1. "He Speaks For Us"


    Date: 12/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, massage, Monster, Author: Drake Richards, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    coins, then let go. The girl’s arm trembled. Her small chest heaved with every breath, and starlight reflected in fresh tears upon her cheeks. “Fine,” she spat out. “Just follow me.” Rising on shaky legs, they walked through Kishi’s narrow alleyways. Only silence passed between them until they had come to a cluster of rugged stone walls. “In here,” the girl remarked as she ducked through a thin cloth. The stranger followed, but had to bend low to enter. Inside, moonlight filtered between the smattering of straw which remained above them. The stranger looked about until the girl coughed. “It’s not very much,” she explained, looking up at him, “but you won’t need to be standing for long.” She smiled weakly at him, but the stranger did not move. “Should we start, then?” No response. She paused for a moment, frowning, then reached behind her. Her dress grew slack, and she gave him a coy smile. She began to tease the dress from her shoulders, twirling about as she did so. The stranger followed suit, and removed his hood. When the girl turned back around to face him, she screamed. She backed away to the far side of the hovel until her bare back bumped against the rough wall, arms crossed against her chest. The stranger crouched low, peered around quickly, and put a long clawed finger to his lipless jaws. Her scream echoed about the empty streets, but no calls answered it. Minutes passed in silence. The girls’s eyes darted about the shack and her whole frame shook, but her eyes ...
    kept returning to the only exit and the jet-black creature which stood there. When he did not move, the girl finally spoke. “You’re a Scale,” she said simply. He nodded. “Can you speak?” The stranger opened his lipless mouth, and with sure diligence shaped his jaws into the proper shapes. “Yes,” he finally managed in a hissing, grating voice. “What do you want?” she asked quickly. “I don’t have anything you can take any more, I’m not powerful or anything, I’m nobody! I mean it, please! Don’t take me away!” Tears began to stream down her face. The tall Scale sat down where he was. He folded long, plated arms over his crossed legs. “I will not hurt you,” he whispered. “I do not bring harm.” The girl drew in a few ragged breaths. Her choked sniffling was the only sound in the room for some time before she recovered enough to ask “Then what are you doing here?” “I heard that man say that you were to give help. I need help, and so I found you.” The girl shook her head in confusion. “But I’m not… I mean, I’m a…” she stared at him, bewildered, from what he could tell. “You didn’t want a whore, then?” Whatever that word meant, she spat it out disdainfully. “I do not know. Are you a ‘whore’?” “I-” the girl began to say. She frowned, bowing her head. “No, I’m not.” “Ah. I am sorry to confuse you. Where can I find one, if they are the ones who sell help?” The girl raised her eyebrows at him. “You really don’t know what a whore is, do you?” The Scale shook his long head. “Well, there aren’t ...
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