genitals swaying hypnotically.
"Well... I..." Should he be honest? Should he lie? 'I want to join your cause so you can fuck me with your huge cock' wasn't exactly a convincing argument for someone like Farah... or was it? "Well, to be completely honest I-"
"You want my cock, yes?" Farah raised a bushy eyebrow. Cain fell silent. "Word has spread far and wide of Cain Irons, the man who betrayed Shadow Company for a taste of womanly cock. Valeria has spoken highly of you. She said your cocksucking skills outperform any prostitute she's ever laid with, and that you make such girly sounds when you take it up the ass." Cain felt his face grow red hot.
"I-Is that a yes?"
"Come with me." Farah beckoned with her finger before stepping around Cain and heading for her towel laid across the sand. He took the opportunity to hungrily ogle her ass, her plump cheeks devouring the thong of her bikini, bouncing with every step she took. Cain hurried after her like an obedient puppy. Once she reached her towel, Farah laid herself down on her front. She had thought ahead and dug a hole for her bust, as well as for her cock, which allowed her to rest comfortably. "Your first test will be as such." She took a bottle of tanning oil and handed it to him. "Help me oil my back. However, if your hand slips, we're done here."
"Y-Yes, Ma'am." Like in the face of every other futa, Cain was putty in her hands. He sheepishly squirted the oil into his palm, the substance already warmed by the desert sun. He rubbed his hands together, mentally preparing himself for his first "test" as Farah had called it. He took a deep breath and knelt down, placing his hands on her back. She didn't react, not even a sound, and that was somehow even more intimidating for Cain! Slowly, his hands began to move, spreading the warm oil across her skin as he tried to get an even coat. He dipped his fingers beneath the back straps of her swimsuit, moving a bit faster when doing so in order to not linger and risk being turned away. Once her entire back was thoroughly coated, he paused above her hips.
"You may continue." Farah said sternly. "I need it everywhere." Cain swallowed and started moving again. His hands crested the mighty hills that made up her ass, coming to rest on top. He had to fight every atom in his body to not just dig his fingers into the pliable flesh. He could see her stuffed scrotum peeking out between her thick thighs,
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