Dreadwolf
Copyright© 2021 by Stratothrax
Chapter 72
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 72 - Monster power fantasy. Eat and become Stronger, Bigger, Dominant. Rain is a survivor who got the short end of the stick in life. Reborn as a terrifying and dangerous monster everything changes and he has the chance to truly grow. (Werewolf type monster + humanoid girls.)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Were animal DomSub Harem Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Size
“Absolutely no way in hell.”
Opal wiggled her hips, still hopelessly stuck on him. “You don’t have much of a choice wolfy. You gonna let Lyra be executed? You promised to protect her, remember?”
Rain growled causing Opal to let out a squeak.
“H-hey vibrations! I’m s-sensitive after all that!”
Rain settled himself, it wasn’t easy due to how awkward their position was, Rain was on his side atop the collapsed sofa, Opal facing him, her arms embracing his chest, her head tilted back looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.
“Lyra was with us when I fell asleep, how did this happen...”
“Like I earlier said she went by herself.”
“How can I possibly go into town to save her like- like this!”
“Monsters feel no shame?”
“Monsters absolutely feel shame, walking around in public right in the open with you, with me inside-” Rain sighed and put his paw over his eyes. What even was this situation? He hadn’t even considered that this could be an issue, apparently he hadn’t quite adjusted to everything that his monster body entailed. He was coming to regret letting Opal have her way with the tea.
“Aww is wolfy scared of a few perverts looking at us?”
“Red peeking at us is one thing, walking through town with hundreds of people looking at us like this entirely another. I’m not interested in being an- an exhibitionist even if you are.”
Opal pouted in an annoyingly cute way. “Top Gobbos fuck in public sometimes, to show their dominance, nobody cares.”
“It’s different okay, I- It just is!”
“But you’re a monster now, you walk around naked most of the time!” She ran her hands over his chest and gripped a handful of his fur in her fists. “Lyra has seen you more naked than she has seen you clothed.”
“Fur. Fur is like clothes.”
“Mmmm is it though? You still aren’t actually wearing anything.”
“I-”
Rain was interrupted from their argument by the return of the voices.
“Monster, if you do not come out immediately we will take that as a refusal of our demands. We’re not waiting around!”
“C’mon, screw this, let’s go back, my girls will have finished packing by now.”
Now Rain was listening more carefully he was able to locate the direction the sound was coming from. A small statue of what appeared to be the original Ranker of Lynthia was set atop a side cupboard. Rain recognised the figure from a number of similar ones in town, including one he had destroyed in the process of hunting- fighting Adlen.
He raised his voice to be heard. “I will come with you.”
“It said it’s coming right?”
“Shit. Alright, fine.”
Came the reply from the statue.
Rain glanced back down at Opal who was happily rubbing her face into his chest and scowled. He couldn’t let Lyra be killed, he had made a promise, so he needed to think of something to avoid being stared at, walking through town with a half-naked Goblin on his- well it didn’t bear thinking about. He might be a monster now but that was going too far for his Human side.
His gaze slid from Opal’s black hair to the coat he was still wearing. Maybe...
With difficulty he shifted, awkwardly shuffling free from the collapsed sofa on his knees and then climbing to his feet, his paws wrapped around Opal’s rear to keep her steady. She let out soft little moans as he moved and shifted inside of her. Then he slowly removed his paws one after the other letting Opal rest entirely on his length. She grabbed at him as she started to move, wrapping her arms around his chest and her legs around his hips, pressing her cum filled belly against his front, it radiated so much heat he could feel it through his fur.
He was now standing with a Goblin girl attached to his front.
In his opinion, he looked absolutely ridiculous.
“It’s like I’m clothes,” muttered Opal. It was difficult to hear her with so much fur in her face.
“You’re not clothes, and don’t get any weird ideas from this.”
He set his lips and grabbed for the edges of his coat, bringing them together to hide the Goblin. He paused as he realised he had another obstacle. Buttons. He fiddled desperately with them, his too big claws trying to hold one side steady while he nudged the button in. After several failed attempts, and his increasing frustration, a small hand reached out and helped him aim. This time things went quickly and he soon had the coat buttoned up.
He looked down. The result wasn’t awful. The size of the coat helped hide Opal’s shape and as he tried hunching forward slightly he found that it helped hide her even better.
“This could work. It’s not too noticeable and if anyone does spot anything I doubt they will realise just what is happening.”
“Boo.” said Opal, her voice muffled behind the coat.
“You’re just going to have to deal with not getting to expose yourself.”
“At least you can walk fuck me,” murmured the goblin so quietly that Rain missed it.
He turned and glanced toward the statue, it hadn’t replied again, he hoped the pair were still outside or he would have to run after them to catch up. He didn’t think that would end well for Opal.
He made his way through the mansion, it didn’t take long as there was more or less a direct path through it to the front door that he had made in his hunger induced madness. The mansion wasn’t exactly doing great, the original battle combined with his smashing of walls and Adlen’s enchanted spear had made it so every single room in the place had seen at least some damage, scattered rubble across the floor, fallen plaster, shattered timber and furniture. He imagined the Ranker would be exceptionally upset with what had been done. The thought almost made him smile.
The front door was as it was. He had replaced the doors and while they did look quite ragged they were still functional. He placed a paw on the handle and pushed through into the open. Outside in the warm sunlight were two human men, clearly guards. They were hunched over a small statue that was recessed in an alcove of the wall to the side of the door. One was prodding it with a gauntletted finger.
“See, I told you it wasn’t any good, you shouldn’t have moved it, you disconnected it from the mansion’s enchantments, now it’s bloody useless.”
“Wha- what do you mean useless? You told me to fix it! Oh gods the Ranker is literally going kill us for this!”
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