. High in the Himalayan Mountains, Ilyana scales the
frozen cliffs. Watching her climb, you wouldn't have
recognized her. Bundled in her thick coat, from a distance
she looked like a small black beetle crawling it's way up a
frozen mound. She had no safety gear of any kind, just a
small pick axe in each hand which she dug them into the ice
and braced herself against the freezing wind, then when it
subdued, she continued climbing with the speed of a champion.
Near the mountain's peak, she came to a summit where her prey
waited unsuspecting. Cread was a large, ferocious monster. He
had dragon red skin, large powerful wings and long
dangerously sharp curved horns. For centuries his kind were
mistaken for demons. He sat in the flat pocket of the small
summit, his wings draped over his shoulders like a blanket,
happily chewing. In his left hand he held a human leg and
watched as Ilyana quickly climbed over the ledge and onto his
summit.
"Drumstick?" He said holding the leg in her direction as
she walked towards him. His voice was deep and booming. He
barely had to raise it over the wind. Ilyana waited until it
died down before answering.
"No. Thank you." She said seriously and pulled her heavy
thick coat from her shoulders. She dropped it in the snow and
plunked the two pick axes on top of it so it wouldn't blow
away. Underneath the coat she wasn't wearing much in the way
of clothing; a thin loin cloth with the decorative
identifications of her tribe and a pair of gladiator style
sandals. Weapons, however were a different story. She had a
Large assault rifle strapped to the front of her chest and a
sword in a sheath on her back. A small sub machine gun sat in
the harness on her left hip while a large fully automatic
rifle was on her right hip. A large military style knife was
strapped to her right calf and small daggers and throwing
knives waited in thin leather belts around her torso. "I'm
here because I've been hired to kill you."
"Bummer." Cread said and bit the thigh of the leg off.
Ilyana had a beautifully soft face, a ridiculously curvy body
and large soft breasts. Her dark brown hair was pulled back
into a tail and her elven ears were the longest and sharpest
Cread had ever seen. He was impressed to the point of being
smitten with her. "Do you mind if I ask why?"
"I didn't ask." She stood facing him, listening to the
sound of bones crunching as he chewed. "But they said
something about you eating people."
Cread popped the end of his meal into his mouth and shook his
head, talking to himself with his mouth full. "I wonder if
any cows are offering money to take out humans."
Ilyana didn't respond. She kept her eyes fixed on the large
red creature as he swallowed the last bite of his meal with a
gulp.
"Oh, what?" He said with frustration. "I read the
papers. Last month, a man in New York ate another man's face,
so don't give me that more evolved species garbage."
"Take it down a notch, cheif." She responded calmly.
"Check the ears and you'll see I'm elf, not human. I don't
care if you make baby stew for dinner every night. I'm just
here to earn a pay check."
She balled her fist and sprawled her fingers, keeping her
hands ready and moving in the bitter cold. Cread watched as a
snow flake landed on one of her large erect nipples and
smiled.
"How exactly do you plan on killing me, little one?"
"First, I was going to shoot you a lot, just incase you
tried to fly away." She replied. "Then I was going to chop
your head off, just to be sure."
Cread planted one of his big feet in the snow then placed a
hand on his knee and stood. He wings unfolded tossing snow
into the air behind him as he stretched his muscular arms and
yawned. He towered over her and she squeezed the grip of her
assault rifle with one hand while unclipping it from its
strap with the other. Her face was calm and determined as the
monster looked into her bright blue eyes.
"You're pretty sure of yourself." He commented.
"Kind of a must if you go into the monster hunting
business." She gripped the underside of the gun barrel and
waited for him to make a move. His wings curled behind him,
and she watched them for signs that he would take to the air.
"Any chance I could get a dying wish, before you take me
out?" He asked playfully. She paused and studied him
apprehensively.
"What did you have in mind?" She finally asked, inching
the barrel of her gun into a more offensive position.
"I guess a blow job is out of the question."
"Interesting strategy." She raised a brow and pointed
the rifle at him. Cread stood with his arms loosely at his
side, as if he had nothing to fear from her. "You push the
back of my head my while I'm deep throating you and choke me
to death with your cock." She joked looking though her
sights. "I'm not falling for that one again."
The monster laughed. Ilyana couldn't help glancing down at
his penis. It was thick and dark red; even soft it looked
bigger than anything that would fit inside her. She was
distracted. Even as she kept the gun trained on him, she was
wondering how it would feel to have a piece of flesh that
large throbbing inside her.
"I have no doubt you can kill me." He said stepping
towards her. "You've free climbed to a place I can barely fly
to..." She readied her finger on the trigger and the monster
stopped a few feet away from her. "And any other elf would be
a popsicle in that outfit."
She could feel warmth radiating from his body. It was
soothing and seductive, she had to resist the urge to move
closer to him.
"Is this how you lure you victims?" She asked. The end
of her rifle dipped slightly and Cread spread his wings. I
the second it took her to recenter her aim and squeeze, he
closed his wings in front of him. The barrage of bullets dug
it's way into the thick skin of his wings. The rifle clicked
as its ammo ran out. Ilyana dropped the large rifle and
pulled the sub machine gun from her hip waiting for Cread to
make his next move. He stepped back and slowly flapped his
wings, drop of blood falling and freezing in the snow around
his feet.
"It doesn't have to be this way." He grunted, his voice
rumbling with pain. His wings hung limply behind him and the
elf watched as his wounds began to slowly close. She knew he
was playing for time. She raised the gun at him. "Suppose I
get lucky during the fight and break one of your arms or
legs. That's a long painful trip down the mountain for you."
"Comes with the job." She said plainly slowly stepping
towards him, hoping to get close enough to feel the warmth he
radiated. She was physically strong and extremely
disciplined, but the cold was starting to get to her. Cread
knew despite his size, this was his only advantage.
"I bet you wish there was a way you could get all that
gear on the outside of that heavy coat and still move, right
now. You've got to be freezing."
"You're right. So let's wrap this up." She squeezed the
trigger spraying bullets again. The large monster lunged from
the summit and over the ledge. Ilyana ran to the ledge and
pointed her gun down the cliff, but saw nothing but ice.
Behind her, Cread climbed back onto the summit where she had
first appeared.
"Over here." He held up her coat and climbing axes in
his large hand and threw them into the wind.
The small elf watched as they tumbled down the frozen cliffs
and out of sight. "You can kill me, but this fight won't be
over quickly, and you may not survive the trip down the
mountain." His wings still dipped blood, but they were
healing fast. Ilyana wanted to shiver as she pointed the gun
at him and considered her options. He approached her again,
but this time she put the gun back into it's holster. She let
him move in and felt his heat bath her skin. Just before he
was in reaching distance, she pulled the sword from her back.
"You're pretty smart for a monster." She stood ready to
strike. "Without that coat, your body is the only thing on
this mountain that will keep me from eventually freezing to
death. I know you're buying time for your wings to heal, but
go ahead and tell me why I shouldn't just wear your skin
home."
He slowly reached out a hand and gently pushed the blade of
her sword downward. She tried to raise it, but couldn't. The
harsh wind howled with freezing fury, but she felt as if she
were sun bathing on the coast. She told herself that he could
bring a crushing blow down on her, but she couldn't keep her
mind focused. Cread's low rumbling voice was hypnotic.
"Put your weapons away and stay close to me until my
wings heal and I will fly you home safe and sound."
"How do I know you won't kill me?" Ilyana's will was
being bent, and it could be heard in her voice. Cread turned
from her and stepped away. She followed, staying close enough
to keep warm and the beast smiled.
"Do you know I haven't seen another of my kind for
almost one hundred years?"
Cread's spell faded and Ilyana stepped back tightening her
grip on her sword.
"The endangered species card. You got more sympathy out
of the humans are cattle argument."
"That's not where I was going," he chuckled. "I'm just
saying that ninety four years is a long time to go without
sex and the moment you took off that coat, killing you was
the furthest thing from my mind."
She wasn't sure how to respond. She gripped her sword and
looked him up and down. His face seemed sincere, but she knew
she was being heavily influenced by the strange warmth that
radiated from him. "Ninety four years you say?"
"Once, centuries ago, I tried to have sex with a human.
Let's just say it ended messy.
Since the humans started their crusade against any species
they couldn't eat or use for labor, I've been on one hell of
a dry spell."
"Give me one good reason I should believe any of this."
She raised her sword and stepped away from him into the cold.
Her bare nipples erected upwards in the freezing wind. As her
mind cleared, she shook her head and assumed a more
aggressive posture. Cread folded his arms and looked at
Ilyana. His large red penis fluttered to life and began
growing.
"I've been concentrating hard on not letting that happen
since you dropped your coat."
The elf blushed. She tried to look away, but was fascinated.
Cread's beastly penis stretched and grew as it lifted itself.
Muscles flexed and swelled as the slightly triangular shaped
head bent upwards and mushroomed. His shaft had bumpy ridges
but looked much more fleshy than the hard skin of his hip it
extended from. He watched her watching him and closed in on
her again. As the warmth overtook her again, she slowly, as
if fighting the urge, put her sword back into the sheath on
her back. He unfolded his arms and she slowly put her small
hand into his. She left herself succumb to the affects of his
warmth and without thinking, wrapped her arms around his
large torso. As an elf, she was smaller than the average
human and the top of her head barely reached the bottom of
his chest. The skin of his penis brushed against her breast
and viens bulged when their skin made contact.
"I had a feeling if you could free climb to this
altitude, you might be physically strong enough to take a
penis this size with breaking. Was I right?"
"Hmm, let's see..." She was still holding his hand and
squeezed it hard enough to make him yelp. "I think the
question is, if I orgasm with you inside me, will I pop your
penis like a water balloon?" She moved so that the head of
his penis was between her large breasts and looked up at him.
"It's a shame, though. I like your horns."
"What?" Cread asked looking down, wanting to spray his
hot sticky cum all over her face and chest.
"Your horns..." She repeated playfully, "I was thinking
about hollowing out you skull and wearing as a mask next time
I hunt."
Before he had a chance to respond, she pushed her large soft
breasts together and squeezed the head of his penis between
them. As she moved them up and down around his cock, he felt
leather against the skin of his penis.
"Since were not going to fight to the death, how about
taking off the gear."
She looked up at him apprehensively, then smiled.
"What's your name?" She said as she undid buckles and
dropped her gear to the snow covered ground.
"Cread," Said the warm red monster, "But I haven't heard
anyone call me by name for a very long time."
"Do your job right, and you might hear somewhat
screaming it from a mountain top." She unfastened her loin
cloth and let it fall. Rubbing her pussy, she bit her lip,
then gave him a sensual look. "My name is Ilyana. Give me a
lift, big guy."
He leaned down and wrapped a large hand around her waist,
lifting her to eye level. She grabbed his large horns and
wrapped her thighs around his neck. His hands supporting her
hips, he began licking her thighs and slowly worked his way
towards her vagina. She purred as he softly slid his tongue
around her labia. It was as thick and long as a small penis
and he slowly slid it into her moistening pussy then pulled
it out and flicked the tip across her clitoris. Her hips
wiggled and her thighs squeezed uncontrollably and Cread
licked her clit faster. Her pussy dripped juice across his
chin as he ate away at her flower.
"Fuck me now!" She commanded with pleasure.
Holding tightly to his horns, she unwrapped her legs from
around his neck. Cread held her thighs just above her bent
knees and lowered her on to his penis. Ilyana held her breath
as the head of his large penis spread her pussy open. She
sighed and took in deep heavy breaths as he slowly let her
body weight push his enormous flesh deeper into her. He
couldn't believe it when he was all the way inside her. The
length and girth of his penis should of impaled her, but she
had it inside her and was moaning with pleasure as she looked
him in the eyes. She tightened her grip on the top of his
horns and pulled herself up, his giant penis sliding slowly
out of her. Then she let herself slowly drop, Cread's
glistening penis spreading it's way back into her. He enjoyed
watching her do this. She worked his cock in and out of her
faster and faster. Without warning, the monster grabbed her
waist firmly, flared his wings and took to the sky.
"Are you ready for a real ride?" He asked as she gasped.
"I see your wings are feeling better."
The next thing out of her mouth was a scream of half terror
and half pleasure.
Cread let go of her waist and began thrusting his hips as
hard as he could. With nothing but her grip on his horns, and
the large penis inside her keeping her from falling, Ilyana's
heart raced. She felt dizzy as she looked down, then up and
realized how high in the air she was. Closing her eyes, she
suddenly felt weightless. There was no ground or sky, only
the pleasure pulsating from her genitals throughout her body.
She moaned and let go of Cread's horns. For a second, she
felt the sensation of falling. Then she was twisting and
turning in the wind... Flying... But her pussy being pounded
with pleasure while she flew. She orgasmed, and Cread moaned
aloud as her Kegal muscles clamped down on his cock so hard,
he couldn't move it in and out of her. They landed back on
the summit and Cread helped Ilyana climb off of his giant
cock. She sucked him as best she could until he came. His
load was an explosion of cum that covered her from head to
toe with his sticky white cream. It took them some time to
get her clean.
. It was dark and late. They had decided to wait until
morning to decide anything else, and the couple lay snuggling
in a bed of snow. One of Cread's wings was enough to cover
Ilyana and shield her from the cold. She rubbed her hands
across his large hard chest and enjoyed the heat from his
body.
"You are worth so much more than they offered me to kill
you." She said.
"I'm glad you're not to broken up about not getting
paid. Does this mean I get to keep my skull?"
"Monsters are born every day."
She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closer. He
looked up at the sky thinking of how to ask her if she needed
a partner in the monster hunting business. Suddenly, she
began snoring. It was the soft, barely audible snore of a
person reaching the peak of relaxation. He looked down to
make sure his wings were covering her toes and closed his
eyes to enjoy the soothing sound of the wind.
End.
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