The next couple of hours were very strange to me. I know I masturbated a long time, bringing a torrid pinch to my engorged nipples and furiously frigging my equally hungry quoint.

The friction brought me off dozens of times, yet still my clit beckoned more, and I felt only longing.

I sat up and arranged myself, leaving my hair in the bow.

Then I brought out the finest weapon in my arsenal; a black corset with red trim, custom fit to lift my bulky bosom and serve it up as an exquisite seal to any sexual endeavor.

As I skillfully wobbled my watermelons into the cups, I could hear the sounds of a scuffle growing closer.

I had just tied the last of the lace as a guard flew past my doorway.

Stepping out I beheld the beast, steam coming from his nose in shallow bursts.

The hallway was littered by dozens of mangled men, yet the aftermath of whatever battle had taken place here was a far greater testament to the Myrnotor’s control rather than his strength. Each groaning man was alive.

“Lady Ailara.” Came that mega-bass.

“And what shall I call you?” I asked.

“Oluth.” He replied.

“Oluth.” I repeated, tasting the name on my tongue, and liking the flavor. “What will you do now?”

“I go to pay my farewell to your little lord, then I am going to start heading for my home.”

“This I simply must see.”

He shrugged his indifference as he rolled down the hallway, forcing me to run in order to keep up.

It was so much a struggle to fight myself into the bustier cups, that I ended up crashing into his legs from inattention to where he had stopped.

We stood now in my husband’s court, the little bastard sitting smugly on his great chair, four archers training crossbows on Oluth.

“Release my wife and yield to me or die.”

“No.” Said the bull-man, his tone level, yet with such power behind it I could almost feel the hair on every arm rising, the shriveling of every testicle in fear.

My husband gaped, and totally unable to deal with his real fear, turned instead to me.

“How could you tempt this monster from it’s Kairish hold? You little slut!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Dearest darling most adorable fucking moron,” I dripped sweet, sarcastic venom in my tone. “Kairish training doesn’t work on thinking, intelligent creatures. It would be more likely to work on you!”

“His kind are stupid beasts!” My lord said stubbornly.

I began to retort, but Oluth cut in. “Whatever I am ignorant man, and beautiful but whorish woman, I will take my leave of your home now or ruin you if you try to stop me.

My husband smiled smugly, looking to the crossbowmen.

“Fire.” He intoned.

Launching into a whirl of more speed than I could imagine from so massive a creature, he neatly ducked one bolt, a meaty hand slapping another from the air, and a third ricocheting from an expertly-placed horn

I lifted my arms and winced as the fourth suddenly flew wild, narrowly missing his neck.

In two great strides Oluth was seizing two archers by their wrists and flinging them like clubs into the next men. For good measure he slammed him impromptu weapons together before mercifully releasing them to the floor.

My twisted husband whimpered and fell back over his chair.

“Thank you for your hospitality.” Spat Oluth.

I charged forward and trousered the little man, exposing his wannabe manhood for all. It was smaller than Oluth’s pinky, and at the moment rock hard; who knows, why.

Oluth and I shared a laugh.

“How do you pleasure your woman?” Oluth asked, with some genuine curiosity. “Her nostrils?”

“just go.” My defeated husband whispered, making no effort to clothe himself as he crept from the room, weeping silently.

Oluth turned to leave, and had gotten four huge strides before he found me blocking the way.

“Take me with you.” I said.

He cocked his head at me.

“No.”

“I can’t just stay here. He’s insane!” I said, pointing the direction my husband had gone.

“But you’ve known that for some time, haven’t you?”

Chided Oluth.

“Yes, but that was before…”

“Before what?”

“Before I saw your… Ab, uhh, I saw you.”

He smirked, seeming to know I had not really misspoken.

“If I leave you here, I can depart freely. Take you with me, and he’ll keep hunting me to get you back. Possibly with help from authorities far more dangerous than he. Now why should I risk that?”

I put my hands behind my back and arched it, thrusting my gigantic jubbles out as I spoke.

“I’ll let you fuck me if you do.”

“Now what makes you think I—“ He started.

But I’d reached my breaking point.

“LISTEN, you two-ton meatpile of gorgeous beast and hot hot man, let me clarify! I am going to fuck you, and we are going to leave together. Do you understand?”

My growling voice filled the room for a moment, and I clenched my fists, angrily panting.

Oluth seemed somewhat taken aback, and shifted a leg.

“Wait, Ailara, I—“

with a little scream I launched forward. Taking one step and leaping up I slammed into his mass, locking my legs around his torso.

I bared my teeth and moved my head in for attack, trapping his lower lip between my plush, purple stained ones. I sucked his lip hard, even nibbling it gently with my teeth a little before releasing the hold and plunging forward once again, force feeding him my hot pink tongue.

Now his shock turned to something else as he returned my kiss. I was surprised how human his mouth felt, despite being in such a different shape.