Don't go near the riverbank
#1 of Plains of Africa
Kids really should listen to their parents.
Hi folks, first time writing smut so hope you enjoy it. Any comments or suggestions are welcome, but please be gentle as this is not my usual forte. Thanks in advance.
"Remember Khaboka, don't go near that river. Many dangers lurk in those dark waters" Khoba's mother reminded her for the millionth time. Also for the millionth time the young wild dog would roll her eyes with the usual sigh and chiming of "Yes mother, no need to tell me that every time I go get water."
It was the dry season and all the nearby wells had all but dried up. Being one of the younger tribe members it fell to Khoba to go fetch water from the river for her family. Heading out with the rest of the young women into the growing heat of the day as the old women sat under the shade of the Marula tree, already starting their usual gossip. She always wondered how the old crones always seemed to have something to gossip about in a tribe so small and isolated like this.
"Kh...Khoba, my bruffer said to gif you this" It was one of the youngsters or the tribe, barely knee high to her but already she knew the little ball of patches was going to be every bit as handsome as his older brother. Standing with small paws outstretched holding a Starlight Jasmine flower to her, the sight and smell bringing an immediate sway to her tail.
"Thank you Kheito, tell that brother of yours it is well received when you see him, but next time if he would at least deliver it himself?" Khoba would say with a warm smile, placing her bundle of empty kalabash beside her to give the little pups ears a good ruffle. It had been a while since Khoba had last seen Wandile, Kheito's older brother. It was almost common knowledge they were interested in each other and he was attempting to court her, but with the harsh dry season they barely got to see one another. The young hunters having to range further and further out to find food these days, leaving her to wonder when he had given the flower to her little messenger.
With the flower placed behind her left ear, Khoba collected her kalabash and took up a little jog to catch up with the rest of the pack heading for water. Even among her own kind she was renowned to be a creature of beauty, her patches seeming more vibrant than the rest, but more so was her dark muzzle and the almost dark mask which made her striking azure eyes stand out. It was far more common for the members of her tribe to be rather pale with brown eyes out here on the planes, yet another reason she stood out from the rest and drew a lot of attention from admirers from both sides of the gender line.
As she trudged along behind the others her mind wandered to Wandi, how long it had last been since they saw each other. It was forbidden for members of their tribe to mate before marriage, but they both desired one another and knew they would be mated once Wandi had become a fully-fledged warrior and not just a secondary hunter. They had snuck away to a secluded spot and soon soft petting turned into playful gropes and caresses. It was a cloudless night with a full moon, the timing seemed perfect and the fireflies dancing all around made the moment seem all the more magical. She had given herself to him that night, ending with a bite to the side of her neck which she currently ran her fingers over the scar forming beneath her fur, thankful for her scruff mostly covering it.
Once her blush finally faded from the memory and her heart was no longer pounding in her ears almost the same way it had that night, Khoba realized she was suddenly alone and heading the opposite direction to the safe watering spot. Looking around she could not even see the rest of the group, wondering how long she had been daydreaming. By now the insects were buzzing noisily in the near scorching heat, the sun beating down on her darker fur was a really good combination for making poor choices. Khoba knew she would be in big trouble if she returned without water and the river was not that far away, chasing away the fleeting moment of doubt before setting off in the direction of the running water. "What's the worst that could happen? Migration season is over, I'm sure all the predators have moved on by now." Or at least that is what she told herself, but there was still a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.
After a short trek she finally stood at the bank looking down into the wide river flowing slowly before her, it looked far more peaceful than she expected. Aside from a few fresh tracks in the mud, it looked as though no one had been here in a fair while. She was no fool however, picking up a few stones and tossing them at the log that could possibly be a crocodile, or any spot that looked like there may be something lurking beneath the surface. She waited a while to see if anything surfaced, to her relief nothing stirred apart from a few water striders. Still she approached the waters edge with caution, prepared to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
Her kalabash clattered noisily as she placed them down at the water, again making her freeze as if the sound might alert someone to her presence. Her heart again pounding in her ears and the voice of reason whispering in her ear this was a bad idea surfacing again, only to be squashed by her logical mind as again nothing stirred and peace returned to the riverbank. With her confidence slowly growing, Khoba set about filling her kalabash, the first being filled rather quickly and haphazardly before she retreated a few steps as the log she'd threw a stone at earlier shifted. Her hackles raised as she watched the inanimate object as if it had insulted her honour, though nothing came of the odd encounter thankfully.
"You're being paranoid, just calm down, you're not a scared pup!" Khoba chided herself, a growl spitting from her lips as she forced herself to the waters edge again. The next few kalabash filled slower and more deliberately, with the floating log only getting brief glimpses.
"Two left and I can get out of here" She said to no one in particular, reaching back for the remaining two kalabash beside her. As her fingers grazed the long necks of them, something dark and large burst from the water. The silence shattered as water exploded everywhere, her ankles caught in a vicelike grip as whatever it was dragged her into the water. Her scream cut short as the dark water washed over her, drowning out any sound she tried to make, being pulled down into the dark depths. Even in the gloom of the water she could see a pair of orange eyes staring up at her, soon coming eye level as the clearly reptilian orbs blinked right before her eyes, shards of ice ran down her spine as she waited for the bite and the death roll the beast would soon deliver to end her life.
What she had not expected however was a large hand groping at her breast before it moved down to her thighs, rubbing against her barely covered mound with obvious curiosity. She might have thought the situation was funny if she was not being drowned by the curious beast however. The light starting to fade as her lungs burned for oxygen, what little she had suddenly let go in a burst of bubbles against the creatures face. This seemed to trigger a reaction as Khoba suddenly found herself face down on the riverbank, coughing and gasping for air. Her confusion at being released quickly turning into fear as her ankle was gripped and lifted high, forcing her to roll onto her back with legs spread apart shamelessly, her meagre clothing ripped away and tossed aside before a thick scaled finger shoved inside her, earning the beast a startled yelp.
"A female, I thought you would be smarter than the males to try their luck with me" His voice was deep, sounding like rocks rolling down a hill. Khoba's blood ran cold from the sound of it and the obvious strength she felt in his grip, even as she tried to kick and struggle his raised arm barely flinched. Finally turning to look at her captor she would find herself staring up at a large crocodile, despite having a bit of a belly on him, his chest and limbs looked like he could bend iron with ease.
"Are you going to eat me?" With her large ears laid flat against her head, her voice carried a note of sadness at the promising future she would not get to see. Eyes downcast as she stared at her hands, fingers digging into the mud as the large crocodile finger continued to worm about between her thighs, adding to her indignation.
"Eat you? Nah, some dumb zebra came by earlier and he's filled me up rather nice. It's not often I get females down here and you're a damn sight prettier than my own kind too. All soft and pink where it counts" His laugh like gravel in her ears, Khoba wasn't sure which fate was worse. To be eaten by the crocodile, or to be mated by the large beast. "But that does give me an idea, up you go!"
With a startled yelp the painted dog was hoisted into the air by her ankles, feet held wide apart by his long arms with her head bumping against his pudgy belly. She couldn't hold back a whine as she felt his large jaws part, sliding over her lower belly and rump as if he made to swallow her whole. Instead she felt a surprisingly long and slick tongue flicking across her sex and under her tail, followed by a guttural growl from him. As the tongue began to curl and brush against her slit, Khoba began to feel her body betraying her as a familiar warmth began to grow inside her, one that so far only Wandi had managed to stir. With horror she would notice the something beginning to emerge from the crocodiles slit, a tapered red length slowly emerging the more his tongue got to taste her growing arousal. Shame burned hotly in her ears, turning them a dark shade of crimson as she let loose a heated whine, the crocs arousal rubbing against her cheek as she tried to cover her muzzle and prevent it.
"What's that pup, you want help keeping quiet? How about you return the favour then, but watch your teeth. Mine are bigger and it would be a shame to have to scar this pretty little puss" His breath bursting against her bared folds as he spoke, giving the small canine a jostle in his grip to bump his hardening cock against her muzzle suggestively. "The sooner you start playing the game, the sooner you're free to run back to your little mud hut."
Could she do this, not just to herself but to Wandi? What would he think if he ever found out, what would the tribe thing if they found out? A million different thoughts flooded through her mind at the words of the croc, but what was the alternative to her current situation. To deny the croc and he would take her regardless, or worse maybe just have her as a snack after he'd had his fun? With a resigned determination Khoba would reach out her soft tongue to draw it across the insistent cocktip being bumped against her snout. "There you go pup, it won't bite, but I will if you don't do as I say. Understand?" His words were harsh and firm, leaving no misunderstanding at what he meant. The feeling of his sharp teeth against her inner thigh weren't needed but he bit her there anyway, drawing a few spots of blood and another pained yelp from Khoba. That yelp would be muffled soon as the croc bucked forward, sinking more than just his tip between her lips, her paws clutching at his hips as she pulled back with a cough. She knew better than to complain though, her thigh aching from where she had been bitten already. This time her lips would meet his flesh of her own accord, hoping to pleasure her with just her muzzle so he would be sated and not want more from her. Forming a tight seal behind his glans as her tongue circled his flesh, drawing a pleased groan from her captor, Khoba gained a bit of confidence that she might actually get out of this relatively unscathed. Trying to build on her success, her muzzle began to work back and forth, taking a few inches at a time as she sucked on the crocs length, sparing a paw from his thigh to instead grasp the base and begin delivering a few gentle squeezes. This had obviously worked a treat as the tongue delving between her folds would vibrate with the beasts pleasured groan and the firm throb of his length in her muzzle. Soon finding a hot sticky mess on her tongue as the reptile produced his first shot of precum. Oddly it didn't taste as bad as she had expected, Khoba idly wondered if Wandi would taste as good if not better, something she would have to find out if she made it out of this in one piece. His strength being brought to bear again as she was swayed a little, a combination of his grip on her ankles and the rolling of his hips, trying to get a few more inches between her lips and unfortunately for Khoba he would succeed. Khoba was relatively new to mating and had not done things like this yet, with the crocs eager thrusts into her maw she quickly learned what her gag reflex was. Throat constricting about his flesh as it invaded past her tongue, her paw at the base of his cock squeezing tightly as she quickly pulled back and off. Unfortunately for the inexperienced wild dog that was the wrong thing to do with the croc, a deep growl rumbling between her thighs as his thick red shaft would give a twitch or two before he came. Her face in the firing line as she was painted by his seed, catching under her chin and even in her ears from the angle he held her at. Her world tumbling upside down as he dropped her, seeing stars as her head met the ground, thankfully still over the soft mud which provided some cushioning for her. Still the air would be knocked from her lungs, rolling onto all fours and gasping for breath as Khoba tried to crawl away to safety. Before she managed to get more than a few paces away a sharp pain exploded in her tail as she was yanked back by his grip on it.
"Where do you think you're going? I don't normally come that quick, but you sure have a mouth on you pup. I ain't done with you yet though, can't go waving that ass at me and not expect a croc to be ready to mount you good."
The ground vanished beneath her hands and knees as he lifted her with ease, grabbing under her arms and hoisting the painted dog as if she weighed nothing. With his scaled behind on a rock for a temporary seat, Khoba was brought down onto his lap where his still hard length slipped between her thighs and across her slit. The touch of his heat against her folds was electric, making her gasp out and writhe in his strong grasp. "I knew you'd be a good slut, with hips like yours you were made to fuck." Those words brought another shameful blush to her ears, she had heard the males in her tribe whisper similar things to their friends as she passed. Being naive as she was, Khoba thought it was just due to the slim pickings of what was on offer. But here the large beast had no reason to lie and this knowledge brought an even deeper blush to her ears. Her reverie cut short however as the tapered tip of the crocs length found purchase between her folds and nudged against her opening. Her only saving grace being that she was not a virgin or his sudden entry would have been a lot more painful than it was, to a lesser extent the way her body had betrayed her and allowed her to become aroused from his tongue meant she was at least somewhat prepared for the intrusion. Khobas back arched as her muzzle raised in a snarl, feeling herself being stretched around the crocs girth, he was far bigger than Wandi she realised as she felt him touch spots her love never had.
"Huh? Thought you bitches were meant to be virgins until you got mated, don't see no marital band on you. You really are a slut, aren't you?" The reptiles tone was overly condescending, finding he entered the canine with ease and no sign of first blood. Khobas head hung down in shame, how could the crocodile possibly know that about her tribe? Her thoughts would be cut short however as he began bouncing her in his lap, feeling his girth tug at her folds each time he slipped in or out of her. His grip tightened about her waist as she tried to adjust his entry, feeling his cock stroke the front of her passage each time he entered her and hitting on a spot she had not learned of yet. Clearly he had as he laughed into her ear, keeping her hips at the angle so he could continue to hit against the little patch within her. "Feel that pup? Feels good, don't it? I can tell you like it by how your little puss squeezes down on me every time I hit it." Her cheeks burned with indignation at his words, unable to find the words to disprove his claim, but at the same time not trusting her voice as whatever the croc was doing was getting to her. Was that needy whimper really coming from her own lips? Was she really clutching at his arms that tight and not trying to push off of him? Whatever it was, it was starting to give her a slowly building tingle between her thighs which was growing faster than a raging river after a storm. Why had she not felt this while making love to Wandi? Surely the one she loved should be the one to make her feel these things, not some monster taking advantage of her like this. Finally her azure eyes would close, head rolled back against the crocks chest as she howled out long and loud. Her lithe frame twitching and jerking in his grasp as her first real orgasm was drawn out by the crocodile. Her clear nectar spilling over his thick cock and washing over his balls, being forced from her as he continued to fuck her like a ragdoll. There would come a grunt and pleasured growl again from the beast as he felt the increase in temperature and pressure about his cock as his little fucktoy climaxed, grinning smugly behind her and rising from his seat to drop her back into the mud face first. With a last few strokes he would hit his own climax again, this time with more purpose as he marked her with his seed. Adding far more white patches to her fur along her back and thighs while he stood over her with a dominant grin.
"There you go pup, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" He asked the limp form before him with a lecherous tone. Though when she didn't answer he would rather abruptly give her side a shove with his foot to roll her onto her back to make sure she was still alive and breathing. A deep laugh bursting from him as he saw she had passed out with a slight smile on her lips. Again he leaned down to grab her small frame, though this time simply heaving her to the side and tossing her into the water to wake her up.
The sudden shock of being in the river again jolting Khoba awake, bursting through the surface with a cough and panicked cry she would see the large croc standing on the shore grinning at her, his hands at his hips with his softening cock slowly drawing back into his slit. "Wash yourself up and get out of here, else someone is going to come looking for you. Tell you what though, you weren't a bad fuck so I think we can come to an arrangement..."
To be continued....?