Home Again

Home Again

I wake up in our bed sweaty and panting. The warm sunlight is streaming in through our window and I hear the cheery bird songs from our garden outside. I take a moment to calm myself, it was just a bad dream. You lay right beside me, I can hear your deep steady breaths and can tell you are still sleeping. I should wake you, I know that you want to get away early this morn. But I just want to keep here, warm in our bed, safe, peaceful.

Slowly I turn over under the woolen blanket. You look so handsome, wearing a peaceful expression that I rarely see when you're awake. We are both naked under the blanket and I let out a soft sigh as I remember how wonderful I felt as you made love last night. My hand moves over and runs through your short dark hair, ruffling it up even more.

You slowly begin to stir, and then your eyelids flutter open and I see those deep brown eyes look over me. A smile forms on your lips, "Opel..."

"Good morning, handsome."

You suddenly awaken fully and look past me to the window, "Oh, shit! What time is it?" You pull the blankets back and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. I lunge forward and wrap my arms around your naked chest.

"No, stay in bed with me a while longer," I plead.

You affectionate rub my arms as my soft boobs press into your back and I nuzzle your neck, "I told you I wanted to get off at dawn today. I wanted to get in a full days travel."

"You don't need to go at all. Just stay here with me, Paden. Make love to me all day long."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Damn, Opel, why do always have to make this so hard?"

I gently kiss your neck as I rub my hand down your firm chiseled abs and find you cock. I take the soft flesh in my hand and squeeze and massage it. You huff out a breath and softly groan as your cock pulses and quickly begins to stiffen in my firm grip. "I can always make it hard, my dear husband." I whisper playfully.

"Not now, Honey-pie," you protest feebly.

I quickly shuffle around on the bed and swing my legs around your waist. I plant a few soft kisses along your strong stubbly jaw. "Hmmn, now." I come forward and press my weight into you, making you fall back onto the bed. My heart starts beating stronger with excitement and I feel the warm tingling arousal as I writhe on top of your muscular body.

"Opel, I-" I interrupt you as I lock my lips into yours in a lusty kiss. I feel your strong hands rubbing up my body as our tongues fervently wrestle against each other. Your hands make their way up my writhing naked figure and caress my neck. Then your fingers begin sensually rubbing over my pointed half-elven ears. They are quite sensitive, particularly around the tips, and you know just how to touch them to send electric sensations right through me.

I break from the kiss with a soft sexy moan. My pussy is now very wet and pulsing with need. I shift my weight back and grind my crotch against you. I feel your hard cock pressing up against my warm skin.

I desperately want you inside me. I reach down and take hold of your rigid manhood and line it up with my wet slit. I look deep into your brown eyes as I slowly lower myself down. Your fat round head pushes through my soft folds and I sigh with pleasure as your wonderful cock slowly enters its rightful place. My throbbing cunt embraces you tightly as I continue to lower myself down on your meaty rod until it is wedged in as deeply as it can go.

I love the pleasurable groan you make as I wriggle my hips and feel your hard cock pressing deep inside me. I begin to slowly bob up and down on top of you, moaning with pleasure as your member continually slides through my tight hugging channel. I gasp and moan as I begin to work up a faster pace, slapping my wet cunt down with more urgency. Your hands wonder up and take hold of my firm breasts, your fingers pressing into the taut flesh as you lovingly fondle me.

My breathing becomes more labored as I ride your cock hard. I look down at the dreamy expression on your face as your hands grope my heaving breasts. Then you take hold of my hips and hold me down against you as you buck underneath me and roll over. I let out a squeal as I come down on the soft mattress and find you rolling on top of me, your throbbing cock still buried deep inside.

You look deep into my eyes, "Wicked enchantress! You're trying to cast a spell on me, trying to keep me here with you." You pull back and then thrust forward again into my gripping cunt. I moan beneath you as you continually slap your wonderful cock deep into me.

"Oooh...ungh...You want to stay," I reply.

You stoop forward and kiss me on the lips. "Yesss," you breathe over my hot face. Then you start thrusting hard and deep again. I grip your strong back tightly, digging my fingernail into your skin as my body is rocked with the intense pleasure. I gasp and groan beneath you until I hear you groaning and feel you slow your thrusts. Your cock throbs strongly and you warm cum spurts into me. It feels wonderful, I hug you close to my hot sweaty body as you slowly pump me and spill out more of your seed into me.

You then push off the bed as your cock slips out of my wet hugging cunt. You stand up next the bed looking down at me, your wet organ still jutting out in front of you, "But we can't always do what we want."

"Why not?" I ask, sitting up. My pulse is steadying and I relish the warm wet feeling in my freshly fucked pussy. "You're a free man, you don't have to answer to anyone but me now." But we had had this argument already, and I know that you're going to go away again.

You told me that this would be the last time you go out for the hunt, that we would be set up after this one last job. You would buy us an herbalist shop in the city, and you can finally hang up your sword. In your line of work, I know that a large payment means that it will be very dangerous for you. You are one of the best, but I can't help but worry.

I doubt if it would make any difference if I tell you about the dream I had last night. I watched on as you battled a horrific shadow beast. It kept shifting and morphing into different forms. You fought bravely, but eventually it consumed you as I looked on, helplessly crying out. And then the monster came after me with a deep inhuman laugh, and I was engulfed in its darkness. It could mean nothing-just a dream. But it has left me with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

We don't waste any time getting washed and dressed. I help you into your armor as you eat breakfast. It is fine quality armor, a mix of grey steel plate and mail. With finely crafted blue gauntlets and multi-layered shoulder plate. It has many nicks and dents from the combat it has seen, but still looks quite impressive. You look like a heroic knight. Even more so when you take hold of your magical silver sword, the sword rewarded to you when you rescued that imprisoned Pegasus.

I feel better looking at you like that. You are no ordinary man, you are Paden Thornhill, one of the most feared bounty hunters in the land. You always find and defeat your man, or monster, and return to me.

You stoop your head down and press your lips into mine. I moan into your kiss as I rub my hands along your hardened breastplate. "I'll be back before you know it. Perhaps three weeks at most. Then you'll have more of me than you would like. I'll bring you back something nice."

"Just be careful, please."

"I always am. I love you."

"In this life and the next," I reply.

You kiss me deeply one last time and then slowly break your hug and turn away. I watch from the doorway as you walk down the path and out of our yard. You turn and give me a cocky smile before heading down the dirt road of our quiet peaceful neighborhood. I say a short pray to the Goddess as I watch my brave knight disappear from sight.

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I already miss you, but I have plenty to keep me occupied while you are away. I like to keep our homely two-story brick cottage clean and maintained. I have my garden I meticulously tend to. And then there are my studies of herbology and alchemy. I study and practice for hours each day, determined to reach my goals. I am going to learn to make healing potions one day.

You have told me stories of how healing potions have saved your life on several occasions. I am learning to create these magical potions that save lives. I have the method down to a fine art, it is just enchanting the ingredients with magical power that is the stumbling block. I know my elven blood holds the potential for magic, but drawing from it is so very hard. I practice every day until my head hurts, yet my potions can barely heal minor cuts and scrapes. It is a waste of valuable resources, but one day, hopefully soon, it will be worth it.

And of course, it makes it harder to concentrate on my studies while I'm worrying about you. Yes, you are one of the most respected bounty hunters in the land, but I know that the longer you are in this game, the more likely you are to come up against one more powerful than you. Or it could just take a moment of terrible luck to seal your fate.

And I know that you don't take any pleasure in what you do. I know you better than anyone, Paden. You have a romantic and kind soul, deep down you hate violence and killing, but you are cursed with being so very good at it. I know what it's like to be very good at something you don't particularly enjoy. As you know, I was a very good whore.

Sold to the unscrupulous brothel-owner, Adelbert Skarigen, at a young age after my mother died, I was forced to work as a prostitute to pay off my sale-price. It was a piece of hope that he dangles in front of his sex-slaves-work hard to pay off your price and you will earn your freedom. I adjusted to my new life with some difficulty, and became one of his best whores, going by the degrading name "Bunny." It took a long time to work out that I will never be free, Skarigen would keep on adding expenses onto our debt and would never let us go. And I had seen the terrible things that would happen to whores who tried to escape. All the while, he kept up the charade that his women were treated fairly and were there of their own free will.

Then you came into The Frisky Harpy one night. I could see that you were dragged along by your soldier buddies, and didn't really want to be there. But then you saw me, and there was an instant attraction between us. You paid for my time, and we made sweet love. You treated me like a person, rather than just an object, and I felt that I could open up and be myself with you. I even told you my real name that first night.

You came to see me regularly after that, and though I was visited by many men, you were the only one I looked forward to. We got to know each other very well, and saw that we were meant for each other. With you, it wasn't just sex, we made love, it was real, and it was passionate. You told me that you love me...in this life and the next. You told me that one day, you will be able to buy my freedom from Skarigen, and I really wanted to believe you.

Then you suddenly stopped visiting, and my mind was in turmoil. I clung to the hope that you would return to me again, maybe even make good on your promise to take me away, but I also feared that you had given up on me, I was just a whore and too much trouble. Perhaps you had found someone else. It had been ten weeks, and I had given up hope, shattered and heartbroken, I carried on with my routine of giving myself to all manner of men, pretending that I liked them, when you were the only one I wanted to be with.

And then you came back. You had left the army and risked your life seeking the bounties on dangerous criminals. And you would use that bounty money to buy my freedom. Skarigen, true to character, got greedy and thought that he and his thugs could take your gold and still keep me. You showed them otherwise. You did the world a favor by killing that evil prick, and there are many women who owe you their freedom. You should have just run your sword through him in the first place.

You did as you promised and took me away from that horrible place and you promised that I would never be a whore again. You used the bounty money you earned to buy us a lovely house. And when spring rolled around, you made me your wife. Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. I thank the Goddess every day that you had come into my life and saved me.

You treat me like a princess, and I couldn't be happier. But you wanted to keep providing for me, so you continued to hunt bounties, despite the fact that you dislike that kind of work, and despite my hatred of the danger you put yourself in. And now, you promise me that this will be the last time. I just pray that you will return to me safely.

A couple of weeks pass since you left, and we get our first real showers of the season. It is welcome, my gardens could certainly use the drink. I settle into a comfy chair with a cup of tea and one of my books and wish that you were also there to snuggle into. I have begun watching the front gate often, hoping to see you walking down the street, dreading that it will be someone else, bearing the worst possible news.

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The three weeks you told me pass, I become more worried and miss you more and more with each day. At three weeks and four days, late in the afternoon, just getting dark, it is raining heavily once again. I look out the window and see old Tom Hadrich soaked to the bone in his tattered grey cloak as he makes his way up the street. A moment later, another tall figure comes into view. The figure is wearing a dark cloak, but I can see he is carrying a pack and has a sword strapped to his back and my spirits lift.

It's you, you have finally returned to me. My feet suddenly carry me out into the pouring rain and I call your name. You open the gate and I bowl into your strong arms. I look up at you and then pull back your dark hood. It is wonderful to see your handsome face smiling down at me, though your dark eyes seem piercing as the water streams down your tanned skin. You suddenly stoop down and cock your head, forcibly pressing your lips into mine. I melt into the lusty kiss, and hug your hard armored chest tightly as your tongue fervently explores my mouth.

I pull back and smile at you, "Thank the Goddess! I missed you, my love."

A thin smile forms on your lips, "Opel...my lovely wife. So beautiful." Your hands begin lewdly groping at my bosom, pulling at the wet fabric of my frock. My, it seems you have missed me too.

I laugh as I get hold of your hands and pull away, "Come, my brave knight. Let us get inside out of this rain."

We enter the kitchen and out of the pouring rain. "Welcome home, dear," I say happily as I shake the water out of my blue cotton frock. You walk past me and drop your pack on the floor. Your cloak is dripping wet and your boots are tracking mud over my clean floor. "You're making a mess," I say, but I'm not really bothered, I'm just very relieved to have you here in our home again.

You place your sheathed silver sword on the table and plop yourself down on a wooden chair, and then point at your muddy boots, "Help me get them off then, dear wife."

I nod and obediently walk over and kneel before you. You look at me with hungry eyes as I begin to undo the straps. I smile up at you, "So, that is it now? You are done with being a bounty hunter?"

"Oh yes," you say with a smile, "Paden Thornhill has hunted his last bounty."

I pull the left boot off of your foot, "Glad to hear it, so the hunt went well then?"

"It had its setbacks, but all turned out well in the end."

I pull the other boot off and then you start to undo your chest piece. You seem to be having some trouble with it. I stand up again, "Here, let me help you." I begin working to remove your armor. "You said you'd bring something nice back for me?"

"Oh, I have something for you right here, Sweetheart," you say as you rub at your groin.

I let out a laugh, of course you were the thing that I wanted most. "How about I draw us a warm bath and then cook up something for you, dear? You must be hungry."

"I'm hungry for you," you say as you stand up. You pull your chestpiece up over your head and drop it down onto the table with a heavy thud. I then let out a squeal as I find myself scooped up in your strong arms. You carry me across the room and ascend the stairs.

I am a little taken aback by your forwardness. You usually look forward to bedding me when you return home, as do I, but you are not usually this aggressive. I find myself getting quite excited. It had been too long since I had enjoyed your touch, felt the heat of your sex inside me. I've only had memories of you and my own touch to sate my desires these last few weeks. "Shouldn't we at least dry ourselves off first?" I ask with a smile.

"I like you all wet," you respond.

You bring me into our bedroom and I let out a squeal as you roughly dump me onto the bed. The wet hair clings to my face as I lay back on the bed looking up at you. I can hear you breathing heavily as you grab at the front of my soaked blue frock. There is a loud ripping sound as you tear it open. "Hey, go easy!" I protest, "There's no need to wreck my clothes."

You just let out a laugh as your hands lewdly grope at my firm boobs. Then you crawl over me and move your head down to my chest. Your hands squeeze around the taut flesh of my breast as your mouth seals around my nipple and begins sucking forcefully. I gasp for breath beneath you.

I let out small yelps as you continue to maul my pert breasts. You move your face over to the other protruding pink nipple and suck, lick and nibble at it. All the while, your hands are forcefully groping at me. I'm not accustomed to you being so rough. The stimulation is quite intense and small darts of pain shoot through me when your teeth clamp down on my sensitive nubs.

Soon you look up at my hot face and lick your lips. "Beautiful," you exhale as you brush my wet hair aside and then move up and begin to kiss me passionately. I moan softly and kiss you back as our tongues fervently rub against each other. Your hand runs up my leg and slides under my skirt, groping at my inner thigh.

We stop kissing for a moment and I catch my breath, "Oooh, my, Paden, you're like a wild beast!"

"You drive me that way, sweet wife!" Your fingers begin pressing hard into the soft fabric of my panties. I feel the potent rubbing in my soft folds and my pussy tingles and moistens. I moan softly with your lewd touch. My exposed breasts are heaving as I breathe deeply, I can see they are reddened from your attentions, and small droplets of water still run down the fleshy mounds.

Then your hand pulls away and you begin tugging at my blue frock. I squirm about and raise myself and help to get it off, but you are not gentle as you rip it away from my body. You toss the wet torn clothing to the side and then waste no time freeing me of my panties. You have a hungry look on your face as you spread my slender thighs apart and gaze at my glistening rosy slit.

I look up at you as you hurriedly pull your grey undershirt up over your head. My blood runs hot as I look upon your sexy muscular torso and strong arms. My eyes are drawn down to the bulge in your brown leather pants. Your hands fumble at the laces at the front and then your impressive erection is freed. I bite my lip as my eyes gaze over your beautiful thick shaft and darker swollen head. I spread my legs apart, inviting you to take me.

You get onto the bed and settle between my spread legs. You then roughly grab my thighs and raise my groin in front of you. Soon I feel your meaty cock rubbing into my aching slit. I gasp as you push forward and split me open, sinking into me with one hard thrust. My cunt is stretched tightly around your thick pulsing member and I writhe beneath you. "Aaaagh, yesss. Ooh Paden," I cry out in passion.

You pull back and then grunt and groan as you give me deep hard thrusts. I moan beneath you. The water shakes off both of us and soaks the bed as we vigorously fuck. You hold my legs tightly as your hard thrusts buck me. You are banging me hard and deep, and I cry out at the intensity. What has got into you? You are not usually this rough, not without my encouragement, anyway.

You let go of my legs and shift your weight on top of me. Then you start slapping your groin down between my spread legs, squashing me into the soft mattress with each deep stroke. I feel your big hard cock plowing through my hugging pussy and prodding so deep into me. I continue to moan and gasp with the intense potent pleasure. "Oh, ooh, oh Godess! Nngh, my love..."

I look up at your face, you are breathing heavily as you exert yourself, and seem to be wearing a blissful smug expression. You look down into my eyes and give a tight smile, "Aaaah, yess! That's good. Take it, Bitch!"

You never call me that, but I don't give it much thought. My mind is in a daze and I just let out a series of moans as you continue to pound into me at a steady pace.

Your cock slips out and rubs up my wet groin as you let out a groan. My empty sodden cunt still throbs strongly. "Oh, Paden..." I sigh. Then your hand slips behind my head and pulls me forward. I quickly lift myself up from the damp mattress and move toward your face, thinking that you want to kiss again, but I find my head being forcefully pushed down toward your hard wet cock.

"Use your sweet mouth, Bitch." You say as you hold my face down and rub the round wet head over my hot cheek. You don't need to be so forceful, you could just ask nicely. I wrap my hand around the thick shaft and take the tip into my mouth. I want to make you feel good. I stroke your turgid member while my lips seal tightly around you and my tongue rubs the underside of your swollen glans. I suck you hard as I bob my head down, taking you deeper.

You groan with pleasure as I suck and stroke your cock. Your fingers run through my damp hair. I can taste my own juices on your meaty rod. You smell different, somehow. Perhaps it's because you have been travelling through the rain, but you have more of a musty earthy smell.

You hold my head and begin thrusting your cock into my sucking mouth. I give muffled cries of protest as you roughly fuck my face. The fat head keep prodding into the back of my throat making me gag. I try to pull away but you have a firm grip of my head and just keep pumping into my mouth.

Finally you let me go and I cough and gasp. Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision. "Why are you being so rough with me?!" I ask.

"I told you, you drive me wild, dear wife." You then roughly flip me over on the bed. You raise me up on my knees with my rear in the air and start giving hard slaps to my pale bottom. I cry out and flop down onto the bed. Your strange behavior is starting to concern me.

I turn to you, "Please Paden, just make love to me like you usually do."

"I'm going to make love to your tight asshole," you say with a grin. I look at you in disbelief, "You never do that!"

Your hand slaps down on my ass and then fingers begin probing around my little pucker. "I missed you, dear little Opel. I want to explore every inch of you. You want to please me, don't you?"

"...Yes," I say reluctantly. I do want to please you. I had not done that since you saved me from the brothel. I used to hate it when my clients paid the extra for anal, particularly when they were big and rough. My ass would hurt for days. "Just be gentle, okay Honey?"

You chuckle as you come forward and grope at my butt. You shuffle over me and I feel your hefty cock rub along the cleft between my reddened cheeks. I brace myself as your blunt head prods into my netherhole. You push forward and I grit my teeth and groan as my sphincter is painfully stretched open and your cock sinks into me. You give a hard thrust, making me cry out as your fat member is wedged deep up my ass.

You then reach forward and push my head into the mattress as you begin pumping me with deep hard thrusts. I let out a series of cries and gasps as you pin me beneath you and fuck me hard. "Ahh, yeah, Bitch...so tight!" You grunt and groan with pleasure and ignore my pleas. I eventually calm down and lay still as I take your deep thrusts into my clenching asshole. It is not like making love to you at all, it's like my body is being ravished by a lust-filled beast.

You keep at it for a while before you stop thrusting and leave your cock prodding deep into my rectum. Then you slowly pull back, inch by inch, until your fat organ is released from my body's tight grasp and my aching hole is left gaping and empty.

You get off of me and crawl up to the head of the bed. I lie still for a moment, my sore ass is still throbbing. My passions have been extinguished, I just feel violated and confused. Slowly, I turn and look at you sitting with your back to the bedhead. Your big wet cock is still poking up from your lap. You give me a tight smile, "Come over here and suck me again, wife."

I blink the tears from my eyes, "What's the matter with you, Paden? You're treating me like a whore!" "You like being treated like a whore."

I can't believe it. That is something you would never say. Not after you promised me I would never be a whore again. Since you arrived home you have not been yourself. I suddenly recalled the dream I had, where you were consumed by a shifting changing shadow beast. I know that mystical forces exist in our world, and you can't always believe what you see. And I also realize that you had not cum. A terrible thought sends a chill right through me. I had to be certain.

I compose myself and wince as I sit up on the bed. My poor ass. "I just want to make you happy my love...You know, your mother will be visiting tomorrow, she'll be glad to see you have returned."

"Why do you mention my mother now?" you ask gruffly.

"I just remembered. Wouldn't you like to see her again?"

You stare at me coldly for a moment before replying, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

Because you laid flowers on her grave the day before you left. I know for certain now, and I suddenly feel sick and terrified, this man in my bed is not you at all.

The thing that was pretending to be you impatiently waved at his cock, "Now come and put that pretty mouth to good use, Dear."

I was frozen with fear, my heart pumped rapidly in my chest and my mind was racing. Yet I did my best to act natural. "Uh...how...how about I do that other thing that you really like."

"What other thing?"

"You know. With that special item that you gave me," I say, giving him a wink and nodding down to the chest at the foot of our bed.

The Impostor narrows his eyes and then slowly nods his head. "...Very well."

I flash him a smile and slip off the bed. The chest is unlocked and I lift up the lid. The stranger in our bed just eyes me cautiously, but can't see what I'm doing. My heart is beating fast and I work to calm myself. Sitting amongst our possessions, I see the small box made of quality wood. Inside it is the advanced gnomish-designed weapon that you had left for my protection. A weapon called "The Flintlock Pistol." I wrap my hand around the curved steel handle. It is already prepped and loaded in case of an emergency.

"Come on, hurry up, Dear!" he says impatiently.

I cock the weapon and take a deep breath as I work up my courage. Then I stand and point the pistol at the intruder who looks exactly like you.

"What is that?" he asks calmly.

"It's a weapon that will instantly blow a hole in your head. So don't move!" I make an effort to keep my hands from shaking.

The impostor looks calm and unfazed. "Ah, so that question about his mother was a test. You've figured it out. Maybe you're not quite as dumb as you appear, half-elf."

"Who the fuck are you?! Where is Paden?...Did you possess him?"

He turns and swings his legs over the edge of the bed and his back is facing me. I keep the weapon pointed at his head. "I said don't move," I yell.

"Who am I? I'm the one who killed your beloved husband, dear Opel."

The words hit me like a projectile, and my heart almost stops. "No! He can't be dead!"

"Of course he can be. He came up against me...and I am a God!" In the corner of my eye I see a long tentacle slip out from under the bed and whip up toward my arm. I cry out in surprise as the pistol is slapped out of my hands. Suddenly more long thin tentacles shoot toward me and wrap around both my arms. I yelp as I'm yanked onto the bed.

I struggle to get up, but find that I am held down firmly. The monster comes closer and brushes my hair from my face. He looks at me with your dark eyes, "My name is Bachrus. I have the power to change my form at will. I had my own army, The Order of the Leviathan, they worshipped me as a deep sea God, and I was consolidating a great deal of power. But then your husband and his friends came along and ruined everything. Killed my most loyal followers and convinced the rest that I was a false God. It really was an annoying setback."

I groaned and struggled on the bed as another fleshy tentacle writhed over my bare skin. "But I made your arrogant husband pay. Who did he think he was to take on a God like me? I took on the form of one of his companions and stabbed him in the back. He never saw it coming."

"Cowardly bastard!" I growled.

"He didn't die right away, though. I tortured and tormented him for some time. And I found a drawing of his lovely wife in his pack. I told him that I would come and pay you a visit, see that you were taken care of. That seemed to upset him very much. So here I am, forfilling my promise. Hehehe."

"You're not a God, you're just scum!"

"That's what your husband said, then I slit his throat and threw him into a river."

Tears well in my eyes as I fall into a pit of despair. "Then kill me too, you Asshole," I sob.

"No, not yet. We're going to have some more fun." The tentacles pull me up and I'm forced to sit up on the bed with my arms held above my head. I can see the two tentacles holding me are coming out from his back, the one that struck me has grown out of his leg. He obscenely still wears your face as he gives me a cruel smile. "Now that the charade is over, I can really give you something special."

His hard cock then begins to grow longer and longer right before my eyes. It is becoming a tentacle as it slithers out from his body and over my damp skin. It rubs up between my breasts and his hands reach forward and begin lewdly groping me again. The tentacle cock slides up further until it is rubbing over my hot face. "Aren't you going to give me a suck, sweet Opel?" Bachrus taunts.

The fat cockhead pushes into my lips, and I turn my head away. He then pinches my nipple hard and twists it, I'm struck with sharp pain and cry out. Then the cock pushes into my mouth and begins rocking back and forth, fucking my hot teary face.

Bachrus stops pinching my nipple and chuckles as he holds his hand up in front of my face. A mouth has formed in his palm. It opens up and I see a tongue and teeth within it, then it seems to smile at me. It is an incredible bizarre sight. The hand moves down and cups my breast again, and I feel the wet rough tongue swirling around my nipple. Then the lips seal into my soft skin and begin sucking at my sensitive nub.

A hand gropes at my other breast and feel another mouth licking and sucking me. I moan around the thick cock still thrusting through my lips, prodding into the back of my throat. More fleshy tentacles are rubbing over my skin. I feel them coiling around my legs, and they tighten and pull at me. My legs are raised off the bed and spread apart wide. I let out muffled protests as the tentacle cock pumps into my mouth.

"Heheheh, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, little half-elf bitch. I just wish your bastard husband could have seen this." I look at him through teary eyes and see more long cock tentacles grow out from his crotch. I don't care any more, the sick bastard can do what he wants to my body, he has already taken you away from me, and I don't want to carry on.

The tentacle moves to my exposed groin and I shudder as I feel the blunt tip prod around my puffy netherlips. It then forces its way into me, stretching my pussy open as it grinds its way in deeper. It feels huge. I yelp and gasp around the cock in my mouth. It slides in deeper and deeper until my cunt is filled with the monstrous invader. Then it begins giving me deep hard thrusts that buck my whole body. I cry out at the overwhelming sensations.

I then feel another fat cockhead pushing into my tender ass. It stretches my hole open and pushes in deep while the other big cock pumps my pussy unabated. I have two big cocks giving disjointed thrusts into my pussy and ass while another slides through my lips and fucks my face. My sore breasts are being roughly groped and sucked and licked by the freakish mouth hands.

I gasp and moan around the fleshy rod as my body is relentlessly violated by the shapeshifting monster. I can see that Bachrus is breathing heavily and exerting himself and also groaning with pleasure as he keeps thrusting his tentacle cocks into me. His hand moves down and the tongue begins probing around my slit as the thick shaft rocks back and forth into it. He is licking and sucking around my clit, sending unwanted tingling pleasure through me.

I feel the carnal pleasure quickly building inside my ravished body. All the stimulation is too much for me to take. The cock in my mouth pulls out and I gasp for breath while it slaps against my wet cheek. Then I begin moaning loudly as I reach my peak. "Aaaah, Oh fuck! Oooh, gaaaah!" My pussy flutters and clasps even tighter around the thrusting member. My whole body pulses with the blissful release emanating from my lower body.

I'm left hot and gasping, my mind in a daze. The thick cocks continue to thrust up my cunt and ass, splattering out my warm juices. I feel guilty and ashamed for getting off on this evil bastard's crude violations.

Bachrus let's out a taunting laugh, "Hehehe, I knew a whore like you would love being taken this way. Your pathetic Paden could never make you feel like that." He slows down his thrusts and then pulls his tentacle cocks out of me. I'm dropped onto the bed and lay there limply. My face is hot and wet with tears, my breasts are rosy red and my chest rises and falls quickly as I get my breath. My ravished orifices are still throbbing strongly.

I look up and see Bachrus smiling down at me with your face and I'm filled with anger and hatred. "I'll never enjoy being taken by a disgusting monster like you. You may pretend to be Paden, but you will never be half the man he is."

"Don't you mean "was" my little bitch? Perhaps I don't want to be a man. What did you say to me earlier? I'm like a wild beast?"

I watch on as he begins to change shape again. His tentacles retract into his body as it grows larger. His face shifts into a more bestial form with a long snout, sharp teeth and large pointed ears. His arms grow longer with large clawed hands. Black shaggy fur sprouts up all over his monstrous body. A huge dark erection pokes out aggressively from his furry groin with a bulging knot near the base. The monster stands eight feet tall, hunched over, and I look up at it in horror.

I quickly try to get away, but his long arms reach out for me and snatch me up. Bachrus lets out a deep throaty laugh as he pulls me closer to him. He stoops down to bring his bestial head close to mine and I feel his hot breath on my skin. His big rough tongue licks along my face and I clench my teeth and turn away in disgust.

"Let go of me, Asshole!" I cry out.

And then he quickly raises his head, "Quiet! I hear something." I hear something too, footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't believe it. Your sword appears at the doorway and then you appear behind it. "Paden!" I know it is really you, my dear Paden, my knight in shining armor. You are really alive, and you are here to save me once again. You are holding your sword in front of you, dressed in a simple grey shift, brown pants and boots.

"Bachrus!" you call out. "You evil bastard! Get away from my wife!"

"Thornhill! No...I killed you!" growls the beast. I yelp as he holds me up and brings his claws to my throat. "Don't come any closer, or I'll tear her neck open."

"You are not so good at killing me, Bachrus. I held on to life so that I could come back and show you how it's done. Now stop being a coward and hiding behind a woman. Let her go and face me, this is between me and you."

"Whelp! Who are you to take on a God?!"

"You're not a God. You're just a cowardly thug who squanders his power." I struggle against him, but he holds me tightly. I figure that certain areas of his body must be sensitive if he enjoys sex. I look down and bring my foot forward, then kick it back as hard as I can, slamming my heel into the tip of his fat cock. Bachrus howls in pain and jerks his hand away from my throat. You suddenly launch a dagger right into the arm that's holding me. He cries out again as I drop to the bed. I quickly shuffle over and drop onto the hardwood floor. His tentacles reach out for me as I roll under the bed.

I hear you rushing forward and slashing your blade. The sounds of crashing, yelling, growling, smashing and scuffling fill the room. From under the bed I can see your boots and his large furry feet move about as the two of you battle each other. ‘Come on Paden, kill the bastard!" I think, as I lay there tensely. Everything is happening so fast.

I hear our wall mirror shatter as someone is thrown into it. Then there is more yelling and a loud reverberating crash. I am shocked to see that the outer wall has been destroyed, and the two of you are no longer in the room. I gather my courage and crawl out from under the bed.

I hear the battle resuming outside. Through the large gap of the crumbled wall I can see the night sky and the houses across the street. I step forward and look out. The rain has stopped and the moonlight is reflected in puddles all along the dirt road. You appear to be hurt as you vigorously defend against the black monster's claw and tentacle strikes. I watch on helplessly. It is so much like my dream, it is scary.

I can't let that monster hurt you. I rush back into the room and grab the flintlock pistol off the floor. I run through the doorway, down the stairs and out of our front door. I can't see either of you as I slow to a walk and cautiously make my way to our front gate. I am naked, sore, fatigued and terrified as I hold the small weapon out in front of me.

I see your sword lying in the middle of the muddy road, and then I spot you as you lay wounded on the ground in the darkness. "Paden!" I call out as I rush over to you, you are hurt and bleeding. You look up at me as I lift you in my arms, "Opel...it's not safe."

Then I hear your voice call out to me from further away, "Get away from him!" Another Paden comes limping out toward me, also wounded and bleeding. "That's not me, get away from him!" Oh shit. I quickly back off and hold the pistol out in front of me.

"No, he's Bachrus. Shoot him!" says the Paden on the ground.

The other Paden drags himself closer, "Sweetheart, It's me."

I don't know what to do. You need help, but I can't tell which one is the real you.

"Give me the weapon, Opel," says the Paden on the ground, "I'll shoot him."

"No, don't give it to him, he's Bachrus," says the other.

I point the pistol at the Paden on the ground and look at the standing Paden, "I love you."

He takes another step forward, "I love you too, Dear."

"In this life and the next," you reply as you lay on the muddy ground. I raise the pistol and point it at Bachrus.

He has a shocked look on his face, "No..wait!" I pull the trigger and the pistol bucks in my hand. Bachrus lets out a loud cry as the ball shoot into his eye. He drops back onto the ground and his legs twitch for a moment before he falls completely still.

"Paden!" I drop the pistol and rush to your side again. "Are you okay?"

"Ngghh...I'll be all right, after a little healing." You reach up and gently caress my face with your hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I say as I bend down and kiss you on the lips. The neighbors are beginning to stir and make their way out onto the street to see what all the commotion is. I look back at Brachus and see black smoke rising from the body. It doesn't look like you any more, the corpse is black and lumpy all over, a vaguely humanoid shape. His true form is damn ugly.

You look over at him too, "You have just earned yourself an impressive bounty, Opel. What are you going to do with all that gold?"

I smile and kiss you again. I know what I'm going to do with it. You will never be a bounty hunter again.

The End

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