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So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi,
it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking
good fantasies. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying
on your bed. Just loosen any clothes and put your
earbuds in, closing your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure
of my voice caressing over and inside you. And when
you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and
take a deep breath and hold it for a moment
and let it go with a sigh, letting go of
any tension, any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so,
it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your
time to release that in a woman as you listen
to my voice and feel the story moving through your
body as you enjoy tonight's show. Tatty's sleep was shattered
by the loud banging on the door. Her bedroom. Still
cloaked in darkness, she could only assume that this was
a life or death emergency. If it wasn't, it was
about to become one. Dressed in only a loose shirt,
Tatty stumbled through her apartment, knocking into walls as she went.
Despite the fact she had lived in this apartment for
fifteen years, she had never felt more lost in it
than she did now. Shaking her head from the remaining tiredness,
she managed to find her apartment door. Squinting through the
security people, she could only make out vague shadows on
the hall outside. Consoling herself that if someone was outside
her apartment, they must have got past security, and just
looking at the security by the main door, Tatty knew
that would make one hell of a lot of noise,
so reaching up, she twisted the deadlock and let the
door swing open. To say the next few seconds were
a blur was most definitely an understatement. The only thing
that was definite was there was a large, furred hand
around her neck, squeezing it so tightly that she blacked
out there and then it must have been ages until
she came round, because she certainly was not in her
apartment trees surrounded her, and she could only guess that
she was in the middle of a forest. It seemed
to be somewhere nearing dawn. It certainly seemed like that
time when she had returned from parties in the past,
just before daybreak. Of course, coming home from the parties,
she had been wearing slightly more clothes than she was
right now. Mostly she had warm panties and usually a
bra of some description, and she could honestly not recollect
a forest of undergrowth being involved at any time. Tatty
had to admit it had been a long time since
she had been in a forest. But from what she
could recall, the forest didn't smell this musky. She pondered
for a moment, trying to remember. No, it definitely wasn't
this musky. There was something wrong with this forest, something
she couldn't put her finger on. Of course, it didn't
help because the veil of night still encompassed her thoughts
and the forest, and so she couldn't see anything. The
screams that suddenly started in the distance were certainly not
commonplace in the forest she had been in, well, not
unless you were involved with a very strange acting group.
It barely sounded human. Well, it didn't sound human. Tatty
just wanted it to be human so bad because it wasn't.
Then she had an even bigger problem than being in
the forest in just her night shirt. There was something
else out here with her, and it didn't sound happy.
The scream happened again, louder, closer. The very sound of
it sent a chill up and down her spine. It
reminded her of she tried to recall. It did remind
her of something, she just couldn't remember what Chabbawockee. That
was it. She'd seen a recital of Jabbowokie when she
was much younger. On stage it had large puppet monsters
in it and everything. And this scream it echoed again, closer,
Just this was real and here and very very close. Well,
she meant to run now, She really wasn't dressed for
running through the forest. There again, she wasn't dressed for
hiding either. It was so much easier when all this
happened on TV and she knew all the answers. Then
right now she was so terrified she just stood absolutely still.
She didn't run, nor did she hide. So when the
large man shaped being came crashing through the undergrowth. He
caught her squarely on her chin, knocking her to the ground.
Before she drifted into the now familiar darkness, she heard
the word fuck cursed loudly. When she eventually came round again,
a pair of shiny silver eyes watched with accusing interest.
They tipped from side to side, studying her face. Why
didn't you run? Tatty was aware of the words. They
seemed to appear in her her mind, as if they
hadn't bothered with all the normal irritation of actually going
through her ears. Yet somehow she felt every vibration of
those words echoing through every part of her body. Was
I meant to? She ventured, before rationality swamped her mind.
Where the hell am I? And who the hell are you?
She asked, Her mind are washed with sudden panic. I
am Carulu. The rhythm of the words caressed Taiti in
way she had never thought possible, as if his fingers
were massaging the words deep inside her. You were on
my planet and we are being hunted by the Cassadoor tribe.
They intend to kill us. Despite the severe warning in
those words, there was something still incredibly sensual, as she
felt them, caressing every inch of her, almost as if
they were vibra rating through her Caralou stood up and
looked around for the first time, Tatty could see him properly.
He was a lot taller than she had thought. The
first rays of the morning sun reflected on his perfectly
bald head. His silver eyes were slightly larger than a human's.
His face was beautiful, if unusual, and framed by what
seemed to be a perfectly trimmed beard. Every now and then,
a long forked tongue lipped around his lips in such
a salacious way. Although his body was vaguely man shaped
if you ignored the tail, of course, he still wasn't
quite what she expected from a man. He was completely naked,
his muscles ripped under his skin, vibrations moving up and
down his body. As he stood there basking in the
early morning sun. His tail flicked from side to side
as if it had a mind of its own. It
was thick and strong, a tail intended for business, not
just for show. As he turned, the muscled plane of
his stomach glistened in the golden light. The hair on
his chest moved in the morning breeze, almost like the
wind brushing over the morning tide, forming a wonderfully artistic
Muriel over his sculptured chest, down over his muscular stomach.
Tatty whimpered as her eyes drifted lower. An acre erupted
between her thighs at the sight of him, so long
and wide, and he wasn't even erect. It took her
all her will power to terr her eyes away, knowing
full well if she didn't, the dampness that was starting
between her thighs was going to be teasing down her
legs at any moment. He sniffed the air momentarily, looking confused,
as if he was trying to place a memory that
didn't quite fit. Turning to Tatty, he said, we need
to move. The Cassador will be looking for us. Tatty
shook her head. Wait, I don't get this, she said,
in disbelief. This is your home. Why are you being chased?
Carollo sighed, his shoulders visibly dropping. It's probably more accurate
to say it was our planet. The Cassador appeared some
twelve months ago and started hunting our women. As men,
we are strong, but nowhere near as strong as we
are when we have our women here. The cassador knew
this and hunted them all down. A sadness haunted his
face as he turned toward the forest. They killed every
last one. I thought I smelled one just now, but
it must have been my imagination. Why were the women
so important, Tatty asked, curious. I'm perfectly aware this probably
wasn't the time for this conversation. They had an essence,
a sever and when we tasted it, we became stronger,
more aggressive, more territorial. So when they were butchered, we
lost that. Pushing a hand over his bald head, he whispers,
we need to find somewhere safe so we can plan
our escape. Tatty just nodded. She had no idea where
she was or how to get away from here right now.
She was just grateful for this man or whatever he was.
At least he wasn't trying to kill her, so that
had to be a positive, right holding his hand for hers,
he lifted Tatty to her feet briefly. As she took
his hand, the heat emanating from his naked body was
so intense she could feel it pressing over every pore.
This was definitely not the time to be aroused. But
if she didn't feel incredibly horny with him so close,
so naked, and so ripped. As their hands gripped a
little tighter, she was sure she could feel his huge
colt twitching against her thigh, as if it was just
starting to grow hard. Pulling her onward, he led her
through the undergrowth. The morning dew on the leaves kissed
at her naked thighs, taunting her with their icy caresses
as they whipped at that most sensitive area. Something about
being around this man distracted her so much, filled her
mind with carnal thoughts, to the point that she realized
she was just following him through the forest with no
thought to why, and ware so many questions that should
have been burning through her mind. There should have been
forcing their way to her lips, yet for some reason,
around him, they just vanished into nothing. Blood curling scream
rose again a little way off. Cara Lou did not
pause or ask. He just started running, dragging Tatty behind him,
the caress of the undergrowth becoming nothing but a determined whipping,
sending pulses of pleasure moving through her body. Fuck, this
was not the time to be turned on. Yet she
was just a woman. How could she possibly not be
turned on right now. Suddenly there was a metallic ringing
sound close to her ear, as if someone had hit
a long tube with a hammer. Before she had time
to think, Carolo fell sliding down a banking next to them,
dragging Tatty with him. Once they eventually hit the bottom
of the banking, Carrol Lou struggled back against the undergrowth,
dragging Tatty back, trying desperately to cover them both with
the dense foliage. It was then that she saw the wound,
the blood seeping from above his peck, as if he
had been shot. Panicking, she lifted her night shirt and
pressed it against the wound, trying to kneel over his
strong thighs. With a lot of struggling, she just about
managed to sit across one thigh. Disconcertainly, she could feel
his muscles rippling up and down that leg as she
tried to tend his wound, lots of little muscles vibrating
up and down his thigh, which was pressed tightly against
her pussy. She was beginning to wonder if this was
just some erotic dream. She had never felt so turned
on in her life, and at such an inappropriate time.
It must be the adrenaline, she can told herself. But damn,
if her pussy was not dripping over his thigh, she
could feel it throbbing in perfect symphony with the pulsing
sensations moving up and down his leg. Without thinking, she
pushed her pussy down onto his leg a little harder
as she felt those vibrations kissing over a clit she
could not help but moan loudly. Her call clutched wildly,
the rising pleasure that flooded over her body masking any inhibition,
any reservation. Her legs clenched tightly around Caralew's thigh, pulling
it up against a pussy as she rocked her pelvis,
rubbing her trembling folds against the length of his thigh,
feeling his muscles massaging every desire in her body. Caralu
just watched her. His expression confused receiver, he whispered, tatty
let her hand rock to his thigh, rubbing her clit
against his muscles with the thumb. Her orgasm burning like
a wildfire through a body. She could do nothing but
surrender to this pleasure, to let it go. She knew
if she did not let it go, then it would
plague them both while they tried to escape. They couldn't
afford the distraction. Caralou poured her tight against him, and
he raised his thigh, forcing her orgasm to explode through
her body. The waves of pleasure flooded up and down,
forcing gasp after gasp, moan after moan to escape her
lips as her breathing slowed, her body still trembling, curly
silver eyes watched her with a curious intensity. Without saying
a word, he reached down and placed his fingers around
her wrist, pulling her hand back up from between her thighs,
his gaze holding hers, he slid her thumb between his
smiling lips, his fork tongue, his fork tongue acrobatically dancing
around her thumb, circling it, sucking it, licking every drop
of come from it. Before he smiled and whispered a
sever Tatty watched in amazement as a blood on his
chest wound stopped flowing, and the wound's simply healed over.
As he continued to suck her thumb, his already sizeable
cock grew between her thighs, pressing against her pussy. His
gaze intensified, holding a rigid with his glowing desire, the
silver of his eyes transforming slowly moving to pale green,
and as he continued to taste her thumb, they glistened
with a jade green hue, the depth of their color
a veritable chasm of desire to swallow. Tutty hole. Without warning,
his tail flicked around her, encircling her before lifting her slightly,
and then he slid down the banking, replacing her astride
his face voraciously, he ate at her pussy, his long
tongue twisting and somehow pinching at her clip as it
made broad strokes up and down the length of a pussy.
She could feel the intensity of his breath as he
sucked on her folds, willing every drop of juice from her.
It was as if his breath was grasping at every
inch of a pussy, massaging it, rubbing it with animalistic desire. Fuck,
it was like he was dying of thirst and the
only thing that would satisfy his need was the taste
of her pussy. It felt so intense, but so fucking good.
Tatty slid her fingers over his board crown as she
rubbed her pussy over his mouth, the bristles of his beard,
sending a new wave of pleasure ricocheting through a body.
His fingers clasped tightly on her ass, pulling her in
as his tongue pressed deeper, dragging the most intense orgasms
she could remember through a body, forcing her to succumb
to his passion, his need, his lips, forcing her to
surrender to her own carnal desires. As his tail circled
her breast, grasping them firmly rubbing her rect nipples without
a hint of sensitivity. Taty cried out in unrepentant pleasure,
her voice echoing through the trees as every cell in
her body erupted in a volcano of pleasure. Panting, she
reached down for his hardculk. Fuck. She couldn't even get
her fingers around it. How the hell was she going
to take him inside her? Suddenly there was a snort
from the trees at the top of the banking, as
if some overgrown wild hog was pushing through the undergrowth.
Without warning, Karralou moved her to one side as he
leaped from beneath her. Somehow, the man that was just
moments from death fifteen minutes ago was now leaping up
her twenty foot banking as if it didn't exist. There
were more sounds from above the banking, more grunts, barking,
and then a squial, a long drawn out squial that
sounded above all else painful, before a wrenching sound that
created images in Tatty's mind she would rather forget. A
few seconds later, Carolou landed to stride her, leaning down,
his fingers pushed between her thighs, exploring the still trembling
lips of her pussy, before lifting his hand triumphantly into
the morning sun. His bright green eyes fixated on Tatty
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