Victoria stood trembling before the creature that called itself General Morant. She tried desperately to make sense of what had happened, of what this beast had told her.
After a long, hard week of work she had climbed into bed in her small townhouse and gone to sleep late Friday night. Sometime later, assumably only an hour or so after she'd fallen asleep, she'd been awakened by a weird, golden light and soft humming filling her bedroom. Moments after she'd batted her sleepy eyes at this oddity the golden glow suddenly exploded in a blast of brilliant red after which she'd found herself here. In this weird place and in front of the animal now towering over her.
The place itself, Morant told her, was the world of Ecklo, a world filled by magic and in the turmoil of war. She had been transported to one of the many dining rooms of King Jafftel by the royal wizard as a reward for the General himself . . . Itself. It seemed that the General had recently led the king's army to victory in a great battle during which Morant himself . . . itself . . . had personally killed the enemy's greatest and most revered warrior with his bare hands.
And looking at the creature Victoria held little doubt of its boast.
It was huge, standing well over seven feet tall, with a massive chest, arms that reminded her of cannons, and hands that resembled baseball gloves. Despite its height its legs seemed short, its waist seemingly set low on its body. But the lower limbs looked just as powerful as its arms. In addition to its non-human dimensions, the reason she kept referring to it as "it" in her mind, was that it was covered completely with fur. A collage of grays, light browns and deep, dark blacks covered its entire body.
Then there was its head and face, which were just as coated by the fur as the rest of him. Its features were sharp and well defined, starting with a solid chin which jutted out just slightly below a mouth that was something between a cat-like snout and a human mouth. The high, strong forehead and short, pointy ears, set toward the top sides of its head, were tinged and edged by the blackest of fur. At the center of all this sat a wide, firm nose with flaring nostrils. Then there was the eyes, wide, curved slits filled by extremely bright white surrounding round, shimmering gold pupils.
And they were staring at her intently, sliding slowly up and down over her body with a hunger in them that she knew well.
Along with the magical transportation to this off kilter world in which she found herself, the royal wizard had seen fit to change her clothing as well. Instead of her usual sleeping attire of a big, loose t-shirt and panties, which she'd gone to bed in, she was wearing a short peasant dress which reminded her of something from the middle ages, or at least the movie versions of such. The sleeves were poofy and short, barely reaching her biceps. The top of it dipped down and ran straight across her breasts, the white, tied shut material hugging the mounds and leaving the tops exposed. From there the material was a small checker pattern and clung into her waist before puffing outward in a skirt that barely reached her knees. Without actually reaching under the dress and feeling around she could also tell she was braless and her normal panties had been replaced by a pair that were much smaller, skimpier and tighter.
And on top of all of this her hair was not hanging loose and free as it had been when she'd climbed beneath her covers, but was now pulled back and held in a loose pony tail.
Together her and Morant stood inside a large, open room with massive rock walls decorated by numerous sconces holding flickering candles. The floor was also stone, but smoother and polished, with several large, decorative rugs scattered about. Near the center set a wooden table twenty feet long and six feet wide with several high backed, wide seated chairs around it. In the walls were bare open windows, high off the floor, and two large wooden doors through one of which she had watched the creature enter the room, his . . . its . . . size filling even that large of opening. In one wall, behind her at present, sat a huge fireplace filled by powerful flames, the fingers of it snapping and dancing. And a short distance to the right of this lay a pile of large, fur covered pillows looking both comfortable and inviting.
"I could have chosen several woman from your world as my reward," it told her, its voice deep, firm. "But I chose you. I chose you not only because of your beauty, but because of your strength."
"Yea, well, thanks," she replied, forcing herself to stand straight and rigid, looking up into its face. "But I don't think I'm interested. You just aren't my type, ya know."
Her response brought a heavy chuckle from the throat of the creature, its lips curled up in an amused grin.
"It is not for you to make that decision," it smirked. "You do not have a say in the matter."
With that it took a single step forward. His approach made Victoria shiver with fear and she found herself stepping back away from it.
"You are my reward and I mean to have it," Morant told her.
He stepped forward again. Victoria took another step backwards as well. The heat from the fire behind her increased, she felt it starting to sting.
"Come here wench!" Morant suddenly growled.
With lightning speed it reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward it and causing her to loose her balance for a moment. It drew her to it, pulling her to within a couple short feet of it. With fear filled eyes she looked up into its face, saw the hunger in its eyes growing, saw its thick tongue lick at its lips.
In her peripheral vision she saw its other arm move, saw that hand coming up and forward. A second later the meaty, fur covered appendage was cupping one of her breasts through the dress she wore, its powerful fingers gently squeezing her soft mound.
A shudder ran through Victoria's mind as this lone action confirmed the fears she'd been having but until now had not been confirmed. The creature meant to ravage her, meant to have its way with her body. That was its reward, just as she had feared, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. The thing was too large, too strong and powerful for her to stop it from doing whatever it might desire. She could only hope and pray that the beast would not literally devour her afterwards.
Standing there, her shaking legs holding her balance precariously, she felt the hand cupping and squeezing her breast, felt the force of its fingers being withheld as it gently massaged her hidden mound. The other hand, the one holding her arm, was also gripping her with restrained strength, making sure she didn't flee but not hurting her. Its eyes were glued on her chest, watching the manipulations of its hand and the ample cleavage being displayed by the dress.
"It has been so long," it moaned deep in its throat. "So very long."
Victoria wasn't really sure what it meant by that, but she believe she knew the feeling. It had been a long time for her too. Months since she had felt the love of a man, had tasted a cock or felt hard flesh penetrating her sex. So long in fact that even this thing's attentions were starting to effect her.
