Patreon Compilation – Fic#339 – Logan/anon Female char – My Time At Sandrock – minotaur!Logan; belly bulge; cock warming – Make It Comfy

Logan/anon Female char – There's a sandstorm raging and Logan has found shelter in a cave. He's been keeping his urges at bay but figures he can indulge himself in the middle of nowhere during a time when nobody really leaves their homes.

He's wrong, obviously.

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Part 2 (Patreon Link)

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Logan doesn’t usually indulge himself. Despite the self-assured daredevil persona he likes the residents of Sandrock to see from time to time when he comes close enough to cause mischief… he himself isn’t quite like that. Not when he’s alone and not when he’s transformed.

But needs arise sometime. Needs being his cock, lifted from its usual heavy swing between his furry legs to curve up thick and long to roughly the middle of his heaving stomach.

The sandstorm outside is still wild, occasionally whipping some more sand inside the otherwise secluded shelter he found in one of the canyons. It immediately gets stuck against his fur, though its density is enough usually to keep it from lodging itself any deeper than that.

Still.

A bath would be wonderful. Get himself nice and clean for once. The fire he’s got going is only making him add to the mess, his short fur sticking moist with sweat to his body. He huffs, head tilting back, horns throwing odd shadows against the walls… and then freezes with his fist around his cock when he hears a muffled little gasp.

Logan’s head tilts. One hoof jerks and drags a deep mark into the ground. His hips grind up despite himself, fucking his twitching cock through the tight tunnel of his own fist as he sees someone; a stranger, standing at the edge of his hiding spot.

She pulls off the headscarf she has been wearing in order to keep most of the sand out of her hair and face and that’s when he realizes it’s a human woman. Staring at him, mouth agape, face flushing quick and with a vengeance as she takes him in.

“I… I uh…” he takes his hand off his cock as if burned, but the stupid thing keeps wagging obscenely through the air. His thin tail swishes and lashes against the ground as she comes closer, looking absolutely transfixed.

Logan doesn’t know what to do.

.o.

He’s not sure what happened to get them to this point. He’s not sure what is even going on in the woman’s head. He doesn’t even know her name but he’s ranging above her, twice her size, her legs wrapped around his hips as she makes soft, encouraging noises in the back of her throat.

She has both her hands around his cock, guiding it to the grasping, eager-wet entrance of her puffy cunt, and she’s trying her absolute best to make him push inside.

Her clothes are scattered in a haphazard line toward the place they’re in now, stripped by her, nonetheless.

He’s just sat there as if struck by lightning, his damnable erection on display because how the fuck should Logan hide that thing once he got going?

She looked entranced. She still does so, even though there’s a vicious twist to her mouth as she whines: “Do it! Do it, do it, f-fuck, go on-”

Her hips lift off the ground. He can feel how tight her legs are around his hips to do it. She tries to force the flat, spongy tip of his erection into her body without any success. She is liberally wet and still it is such a tight fit. Logan snorts and shakes his head, his large ears twitching. He’s debating shifting back into his human form, but the wild glint in her eyes gives him pause.

She looks so fierce, little sounds of desperation inching out of her throat as she tries and tries and tries again to spear her body onto his erection. It’s… it’s doing things to him. How is he supposed to resist?

Logan snorts again and lowers himself onto his forearms. He can watch his hot breath wafting against her sweat-glistening face, brushing her hair out of it in one fell swoop.

“Easy,” he murmurs. Like she is the beast. She kind of is. She certainly acts like one, eyes large and luminous and greedy. She has to force herself to stop her desperate attempts at spreading herself on his cock so he can take a shot at it.

Logan watches her eyes grow wide, her mouth even wider as he starts to put pressure against her grasping, hungry hole. It spreads for him. And spreads for him. And spreads for him even wider, her muscles capitulating without even a token protest against the massive, animalistic intrusion of his cock.

He snorts again, his whole body feeling like a life wire. He’s never fucked someone in this form before. He feels transcendent. He wants to assure her that everything is alright but all that comes out is a low groan like a moo. He leans further in and when she makes aborted, panting little wails, he gets his massive tongue out and laps at her chin, her lips, pushes into her mouth the same gentle, intrusive way that his cock is rocking into her deeper and deeper and inexorably even deeper.

Logan swallows down her sounds until her eyes roll up into her head and he feels her pussy clenching on him in electrifying little waves.

He waits then, lets her ride out her orgasm as he stares into her face. He tries to figure out if he’s ever seen her anywhere, but she’s a complete stranger. Maybe a tourist from another city. Maybe a brand spanking new resident for Sandrock who got surprised and swept up by the sandstorm and just needed to wait it out the same way that Logan had been forced to.

He doesn’t know why she decided jumping a monsters bones was the next most sane thing to do but he can’t complain. Not when her cunt is wrapped around him like a dream. Wet and silky and clinging when he starts to slowly fuck her again. He hasn’t had his orgasm, and quite frankly he thinks he could come twice or three times before the night was over. He wonders if she has any idea of what she unleashed. This nameless woman that stumbled upon him in the middle of nowhere and offered her pussy like the treat that it was.

He wants to push her to another orgasm, but she starts squirming. When Logan realizes she wants to get away, he is disappointed but not surprised. he lets her up, huffing, his cock glistening with her slick and flexing, flushed dark brown with his balls hanging tight underneath… only for her to suddenly turn around and descend her hungry little mouth on him.

He makes a startled sound, half moo, half grunt. His eyes go wide, huge hand cupping her head. He’s half tempted to pull her off, but a voice at the back of his head screams: No! Why?

So he doesn’t. It’s not like he’s forcing her to do it. And she is so earnest. She’s trying so hard, sucking wet and sloppy on the fat crown of his erection; letting her mouth open and drool slip further down to slick the way for her fists dragging along his shaft.

He can feel warmth gathering in his abdomen and his muscles growing tight. His thick tongue lolls out of his maw. Logan stares down at her and wonders if she could ever be prepared for the absolute deluge of cum that he has to offer her up.

His orgasm creeps in at the edges, his hoofs digging grooves into the ground. The tightness in his pelvis creeps higher, tightening his stomach muscles and producing a curious tension in his chest. He’s going to come. He’s going to come and there’s nothing that can stop it-

Unless, of course, she stops sucking him off. The woman pulls off with a gasp, her lips plump and flushed from her ministrations, a fat line of drool and pre-cum connecting his cock to her tiny tongue.

Logan makes a forlorn sound. His cock twitches in desperation.

There’s a wicked glint in her eye and she gets up on trembling legs, sticky strands of slick stretching between her cunt and her thighs as she pushes on his shoulders until he lets himself topple back and allow her to straddle him.

She doesn’t waste any time. She takes him back into her body, her expression looking fierce as she braces herself on his belly and twists her hips to get him deeper and deeper and deeper still. He doesn’t know how she does it. He can see the bulge in her stomach from taking his cock and it is driving him insane.

She rides him like a woman possessed, her mouth hanging open, drool unselfconsciously slipping down her chin. Her eyes are open but there’s no higher brain function to be seen anywhere in her expression as she fucks herself on his massive minotaur cock to another orgasm.

This time when she comes, he lets himself chase his own peak. A rumbling moo rattles through Logan’s chest, his head tilting back and sharp horns digging into the ground as he starts to come. And come. And come. He is vaguely aware of a high-pitched keening sound coming off of the woman as she is getting filled by a warm, gooey deluge of monster cum.

They end up staying the night together. Her speared on his cock, her cunt soft and slippery and delicious around his cock. Keeping him wonderfully warm as they cuddle and regain their strength for more fucking. He keeps stuffing her full of cum, wondering if he can impregnate her like this. Put another minotaur in her belly.

He certainly is soaking her insides with his seed, but she is all but purring against his chest, happily keeping his cock warm with her pussy.

What a gal. And he doesn’t even know her name.