“Oy! Is anyone out here?” the young man called out as he walked deeper into the forest. The sun was starting to touch down on the horizon. He was beginning to feel that whomever pulled the prank was either very thorough or just plain sadistic. Hunger began to set in, and unable to find anything that looked to safe to eat, he was forced to press on regardless. With his feet starting to hurt and his stomach beginning to growl relentlessly, the man was beginning to grow weary and wanted to rest, but his ever shrinking hope that he was being pranked and that he would find the jokester and teach him a lesson very soon kept him from stopping, and he continued to march on.
Is that…a clearing? By now the sun had set, and the man was using the moonlight to navigate. Tired and sore, he at first thought he was hallucinating. But it was not a hallucination, but indeed a clearing just beyond the two trees in front of him. What he saw when he reached the clearing; however, immediately made him think he had just lost his mind.
Is that…a pot? He thought stupidly. There’s no way! What would a clay pot, especially one so large, be doing in a clearing in the middle of the forest!? He berated himself in his thoughts. “Get a hold of yourself, man!” he said aloud to himself and slapped his cheeks with both hands harshly. “Wake up! There is no pot in front of you! Close your eyes, and when you open them, it will be gone like the hallucination it is!” Following his own half-mad ranting, he clenched his eyes tightly shut, counting to ten out loud. Upon opening his eyes…
“It is….still there…” he mumbled to himself disbelievingly. “Maybe it is real after all…” he continued to think aloud. “Maybe I should check inside? Perhaps someone even left food inside for me?” He mused. “Yes, that has to be it! Someone must have left this pot full of food for me to find!” His hunger deluded mind removed all trace of reason from his thought process. Without further ado, he ran quickly to the pot, eager to look for the food he so expected it to hold. Within moments he stood in front of the pot, the upper half of his body eagerly leaning forward over it.
Before he could even say “Where’s the food?” he could feel himself being lifted off of the ground and into the air as he began to slide- no, as he would later recall, actually finding himself being sucked into the pot by some strange force.
Wha…what just happened? The young man thought to himself, landing for the second time today on what felt like a solid surface at the moment of impact. His face lay facing the infinitely swirling mass of black and gray around him, mixed in with highlights of purple streaks here and there. …That pot wasn’t used for storing strange mushrooms and herbs…was it? He asked himself uncertainly and tried to use his arms as leverage to push himself up into a sitting position. Where he expected to meet a solid surface he found material that gave way, his hands sinking deeper into the dark mass. It undulated and squirmed beneath his hands, as if it were alive. Panicking, he retrieved his hands and forced himself to sit upright without downward support. “Where…what is this place!?” his voice oozed his uncertainty and fear. One moment he was looking inside of a large pot for food, the next he was in this bizarre world…
“First I get pushed into the river and nearly drown, then I wake up in a strange place coughing up water for dear life, wander through a forest starving and exhausted, only to look into a pot and get trapped in yet another insane place!” He cried out in frustration, raising his arms into the air above him. “How could this day possibly get any worse!?”
“Xh, r mnhau.” said a soft voice behind him.
“Who!?” he said quickly, turning to face the source of the strange voice. “Who is there!?” he said, looking around wildly to each side as he saw no one.
“M'r Igthe rire.” said the voice. A voice that sounded as if someone was standing right in front of him, yet the man could not see anyone. Feeling that he was the subject of yet another cruel joke, he sighed and lowered his head, only to find himself matching gazes with a pair of soft, lantern colored eyes.
“Xrh!!”
“Ah!!”
The two cried out simultaneously in surprise and stumbled backwards, falling onto the undulating ground.
Surely this must be another hallucination? The young man thought. In front of him sat a strange little girl, her skin the color of creamy milk chocolate. Her eyes tapered off into fine points, both of her ears decorated with two large golden hoops. Her was the color of verdant hillsides, with one large hair standing above her head in a grandiose manner. Her bangs cut short at her shoulders; the rest of her hair appeared to be tied back into what looked like cute little pots dangling from the her head. One of her large lantern colored eyes winced in pain, while the other appeared to be gazing over his entire body, penetrating his very soul as he feasted his eyes upon her.
Around her neck was a small golden ring, attached to it what appeared to be beautiful blue feathers. Around her chest wrapped a small brown top, with intricate swirling designs and holes on the sides of her body, giving a tantalizing view of her gorgeous chocolate colored skin. Although her body appeared to be that of a small child, the man could not help but notice the small curves pressing against the tight fabric of her top, like little buds that have yet to begin to blossom.
However, he quickly noticed two small golden chains on each side of her top, leading down to the rather large and awkward pot that hung around her small and delightful hips. Her pot hung low enough around her hips for him to see her exposed belly button, as well as to just being able to begin to see the curvature of her pelvis. Attached to the pot that kept her precious flower from view were two very large golden rings, through which her delicate little hands passed through freely, her palms looking as soft as down pillows.
Her dainty little legs protruded from the bottom of her pot, sprawled beneath her. Her feet were very small, much like a child’s. What appeared to be bandages were wrapped around her calves and ankles, and to his surprise he soon noticed similar pieces of cloth wrapped around her upper arms. He found the thought of her wearing nothing more than what amounted to a brown strip of cloth, bandages and a pot around her waist were all that protected her innocent body from him very arousing….he could feel the blood begin to rush to his lower body.
The longer he found himself staring at the delectable creature that lay before him, the more he found his desire to take away her innocence and devour every morsel of her innocent frame with his corrupt sexual desire.
“Ih suhtr... ” she said as she rubbed the side of her pot.
Even the sound of her voice was intoxicating every fiber of his being. Although he could not understand the strange language she was speaking, every syllable rang like the call of a siren’s song towards his ears.
He had to have her, he decided. He would deal with the consequences later, he thought to himself. But all that he could think about now was the beautiful little girl before him, and how much he wanted to make her his. Without even rising to his feet, he made his way towards his beautiful siren, on his hands and knees, every part of his body on fire, her touch and her scent the only water for miles around. His mind overcome with his lust, he determined to take every inch of her body as his own. Before either the girl or the young man knew what was going on, his lips connected with hers, catching her off guard.
"Mfhhxorfxxfxds!?!” she managed to mumble, right before she felt his tongue slip into her tiny little mouth, wrestling with her own tongue before running itself on the back of her teeth. From there, it slowly rolled around her entire mouth, exploring every inch, tasting every ounce of her saliva and every corner of her mouth. His forceful pervasion of her oral cavity sent waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to spasm again and again in ecstasy. She felt as if he was consuming her body and soul, dominating her body with sheer desire. Her own fire was lit by his passion, and she could feel her lower body twitch in anticipation as her sweet nectar began to form beads upon the opening of her crevice. She wanted to feel his manhood rip open her fruit, she wanted to feel him invading her body from the inside, to feel his seed flood her womb and stain it pure white. [i]Xame xF! Rfti m rnmen![/i] she wanted to cry out, but her mouth was glued to his, his tongue constantly barraging her mouth. Her lips felt numb from the electrical pleasure that coursed through them every time they met his as he thrust his tongue ever deeper into the her moist mouth, eager to absorb the flavor of her kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the man removed his mouth from hers, leaving her gasping for air. Strands of her saliva ran down the sides of her mouth as she greedily gulped in. Without missing a beat, he moved his head closer to her ear, blowing lightly into her ear, alternating between teasing and sucking sensually on her neck.
Light moans escaped from her quivering mouth as her body upper lifted off the ground as it arced in pleasure. His hands ran themselves along her arms, rubbing softly up and down their length, squeezing softly at regular intervals. It was torture, sheer, pleasure induced torture. Every kiss upon her neck, every single touch and squeeze of her arms, wracked and shuddered her body with waves of pleasure.
What had begun as beads of moisture along her sweet crevice began to flow freely from her body, staining her inner thighs with her own juices, causing her to rub her thighs together in order to provide the stimulation that she craved but was so cruelly being denied by the man, who had now removed his hands from her arms, and had now placed them along her torso. Removing the cloth that covered the small curvature of breasts at a pace so slow it felt as if time was flowing backwards, he lowered it until it was down around her waist, and lowered his lips to her left breast…and instead of sucking on her tender mass, he instead gripped her nipple between his teeth, lightly rolling it back and forth while teasing it with his tongue.
Her moans of pleasure turned into sharp intakes of breath as her already sensitized body was struck by lightning bolts of ecstasy. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged as he continued to roll and tease her nipple, biting down just hard enough to feel a little pain, only to make it fade away with the passing motion of his tongue. His right hand massaged her remaining breast, while she felt his other hand slowly slide down the length of her body, past the lip of her pot….
“xrofds, mi, xf, xxxxhhh!! ” she cried out as his fingertips found her clitoris and squeezed down gently. Her body arced high off the ground as the stream crashed through her floodgate into a torrent that spilled from her crevice as she reached her first orgasm. His fingers continued to play with her sensitive clitoris as she came, prolonging her pleasure as it ran through her like so many bolts of electricity, her body almost paralyzed at how good it felt. She went through spasm after spasm, almost convinced that her body would never stop shaking, never stop receiving the constant pleasure coming from soft the stimulus to her clitoris. Eventually her shaking subsided, and her body returned to its prone state upon the ground as she basked in the afterglow, eager for more but unable to even move an inch. Not content to let her rest for even a moment until he had explored every inch of her of body and made her crave him as much as he did her at that very moment, he slipped a his index finger into her soaking crevice, spreading it as he pushed it further inside of her warm and constrictive tunnel.
“mnghh, xxxhh!!! ” she cried out yet again as she climaxed a second time, moments after riding out the first. He felt her juices come flooding out as they rushed past his inserted finger and drenched the rest of his hand, which hadn’t stopped stimulating her from the outside. As she climaxed, with his palm facing him, he curled his finger inward, stimulating the inner wall of her vagina. He could feel her inner walls tightening and squeeze around his finger, trying to desperately suck it further and further inward, ever closer to her womb. His inserted finger soon came into contact with her membranous hymen. Her hands covered her face as she continued to climax, trying to desperately hide the pleasure contorted expression she was wearing. She moved her fingers slightly, peaking through openings between her fanned fingers in an attempt to see where his fingers went, as she could not longer feel it stimulating her fleshy tunnel.
Her eyes grew wide between her fingers as they met with the sight of his hands lowering his pants and exposing his fully erect penis standing at attention. It looked much larger than she had imagined, and was afraid it would tear in half. Thinking that it wouldn’t fit, tried to protest but found her lips soon pressed against his. In her moment of panic, she had failed to notice that he had quickly slipped through the opening in the bottom of her pot and had squeezed himself inside of it with her. His body inches above her own, his manhood rubbing against her precious flower. His tongue once more invaded her oral cavity, wrestling with her tongue as his rod became soaked in her juices, and pushed against her entrance. Slowly his head entered within her cavity as their his tongue wrapped circles of pleasure against her own, helping dull the pain as his penis made contact with her hymen and plunged through in one swift motion, burying itself up to the hilt within her vagina. A little stream of blood spilled out of her, quickly becoming mixed in with her love juices. She cried out, her mixed voice of ecstasy and pain muffled by his mouth encompassing hers. A tear formed from the pain began to roll down her cheek, but before it could leave her face the man removed his mouth from hers and licked it away, and pecked her lightly on the cheek. Slowly but rhythmically, he began to pull out of her crevice before thrusting in deeper inside of her, eager to fill her up with his presence. In response, her vagina tightened and undulated, inviting him further in and trapping him inside whenever he tried to pull back, further increasing their mutual pleasure as their flesh molded to each others shapes. Her cute moans and cries echoed throughout their abode, seemingly echoing off walls that could not be seen and coming back louder and with more emphasis, furthering the man’s lust for her, causing him to thrust harder and faster, in turn amplifying their pleasure and the volume of her vocal outcries. It wasn’t long before the man could not longer hold it in, feeling his climax steadily growing closer as he thrust deeper into her waiting love tunnel. As if sensing this, the girl wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him deep inside of her, leaving him little choice but to deposit his seed inside of her aching womb. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and clasping her hands tightly together, she shouted in her strange language in a pleasure filled voice
“Yrrun, Httos yrym deni tonm xy wbir!! Xrni in syoun!!”
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