The Barmaid
There was a beastman in the village.
Despite his claims that he was just passing through, the townsfolk were careful to hide their wives and daughters away. The occupation hadn’t been so long ago, after all; at night, in the dark, when the drink was flowing freely, the men of the village still told tales of beastman raids and stolen virtues.
Felicia had no husband or father to hide her away. An affair with the baron’s son had left her pregnant; the babe was stillborn, but the damage was done. Everyone in the village knew she was indecent. Ruined.
She worked at the tavern, dodging rough hands and salacious comments as she served the customers their food and drink. The night the beastman arrived, the innkeeper took Felicia aside.
“He’s out in the stables,” he said in a low, conspiratorial mutter; Felicia didn’t need to ask who “he” was. A tray was pushed across the bar, containing a tankard of ale and a bowl of stew. “Take these out to him.”
Felicia wasn’t keen to walk all the way out to the stables this time of night. “Why not just let him in?”
The innkeeper gave her a long, flat look.
“Right,” Felicia sighed, and took the tray off the bar. Her heart fluttered a little as she made her way across the courtyard to the stables.
The beastman lounged across a pile of hay bales tucked into one corner, arms and knees indolently spread. He was at least a head taller than any man in the village, powerfully muscled, with coarse fur across his broad shoulders and thick thighs. There was something catlike in his face—the prominent brow, the flat, dark nose, the fangs peeking from between his full lips. He was nearly naked, wearing only a rough kilt wrapped around his waist, and Felicia couldn’t help imagining what was beneath it.
His eyes, yellow and slitted, wandered freely over Felicia’s voluptuous body in turn.
“I have your dinner here,” she said, flushing a little, and stepped forward to set the tray down on the floor next to the beastman.
As she rose, a huge, warm hand wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place.
Felicia froze. The beastman’s lips had curved into a wicked smile, showing off his long fangs. He held up his other hand; between his thick fingers, tipped in blunt claws, was a small silver coin.
She reached for it, but the beastman’s hand twitched away, holding the coin just slightly out of her reach.
“First,” he rumbled, his voice deep and rich, “give me a kiss.”
Felicia hesitated, but her eyes didn’t stray from the coin. She nodded.
The beastman leaned forward; even with him sitting, Felicia had to bend only a little to meet him. She brushed her lips lightly over his; they were surprisingly soft.
Before she could draw back, the beastman dropped the coin, grabbed a handful of her hair, close to her scalp, and dragged her in again. He crushed his lips to Felicia’s, fangs nipping lightly at her lower lip; when she gasped, it was quickly muffled by the press of his thick, wet tongue into her mouth. He lingered there for a long moment, exploring her thoroughly, and a whimper escaped Felicia’s throat.
The beastman’s other hand released her wrist and moved to her chest instead, his warm, rough palm closing over one of her ample breasts, squeezing it.
With a sharp gasp, Felicia pulled away. The beastman grabbed her wrist again and pulled her back in, drawing her hand down until it was pressed to his groin.
Felicia could feel the shape of his cock through the kilt; he was hard, the rigid flesh hot even through the fabric. Her hand drifted, mapping out the shape of him, and she moaned softly as she realized just how long his cock was—how thick.
The beastman groaned and released Felicia’s hair to tug at the neckline of her blouse, drawing it down to bare her breasts. His touch was rough over her naked skin, his grip firm as he rolled one of her breasts in his hand, thumb flicking idly over Felicia’s nipple and sending a shock of sensation down into the pit of her belly.
Felicia fumbled at the beastman’s kilt, pushing fabric aside until his cock sprang free. It was just as thick as promised; her fingers closed around its girth, but just barely. She stroked slowly from the base of the beastman’s cock to its tip, feeling his pulse thudding against her palm.
“Give me your mouth,” the beastman growled, and pushed at Felicia’s shoulder until she fell to her knees between his spread thighs. His cock bobbed eagerly in front of her face, and she leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head.
The beastman groaned, the sound of it rumbling through Felicia’s whole body. His hand returned to her hair, fist clenched around a rough handful as he pushed her head down, his cock pushing deeper into her mouth. The thick head slid heavily over her tongue, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. The salt-musk taste of him burst over Felicia’s palate.
Then his cockhead was nudging the back of her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from gagging a little. Saliva welled up in her mouth, drooling out around the tight stretch of her lips as she worked them up and down his shaft, tongue dragging hungrily over velvet skin.
Even filling her mouth to its limit, the beastman’s cock was only halfway in. Felicia stroked the base of his shaft with her hand, muffled moans escaping around the hot flesh in her mouth every time she took him deep,
Her cunt ached with arousal. She fumbled her free hand beneath her skirts, dragging her fingers between her soaked, twitching folds, rolling her fingers over her swollen clit. Her channel clenched around nothing, begging to be touched, and Felicia pushed her fingers inside, palm grinding against her clit.
It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her.
Felicia dragged her mouth off the beastman’s cock with a ragged gasp, a trail of saliva stretching between her lower lip and the head of his cock. “Fuck me,” she moaned, breathlessly desperate.
Possessive lust flared in the beastman’s eyes, but he hesitated. “If I do that,” he warned her, “you’ll be mine. I’ll take you from this place and you’ll never come back.”
“I don’t care,” Felicia replied, without a moment’s thought. “I hate it here. Please, please fuck me.”
The beastman’s fingers tightened in Felicia’s hair; with a low growl, he dragged her up into a deep, hungry kiss. Then both of his hands were on her waist, and he rolled her down into the haybales.
He tore at her dress with blunt claws, ripping it from her body until she was lying naked beneath him. Then he gripped her knees, spreading her thighs apart, the immense breadth of his body pushing between them. His cock anded heavily over her mound, huge and hot against the soft skin of her belly, and she moaned eagerly.
The beastman took his cock in hand, dragging the broad, blunt head through Felicia’s slit. It parted easily for him, flushed and slick, making lurid wet noises with each pass of his cockhead.
Then he was pushing against her entrance, the pressure immense as the head cleaved her open. He drove forward in one unstoppable rush, seating his cock inside her all the way down to the base, his pendulous balls slapping against her cunt.
Felicia wailed, clutching tightly at the beastman’s enormous arms. His pulse thundered against her straining walls, hot hard flesh stretching her wide, filling her so deeply she could feel him in the pit of her belly. She’d never felt so full.
She loved it.
The beastman didn’t hesitate for a moment, his cock drawing back only briefly before slamming back in, again and again. Felicia’s arms went around the beastman’s neck, holding him to her as he grunted and groaned, his weight pinning her down as his hips thudded into hers. Her head dropped back against the haybales, every breath leaving her in a screaming moan as the heavy girth of the beastman’s cock filled her, the thick ridge of his cockhead dragging against something inside her that sent unbearable pleasure swelling up into her core.
“That’s it,” the beastman panted. “Let them hear you.”
With a jolt, Felicia remembered that the back of the stables shared a wall with the tavern’s common room. Everyone inside—all the men who’d been leering at her all night—could hear what was happening right now.
“Every man in that tavern wanted to fuck you,” the beastman went on. “I could smell it on them. But here you are, legs spread for me.”
Felicia came in a sudden, breathless rush, thighs trembling, cunt fluttering around the solid, immovable weight of the beastman’s cock inside her. A reverent groan rumbled up through his chest as she clenched around him; his strong hands hooked beneath her knees, pushing them up, keeping her spread and pinned as he rammed into her.
He was panting like a raging bull, nostrils flaring as his cock hammered into Felicia’s still-twitching cunt, drawing out her climax as he chased his own. Felicia was overcome with sensation, helpless and wailing as the beastman used her—and then he shoved deep, hilting himself inside her once again with a loud, satisfied grunt. His cock pulsed and twitched against her walls; his balls clenched in rhythmic spasms where they were pressed tight to her cunt.
With a contented groan, the beastman collapsed over Felicia, his immense weight crushing her into the straw. There was a slow, thick, seeping sensation where the beastman’s cock wa still shoved inside her—his spend, leaking out of her.
Felicia had just let a beastman ravage her, and she couldn’t be more content. That night, she fell asleep in his arms.
By dawn the next morning, the beastman was gone—and so was she.
