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It was underneath his great weight that i was finally happy, happy in the dumbest and most simple sense, removed from all the obligations of being a living being in this place

His great weight shifted as he sought a more comfortable position, sanding tingles of the highest degree through my body. At this point, i was no longer anything but a simple organism, an orgasm organism with the singular goal of serving the master who was atop me.

I could barely remember how i got here, but it did come to me as i remembered.

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It was getting dark. I was outside, in the forest, alone in my endeavor to sight the elusive species that was the Calonectris Diomedea, a majestic seabird. It was a comfortable form of loneliness and isolation i had, having walked such a distance from home that the incessant noise of the motorway had faded away into the soundscape, covered by the sound of the rustling trees. The Mediterranean pine smelt rather quite amazing as my eyes used the dying light of the setting sun to adjust to the darkness.

The almost full moon which was rising was giving a vivid, grossly cold light over everything. I had no need for my phone in this place of simplicity and relaxation, so it was turned off fully. It was still with me; it'd be a very stupid idea to go without even its primitive flashlight. There was no form of service in this area, packed away behind several folds of hill.

I found a comfortable place, at my lowest guard for years now. Every day had been an upwards struggle for a better a future, a vague notion of a happily retired me doing just what i was doing now; bird-spotting in the deep forest. Maybe i should build a retirement hut here.

Every waking hour i had was filled with some form of less-then-interesting work. We had a big deadline and the company promised a good big commission for all the money we'd earn from the product, propped up by the brand. The only problem was that this product was in development for three unproductive years. The damned business is far too unproductive.

In fact, I'd been so stressed i forgot to look for love. I worried about more temporary things, and i have all my life. The boyfriend i broke up with more then a decade ago entered my thoughts. If only i was able to find a true love so great again.

Who knew that this position, sitting on a little rocky ledge, supported by brambles struggling to penetrate the thick coat i had worn to keep me from even the slightest shiver, would be so comfortable? Simplicity is truly a blessing.

It was this rare moment of mental dis-stimulation that i found myself falling into sleep, my muscles paralyzing themselves. The season had brought that constant humidity. It felt like a comforting blanket whilst the mosquito repellent worked overtime to protect me from the ugly red welts i'd have been “decorated" with by now otherwise.

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I eventually lost consciousness. I didn't know when, but all that mattered was i was awake now for whatever reason. It was still night. My hard-to-read watch said it was 03:00 as the moon sat with a profound height in the sky. I had little idea of how far it was from actual lunar noon, but i still remember the little dream i was having. It was something silly where i had to lick some papers that had fallen on the floor.

I did trust that the subconscious truly does know when to wake up for its own health. I mean, i've been oversleeping too often, and every time i did, i felt better

I heard some low voices some distance from me. It was a guttural kind of voice though, sounding very vaugely human. Eh, it's just stupid stressed sleep paralysis.

I then heard scuffling around me, which sent my subconscious a message to send my flying as i found footing in the middle of the main path. The tractor tracks defining the boundary between me and the wild, between me and the things.

Out of the dark of the shaded forest came this big mass, staring at me. He shouted out, with a hint of joy in his alien tongue, into the forest as yet more masses came to surround me. I was alone with these 4 creatures. I felt the butterflies take flight into my stomach as i was surrounded

Happy with their find, they began discussing quietly, likely about what to do with me. The phonemes were deeper, more throaty noises. It kind of turned me on as i listened, but i daren't show any interest to them.

It was stupid that i was frozen in place, but i knew it'd be a stupider idea to run away. Their claws glinted in the moonlight and one of them had a scornful expression, the others a more evil smile. Each of them was a massive creature, with my head barely reaching halfway up their muscular upper arms.

One reached out to grab my body. I was lifted and slung over his shoulder, his arm grabbing my body and squeezing it close to his, making me lose myself in the pleasurable tingles erupting across my touch-deprived body. I had lost control of myself to his body now. His rough mannerisms juxtaposed with his relatively soft fur brought my dick to full mast as he walked back through the forest, i being nothing more then his prey, a win of his hunt.

I, comfortable on his soft shoulder, found a new, growing sexual energy, but the tiredness was pulling too hard for me to focus on it, leaving me to sleep on his shoulder as i gently bounced deeper and deeper through the growingly unmanaged forest, the undergrowth becoming taller and taller.

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I woke up on a stone terrace in the baking sun, in a valley surrounded by high, snow-capped, rocky mountains i could see with my peripheral vision. Even in the highest, 400 metre peak areas of the hill range i slept in, there was only forest and snow didn't even come that hard in winter.

I sat up and looked around. This place, a living castle, the decorations proving it as a royal home, was charged with some form of sexual energy. I realised that my clothes had been stripped away entirely in lieu of some loincloth and that my morning wood was clear to see for everyone. I checked my watch. 08:00; the job had trained me well for waking up at the perfect time.

A werewolf eventually walked past me and took me in his arms. His soft fur covered tensed muscles which sent tingles down me every time they moved. We walked through a doorway and i shifted my head to look at the hallways we passed through, eventually reaching a massive hall, banners decorating the walls and a chair at the front of the hall holding a werewolf dressed in regal robes

I was carried within a few metres of him, where i was stood up and placed in front of him. Yet again, butterflies went ricocheting around my belly in fear of this creature.

A few words of the deep, guttural tongue were spoken to the guard. He looked at me with lecherous eyes, his face in a horny expression. He asked me a question, but upon realising i didn't speak their language, he commanded something to the guard.

This ushered away the guard as he stood up and walked out of the hall. The guard locked the door and left me alone with this king, the butterflies erupting to a full force in my stomach and the perceived threat reached its peak. It somehow sent my dick flying to full mast yet again as i felt my lower insides beginning to fly in anticipation, my heartbeat getting faster.

Sensing my eagerness, he walked over and squatted to extend his hand out to my chin, feeling my comparatively delicate skin. His gentle touch sent tingles through my body as i began to relax in his regal presence, his gentle body sending me to horny heaven.

I looked at his body. Beneath a carpet of soft, well-groomed fur lay the outlines of a full set of abs, underlined with a rigid v-muscle. The pecs too, were well-defined, giving a beautifully strong foundation for the thick biceps and body.

Noticing my erection, he cast his other hand around the shaft and squeezed it gently, which only made it firmer. I decided to let my body be his and let him control it, falling for him. It made me feel amazing, eyeing him up as he slowly and rhythmically squeezed my dick and traced his most delicate finger across my body.

I felt the need to return favor, so i traced my finger over his body, across his belly, and over his nipples. I slowly began to run my finger down and i noticed beneath his loincloth was a noticeably growing bulge. I slowly began to move down to his member and wrapped my hands around it, him tensing up with the stimulation.

Before i could get too deep, he quickly tired of squatting and carried me to his bedroom, me being slung over his shoulder like a bag of rice. He made sure to touch me everywhere, from my taboo areas to my palms, feeling me out. I gave myself to him, the desire to be dominated running through every single one of my veins.

And i began to relax as i realised that my deepest fantasies were unfolding in front of me. The things i had wished for every night with the computer and tissue-box had come to me, and i was in ecstasy about it.

The king put me onto his bed, a place of musk and his manly smell, the smell i realised i had been desiring for so . Being here was a euphoric escape from the real world, and i felt a sudden mental click as i realised that all my worldly worries were nothing. I looked at him and i saw his dick, a massive column of pleasure, eager to enter me, the white fluid at its tip a clear sign of his anticipation.

He used both of his hands to grab my waist with spread out fingers as he squeezed it, before running one of his hands down to my rectum, where he massaged the outside gently. He dipped his hand in a pot of what felt like oil, which he rubbed around the area and eventually, with great resistance, into my hole, a most pleasurable feeling.

His finger gently massaged the inside, slowly feeling the thin skin within, sending tingles all across my body like never before and it felt amazing to finally be subject to the male of my dreams as i looked into his eyes, his nipples, his muscles, everything which made him beautiful.

His finger wiggled around gently in my hole, sending the nerves down there into overdrive. His hand on my waist pushed me into his finger as it searched around for my prostate like me trying to turn on the light in a dark room at night, every missed touch activating nerve endings. It was pure bliss, and the real sex hadn't even started yet.

He eventually took out his finger and lubed up the rest of his hand as pushed the entire thing into the orifice. I, unaccustomed to such large thing, winced with the pain, but past the pain lied an amazing, growing, euphoric feeling. My prostate was incredibly happy at his slow and gentle wiggling of his fingers, almost groping my insides. He just kept on doing it, his blunted claws doing absolutely no damage whatsoever.

After he had finished with his hand, he took it out and began using it to oil his shaft, leaving my interior feeling slightly empty. Eventually, he remedied it, rubbing the tip around the gate, firing my nerves in the most wonderful way, before then pushing his shaft past my sphincter. Once the tip was in, the rest quickly followed with a single, authoritative thrust. I was glad he put his larger hand in first as by now, i could enjoy the untainted pleasure he was giving me with every little move and maneuver, with little pain remaining.

He wrapped his hand back around my waist as he continued pushing and penetrating me, i could feel the unique shape and bulges of his rod finding all the right nerve endings, sending more then tingles into me. Waves of pure orgasmic euphoria began to wash over my belly and lower area, growing by the second, taking me other like nothing else.

His thrusting only got harder and more primal as he began to unleash his deepest urges on me, some kind of pent-up energy. His grip only tightened around my waist as he began to pick me up and use me as his fleshlight. It almost hurt, but the pleasure was so much it drowned out the pain.

As my prostate was played like a string, his dick being the bow, i was brought to new states of ecstasy and pleasure, the likes of which i'd never felt. I was made for him and his muscular, strong arms. I dropped all my muscles and tensions, giving my body to him, the pleasure growing as i let him do his strong, almost uncontrolled, banging directly into me.

He began to groan, and i began to moan. He began thrusting so hard even he could barely find the strength he needed to satisfy himself, but he still pushed.

And it paid off. He had reached the point where he had to slow down as i felt the liquid, his liquid, his intangible beautiful liquid, pour into me. The feeling of it running straight into me drove myself to orgasm, too, my dick contracting harder then i'd ever seen it do, spewing ropes of cum across the bed and myself. He slumped over a little, the energy having found its place. I couldn't help but also relax as i felt his dick in my ass, keeping it fulfilled and whole.

I relaxed in his presence, the tingles of his touch now taking precedence. He wrapped his hands around my body and walked me into the bed, his dick still fully erect in my ass.

He lay atop me, squeezing me between his body and the firm mattress. The pressure was amazing. He eventually went flaccid as he pulled his member out of my ass, leaving it feel empty. I was stuck there for a little while as i tried to catch my breath, accompanied with his panting rythmically squeezing me against the bed.

He stood up and left without much fanfare, likely to attend to duties. The mid-day sun shone through the window, highlighting the room i was in. I guess this was my life now. I'm happy with it.

It was quite large. A bed and its associated tables sat in the middle of the sun-facing part of the room, whilst a table and dresser sat on the corner near the hallway door. On the exterior-sided wall, i saw large paintings of the king himself in noble situations.

Near the wall opposite the bed was a small bookshelf. I, being an amateur linguist, took interest to the books. What kind of language would they have? The leather-bound volumes had a strange script imprinted on them. Handling a random book, one which appealed to me, i took it to the table and attempted to study this alien script. Punctuation was the easiest to find, a series of weird symbols taking only half-height in this monospace writing system.

I saw what looked like quote marks, within which the script was ordained with little dots and dashes added to the letters.

I began looking at the letters and their boxy forms. I mentally noted the various forms they took and counted 19. I counted the forms of diacritics and counted 10. This smelt like an abjad, a writing system with consonants. I probably did miscount.

I listened to the silence. Through the thick walls what i heard was quiet but audible. It was a weird tongue, a back-heavy phonology highlighting throat noises more then anything. It was ugly in a sexy way. I heard sounds i couldn't reproduce, no matter how much i tried.

I quietly listened, looking for patterns, common syllables. Nasals seemed uncommon, but /x/ seemed commoner, a harsh noise. Every now and then, i heard quite the sonorant /s/ escaping out.

It was incredibly difficult, knowing my lack of experience, but i knew this immersion would be perfect to learn the language with.

I spent some more time at that table, trying to break down the language, but i gave up.

I went to the bed and lay there for a while, basking in the dying sunlight as sunset rolled around. My watch was showing me it was 19:34. I was glad i went for this expensive, waterproof watch rather then the smartwatch i had my eyes on.

I was always into shiny, new technology, but i always smelt the foul scent of the giants which'd have controlled my wrist should i have got that little gadget. It was great I went for the mechanical wonder of this hand-wound watch, knowing it'd last a long time in this low voltage environment.

I lay in the bed yet longer, relaxing in this environment of low stress and responsibility, taking in the musky smell. I felt the tiredness well up over me as i slowly fell into a gentle nap.

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I was woken by some gentle knocking on my head. the king had come back. He was smellier then before and i was pretty sure he did some form of excersice.

I glanced at my watch under the flickering light of the newly-lit gas lamps - 22:00. I choked in the dry air and a smell i had never smelt, a kind of oily, slightly sweet odour.

I could see his large bulge as i knew just what was to come next. I let out a horny smile at the werewolf, letting him know i wanted it.

He made a gesture indicating he wanted to be sucked, and i obliged. I could taste the salt of his dick, the recently washed appendage still having a twang of musk and masculinity. It turned me right on as he used his hand to grab the back of my hair and use my mouth for his good. he reached the point where i felt the need to gag numerous times, but i was fine.

His hands squeezed and massaged my scalp, sending tingles right into me.

Eventually, he yet again got more violent as he began pushing me closer and closer to his chest. I didn't protest, realising i'd get to touch his abs again. The tip went down my throat, the danger sending butterflies into my stomach yet again.

I felt his pushes grow stronger and stronger as i gave in more and more, wrapping my hands around his legs and squeezing them as if to extract that cum straight from the tap. And, without warning albeit with a great big push and roar, came inside me, sending his viscous fluid straight into my stomach as he slowly pulled out, his still contracting dick sending cum all over my mouth.

He knew i'd want my turn, so he kneeled down as he carried me about my waist, and he got his mouth around my dick. It felt amazing to have the same mouth that produced that sexy language pulling on my dick, using the tounge to send tingles down my entire body. I relied on him for support, my body a sex toy of his yet again

I felt myself relax as i gave in entirely to his body, his mouth and tounge finding nerve endings even i hadnt found, and this amazing simulation sent me to an edge i tried to sit at for a long time, but his mouth was too much. I groaned as i felt myself ejaculate, followed quickly by a heavy orgasm which rocked me back and forth. I was set gently on the ground as he tried to recollect himself, myself accidentally ejaculating upon his legs.

He grabbed my buttocks as he moved in for the second time, licking my shaft, searching deeply for the white liquid i still had. All he did, though, was send a second orgasm lurching throughout my body. I moaned yet again due to the raw bliss i was subjected to. He moved his head away from my shaft and drove his hands up to meet my shoulder bones. He wrapped his fingers around my armpits, using his traction to lift me up again, yet again sending the tingles through my body.

We took a little more time to catch our breath

I was pulled into his bed. He took me under the covers as he wrapped his arms around my small body, his muscles cushioning my skin and sending tingles through my body. I felt his gritty fur caressing me as his rythmic breathing pushed in and out of my belly, the pressure making me erect yet. again. Nipple to nipple, i was squashed into his musky fur as i was pressed into this being of pleasure and tingles.

I, cradled by his loving arms, hearing and feeling his heavy breathing, feeling the involuntary squeezes as this sleeping werewolf moved around, was on edge for the third time today. As the feelings pooled in my lower region, it would only take very little to send me over edge and into orgasm heaven yet again.

He breathed in and suddenly moved in such a way i was squashed under his suprisingly great weight. I felt my dick be pumped in a special way by his lower chest. He went erect as he began twitching, falling into rem sleep, a wet dream dripping precum down, through his loincloth and into my pants to touch my dick. The droplet, still large, ran down into my ass and found comfort in the hole there, surface tension keeping it in the depression as he continued twitching.

I was sent over edge, sex without sex being the cause of the orgasm as i wettened down below..i couldn't help but moan loudly as the feelings washed over me.

Feeling the wetness pouring through his loincloth, he woke up momentarily before shifting position as i was even more below him, a kind of pseudopunishment for my misdemeanour.

And that was it. I was finally happy in the finest Dumbest sense, his orgasm organism.

_ The end _