The Monster Mates at Midnight

Trekking through the woods Autumn continued to pepper me with questions, seemingly undeterred by my atrophied vocabulary. Most of her inquiries of course involved either my sexual prowess or my past conquests.

"What length exactly is your cock?" she asked, as if it were a perfectly innocent question. "Just how much cum do you spurt? Do you knock up sluts every time you drill 'em and fill 'em? How many ladies have you knocked up? Do you have a harem? Do you live in a sex cave?" and on and on she went, each question more shocking, more salacious than the last.

At last I could stand it no longer. The scent of an available female invading my senses, the barrage of lewd topics, the endless talk of fucking and raping and breeding! Suddenly I spun on her, a small surprised gasp escaping her, but when I forcefully scooped her up and bee-lined toward the nearest tree, her surprise quickly turned to delight as she cleverly deducted just what I intended to do with her. "Yes! Fuck me again, fill me with your cum, breed me!" Autumn's cries of anticipation hardly registered with me, my attention now solely focused on a singular sexy objective.

A few steps was all it took to reach a nearby oak, and brusquely I set Autumn down, practically tore her tunic and trousers off and bent her over, smashing her fat bosom against the hard oak. With a fevered pace I lined up against her soft lower lips and began to relentlessly pound her into the tree, muscle memory making my hands possessively grasp her hips and neck, keeping her locked in place, forcing her to accommodate my fat shaft. The fact that she was howling with pleasure and clearly had no intention of escaping didn't even register on my mind.

Vulgar wet slaps began to emanate from our coupling as forced myself into her deepest parts, determined to mark her very core as mine. I could feel every ounce of beautiful fat on her ample rear colliding with my crotch, every one of my desperate thrusts and withdrawals leaving her buttocks jiggling tantalizingly. Her cries of sexual ecstasy, the feeling of her body wrapped around my turgid rod, the way her flesh jiggled and gyrated and swayed, the knowledge that her fertile womb was now defenseless and unable to resist my virile seed, it all drove me over the edge.

Now safe and secluded in the dark woods I was free to loose a terrific howl as reached my climax, pleasure coursing through my brain. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on Autumn's waist and pulled her onto my cock as hard as I could, my shaft pulsing as it fired rope after rope of potent sperm deep inside her greedy womb. My satisfied moans and groans mixed with Autumn's as I slowly collapsed backwards, keeping her firmly locked to my body as I went. We laid there for a moment or two, Autumn panting and mewling happily as she reclined atop me, my manhood still solidly lodged within her, hardly any of my essence escaping her well-stuffed pussy. Lazily, I reached up and began to grope and fondle her prodigious breasts, eliciting happy sighs and little gasps when I playfully pinched her nipples.

"God I can't wait to begin producing milk." Autumn purred as I continued to massage her cleavage, totally hypnotized by the soft globes on her chest. "Would you like that sir Grimald? A comely lass attending to your fat cock every day, her huge rack and fat nipples bursting with fresh milk to drink and her belly swollen and gravid with your child? Her entire body changed and altered to serve you, all because you took what you wanted and knocked her up?" Her taboo and licentious speech alone caused my tool to pulse one last time, the very last of my orgasm finally releasing inside her.

"Yes," I whispered in her ear feebly as if admitting defeat, "yes, I want it. I want everything. I want all. Lonely too long, too many nights crying, too many nights lonely."

For the first time since I'd met her, Autumn seemed sad as she listened to my confession. Quickly though, she recovered and a sly grin soon crept back on her face.

"Well then mister lonely, take your exceptionally sexy and wonderful captive back to your cave and she will see what we can do make it a true home. Who knows, if it's large enough maybe we could convince a few more lonely women in the nearby towns and villages to become your consorts? Can you imagine that Grimald, an entire harem of women pregnant and tending to your needs like I described? I have an idea on how we can pull off this off. I know it will be rough for a while and we'll need time and resources but stick with me and I think we can make both of our wildest fantasies come true. No more living like a lonely beast Grimald, no sir, not if your fantastically smart and incredibly humble head wife has anything to say about it!"

"Head wife?" I chuffed as I raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Your church-boy village not do that. Where you learn that?" Autumn grinned sheepishly at my questioning.

"Look, I heard gossip from a merchant that came through the village that down in the southern desert kingdoms the rulers have as many wives as they want. The head wife though, is special and acts as a right hand man to the king and is rumored to have relations with the other wives. Sort of like a horny second-in-command y'know? What do you think sir Grimald? Will you appoint me, Autumn, the woman currently impaled on your dick, as your second-in-command?" I chuckled, the sound rumbling and catching me off guard. I hadn't laughed in... too long, I hadn't laughed in too long.

"I accept you, Autumn. First wife, before others we eventually get. My trusted right hand. My friend, my lover." With that, Autumn finally stood, turned about and gently laid upon me, bringing her face close to mine.

"Good! She chirped, in that cheery tone that I was starting to find sweet and endearing like honey. The she brought her lips to mine and kissed me with a passion that surprised me. Quickly I rallied from my shock and our tongues fought and wrestled as we each reciprocated the other's zeal. Amusingly I discovered that my tongue was large enough to wrap around hers and trap it momentarily before she wiggled free, her giggling making the sensation even more novel.

Eventually we parted and after catching her breath Autumn continued, "Fuck me, I didn't know your tongue was that big! We're going to have some fun with that for sure." She put on a mock noble voice now and did her best to suppress an infectious grin, "Well sir Grimald, I shall serve you faithfully from now on! With me at your side, your belly will never go empty and your sword shall never go without a sheath!" She seemed particularly amused with herself and I couldn't help but grin and snicker at her little performance.

Standing now, I lifted her up and gave her a tender embrace before setting her daintily back down and began to help gather her discarded clothing.

"Sorry about clothing," I started, "not think when too aroused. Cursed very long ago. Curse made me like this. Look like monster, think like monster, act like monster. Was mercenary once." I could tell Autumn was listening dutifully and she motioned for me to go on while we continued to clean up. "Took job once to kill witch in small village. Turned out to be witch coven. Witches not happy I ruin ritual on important day to them. Witches so angry they turned me into this. Now curse make me monster and overwhelm me with need to find and impregnate women from time to time. Done this for very long now. Till met you." We had gathered all the wayward clothing now and I helped her slip her tunic back on and slide into her linen trousers.

"That's terrible," she empathized, "this harsh of a punishment just for disrupting one ritual? Good witches don't just curse people willy-nilly!" she harrumphed, crossing her arms and pouting. "I bet those stuck-up old bitches were just mad that their dry old cunts weren't getting pounded properly! A good witch coven would have seduced you with a hot steamy foursome and granted you a boon that would have easily made you forget whatever bounty money you were promised!" She stopped when she noticed my inquisitive gaze. "What! I'm not a witch! I just hear a lot of really good gossip!" I wasn't buying it. She knew I wasn't either. "Okay fine, I am a witch, but I was born in that village and my name is Autumn and I promise I'm a good witch!" I simply chuckled again and licked her affectionately on the cheek.

"I don't care what you are. I like you. First one to ever be nice or kind to me. Wouldn't give you up for anything. Come, cave not far from here. Sun setting soon, will get cold in forest without tough hide like mine." We continued on toward the cave I had mentioned, Autumn drawing close and sighing contentedly as she held my over-sized hand in hers as we trekked through the brush of the oak woods, the sun slowly sinking over the horizon. With just the last bit of daylight left we finally arrived at the base of a cliff that seemed to cut through the woods, the mouth of a cavern visible in the cliff-side. A waterfall to the right of the cavern entrance emptied into a pond and flowed into a stream that winded off into the forest.

"I love it!" Autumn announced as we approached the cavern mouth, "Perfect spot for our new love nest!" She grinned that grin of her again as she turned towards me. "Know what we're going to have to do a lot of though to really make it ours?" I shook my head. "Fuuuuuuk." she drew out the word and made a funny face as she did so, and I couldn't help but rumble out a laugh again. She joined in with my laughter and we finally entered the cave proper to inspect what would apparently become our new secret lair.

Admittedly I was a bit worried how Autumn would react to the interior, it really was a simple cavern inside, but she was true to her word and seemed perfectly happy through the entirety of my little guided tour. The entrance continued a few dozen paces into the cliff and then turned to the right into a large naturally formed chamber that I had essentially been using as a very large single room home. My simple bed made of leaves and brush laid empty in one corner and in the center of the room a crude circle of rocks formed a simple fireplace, charcoal remnants of used firewood evidence of my presence here. Tour concluded, I sat cross-legged at the campfire and Autumn quickly sat herself down upon my lap, her well cushioned posterior conforming to my crotch in a most wonderful way.

For a few minutes we sat there and Autumn began to outline some basic practical things we could do to begin furnishing the rather bare cavern. She had asked what I was skilled at other than 'breeding hot needy cunts' and I let her know that I was quite proficient at hunting. The curse that had so dramatically altered me had at least left me with a body that was well adapted to moving swiftly and silently, all the better to catch my prey whether it be a flighty buck or a nubile young athlete. With my hunting and her knowledge of herbalism and agriculture, Autumn reasoned that we could make some spare coin and even purchase occasional luxuries since she could handle all the business transactions.

Eventually, after a fair amount of scheming and planning, I asked her a question I'd been pondering on since I discovered she was a witch.

"Why I look like this? What did witches make me exactly?" Autumn furrowed her brow, and then stood to turn and get a good look at me.

"Well, the spell those dried up spinsters used is a real wild card. It's a tremendously powerful curse and part of the trade-off for that power is a lack of control. Without fail, it permanently curses someone with a monstrous form, but what form exactly is always somewhat random, almost like the magic itself is given leave to shape your body however it wants. In your case you're mostly humanoid but your legs and arms are longer, your muscles are like hardened steel and your skin is tough like strong leather."

She began to caress me now as she spoke, a soft and caring look in her eyes telling me she did not find me repulsive in any way. "The hair on your arms and legs has become thick like wolf fur and your finger and toenails are sharp enough to tear fabric and clothing, but short enough to allow fine manipulation. Your eyes are the most unchanged, I can see the razor-sharp intelligence of a veteran sell-sword in them as well as an unchained beast biding its time until the next hunt. Your face remains pale as I assume your skin once was, but your mouth and teeth and tongue are all larger than a normal man's."

She looked down and bit her lower lip, a sultry tone slithering into her voice, "Finally your sack has grown in both size and potency, the spell catapulting your cum production to inhuman levels and your cock..." She sank to her knees now and began to crawl towards me, reverently lifting my flaccid penis and examining it like a work of precious art. "Your spear has grown, the tip flaring out like that of a horse and the base swelling slightly like a dog's to keep females more easily locked to you while you fill their receptive oven with your powerful batter..."

"Funny pick of words." I gasped out as I grew quickly under her hands' ministrations.

"I'm hungry..." she growled in reply and promptly swallowed my cock, making me croon and squirm with pleasure. Dutifully, she forced more and more of my arousal into her throat, drool dripping down my shaft from her lips and tongue as she practically face-fucked herself with my monstrous manhood. With one hand holding me at the perfect angle for fellatio, she reached the other for my hefty jewel-bag and began to gently squeeze and juggle my orbs, the barrage of sensations she was expertly delivering upon me swiftly setting me off. I erupted in her mouth, at first the copious amount of cum bulging her cheeks till she began to swallow, hungrily gulping down mouthful after mouthful of my hot seed until after what seemed like eons I was totally spent. She pulled away, strands of spit and semen connecting her face to my cock, and sighed contentedly like she had just had the best meal of her life.

"Fuck, that was yummy. I know I said I was going to be feeding you, but it looks like we might have more of a mutual arrangement. Now, you just lay there and ride out your afterglow and let your right-hand woman fix up a perfect meal for you. We'll have to get a proper garden going for herbs and maybe buy some salt to preserve what ever meat you manage to hunt up, but I did bring a bit of trail food to make something far better than raw meat scorched on an open fire."

Obediently I laid back and watched her work as she opened her satchel and began preparing a simple meal. The smell of herbs and a true home-cooked meal struck me quite hard as I hadn't experienced it for so long. Even stronger than the smell of herbs though, a strange possessive feeling began to well up in me as I watched Autumn work. She was so beautiful and caring despite the fact that I had entered her home purely to force myself on her. She never screamed in terror at the sight of me or worse, gagged in disgust as what I had become. I had already accepted her fealty but it was now that I truly decided to care for her, to protect her from whatever threats came our way, to really fall in love with her. Whatever happened, our fates were tied now, our fortunes one and the same, our partnership unshakable. Finally, I was no longer alone, and Autumn's talk of a harem certainly intrigued me...