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Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 10

_At first she was quiet, seemingly too shocked for words. I have no idea how it was she lit the room aflame, but once the powder touched the sloshing pool of blood and bodily fluids it ignited and burned viciously. We escaped amidst a pall of smoke billowing up from the torture room. My sword was found sitting neatly in a corner in the main chamber, after that there was no need to remain.

My impetuosity lead me to one great flaw. I had come to Trenton to find an unwilling whore... but my divine communion revealed nothing about her age. I knew the local tyrants were forcing all female citizens of breed-able age to become pregnant for their war effort. What I failed to consider was that the child I had been seeking would become a fully grown woman the instant I freed her.

It was only by luck that darkness had fallen, the local patrols were easy to avoid and a curfew was in effect, keeping random prying eyes from falling upon us. Anyone still out after curfew wouldn't draw attention to themselves just to report an armor-clad ram and a strange woman who were likewise trying to hide.

I took it for granted that this poor woman didn't want to talk. Perhaps in retrospect I should have opened up earlier. Especially after what happened when we met some unexpected company...

***_

In any populated place, predators lurked. Night was the preferred time for many of these ne'er-do-wells as with the darkness came a sense of stealth, of untouchability, and of power. Few roamed in the dark, but all those who did were either peers to be avoided or prey.

He crept through the darkness, a snake in name and form, seeking prey that would nourish and sustain him. When a person's pain or pleasure, truth or lies, faith or doubt, even life or death were sources of enough power to change the world there are inevitably those who seek it for selfish ends. Tonight prey was afoot. A couple, a male and female, were making their way through the dark streets well after curfew. Worse for them, they made their way through one of the many bad portions of the city, a portion controlled by this very creature that made to terrorize them.

The woman, that was his target. With precision born of countless nocturnal rapes and thievery, the snake made his way to silently become their shadows. His matte-black scales were a near-perfect camouflage in the shadows, that coupled with his specially commissioned clothes and innate knowledge of the streets assured him that it was impossible that he would be noticed.

Their mistake was made! The burnt male with the armor and sword decided to hustle forward to reconnoiter an intersection. To do this, he risked leaving his swaddled female by herself on what must have looked like a safe and empty street. In very short order, the snake had moved up directly behind her and positioned himself to take her in a single maneuver.

Winfred had no time to prepare for the arms that grabbed her. A cloth filled with a potent poison dashed over her mouth. In pure reaction she inhaled, causing her throat to instantly tighten and her limbs to go weak. Serpentine arms took her as she fell, dragging her limp form into a secluded back alley.

"Worry not my preciouss thing," hissed the snakes harsh whisper, "You will be able to sscream in a short while. Plenty of time for uss to get to know each other in a more... intimate... ssense."

His knife made quick work of the cloth covering his prize, revealing a strong and beautiful looking wolverine woman. She couldn't have been too much older than breeding age, but she was undoubtedly old enough to have been bred quite a few times. It was her smooth, taut abdomen that made him certain that she hadn't.

"Well, well," that accursed hissing voice chided, "Evading the pregnancy laws, ey? How they kept you under wrapss sso long I'll never know. Ooooh, ssay... are you perhapss sstill a virgin? Oh let us find out!"

Her vulva was smooth, hairless, and swollen pink. What amazed him was just how ready this mystery female seemed. Two fingers slipped between those delicate folds, spreading Winfred's most intimate treasures open.

"Beautiful, ssso beautiful." he cooed as he reached his neck down to flicker his forked tongue out across her nethers.

A smooth scaled finger probed the pink folds in the darkness of the alley. Seeing how easily his finger slid in, the snake decided to push a little further.

"Sssso, not your firsst time then, ey? Well then I ssuppose this won't be ssso painful for you." the snake hissed with a hoarse laugh, "No matter. We will just have to get the hurting done later."

Unseen to the snake, Winfred's eyes blinked. She could feel his delight in her steaming from his soul. This was erotika, the essence of pleasure. No matter what form the pleasure took, as long as it was sexually exciting for someone and with a being or object, a person would release this energy from their body. To each user of this form of magick the wisps appeared different, but no matter the shape they took, a skilled user could work the energy in many splendid ways.

Even in the dark Winfred could see the chartreuse vapours emanating from the snake. What he was doing to her felt good to him... but it hardly felt good to Winfred. None-the-less, Winfred opened her soul and inhaled those weak vapours, fueling her own willpower with the snake's delight. Whatever toxin had been on the rag fled before her new-found power as she regained her sensibilities.

But then she wanted more...

Before it had only been whatever others would give to her. No matter what happened when she belonged to Hreugh, she had never taken anything for herself. She never wanted anything, nor did she ever feel empty. A steady stream of customers, as well as that bastard old badger's 'instructions', rarely left her lacking for erotika. It was like a drug, a seductive and pleasurable and completely enrapturing drug. Now that she had her own mind, her own thoughts, she found that she wanted... needed... all that she could get of the one thing she was ever allowed to truly enjoy.

Animalistic senses surged to life, sending her pupils wide against the darkness and her nose and ears flaring for any hint of sensation. The snake-man erupted into prominence, his every twitch, odor, and rasping hiss of breath laid as bare as if he were against a blanket of white. He was some manner of python, muscular and lithe, with dead-black scales that smelled of lamp-black. Skinny, yet muscular arms held Winfred down, likewise skinny hands playing with one of her breasts while the other slipped between moist, delicate folds. A broad triangular head upon a long serpentine neck nuzzled at her neck, forked tongue tickling out across her fur as he listened to her heartbeat.

Weakness drained from her limbs, though her captor seemed not to notice. Instead, as he felt her heart quicken, his own pace quickened.

"What ssay we take the nexsst sstep, hmm?" he hissed at her, "I knew you wouldn't object."

The crazy thing was, she could object now if she wished. A scream and she knew Wethers would be there, that huge sword flashing out to drive off the molester. Further, though he had wrapped himself around her with considerable skill and strength, she had no doubt that a twist of her shoulders and a clamp of teeth would see the end of this unscrupulous predator. But through all this... he was hitting the right places... she did feel good... and possibly worst of all she was happy he was enjoying himself.

And she wanted more of that. It was akin to the days when she had to feed herself and food just happened to come along. Now it was the erotika she hungered for, and these little wisps just weren't doing it. She needed to get in the game... she needed to give back!

Senses heightened by need and a body heightened by constant experience could tell that the snake-man's hemipenes were erect and ready. Experience also taught her that the reptilian folk got off far too quickly if both phalli were manipulated at once. Just so, she allowed herself to slip only a single hand around her attacker's right phallus.

At the new sensation the python panicked, for how could his prey have come around so quickly. In the dark, Winfred saw clearly that his eyes were now wide in surprise, the mind behind the lust a-race with contingency. The increasingly lustful wolverine moved quickly and with the great strength born of both her race and her constant life of activity. Her remaining arm swung up, placing a finger on the snake-man's cleft lips to hush him. With a surge of force the tables were turned and now Winfred lay side-by-side with her would-be captor.

"All you needed to do was ask," Winfred said in a haunting whisper, "Now that I'm free, there is no need to charge."

***

_Where was my head?! How could I lose the very woman I had a quest to protect?!

I was no stranger to the city, despite growing up in tribal lands, but somehow I never expected to be taken by surprise in the dead of night! Such a girl as her couldn't be left out in the open. She was totally unstable, tortured as she had been for so long. There was simply no telling what she was capable of now... especially if she was surprised._

I pitied whoever had the gall to jump her in the dark... I had the distinct feeling that when I found her that someone would be feeling extremely sorry. That or not feeling much at all...

***

"Please... Sstop... I... I can't..." gasped the python, "... n-not again..."

"Oh please, please just once more." Winfred said, practically begging despite her position astride the practically helpless snake, "Here, let me help you!"

Focusing for only an instant, Winfred summoned her amassed eroticka with practiced ease, passing a bare minimum into her unwilling partner with a touch and a few nonsense words. Within this moment both the snake-man's members stood erect and firm once more. Without preamble or even time for objection, Winfred took both of them within her once again, relying on a build-up of magical lubricants that still remained within her.

The snake-man watched in horror as Winfred's eyes lit with an eerie magical light. This was nothing like how he liked his sex, and yet this female was so good at making it feel wonderful that he simply couldn't help himself. His body rebelled against his disturbed mind, thrusting deeply into this insane victim-cum-domme with the powerful muscles inherent in his race.

Winfred's features brightened with a smile as yet more pleasure escaped the python in strained reddish-black streamers, drawn directly into her own soul. The thrill, the rush at feeding her addiction, so carefully cultivated by Hreugh over the last six years... it was exhilarating. She needed all she could get. It had been her only means of feeling anything at all for so long that she craved to feel yet more.

Feeling those hard cocks sliding in and out of her slick holes to her own rhythm, and not that of another, produced a new sensation in her raw, freshly freed mind. This was the feeling of dominance... of doing whatever she wanted... the true and sweet taste of freedom.

Needless to say, she loved it.

Was this what that burnt old ram had been talking about? Is this why she escaped joining her master in death? It had to be! Though it felt nothing like what she remembered of those days out on her own, she was sure this was freedom. To feel things without anyone telling her too, to indulge in her own pleasures...

YES!

This is what she wanted! Pleasure! Eroticka! Freedom! Everything she could desire, it would be hers! Filled to the brim with these delightful thoughts that she was barely through making, she kicked into a frenzy of thrusting onto her unwilling beau. No matter his strength, she was stronger. She would make him give her every last mote of eroticka until she was sated. He owed her that much, she decided, with his rude and impromptu introduction... if only he had just asked.