Adventures of Tik Tik: Curse of the Moon Chapter 4

Tags: M/F Feral Wolf Kobold Human Hypnosis Dubcon

Tik Tik sighs in pleasure as she feels the quick thrusts filling up into her body, spreading her out. Even though Fesrin’s’s no longer the size of a man, The wolf’s still plenty big for Tik Tik. She collapses forward, her arms no longer supporting her weight, but instead acting as a pillow for her chin. She coos happily, feeling the thrusting continuing up inside of her while his grunts and pants spill out into her ear.

Tik Tik had never been a fan of the thoughtless breeding back home in the Dragon’s Heir Tribe. It was a duty, just like every other. The breeders had their jobs to do, and they did it with the same efficiency as trappers and warriors and miners. It was the males who got to have fun with it. They were the ones selected from among the designations of the tribe to continue their blood to the next generation. But this… finding a beast concerned only with getting itself off, a male whose job it is to breed and not the female’s, that is something special. Perhaps, she can take this to her home, and she can institute kobold sires--lovely kobold men who would keep their scales shiny and their strong pillars of koboldhood large and well-treated. Smart kobold ladies and strong female warriors would line up to have eggs with these sires, and when the time is come for a new generation of breeders, then using stock from both male and female would make for amazing breeders in the future!

“A… ah, such a great idea!” Tik Tik gasps.

The wolf lets out a confused grunt, but continues anyway. Tik Tik hardly notices. The zen of being fucked by such a primal creature makes her mind wander. She hardly even realized when the wolf comes deep within her. Such a wonderful feeling it is, and yet, there’s something that she can’t quite put her finger on. There’s a pressure between her, something that grows within her, stretching her walls. Tik Tik grunts and pushes herself up again. The wolf lets her, surprisingly enough. “Tik Tik just… adjust and…” but as she crawls forward, the wolf goes along with her. He doesn’t move. It’s more like he’s pulled. It’s then that Tik Tik remembers something she’s read about the lupine and canine creatures of the world.

Tik TIk reaches down between her legs, and there, right inside her, is a bulge that comes from nothing other than the knot that swells up at the base of Fesrin’s cock.

“You’re in for the long ride with my curse!” the wolf growls.“You’d best get used to it, because it’s going to be a long, long night.”

Poor Tik Tik goes from blissfully drifting off into a daydream into a relentless experience of an animal fucking her raw. It goes on and on, and there is no end to his relentless actions, his tireless panting, the hot breath, the hot body, the sharp claws against scales, the soft fur on her back. She’s completely underneath of him, with no way to break herself free without totally ruining herself.

“Ti… Tik Tik never… How long has it been!”

“F… Fuck if I know…” Fesrin says, whimpering as he sits atop of her. “I’m… I’m sorry.

The kobold reaches behind her, her fingers scratching behind the ear of the tuckered pupper. “No, no. Tik Tik enjoy!” she protests. “Tik Tik like very much, yes! Never go that long before. Tik Tik never had fun friend with strange dick like that.”

“It’s not strange,” he growls “It’s the anatomy of the beast I’m forced to be.”

“Tik Tik thinks there’s a story there. Tik Tik likes stories.”

The wolf licks her cheek. “Tik Tik really shouldn't. It’s not something you’d like to hear.. Maybe later, after we aren’t tied.”

Tik Tik sighs and shakes her head. “Fine, well… guess Tik Tik will wait for Fesrin want share.” Yawning, she curls up as best as she can before falling asleep. 

Tik Tik awakes to the smell of frying sausage. The kobold scrambles out of her bag to see that she has been dressed once again in her traveler’s clothes. Hunched over the fire and cooking pot is Fesrin, back to his human form. “Glad to see you’re awake,” he says. “It’s dangerous to fall asleep in these woods.”

“Fesrin tell Tik Tik his story? What is it that Fesrin is?”

The ranger leans back and looks up in the cool dark early morning sky. “There really isn’t much to it,” he muses, “But if you really want to know, I am afflicted of a curse. It is powerful, terrible. If I were to attack you, to draw blood and to feast upon it, then you would join in my curse, most assuredly

I was a younger lad, and a much different person than I am today. I was in the service of a minor noble lord, I helped him when he was out on his hunts. My father had served him, like his father before him. I enjoyed my position among the gentry sure enough. The pay was good and the company better, but there was an allure to the wild that I never could shake.

One day, when I was scouting out new game for my lord to hunt, I chanced upon a most magical place. There, I came across a fair maid, clad only in the sky. She sat in the clearing, the full moon channeling down into her naked form. Though I had only seen her from behind, I knew at once that she was beautiful beyond human measure.

Now, I had heard that the magic of these ancient Wildlands is something else to behold, indeed, and in that moment, I felt myself enraptured by it. When she looked over her shoulder to me, it was as if a doe had its attention caught. I said nothing to her, but I approached, feeling my hands remove my own clothing.