Altered Beast: Goatman Torments Werewolf
ALTERED BEAST: Goatman Torments Werewolf V1.1
The goat-man tugged on the chains leading to the wolfen Centurion's tightly-bound wrists, halting him and pulling him stumbling back into the goat-man's embrace. Weak and beaten, the Centurion could scarce resist as his captor wrapped those muscled arms around him, holding him close.
"Not so fast, Centurion," the goat-man bleated, his hot breath catching in the werewolf's nearest ear, "I want my reward before I give you up to Lord Neff."
"What doest thou mean?" the wounded Centurion grunted.
"Hm-hm-hmmph," the goat-man chuckled, his bestial hands exploring the Centurion's god-like torso, feeling every bump and striation in his rippling, muscular abdomen. "Such a beast thou art. Such power and grace. Thou slew many of my kin, for which thou shalt pay dearly."
The Centurion flinched from his many cuts and bruises. "Thou means... revenge?"
"Nay, nay. Lord Neff will slay thee... slowly. Thy death shall be long and tiresome, I wager. Such is my revenge. However, mine reward comes anon, whilst thou art all mine. I shalt have mine pleasure of you."
The goat man's hands strayed to the Centurion's heaving chest, his fingers finding those big, hard nipples and gently circling the rough areolas. His flesh was so firm, yet yielding to the touch.
"I shall make you moan before I am done, wolf-man," said the goat, wickedly.
The Centurion's muscled body heaved, "Do as thou will, fiend, thou shan't break me."
"Indeed," mocked the goat-man, his thumbs and fingers gently flicking and twisting the Centurion's sensitive nipple-heads. "We shall see how long thy noble words stand before thou begs for mercy."
The Centurion looked down at his athletic, brown-furred body as the goat-man took his pleasure of him, playing with his nipples that were alas so sensitive. His thick wolfen pectorals clenched and rippled with waves of muscle, sinew and involuntary, long-denied pleasure.
"Ooogh-ungh," he grunted, a deep, shuddering, masculine breath.
"Yeeees. That's it."
Another of the underworld's denizens approached from the shadows, one of the boar-men, bigger and stronger than the goat and the Centurion combined.
"What's this?" he snorted.
"I have him, the Centurion that is," replied the goat, letting up his torment.
"The Centurion? But there are two, I thought."
"One eludes us, Boar."
"I see. Well, let's take this one to the master and search for the other one."
"Worry not. Our kin search for him even now, he shall be brought down anon. This one here is bound tight... and is quite the beast."
The goat-man grasped the Centurion by the scruff of his neck and pulled his head back with one hand, whilst caressing his chest with the other.
"I am having my pleasure of him before I must give him up."
"Your pleasure?" said the boar, scratching his pig-like snout.
"Wish to join me? I shan't tell if thou does not."
Dim-witted though he was, the boar-man soon figured things out and smiled wickedly through his tusks. "Oh yes! Yes!"
"Excellent. Hold him for me."
"No, you hold him for me!"
The goat-man commanded sharply. "In good time, Boar! Do as I say, before the others see us."
"All right, but I had better get a go."
"Oh thou will. We both will."
The goat-man shoved the wolfen Centurion into his comrade the boar, who, like a living wall of manacles, grasped and held him firmly. His great muscled arms which were as thick as thighs looped through the Centurion's own.
"Hur hur hur," he snorted, licking the Centurion's neck.
The Centurion flicked his head aside growled, baring his bright fangs. "Let me go, vile hog-man!"
"Mmm... he still has fight in him, Goat."
"Not for long," bleated the goat-man, trotting over, his own powerful boxer's arms swaying. Standing before the Centurion for a moment, he ran his gleaming eyes over that beautiful masculine form. His hands followed, feeling that tight torso and thick, striated chest. Cackling, the goat-man placed his fingers below those big nipples and using just his broad thumbs, with their rough, almost hoof-like fingernails, flicked those sensitive nipple-heads up and down, hard and fast.
"Unngh," the Centurion groaned, pecs and abs heaving. "Ooh-oh-ooogh..."
"Hur hur hur," the boar chortled, holding tight as the wolf-man squirmed in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I think he likes it, Goat."
"Indeed, I believe he does, Boar."
Grinning broadly, the goat-man twisted the Centurion's pliable nipples for a while, before bending down and licking one, whilst still twisting the other.
The Centurion looked down, watching, his jaw slightly open as more groans involuntarily escaped his throat.
"Ooh-unngh... uuuugh-ooh."
The goat-man moved his hot, wet mouth to the Centurion's other nipple, whilst his hand worked the one already made moist and hard. He sucked and licked away, his tongue flicking the erect nipple-head back and forth and round and round, whilst his fingers did the same to the other.
"Uh-oooh-uhhhff!"
With his blunt teeth, the goat-man nibbled the Centurion's supple teat, rolling it to and fro. He moved to the other side and did the same there, making his prisoner shudder and groan like never before, bringing him to the precipice between pleasure and pain. He moved down, kissing and licking every inch of that incredible furred body whilst his fingers continued to torture those sore nipples.
"Ooogh. Ogh. Uff!"
"Now... for the main feast," said the goat-man, moving ever downward.