Doom Story Update

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“First you, then your whole base,” Andreas snarled. “Come on!”

She met his challenge with a demonic growl, closing the distance between them in a blink. She seized him by the shoulders, tossing him like a sack of bricks across the room. One of the lounges snapped in twain as he landed upon its back, but even that wasn’t enough to dissuade the mortal, his eyes glaring up at her as he rose from the ground, wiping the blood from his face.

She held back as Andreas worked up the strength to stand, grinning down at him as he came at her, knife slashing. He interspersed his weapon strikes with punches from his fists, and while his initiative was punishing, she was a Baron of Hell, and a swift kick to his stomach knocked the wind out of him, and a follow-up grab of his neck got her control of the fight.

“I have you now,” she breathed, her head snapping to the left as Andreas decked her in the face. “You just never give up, don’t you?”

“You like that, don’t you Sharrya?” he replied, a cocky grin on his face. A shiver coursed through her upon hearing her own name. Nobody had ever referred to her in such a familiar way since her childhood tormentors.

“Yes,” she grumbled. “I like your spirit, I like your tenacity, I like your everything. I cannot seem to banish you from my thoughts.”

“I’ve got that effect on chicks,” he said, his grin remaining even as she dangled his feet above the floor.

“Then allow me to return the favour,” she said, wetting he lips with her tongue. “You shall get to see what effect I have on those I find… intoxicating.”

Holding him like a freshly-won prize, she sauntered towards the bed, the real Sharrya upping the pace of her rubbing as her excitement crossed a new threshold. She’d always held an inkling of fascination for alien biology, yet she had never considered such deliciously taboo acts until she first set eyes on the human form.

Unlike most of the strange lifeforms that inhabited the Universe, human body plans were familiar in some ways, but also exotic in others. They were furry all over, with skin that was as soft as bedsheets, their endearing height putting them at roughly waist-level to a Baron.

She tossed Andreas onto the mattress, the human scrambling away as she brought one knee onto the bed, then the other. Putting on the air of a hunting predator, she crawled over the sheets on all fours, sliding over his body until she could plant her hands above his shoulders, trapping him within her limbs.

“Nowhere left to run,” she cooed, his breath washing over her face as she leered over him. “I said you would be mine, did I not?”

The true length of her tusks exposed as she smiled down at him, Andreas turning his head away as he braced for the oncoming bite, inadvertently exposing his neck. Sharrya brought her face to his, glancing his flesh with her pink tongue, his taste making her shudder. His salty perspiration was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she craved more of it for some reason.

She followed the lick with a more tender bite, her tusks pinching into his skin, leaving red marks that almost drew blood, Andreas’ breathing growing unsteady.

“So tender,” she whispered. “I should bite you on every inch of your body, pay you back for all the suffrage you’ve caused. Unless you’re into such kinks, hmm?”

“Fuck you,” he snarled, writhing in her bed as she grazed his cheek with her tongue. Her bed. At last, she had another to share the seat of her cathedral. No longer would she brood in this room in unbecoming isolation.

“Fuck me?” she echoed. “So forward. Let’s not race to the finish line just yet. I must sate some curiosities first…”

She turned her attention to his chest, straddling his waist as she gripped the two ends of the armour. She ripped it off like she was tearing off a band aid, and while the armour was probably more complex to get in and out of, this was her fantasy, and it demanded his undressing.

His hairy chest exposed, Sharrya chuckled like a girl unwrapping a present as she admired his scars, a trait she found admirable in male bodies. Andreas shivered as she raked his skin with her claws, his muscles flexing beneath her claws. His smaller frame meant he was so very receptive, it was downright adorable.

She tested his arms by curling them in her hands, dream-Andreas offering no resistance to her examinations. His biceps were a little bigger than they really were, but she’d long abandoned such realities, her attentions soon lowering to his waist.

She’d seen drawings of human anatomy, there was a copy of said illustration in the writing desk in this very room (inside the locked compartment of course. Can never be too careful). Human members were comprised of smooth skin, slightly curved, with a head shaped somewhat like a helmet.

Sitting on his legs, she gauged his reaction as she touched his tip between her thumb and index, rubbing it between her fingers and making the human twitch. He averted from her gaze, staring of at some feature of the room while she grappled with his slightly squishy rod.

“You look so cute when you resist me,” she cooed, her fingers – both real and imagined – moving faster as a bead of fluid appeared at the slit on his tip. “How long can you keep fighting, I wonder?”

He shot her a hateful look, and she laughed, moving further down his legs until her rump settled on his feet. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she leaned down, gracing his alien cock with a soft kiss, making sure her tusks were kept clear. This was a prize she did not want to ruin.

Andreas made a sound that was something between a curse and a growl, Sharrya crawling her lips down and sealing his tip within her mouth. As much as she craved Andreas’ spirit, it was both a challenge and an aphrodisiac. She wanted to break him, make him reciprocate her interest. How she longed to be the target of someone else’s attentions…

Like his flesh, the drops of his excitement were like fine wine on her tastebuds, Sharrya lapping them up with her tongue as she subjected him to her attentions. Her chambers were filled with the sounds of her slurping and his sighs, Sharrya reaching up with her free hand to draw the bed curtains. It wasn’t that they needed the privacy, but something about the restrictive drapes helped to seal them in her own little world.

She shivered as two hands placed themselves on the base of her horns, Sharrya chuckling around his length as she saw Andreas reaching for her. She rewarded his compliance by cupping a hand around the two sacks dangling below his rod, the orbs especially sensitive if his groans were any proof.

She wanted him to pull her horns, and he obeyed her silent request, shivers roiling through her skull as he pulled her down his length, taking more of his flesh into her throat.

When she felt his rising need, she relented, sliding away form his member with a slick pop, wiping the saliva from her lips as Andreas frowned up at her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “I’ve shown you my appreciation, now it’s your turn…”

Indecision wracked his features as she slid up the bedsheets once again, her furry thighs settling on either side of his head, her naked crotch meeting his face. His cheeks blushed as she stroked his fuzzy hair, his hot breath warming her sensitive mound.

“You think I’m going to… service you?” he asked, his doubtful tone betrayed by his curious looks at her abs and thighs.

“I don’t think, I know. You’ve admired me since we first met, I’ve seen it. My body is a work of envy compared to your human women, and I’m all but giving it to you.”

She could see his arousal for her was overpowering his pensiveness, and eventually it won out, Sharrya uttering a comely whine as he kissed her between her rows of abs. His tongue may be sharp in life, but in her dream it was wonderfully smooth as it traced the channels of her flesh.

“You’re… You’re right,” he muttered, his lips moving to plant a sucking hiss on her hip. “For once,” he added in an attempt to save face. “It’s been tough trying to fight a gorgeous cunt like you. Dick and brain are always arguing.”

“Argue no longer,” she said. “Let your base desires run wild, mortal.”

Now she was the one twitching as his lips glanced her mound, Andreas tasting the fluffy fur protecting the treasure between her legs. His fingers clutched over her thighs from below, his digits sinking into her coat. Without claws, he could be as rough as he wanted, Andreas failing to disappoint as he groped and seized her ample cheeks.

There was a wonderful timeframe of teasing as Andreas mouthed around her loins, his tongue occasionally glancing the edge of her sopping lips, her furry legs of particular interest in him. She’d always kept her coat in pristine condition, washing it before every endevour into the field, and she knew Andreas couldn’t resist its texture. Surely he was interested in how it felt? She might even indulge him if he ever asked…

Sharrya had never been given head before, it wasn’t something Baron’s could do comfortably with their tusks, but she could imagine having that warm, smooth organ brushing her sensitive depths, his organ more flexible than a cock could ever be. How wonderful it would be to feel it curling against her walls, drawing shapes that would send send her plummeting into a mewling mess. What would she experience if such a silky-smooth thing were to glance her clitoris? Nothing short of bliss, no doubt…

She let her depraved thoughts go wild as she considered what else this clawless, fangless human could do with her. Scratch that, for her, she wasn’t about to let a mortal make her his plaything, although her wild imaginings put doubts on the matter.

Sharrya pushed the pad of her finger into her clitoris, Andreas mirroring her intents as his questing organ lapped at her hood of flesh. She flipped over until she was laying face-first against the mattress, mumbling into a pillow as she ground her hips against her hand.

The movement took her briefly out of her fantasy, and when she returned, things had changed. Andreas had reversed their positions, their waists lined up, her knees towering beside his head as he thrust between her legs, his hands roaming all over her belly and chest.

This was madness. The little human didn’t have the strength to put her on her back… did he? Their bout in that decayed park was a firm reminder that such a thing wasn’t completely out of the question.

Andreas gripped her hips tightly as he mounted her, his pistoning hips causing her to physically move up the bed. An aching need rose up through her core, her tunnel shaking with the anticipation of the nearing finale.

Her imagined moans joined with Andreas’ in a tumult of discarded inhibitions, the pair mating in an earnest that even made the Baroness’ cheeks blush. That surge in her nethers bloomed into a body-wide quake, Sharrya’s mouth opening to let slip a gasp as her orgasm took over her faculties. The illusion shattered as she stared holes into the cushions, the first wave of her climax shocked every muscle in her waist and stomach.

A furious stroke of her finger prolonged her bliss, Sharrya snorting like a beast as she lost control of her faculties, beads of green flame blooming between her fingers. It was a good thing she was immune to her own powers, or she’d be in a world of pain and humiliation.

Tension gave way to soothing relief as her orgasm eased away, the Baroness collapsing into the bed, trying to envision the feeling of having Andreas’ load entering her quivering womb, such decadence making her eyes roll behind her closed eyelids.

She must have sat there for minutes before she worked up the will to come to, Sharrya planting her hooves on the tiles as she sat up on the bed’s edge. Her hand felt glued to her nethers, Sharrya raising her arm to see her own nectar webbing her digits.

Satisfaction bloomed through her, but it was tinged with embarrassment. Her high standards had kept her from falling into obscurity, what was she thinking, fantasising about bedding with a mortal? She could have anyone! Her servants would come to her like dogs obeying their master if she wished to be bedded. She’d spent too much time on this world…

And yet, she didn’t want loyal dogs, she wanted… something more. Andreas was stubborn, strong, but there was more to it than shallow observations. He’d taken the time out of his day to talk with her, he knew things about her, and likewise, she knew things about him. The seeds of a connection had been sown.

If she could get him alone again, make him give her more mental stimulation, she may be able to get her thoughts in order. She would have to spread word that he was not to be harmed, but subdued. Such orders would need a good explanation, but for now, Sharrya settled back on the sheets, pulling the covers over her half-naked body. Six hours of rest. That should help settle her frazzled mind.