The door creaked as Kylie stepped into the darkness. The room inside was lighted by a solitary candle, it was a miracle the brush hadn't ignited yet. This was the magic the elders held. The ability to stop fire. To make fire. To manipulate. To birth. To destroy. . . . and to command. A greying finger beckoned Kylie to sit. The ground was hard, cold against her firm buttocks. "A Mydurak has been spotted by the logging area. ".
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. . that was all that was said. Kylie arose and immediately proceeded to the barracks. An archer was not able to wear the normal armor of a foot-soldier. Instead of the metal-plates, Kylie slipped on a white blouse and brown deer-skin pants. The pants conformed nicely to her firm thighs, and the blouse's low cut showed off her busom. She took her trusty bow from the stand, and slung around her shoulder a quiver of arrows. The head-keeper of the armory called out to her on her way out, "Kylie! You'll need to catch some breakfast first, or you'll die of hunger out there!" After a smile and nod, she headed towards the tavern. A hot plate of eggs and sausage was placed in front of Kylie, its aroma finding its way into her nostrils. She was about to start when a burly hand clasped tightly on her soft shoulder. "Aye. . . what's a young lass like you doin' here in a man's tavern? You ought to be taken home and given' a whoopin! And I'm just the man to do it!" At that, the burly hand yanked back Kylie's long, braided golden hair, whipping her head back.
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The other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it painfully. Almost instantaneously, a ball of spit flew into the man's eyes. As his hand released, Kylie swung her barstool around and kicked him in his groin. The man screamed in agony. Her fist came up in an arc, ricocheting off his chin. Another fist came down on the middle of his throat as his head was arched back from the previous blow. Blood flew from his mouth, and he lay unmoving on the floor. Without a word, Kylie resumed her breakfast. Men. . . she thought as she walked out of the tavern, towards the forest. Although Kylie was considered one of the fairest in the village, she was still a virgin. Days that should have been spent falling in love were instead spent shooting arrows at apples and leaves.
Now she was of the same age that others in her village were beginning to marry off, but her days were spent hunting game-birds for market, or on days like this, running demon-errands for the elders.
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It wasn't a long walk until the forest's canopy disappeared, and only stumps and logs remained. Kylie ducked behind one of the logs, and took an arrow out of the quiver. She scanned the area. Myduraks were hard to miss, but they could be surprisingly quick. A rustle behind her caused Kylie's head to swivel around. She found herself face-to-face with a tentacle. It smacked into her face, knocking her over the log. The arrow and quiver was still held tightly in her hand. She found her footing, and launched the arrow at where the tentacle had been only a few milliseconds before. The arrow flew harmlessly into the bushes as another tentacle smashed into Kylie's arm, knocking the bow several yards away. Kylie gasped in pain, and held her arm. She tried to scramble away, but the tentacle had wrapped around her waist. Kylie cried out for help, reaching for the quiver of arrows as the tentacle dragged her across the dirt. The other tentacle came down on her neck, and out from the bushes emerged the Mydurak. It's large, gelatenous body slithered on the three remaining tentacles.
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Each tentacle then strapped one of Kylie's limbs to the dirt. She struggled, her eyes watering as she tried to release herself from the thing's deathgrips. She felt the free tentacle on her lips, trying to part them open. They held firm, until the tentacles on her arms squeezed ferociously. She let out a scream, which was immediately muffled by the sound of the tentacle shoving it's length down her throat. Her eyes watered with tears, her hips bucking in revolt. The tentacle just kept pushing down and down her deep throat, she thought it would never end. It stayed there a while, then she felt something warm begin to leak down her throat, into her stomach. Her eyes, tightly squeezed from the pain, flew open in realization. It's a male!!! And it's mating with me!!!The Mydurak pumped its seed into her stomach, then withdrew its tentacle. Kylie coughed up the offending sperm, white fluid trickling down her mouth. Her watery eyes turned towards the quiver of arrows, so close. . . yet so far.
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She screamed as the tentacles holding her legs flew apart, opening her thigh. They gave a quick jerk downward, ripping off her pants. With her legs temporarily free, she tried to kick up. . . to no avail. The tentacles quickly rewrapped around her ankles, once again forcing them apart. Her underwear was silver-lace. . . the sign of a virgin. The free tentacle began to move slowly up her right leg. At this, Kylie realized what was going to happen. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her face flushing red, her golden hair grinding against the ground as she shook her head back and forth. The tentacle began to move upwards, and stopped at her crotch.
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Although it felt horrible to be.
. . violated. . . by this creature, the feel of it against her lower lips was also quite pleasurable. It moved up and down the outline of her lips, making Kylie's pussy moisten with juices. She moaned, all resistance in her body gone. She had never felt like this before. . . it was as though she were entranced. The tentacle withdrew, and for a while Kylie actually found herself wishing it hadn't. Then it came down with a violent thrust, and ripping through the silver cloth and into her.
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A deep scream resonated from Kylie's lungs. Her limbs attempted to thrash, but the tentacles held them firm. The pain was incredible. . . the pain of her hymen being broken, yes. . . but also the pain of the size of the thing. . . it was twice as large as her vagina was built to hold. The pain was excruciating. . .
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yet there was a certain sense of pleasure in it. She found her clitoris. . . normally subject to pathetic rubbings in the middle of the night, fully alive and charged with electricity. She was wet. . . wetter than any midnight masturbation binge could have ever made her. The tentacle continued its thrusting, faster and faster, going deeper with each thrust, until it was touching her womb. Kylie's screams of pain turned into screams of pleasure. Her breasts were yearning to be touched, the nipples firm and erect, begging for a tounge. Her eyes were closed, trying to plot a way out of this, yet pleasuring in every moment of it. The heat was rising in her belly as it moved up and down. .
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. her chest heaving with breaths. The tentacle moved faster still, pushing up against her G-spot and clitoris. Kylie had no idea this is what sex felt like. Her vagina was afire, she could feel an orgasm coming closer with every thrust. Her hands grasped the tentacles, her thighs yearning to be close together yet not being able to due to the strength of the beast. She felt her uterus contract at first, then her vagina, and then her clitoris, all three keeping their contractions at the same time. Kylie screamed in ecstacy. Just then, she felt the warmth of the Mydurak's seed burst inside her, filling her womb. It withdrew its tentacle, and as quickly as it had been thrusting into her, it disappeared into the bushes. Kylie lay on the ground, contemplating what had happened. There was little chance the seed would do anything to her. . . it just didn't happen that way.
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She slowly stood, her butt sore from the hard dirt, her vagina sore from the relentless pounding. Blood flowed. She walked over to the bow and arrows, and picked them up. I Believe the Mydurak has been taken care of. . . she thought as she limped back to town. .
