Lycan’s Hunger
Banehallow shall satisfy his hunger, one way or another
Kinktober Day 11: Cum Licking
Lycan’s Hunger
Banehallow shall satisfy his hunger, one way or another
Kinktober Day 11: Cum Licking
“We’re done with him. That was fun,” gloated Balanar, one towel thrown over his shoulder. The blue-skinned Demon laughed, his body a mess of different fluids.
Much like the others that followed: Sven, Tusk, Barathrum, Harbinger, Elder Titan. Many more had joined and passed, enjoying something that could not be found on every battlefield, every city… Even every realm.
They went on, naked like on their first day, strolling out of the massive room that even made the Titan look like a dwarf.
A few nodded to the ‘doorkeeper’. A handful talked to him. Many ignored him. As for those who spoke with him, it was often to deride him. They showed little to no respect for the one who would have to clean up the mess, acting in a subservient manner.
At first, they pitied him. But they knew better than to offer him a pity that had no purpose. They knew better as they started to notice the hunger in the gaze, the growling of his stomach, or the lustful language his body employed; with each passing second as heroes and villains, monsters and humans, shared the same room, if for a fleeting moment.
Then, the long queue of tempted souls stopped.
They had their fills, though some, like Harbinger, took a second turn. Spent, exhausted, but way more satisfied, they stepped out. Some, like Slark, snuck away, holding onto their bits that must be sore and painful.
A few, like Abaddon, entered through the door but left in another way.
Finally, there was but a silence, and the ‘doorkeeper’ entered; also naked, lest for a collar.
His body was thin and wiry, with many scars peppering his hairy chest. His face was stern, with gaunt cheeks adorned with overgrown sideburns. His teeth poked out of his mouth like tusks, though their nature was not piggish… But merely a curse he bore as he approached, licking his lips.
His yellow eyes were focused on what was ahead while his steps were slow, careful… perhaps driven by the flat cockcage he was forced to wear; it contained his genitals amidst those hairy nethers.
Did it bother him?
It seemed to. But not as much as that hunger making his belly growl and his eyes glimmer as the door locked behind him without warning.
The room ahead was a tall cavern that had been repurposed. A lair whose walls had been dug out before tapestries had been hung all around. Likewise to the drapes that formed a canopy above a bed… A bed in which lie one of the most dangerous creature in this world.
Yet, one who was perfectly relaxed, as he was entirely coated with… Cum.
“Go on, pet. Do what you know best.”
“I shall,” nodded Lycan, bowing with an arm against his belly, then approached.
Even the discarded purple sheets were damp and dirty, gathering dust and certainly sweat for some of the ‘clients’.
However, Lycan clambered onto the sizeable bed and ignored the sheet to have his hands on the powerful legs ending in hooves.
The purple skin was glabrous, tense and taut. Even without the fluids, it would have an incomparable sheen and an almost leather-like quality. A skin that was, again, covered with cum of different quality. The bovine smell was sometimes mixed with the sulfuric hints or the more earthy flavors. The droplets often coalesced on the skin, forming large drops that were to fall.
And yet, Lycan approached his hungry lips, opened his mouth, and gave a lick. The flavor was similar to what he’d already tasted before. But the intensity and pleasure that followed were just like on his first day, when he discovered that appetite.
The luscious touch, the slight tang, it all spread on his tongue, coating it with a flavor unique to this world… And then, he gulped it down with a sigh.
That was his duty, cleaning his master.
His yearning was palpable as he leaned down again, licking another coated and grimy spot. This time, the earthy flavor was stronger and overpowering than the others. Yet, Lycan savored it the same as he gulped down and licked his lips.
“It is amusing to see how my Dog enjoys his meal. You never tire of it.”
“No. How could I when you provide me with such flavors each time?” asked Lycan, his tongue working and steadily ascending to the knees.
“I am not doing it for you,” huffed the Demon, evidently bothered by the praise.
“Yes. But I thank you,” answered Lycan, subservient and feeling the warmth coming from his collar in return. Then, he ascended, going over the lifted, spread thighs in turns. Still, he took pain in ignoring the washed-down ink that had been used to transcribe on the purple skin.
Each spot was different. Some had a fishy flavor coming from the subaquatic species. A few were raw. Some had a tang that was wrong, and a pungency that would have wronged the nose. Nevertheless, Lycan continued the ascent on the legs that could crush him but remained open as he licked them… Going over, under, and on the exterior.
“Shall I clean it, too?”
“Do… Do,” grumbled the Demon.
And so… Lycan’s belly, even partially full of semen, grumbled with a renewed hunger.
For it had found the trove and was allowed to be given its fill. Lycan faced the orifice that looked like a stretched donut and whose mere presence held at bay enough cum to coat him.
He didn’t doubt that when Lycan observed Doom, his master.
The Demon could have been a fierce fighter in another time. But it was now a slut, a whore whose body was indeed branded with everyone’s seed every day.
And Lycan? He belonged to Doom through a pact.
Lycan was to be offered a cure for his curse. And he had been given one: semen. As long as he was fed, he would not grow hungry; he would not shapeshift.
And so… His satisfaction was doubled when he pressed his face underneath the Demon’s musky and oversized testicles, pushed against the orbs, to have a full sight of the musky and cum-coated orifice.
The stench coming from it was from all worlds. From all places. It was something only Doom could provide, and something Lycan desired when he approached, rubbing his head, from the scalp to the chin, against the buttcheeks.
The air was humid and warm, akin to a swamp. But the pungent cum hung around when Lycan opened his mouth and gave that asshole a lick. One mere lick, and the result was the muscle relinquishing just for a moment and releasing a spurt across his face.
His face was hit, his left eye closed due to the cum sticking to his eyelids. But Lycan licked his lips and appreciated what was a mixture of all origins.
“Be prepared, Pup. I had a very long day.”
“Yes,” confirmed Lycan, feeling his own groin heat up. His cock was painfully crushed, though his Master once told him he didn’t need such a ‘toy’ anymore.
And that was true… Lycan didn’t need it anymore. His duty was to clean. And so he cleaned, giving another lick and getting hit across the face again until he was blind.
Then, it became the work of his hands, calloused but sensitive; of his ears, keen; of his tongue, careful; of his nose, trained. He guided himself to the asshole despite the flow that started to push him back, against the rim that was finally giving out through Doom’s groans and moans.
And… With a smile, Lycan opened wide the moment Doom’s asshole gaped and… Cum flowed.
So much cum.
It was like being hit in a cascade, being given little to no time to breathe between the chugs, between the flow of sticky and liquid cum. So many fluids of different natures: some washed over him. Some stuck to his hairy body.
Yet, far from staying back to wipe his face, even his nostrils that were getting clogged, Lycan leaned forth.
He fought against the flow, solely to ‘clean’ the rim and keep it open, agape, delivering its boons.
Doom’s belly had been swollen like no other day. And as such, the boon of cum was beyond measure. Was something a mortal should not be able to endure. And yet, Lycan gulped it. Swallowed… Forced down his throat loudly before he sighed, gargled, and was forced to swallow another mouthful.
Above, there was the sound of Doom stroking himself and cumming, adding another layer of semen onto his glorious and oversized belly, the last to be cleaned and the last to be honored.
However, Lycan remained focused on the orifice until the pungent flow stopped, and only he remained at the entrance, cum-covered. Sticky. Musky. Steamy. And yet not even sore as he resumed to lick, certainly feeling more full than before.
And above, Doom rumbled with satisfaction, one of his claw fingers reaching to his cavernous asshole to keep it open.
“Lick it clean. Pet. I want no traces of cum left when my lovers return.”
“As desired, Master,” said Lycan, feeling satisfied once more. And yet swallowing his meal.