FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(This can become a series if i get enough requests, if you wish me to do so, contact me any way you can, either by pm'ing me, talking to me in chat or only by commenting EXPLICITELY affirming so, please, don't leave me in doubt. And if you just hate it and think i deserve to die, feel free to say that too. I may lack descriptions or even details on the story but it's supposed to be that way. I like to give off for the readers to use their imagination and make the characters and rooms to their mind's will, so feel free to "picture" what you read in your mind your own way, thanks.)

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How do i get myself into these situations? How is it possible i can never have a quiet time? How am i supposed to relax and enjoy life if i keep getting myself into this kind of trouble?

It's partly my fault anyway. I agreed on investigating this cursed place. And now, what began as a hangout with friends ended up in a nightmare... Here i was, in a totally dark corridor, in this gigantic mansion, made up of bad memories and omens... This place wasn't always that bad... at least it's what my grandfather used to tell me.

He kept telling me tales about the greatness of Highlands manor in it's former days. The clan of the Highlanders built this mansion so they would live here, far away from the lowly peasants who lived at the foot of this hill. They lived there happily until something struck down on Highlands manor one night. Noone knew what it was but noone cared... they were just happy noone ever seen or heard any of the Highlanders anymore.

Well, and this brings me here... I was simply planning on meeting my friends at the pub and this is what happens... Carla, who is always the same curious tigress we know, froze while looking at the hilltop, at the manor. Me and Rayla were already inside chatting when we noticed Carla was stepping away from the pub. We couldn't just leave her alone, so we followed her. She looked back at us when we opened the pub door and she told us to look at the old manor. I didn't see anything at first, but Rayla, as the good bunny she is pointed at a window that was brightly lit. Then i understood why Carla was going away, she was going to investigate it. I told her no, but when i noticed it we were already at the foot of the hill, getting ready to climb.

The moon shined far above us, along with the stars in this warm summer night. It was what? Eleven in the night? I didn't know, i didn't care, i was already panting halfway of the gigantic manor that waited for us. But something was bothering Rayla.

"How are we going inside?"she asked us. We all froze on our tracks thinking.

"Mebbe wee could try to find a basement door o' sumthin."Carla said with her funny accent. We all agreed, why wouldn't such big manor have a basement door? If it hadn't, we'd be out of luck, because we couldn't just ram in through the front door, knowing there was someone inside. The lit window still called us three like an invitation to a trap, a party, a tea, a dinner, anything. We didn't know, and once more, we didn't care. We kept on marching slowly towards the dimly lit manor walls, since the lamp posts were installed down in the village, Highlands manor could be seen at night, altough just barely. Still, that lit window, in the highest of towers, gave highlands manor a new life, a new something we didn't know what that made it... more parental. And as we marched on forwards towards the huge marble construction, i tought of it slightly as a father, holding his arms open to his three daughters.

After what seemed like ages of walking we reached Highlands manor's huge set of doors, which Rayla eagerly strolled towards and nearly drooling appreciated every line of it, nearly in transe as they seemed so brown, her favorite color, to match her fur. The beefy tigress Carla stood besides me and poked my arm.

"How aboot we circled aroond and look'd for a way in Maryann?"she asked me. I took a quick glance at Rayla who seemed so astonished with the doors i just shruged and agreed.

"Rayla, stay here while me and Carla go look for a way in. If we find one, we'll come here and drag you along if you don't leave those doors alone."i warned her.

She merely grunted while staring at the doors and we just walked away.

Biggest mistake ever if i may say so. Me and Carla took the big trip around the criss-cross of walls and grass that formed the manor and, after about ten minutes we returned at the front doors of the huge building. Our surprise was, Rayla was no longer there.

"What zee... Where iz Rayyla?"Carla asked. I couldn't answear. Maybe she had entered, but how?

"Carla, maybe she got in through the front doors..."i said, hoping everything was alright with her.

"Zo let's see if she's sayfe theen."Carla replied. I nodded and walked towards the doors, and noticed that they were lightly open. So i tought it wouldn't hurt to get in if the doors were open.

They creaked soundly as i pushed them as hard as i could, but couldn't open them more than just another flinch. Panting, i sat down on the grass, backs against those damned doors, that i wished never to open. But it was Rayla who was at stake, and we didn't know where she was. She had no cell with her, and we couldn't shout, afraid of the manor being guarded.

Carla sighed pityfully at me and poked the door lightly, and it just rushed open like it had been rammed by a raging minotaur. I just meeped and falled backwards, nearly in panic for the whole lot of noise the door did.

"Zoo are too weak Maryann, you need more muscle!"Carla teased me, her lips forming a warm smile as she looked at me. I just sighed while laying on the floor, my thin white tanktop let me feel the cold marble stone under my furry back. Carla held her hand to me and lifted me as easily as someone breathes.

"Now... where could Rayyla be Maryann?"she asked me as i tried to hold my balance.

"I don't know, our best bet is to enter and look for her..."i said. That, i wish i had never said.

We glanced at the dark lobby and saw nothing but shadows. Moving shadows as far as i could tell. Carla laughed loudly when she noticed i was nearly freezing with fear.

"Oh no, zoo're not scared are zoo?"she laughed. I didn't see any joy in that moment though.

I simply nodded trying to gather all courage in me to be able to walk in that place without leaking anything. She giggled slightly as she noticed i stopped one inch from the open door, that no longer divided us from that world of pure darkness.

I backed up a few steps in fear and Carla sighed again. She shuffled inside her bag looking for something.

"What are you looking for Carla?"i asked her.

"Me? I'm just looking for my zell fone Maryann... It has a little light that we coold use to zee in ze dark."

Said and done, she took her cell phone off her pink bag and pointed it into the lobby. It had a strong light, but even so it couldn't light anything.

"Point it to the floor, at least we will be able to look out for any holes."i suggested, and so she did. For our surprise, the flashlight couldn't light the floor. We both stared at the still dark floor, even as her light was directly pointed at it.

"What ze? Zis must not be working correctzy... Where's ze light?" I was in the edge of wetting myself. I murmured my own name several times to gather courage for myself.

"Maryann, Maryann, Maryann, Maryann... don't give up!"i whispered to myself. It was too late for Carla. She was already meeping loudly and her legs were shaking in fear.

I took one deep breath, and marched looking tough towards that dark place.

"No Maryann, zis place iz curzed."Carla whined. I didn't care.

As soon as my sneaker touched the cold marble floor a blinding light flashed on my eyes, so bright i couldn't see anything. I covered my eyes with my arm in pain as Carla was screeching loudly, probably blinded by the light too, and, all of a sudden, i couldn't feel the floor anymore. Not the floor, not anything, except for sickness and dizzyness... and the last thing i remembered was to fall on the floor unconscious.

And now here i stand, alone and frightened, in the middle of a huge and dark corridor, several doors were beside me, each one probably leading to my disaster. I didn't know why, i knew i was inside Highlands manor. I knew something bad was about to happen and i knew i wouldn't leave this place so soon. Not without Carla and Rayla i wouldn't.

I had been standing here, in the middle of this corridor for what looked like an hour, afraid of that light shining again. Afraid of getting into deeper trouble. But i knew i wouldn't find my friends just staying here... I knew i needed to beat my fears and look for them, if they were still alive that is...

With an enormous effort i could move my foot and walk forwards, now, if i didn't stop, i could just go on and on. The problem was, where to go? Where to look?

The corridor seemed never to end, with the huge lane of doors, all looking the same, silver knobs and well polished oak, weakened and dusty from the time. The floor was decorated with what i could assume to be blood stains. The corridor was really dark, but my eyes got used to such darkness now, altough i couldn't see very well.

As i walked along the never ending corridor I couldn't help noticing a door that looked different from the others. It was silver, the knob was golden and it had diamonds encrusted on the lock. I stopped to see what was behind such door. My paw slowly moved forwards to the knob, and i hesitated before I gripped it firmly, closing my eyes in antecipation for something that might hurt me.

Nothing did. The knob was cold and normal. No monsters appeared to kill me but i knew that door wasn't like that for nothing. I turned the knob slowly, and, for my surprise, entered a very well lit room. It had no dust on the walls or floor, on the contrary, it was very clean. The walls were white and clean. The floor was shining from the light that emanated from the light fizture hanging from the ceiling, using electricity. I tought Highlands manor didn't use electricity, for it was built far away from the town. Still, the only thing that adorned the room was a lousy curtain that was obviously hiding something tall behind it, for i could see the outlines of something that looked like...

I pulled the curtain off to the side, and for my surprise, before me stood a tall, beautiful mirror. It was about my height, an oval, long mirror. The frame was golden-bright and it just amazed me. It was adorned with some strange gargoiles in the tips. The top of the mirror had some strange inscriptions i couldn't decipher. As i gazed to the mirror itself i could see myself, standing. My feline self reflected on the glass, my feminine curves showing off so well, my crow-wing black hair, all laid back, resting on my shoulders. My green eyes shined at the light that reflected off the mirror. My clothes were ripped and shredded. Why, i didn't know... My white top was all ripped and my jeans were even worse than before.

I didn't know the meaning of this, but, as i kept on gazing at the mirror, the image began to shift slowly... i didn't know why, but something was not right. Where once stood my figure, now it showed a door... a golden door... what could this mean?

I just shruged and turned my back on the mirror, I had nothing to do in that room. And as I looked at the door where i had entered, it was no longer there. Now there stood a golden door. The same door that was seen on the mirror. Horrible images strolled through my mind, making me think of horrid things that might be behind that door. This mansion was cursed, and I was it's pray. I had nowhere to go but that door, but i was too scared to open it...

Still, my friends wouldn't be saved if i just chickened off, so i had to look for them, no matter how scared i was. I guided my paw to the doorknob and pulled it. Silly thing, i had to push it.

When i pushed the golden door i depared myself in some kind of library, lit by a fireplace that burned behind some kind of huge green couch that was standing back to me.It was so big i could hide behind it and still wiggle my tail without being seen. The books looked creepy and scary as the light lit them in a scary way. The flames danced in the fireplace, literally. For what i could see, the flames were tiny dancers that hopped around in the wood... But i didn't really care, i was already getting used to that kind of wierdness around this place.

As soon as i took a step on to the room a deep, booming voice echoed in the huge library.

"Who's there?"it said. I just froze. In fear. Who could be there? It was neither Carla or Rayla.

"Who. Is. There?"the voice sounded again. I looked around scared and confused, for the voice scared me like hell.

"I am not going to ask again. Who is there?"the voice said again. I noticed whoever talked like that was getting more irritated. I gathered all the courage in me and answered that voice's bearer.

"Maryann Lighthands sir."i said, as loud as i could. Then, a long silence felt in the room.

"Lighthands? You're not a Highlander... what are you doing here?"the voice asked again.

I didn't know what to answer. I just looked around the room, and for my surprise, noticed a window at my left. I sneaked towards it, hoping i didn't have to answer the voice's bearer and looked outside. I could see the whole village, lit by the lamp posts, so near, and so far.

This was the window that was lit. This was the window that brought us here. This was the window that forced Carla to come investigate. But i couldn't deduct anything else because the voice sounded again, echoing all over the library.

"I asked, what are you doing here?" I wasn't going to lie.

"I'm looking for my friends. They vanished near this place and I believe they are inside this manor."I said as loud and bravely as i could. I tought he was going to ask me things like "And why did you come here?" or "Do you care so much about them you didn't run away alone?" but he didn't.

From behind the couch appeared a huge, massive paw holding a tiny cup with some sort of red liquid, for what i could see, the dim light of the fireplace making it hard to see anything clearly. The paw signaled me to come near, and so i did, like i couldn't resist the calling.

I know I shouldn't just trust anything, especially inside that place. But i just...

"Yes, come here."the voice sounded again. Now i knew it was from that someone who was behind the couch. I leaned over to see...

Or at least i tried. Before i could reach that couch, that someone stood up, making me meep and back off a little. Turning back to me i could see him now. He was gigantic, about twice my height. His chest was large and muscled, his legs were also massive logs that looked like they were made for hiking and jumping. What most terrified me was that this someone had the most caracteristic trait of the Highlanders: The Mane.

Who stood before me was the biggest lion I have ever seen. His shirt, apparently a high tailored polo was deep red, but his jeans were light blue, like the sea. In his right hand rested a book and in the left one stood the cup with red liquid, from which he sipped a little.

He took a good look at me and grinned. "So, you're Maryann Lighthands heh? Pleased to meet you ma'am." As he said this, he vowed gently to me. "Name's Henryk Highlands, at your disposal."he said, a fine smirk lined on his lips. He looked so charming i just blushed and giggled like a little girl.

"So, you say you're looking for your friends aren't you? Care to rest here with me a little bit before we search for them?"he said to me in a warm voice. I nodded without actually thinking about it. I didn't know why, but i seemed to trust this stranger more than i actually trusted my own friends. He did a swift move with his arm and signaled me to sit down with a smile. But i had my eyes on his book.

"Say mister Henryk, what is that book you sir is reading?"i asked, pointing at it carefully. He chuckled a bit and rose it so he could look at it more carefully, the room becoming more and more lit as the flame dancers emmited more light.

"This miss Maryann? It's called "The wild Rose"... a little erotic tale for a lonely man like me..."he answered. I giggled at the mention of the word "erotic". I didn't know why, i just did.

"Oh well, we have to keep ourselves busy don't we?"i joked. He chuckled. We were in sintony. Why, i did not know, and once again, did not care.

"Yes, especially when you are so lonely as me, never seeing such woman as beautiful as yourself miss Maryann... and may i ask you something?"he said. I was hoping he'd ask me to give me a good time, the feline way... I simply nodded and he took some kind of seriously joking look. "Why are your garments so ruined? You look like you were fighting some fierce beast..."he noted, and i looked at myself. My clothes were still ripped and nearly falling apart. I shrugged my shoulders because i didn't know what had happened, but i felt safe with Henryk. I felt secure, and like i had forgotten all bad things that had happened to me, Carla and Rayla.

"Well, such beautiful lady cannot wear such garments. It's against my principles to see such beauty being ruined by such, pardon my rudeness, ridicule vestiments."

"I agree... i don't know what happened, when i looked at them they were like this already."i said in a casual tone. He merely smirked.

"Well, i have some clothes that belonged to my mother in my private quarters. If you wish to, i can lend you one, or even give one to you."he offered. I giggled. Everything was happening so quickly. In a moment i was dying of fear, and now, i was falling in love with a man i had never seen before.

"Very well mister Henryk, i accept your offer, seeing that such garments are an afront to you, and i'm an humble guest in your home."i said. I didn't know why i was using such noble language. I never did, and i actually found it very stupid, so to say. But it looked like i had to use such words to communicate with Henryk. Besides, they seemed so natural that i felt like being raised like that all my life.

He nodded softly and signaled me to follow him. For my surprise, the flame dancers followed him too as we were walking through the library towards an enormous bookshelf.

"Now, i'm going to reveal something to you that you may find useful Maryann..."he whispered. I was eager to know what he had for me. He pulled a book called "Door to inner heaven" and the bookshelf immediately dove into the floor of massisse rock, releasing dust to the air, making me cough wildly as my throat sored and eyes burned. When i looked once more into where the bookshelf should be, it was now a long, dark tunnel that the flame dancers could barely light.

"Where would this passage lead us dear?"i asked, but, the word "dear" seemed misplaced, or did it? The longer i spent with Henryk the more i liked him, and i was nearly, actually falling in love to him.

"I told you, i'm taking you to my private quarters dear." Once more the word "dear" was in the right place. I liked him, and he liked me. What else could i ask for? It was like my problems were gone. Nothing else mattered but me and Henryk.

For a short while we walked through the tunnel that would lead us to Henryk's room, which i was hoping to be filled with "toys" and other things we could use to...

As i walked out of the damp and dark tunnel along with Henryk by my side i found myself in front of another door, in the middle of another door filled corridor. These corridors did not scare me anymore. I felt like i was home. I could point at a door and say that it was a living room. The other was aunt Falin's room, the other was dad's room... i knew Highlands manor like it was my own house, and it didn't seem wierd. Somehow the only room i didn't know was the one that stood right before me. The one Henryk was covering with his huge body.

"This one is my room. You're free to walk in here now, but, as i said before, it is PRIVATE, so i'd appreciate you'd stay away from here unless i call you in."he said with a calm, but toning voice. The corridor, for all surprises, was really well lit, altough there were no actual light sources nearby, except for the four flames that danced around on the marbled floor.

"And i shall respect that, my love. Your private quarters are not to be disturbed, and i won't disobbey your rules."i merely let out what was passing on my heart. I didn't mean to say any of those words, especially the word "love", which was so... strong for that moment, but apparently, he was my new love.

He opened the door to his room with a smile on his face. The room was dark and damp, and i could see barely anything inside it. I looked at Henryk and he merely smiled and pointed the way in, still holding his book and glass of red wine. As if my legs didn't obey me, i walked into the room with a smile on my face, still looking at Henryk as i made my way in.

My eyes couldn't see anything when i walked in but the dim light coming from an open window on the far side of the room. As i was about to turn to Henryk, the door shut close.

I turned instinctively towards the door and could see nothing. Then, the sound of clapping paws sounded and some sort of light from a fixture above made itself be noticed. As i gazed forwards there was my love, Henryk, smiling at me, book on one hand and glass on the other. But i couldn't understand it. He had those things on his paws. How could he clap them?

He tilted his head forwards as a sign for me to look backwards, and so i did. For my surprise, i could see my two friends, Carla and Rayla, but they were wearing two strange black dresses instead of their normal clothes, very different that the casual clothes they had brought.

"Carla. Rayla. What the?"

I felt disoriented. They didn't wave at me, didn't say hi, didn't even blink. They were looking at me with some kind of icy gaze. A dead gaze. Their eyes were so white and unfeeling that i couldn't understand. But, as usual, i didn't care.

"What's the meaning of this my love?"i asked Henryk without looking back. "Why are my friends here, wearing strange dresses, gazing at me icily, with no expressions, and i am here, brought by some strange light, some strang mirror..."i whispered. But he didn't answer. To tell the truth, i wasn't looking for an answer. I didn't want him to answer.

But i didn't care if he did answer or not, actually, i was not expecting any kind of answer. As long as he was beside me, i didn't care what he did, i just wanted him. He wanted me too, i knew that. I felt his paw on my shoulder, and that made me feel good, warm, safe, protected, and i didn't know why. And, surprise surprise, i didn't care.

"Girls, take care of these ruined garments of her would you?"he said. And I just stood there, smiling, watching the room as Carla ripped my top with her claws and Rayla destroyed my jeans with her teeth. In no time at all i was like i had been brought to the world, naked and wet. My slit felt free and fresh, and i tought of myself as a real woman for the very first time in my whole life.

"I was just going to keep you as a servant Maryann... But you are so beautiful, so charming, i'm going to make you mine for all eternity."he whispered at my ear. And i was happy to hear it. Henryk was all i cared about now. He was the reason i was alive. That humongous lion, his brown, slick mane, his toned body, his charming wit and luxury, all made me extatic about him. I was his now, and i was happy about it.

The lion's paw on my shoulder guided me to his large, red-sheeted bed. The flame dancers climbed the four poles and stood there to give us light. This bed would be where we would make love the whole night long, i knew it. And, if i knew Henryk right, not the only place...

He was staring at me in the eyes, with his sweet, compassionate eyes, as he stradled me, one leg on each side, as i laid on his bed, nude under my master. His huge finger slipped under my chin in a careful, loving manner. I purred under his soft touch, looking at him as careful as i could, as loving as i could, as obediently as i could. He kneeled, sitting on his own hind legs, unzipping his light blue pants, and i knew what he wanted. He wanted what i had wanted too.

Both Carla and Rayla were at the sides of the bed, gazing at Henryk with the same icy gaze they had when undressing me. I felt like they shouldn't be there, that they should go away, that only i could be standing by my master, but if he hadn't shoved them away, it was because he wanted them there, and my master's will was my own will.

He took his pants away while i lost myself in these toughts, and handed them to Rayla, the slave, and she walked out of the room with them. The same was done to his polo, which was given to Carla, who too walked out of the room with no expression on her face.

It was me and Henryk now. Me and my lord. The only thing that separated me from a world of pleasure were his black, tight underpants that revealed a large bulge. My tongue was watering like mad, eagerly awaiting the taste of his powerful cock. As soon as his paws moved towards his underpants i nearly meeped of enthusiasm, my eyes straight on his bulge.

His huge paw slipped his underpants slowly down, revealing more and more of his juicy sheathe to me. Only to me, and noone else. As he took it away, his lips forming a naughty grin, he suddenly ripped them off in two in front of me, now kneeling nude above me. I wanted his love inside me so badly, my slit began to drip my liquish cum on the bed sheets. His knees rubbed the sheets as he closed in to me, his fur making a strange noise as he moved onwards. In no time at all his sheathe was just a tongue tip away from my muzzle.

"Come on my love, you know what to do right?"he whispered, looking to where i did not know, for i was only gazing at his massive lion sheathe. I wanted it, he wanted me to have it. I was pleased that way. My tongue sticked out of my muzzle slowly, as i began to caress his sheathe with it. As soon as it touched him i had my first spur of excitement ever. My body shivered, my fur ericed,my nipples hardened, my slit let out a wild squirt of cum. Even his fur tasted like heavenly nectar. He murred as he closed his eyes in pleasure, as my tongue slipped all the lenght of his shaft.

His member was slowly swelling inside his furry shelter. I was wetting the sheets more and more, as i could feel my own cum careesing my naked rump. My hand leaded itself towards my slit, as my fingers caressed between my folds, slowly and carefully as i caressed my master's swelling cocktip. He was the best i had ever tasted. I wanted that moment to prolong itself as long as it could. My tongue grew attached to that monstrous cock i had for myself now. My fingers plunged deep inside me, caressing my clit as i made them move.

"That's it Maryann... that's a good girl..."he said in his loving voice. I felt embarassed, but happy. All i wanted was to please my master, and make him happy was all i lived for. His stiffed rod, shining under the light emanated by the four flame dancers, was inviting my muzzle to join it in a neverending dance of pleasure and lust. As i caressed my clit, making me wet the sheets even more, my other paw lowered my master's member so i could suckle on it. My head bobbed front and backwards as my lips tightened around his member with my eyes closed, my mind away from the worldly problems.

Henryk just tilted his head backwards, his eyes staring towards the silk sheets above us, as his member was being caressed by my warm tongue as i sucked him harder each time. But my muzzle alone was not big enough to handle my master's size, as i nearly chocked everytime he pulled my head towards him, deepthroating.

I sucked on him noisily as he kept on pulling my head onwards to his knot. My tongue pressed his cock hard as i pulled my head back, but he wanted more. Much more.

My muzzle alone was not all he wanted. He wanted my whole body. He would paint me white, i knew it as soon as his knot swelled madly as i murred between his thrusts. I kept on sucking him, eagerly awaiting his hot lion seed.

He murred drunkily as i sucked on his throbbing cock. My fingers carefully pressing on my clit as the others carefully stroked my master's stiffed member. Henryk's lips couldn't handle the pleasure as he moaned madly as he spewed on my muzzle his delicious, boiling lion seed. I felt like i took a swiss bath and jumped into a pool of liquid hidrogen. My whole body shivered as his cum strolled downwards my throat. I wanted it all. All for me, noone else. As his delicious cum slid down my starving muzzle my fingers rubbed inside myself more and more wildly, wetting myself more and more.

"Oooohh... That's right... drink it up my love... You know you like it..."he whispered to me, in his caring voice, as i looked up at him with my loving eyes. His cock was still leaking his delicious cum on top my tongue as i let it slip away from my loving grip. His lips formed a malicious grin as my tired eyes gazed his own.

With a sad sigh i watched him receede back, his warm cock slipping all over my fur, tickling my tummy as it slid down. But my happiness returned when i let out a surprised gasp as soon as i felt his hardened member touch my paw, and slipping slowly in between my folds. I wanted him as bad as a cub needs his mother. I needed all of my whole self drenched in his warm, delicious seed.

Slowly, yet lovingly, his stiffened rod that hung proudly between his legs was one with me. I felt him penetrate in my flesh, warm, wet. I was in extasis. Pure extasis. His maw let out silent murrs as he appreciated my tight passage while waving his possessive mane on his head. This is what i had wanted and begged for all my life. He was inside me. I could feel him. His warm, loving member caressed my insides more lovingly than a mother cares of her cub.

His powerful claws held my sides with all his strenght. His pads pressed against my waist so powerfully i thought for moments i was going to break. With a divine sounding wet noise he pulled back, moaning loudly of pleasure. I, too, was letting out wild moans with all the pleasure that flown through me like blood in my veins. I could feel my tail nearly breaking from the pressure done on me. My eyes were closed shut for i feared they would pop away. It all happened so fast.

His claws pulled me to him and his swollen knot smacked against my wettened folds. He pushed me away to pull me back to him once again, to ram me with all his strenght.

The cicle repeated itself, time and time again. My moans filled the room like an howl in a moonlit night. I was squirting my own cum onto the bed, some to the floor, everywhere. I couldn't control myself. All i wanted was to be drenched in Henryk's cum, eagerly awaiting his breaking point. It couldn't be far off. Even he couldn't hide the pleasure he felt as he kept fucking me like the bitch i was. His whole body hilted strongly as he kept breaking into me time and time again.

And, the awaited moment arrived. With a strong thrust Henryk shoved his stiffed hard rod into me, his formerly swollen knot now slowly emptied as he drenched me with his boiling cum. Shooting far into me, i could feel it smacking against the further wall of my womb, nearly ripping it open. My whole body hilted and arched as this heavenly feeling travelled through my body like hot water.

After a brief moment of ease for both of us, we began to pant at the same time, trying to get our breath back from the sudden wave of pure extasis. He looked down to me with his loving eyes. Shining under the light of the flame dancers they looked so bright, like gems. His lips formed a wide smile and after that i felt ease. I was afraid of not pleasing my master, but i knew he had enjoyed our time together.

His stiffed rod was still in me as his huge body leaned down towards my head. Now hidden in shadows he whispered in my ear as i gazed dreamily into the air.

"That's good Maryann... You are something. I would love to continue, but i believe you had too much for today."he said in his caring voice, but i felt sad and disappointed. I wanted him more, i eagerly awaited more of his cum, like the one that was still caressing my walls and made me feel warm and safe. But all good things come to and end, but Henryk was not done talking.

"Maybe, tomorrow we can keep going... but now, i'll give you a gift."he said. Those words made a rush of inexplicable happiness flow in my self. He wanted more. And so did i. I did not care for any gift he might want to give to me, i was just pleased that my master, my love, the love of my life wanted me as much as i wanted him.

"I shall turn you into one of my own kind."he whispered slowly and gently. Millions of feelings rushed on my mind and body after he finished those words.

But all those feelings vanished as his fangs ripped through my fur and skin like swords through dried straw, plunging themselves deep into my neck, drawing my blood into him.