Chapter 49: Gretel’s F*ta Cock Surprise

While Lexi was leading the young elf over to one side of the hot spring, Gretel and Samantha swam to the far side, crossing through the deeper middle section, where it was too deep even for the monk to stand. The silence between the two girls as they crossed the pool was palpable. Because, even though they participated in a very memorable threesome with Lexi following the party’s assault on the goblin village, the most they had done with each other even during that event was to kiss. They had never really fucked one another — definitely not one-on-one either.

Mindful of her secret futanari transformation, Gretel was careful to keep her massive cock fully submerged under the cloudy water’s surface as the pair approached the opposite shore. It was just far enough away from Lexi and Danica that the pair could no longer see them through the this blanket of steam — though the moans of pleasure already issuing from the elf most certainly did carry across the spring’s surface. The fact that Lexi and Danica were already getting down to business served to increase rather than decrease the atmosphere of nervousness among Gretel and Samantha, with both girls feeling an almost palpable pressure of expectation weighing the down.

“Sooo…” Gretel said, eyes darting up to meet Samantha’s and then shying away apprehensively. “How should we, erm, y’know…get started?”

“I was actually hoping that you might have some suggestions as to that,” Samantha said, a furious blush darkening the monk’s bronze skin.

Seeing that kind of reaction from the normally imposing and seemingly fearless warrior actually helped put Gretel’s mind at ease, reminding the mage that she had been given a cock and would need to be the one to start putting that to use as the dominant member of this pairing — that is, if she wanted to get anywhere before the time limit on the magically generated organ expired. The mage took a deep breath, and floated towards Samantha, careful to keep her hips angled back so as not to give away the futa cock surprise, but close enough that she could run her hands over her rippling muscles.

Gretel actually gasped in surprise as she traced her fingers across the striated cords of Samantha’s enormous biceps and tightly muscled pecs. The muscles were so amazingly hard and firm that it was like she was caressing a statue — albeit, one that was warm to the touch. Her own ample bosom floated in the bubbling spring water, and as the mage closed the gap between the two, the softness of her breasts met the hard musculature of Samantha’s, in the ultimate juxtaposition of titty differentiation. Pure muscle met pure pillowy softness in that meeting, Gretel’s large pink nipples poking out stiffly to rub against the monk’s equally stiff dark brown nubs.

Gretel knew what she wanted to do, but was unsure of the best way to get there. Not only was this her first time taking such an active part in a lovemaking session, but the very thought of trying to manhandle Samantha just seemed absurd to the immeasurably weaker and vastly smaller mage. So, buying for time, Gretel did the only thing she could think of at the moment, and leaned in for a deep kiss, plunging her tongue into the wet confines of Samantha’s willing mouth. At first, the mage’s hands simply roamed aimlessly across the seemingly infinite expanse of Samantha’s musculature, fingers exploring each peak and valley of the corded muscles they encountered at every turn.

Oddly enough, Samantha, appeared to be even more naturally passive when it came to sex than Gretel, which was saying a lot insofar as Gretel was normally quite the submissive. However, the throbbing erection which had sprouted through Lexi’s spell from the crest of her labia, replacing her tiny clitoris with a thick seven inch piece of meat, demanded satisfaction. A surge of testosterone from the futanari transformation flooded through the mage’s endocrine system, filling her with a desire to dominate and to penetrate the exotic brown warrior woman in front of her.

Seizing the initiative for once in her sex-life, Gretel suddenly grabbed a fistful of Samantha’s hair, not too tightly, but just enough to try and show the monk that she meant business. The mage broke their kiss and gave the monk a slow lick along the side of her neck, pausing when she reached the warrior’s ear to whisper not a request, but a command.

“Bend over so I can eat that hot pussy of yours,” Gretel said, desperately trying to keep the tremor of nervousness which threatened to overwhelm her from reaching her voice.

Samantha blushed so deeply at the mage’s directive that for a moment, with her intensely red face and shock of shaggy white hair, Gretel was reminded of a radish. She bit back the surge of laughter that threatened to crack her commanding facade, knowing that if she gave in at all she would devolve into a fit of giggles and ruin any momentum she had managed to build. Instead, she assumed what she hoped was an imperious gaze as the mage released her grip on Samantha’s hair and moved her hands down the sides of the monk’s thickly muscled body to lift her hips up out of the shallow water.

There was a conveniently located boulder with a flat top covered in soft green moss just behind Samantha. And, as Gretel pulled the large warrior up out of the water — still keeping her own hips discretely beneath the surface — she spun Samantha around, and laid her out on the rock, with her chest and stomach pressed flat against the mossy surface, leaving her enormously muscled ass pointed straight in Gretel’s direction. Although she had just emerged from the water, Gretel could tell that the moisture clinging to the plump brown cunt that peeked out from between the two muscular round cheeks was more than just water. The musky scent of Samantha’s arousal was so thick that the mage could smell it before she even got her face close to the monk’s glistening brown flesh.

“Haaa!” Samantha cried out, clutching at the moss and sinking her fingers deep into the spongy vegetation as Gretel’s tongue licked slowly up the entire length of her cunt, starting at her hooded clit and ending just below her puckered brown asshole.

Gretel gripped the monk’s firm cheeks as tight as she could, though her fingers did not sink into Samantha’s flesh like they might have in a normal ass. So firm were the monk’s muscles, that the mage was again strongly reminded of gripping the ass of a warm — and increasingly wet — statue. The only part of the warrior woman which was not as unyielding and firm as the iron staff she carried into battle was the plump brown pussy which Gretel now lapped at. Clearly enjoying the slow passes of the mage’s broad flattened tongue against her slick folds, Samantha let out breathy moans of delight as she moved her hips up and down in time with the slurping licks and suckles of the mage’s lips and tongue as they deftly explored the delicate contours of her secret center of softness.

“W-Wait,” the monk said in a soft girlish voice that was so different from her usual brusque manner. “D-Don’t stop n-now…please.”

Gretel had pulled her tongue away, finally coming out of the water to stand behind the bent-over monk. Her cock now ached with the desire to penetrate Samantha’s juicy cunt, every lick the mage made having made her hornier and harder at the thought of how amazing it would feel to plunge her cock into the monk’s tight depths.

“Don’t worry,” Gretel said, as a wicked grin spread across her face. “I’ve got a surprise that I’m pretty sure you’re going to like.”

“Wha—eek!” the monk squeaked when Gretel gripped her cock around the base and smacked it playfully against the outside of Samantha’s needful pussy.

“That’s right!” the mage said, plunging the entire length of her thick futa cock into Samantha’s hot and tight tunnel, bottoming out inside the muscular girl, the tip of her big dick pumping up against the monk’s cervix with that first powerfully deep thrust.

Whatever question might have been on Samantha’s lips was immediately driven out of her mind by the furious pounding Gretel started to deliver. Intent on making the most out of the remaining minutes she had with her futa cock toy, Gretel railed Samantha, hammering her brown cunt with jackhammered thrusts that would have made any pornstar proud. The slaps of her thighs against the monk’s hard muscled ass cracked like thunderclaps, ringing out clearly across the steam covered pool’s surface to echo throughout the clearing. Samantha threw her head back, cascades of rippling muscles arching her spine as she panted, open-mouthed, tongue lolling out from the powerful doggy style pounding she was receiving.

For Gretel’s part, she was completely in heaven. The sensation of plunging her thick hard cock deep into Samantha’s red-hot cunt was like nothing the mage had imagined. Not that her mind was in any space to even begin analyzing the experience, but it was not so much that the sensations in her cock were necessarily better than what she felt from being on the receiving end of a nice fat dick. Rather, the novelty of both being the one doing the cock-wielding as well as the intensely different locus of sensations emanating from the magical organ were overwhelming to the mage. The experience was so heady that she almost felt drunk from the amazing waves of pleasure vibrating through her cock from Samantha’s insanely tight pussy.

Neither Gretel nor Samantha could withstand the mage’s furious assault for very long, however. After a few more violent thrusts, Gretel buried her cock down to the root, throwing her own head back, pink hair cascading down her ivory skin, as the dam holding back her first orgasm as a futanari burst wide, sending a tidal wave of pleasure careening through the valley of her soft curvy body.

“Gyaaa!” the mage cried. Whatever thoughts may have been swirling around in her head about how sex with a cock might not be that different from a cunt went out the window as soon as the first rope of thick cum shot out of her cock.

Rope after rope of hot white cum spewed out of Gretel’s magical futa cock, with each pulsing shot rocking her body like the orgasmic aftershocks of an earthquake. Her hips spasmed uncontrollably as she filled the monk’s tight brown cunt with far more semen than any man could dream of producing, coating Samantha’s insides with the potent and immense volumes of cum that could only come from a futanari. The first splash of Gretel’s hot cum against her womb was enough to send Samantha careening towards the edge of her orgasmic precipice as well.

“Fuuuck!” she moaned, her brown pussy grinding hard on the pulsing cock buried deep within. “F-Fill me u-up! Just l-like that!”

Every corded muscle in Samantha’s massive body tensed at once, thick bands of muscle rippled like waves down the immense expanse of her broad back, her entire body clenching in unison with her cock-filled cunt. It was such a liberating feeling for Samantha, not only to be fucked — and well fucked at that — but to temporarily set aside her emotional armor and assume the part of the submissive and allow herself to be sexually dominated by an assertive cock-wielder. She buried her face into the soft velvety moss, crying out with unintelligible moans of ecstasy as the mage continued to unleash her torrent of hot futa cum into the deep recesses of Samantha’s pussy. Unfortunately for the monk, just as she was nearing the edge, both the pace of Gretel’s fucking as well as the fullness yielded by the cock itself receded — leaving Samantha just barely deprived of the orgasm she had been driven towards.

“Awww man!” she heard Gretel complain. Looking over her shoulder, Samantha could see that the thick futa cock which the mage had been granted was rapidly shrinking, reverting back into the small clitoral button from which it had sprouted.

Samantha let out a moan, needfully thrusting her muscular ass back in Gretel’s direction, begging to once again be filled by her magical futa cock. No longer plugged by the organ, a river of cum began to flow like a white gooey waterfall, pouring out of the monk’s gaping brown cunt and into the bubbling water between the two girls. For a moment, the only sound to be heard were the labored breathing of the exhausted mage and monk, and the steady plunking sounds as globs of cum leaked out of Samantha and fell into the water. That rhythmic combination was interrupted, however, by a call from a familiar voice, coming out of the steam just behind Gretel.

“I think I can help with this little situation.”