Wirra 1 (Mf, Fm, Ff, Anal, Oral, Fantasy)
by KeithMcD


Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, I don't rape and never have, used drugs nor have I
murdered anyone. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things
my characters do and none of the situations are real either.
These are just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT
wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one
takes my tales as anything but strokable fun.

Please email me with your comments at:
Keith DOT  McDougall134 AT googlemail DOT com





1

The air was electric, screams filled the night as the elf-like
women tried to escape through the trees.

A huge, powerful mountain man crashed through the brush after
them, slamming a ham-like fist into the head of one little thing
and knocking her flat.

She was dazed as he snatched her up by her head and dragged her
back through the trees to the encampment, intent on raping the
young forest girl.

Others had caught their prey too, the laughter and jeers echoing
the screams and pleading of the small, plump-thighed women.

They were taken by surprise, not hearing the men approach the
encampment at all, not knowing how they managed to slip into the
camp without being see or heard.

Borag slapped the struggling girl again and again, stunning her.

He had learned not to hit them too hard, having killed many
earlier in his life.

He tore her skimpy green clothing, ripping it from her fresh
young body and leant down to lick and suck her plump little
breasts, lapping her white flesh until she was quivering.

Then he parted her heavy thighs and exposed her plump ripe
vagina, its sparse hair having been plucked many times since her
puberty.

He sniffed at her fresh scent, then licked into the open slit,
tasting her.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned in delight, the girl below him whimpering as
he tongued her, the huge man easily holding her on the floor of
the small hut.

He lapped her wet flesh, suckling on her fat lips and brushing
his tongue against her already swollen clit.

She shuddered, moaning louder, the fight now gone out of her.

He worked on the swollen bulb of flesh, rasping his tongue
against it some more and the flicking it until she cried out and
orgasmed hard, thrashing under him.

He laughed, raising up and freeing his massive erection, knowing
that only now could her thrust it into her nubile young body.

The tip leaked its slimes and he rubbed it against the wet lips
of the forest girl, her moaning was half of pleasure from her
orgasms and half terror of the impending rape.

He leaned into her and forced her lips apart, the entrance to her
vaginal opening clamping tightly around the fat head of his
enormous cock, resisting his efforts to enter her.

"GAH! You're a tight one!" he laughed and leaned harder down onto
her, reaching under her to cup that amazing little arse and pull
her up against him.

The head of his huge cock spread her open wider and then forged
slowly into her very slippery pussy.

She let out a huge scream as he started to ease into her, the
thick horrible cock opening her open and tearing away her
virginity.

"Ahhhhhhh!" the bestial brute above her grunted in delight, "So
tight!"

She whimpered, sobbing as the huge post of nuduled meat sank up
into her trembling belly, deep into her young body.

Then the rape began.

Borag lay heavily upon the squealing girl and cupped her plump
little buttocks in his huge, powerful hands.

She gasped and moaned in agony, the column of bestial flesh
moving in her body, stroking her tender insides, tearing the
pleasure out of her.

She felt the slow stroking of his enormous cock getting nicer and
nicer, making the young forest girl feel good until the pain
stopped and the pleasure started tearing into her with the
sliding cock.

"Unngh!" she grunted before she could stop herself,
"Mmmmmmooooooooo!"

The bestial man laughed, once again his 'pleasure-giver' had
conquered another of the sweet little wood creatures.

Soon she too would breed for him, her young belly swollen with
his offspring, another strong boy to carry on his line.

"That's right, my little woodling." he gasped happily, "Cum for
me!"

He felt her clasping his erection so very tightly inside her
sweet little body, knowing that she was already orgasming.

She cried out, and Borag gasped in pain as her vaginal muscles
contracted around him, grinding his large thick cock savagely.

He cried out and his hardness broke, his balls tightening and his
thick, sticky seed spurting into the squealing girl as she
continued to cum very, very hard on him.

He moaned, feeling like she was sucking on him, draining his
balls.

He bellowed, crying out as he filled her womb, the rest of his
sperm leaking out of her around his cock, coating his balls.

He lay on her for a while longer, gasping for breath and opening
his eyes to stare down at the little 'devil' with a grin.

"Amazing, you little delight!" he laughed when he had caught his
breath, "I think I should keep you."

She gave a sweet little whimper, her huge green eyes sparkling
with excitement that belied her sweet innocent and very
frightened face.

He held her tightly as he got to his feet, his thick monstrous
cock still throbbing in her very tight guts as he hugged her
against him and walked out of the hut.

--

The sudden raid on the mountain men's encampment shocked them so
much that they were unable to fight back.

The last of them stood in the centre of their camp with a mighty
axe, slaughtering any of the woodland men who dared come too
close.

The others tore through the rest of the camp, finding the
trembling little forest girl lying naked on a bed made of animal
skins, her naked body covered in sweat and her crotch leaking the
torrent of sperm from all the mountain warriors from the camp.

She giggled stupidly as her rescuers picked her up from the bed,
covering her and taking her back out of the camp.

The big warrior still defending himself was none other than Borag
himself, the bestial man had kept her as relief for his warriors.

He saw them taking the girl and bellowed, rushing at the
encircling forest men and encountering bowmen, waiting to shoot
dozens of arrows into his body.

He faltered and stood his ground, then he turned and ran into the
rocks at great speed, the bowmen firing on the rapidly retreating
figure and a few arrows hitting him in the body before he was
gone.

They didn't follow, they searched through the encampment, taking
weapons and other interesting tools, then the left.

In the village, they packed up and moved away, vanishing into the
forest like ghosts, leaving no trace that they had passed and
none to where they were going.

--

The girl never really recovered from her ordeal, and the
villagers had to keep her with the scary old woman who had come
to them from across the valley.

Old Hermi never spoke much, but she helped with herbs that she
knew and had what seemed like mysterious powers to the simple
forest folk.

She sat watching over the moaning girl, smiling down at her.

"I will not let you breed a mountain spawn, young pup." she said
in a surprisingly strong and youthful voice, "Lay still and let
me tend to you."

She rested her hand on the girl's forehead, muttering under her
breath.

Her hand became warm and the girl drifted off to sleep.

Then she smiled in satisfaction, pressing both hands on her still
flat stomach and muttering a long incantation.

Her hand glowed, the strange energies seeping into the sleeping
girl's belly and the fertile egg there.

She stayed like that for a while, then nodded and removed her
hands as the orange light faded, sitting back and observing.

"It is done!" she proclaimed, "the boy child id no more. Now you
will give us a girl, but a very special one."

She left the girl lying there and went back to her sewing,
smiling to herself .

The girl mumbled in her sleep, begging for cock, her need for the
thick stuffing and to cum again.

--

The old woman demanded to bring up the child, her mother unable
to do so any longer.

The villagers were stunned that the girl had borne a girl child
when the mountain men all produced boys who left to become as
brutal as their fathers.

But this was a surprise and the villagers started whispering that
the old woman had done something to the girl to bring this about.

She ignored them though and took the child back to its mother for
feeding and nothing else, her spell making the girl obey her
instructions.

Then, one day she found the girl gone and the baby crying in the
hut alone.

"Hush, little one." she said, frowning at the space where the
child's mother had lain. "It seems that your mother has returned
to the mountain men. We will have to move the village once
again."

She knew this day would come and the girl would once again desire
the rough attentions of the mountain men, but she had 'stilled'
the girl, stopping her from breeding any more children and
feeding her herbs that would make sure that could never be
reversed.

When the village found out there was panic as they packed up
their homes and vanished from the valley, leaving it as empty as
if nothing had ever existed there.

Hermi, the old woman, didn't go with them this time though, she
went off deeper into the forest and vanished in the dense trees
where even the forest people didn't go, taking the child with
her.

She was not seen again.

--

The young woman was tall and powerful, her rather sleek body not
really muscular but still you could sense the sheer power in her.

She was dressed like a male warrior, her britches were reddened
leather and her shirt was woven from a strange cloth that
shimmered in the light.

Her breasts pushed the strange cloth outwards, her ample chest
exposed to show the smooth, taunt skin.

She stood taller than the men of the village and across her back
was a large and very heavy sword that looked ancient.

The two mountain men stood in the trail, grinning at the woman
who dared proclaim to be a warrior.

"Let us take that fancy sword from her after we see if she can
use it." grinned the squatter of the two.

The woman reached up and gripped the hilt of her sword, dragging
it easily up from the quick-release harness, swinging it in
cutting motion and then holding it in front of her.

The first bestial man laughed.

"It seems that the she-warrior knows how to swing a sword," he
chuckled, "lets see if she can use it, though."

He lunged at her and she cut off his head with a swift blow that
took his comrade totally by surprise.

He was still staring at his friends head rolling down the incline
when the woman sliced through his body and killed him too.

She re-sheathed her sword and then searched through their things,
taking what she wanted.

Then she stood over them with her re-drawn sword and waved it
over the corpses.

It glowed a bright blue and the bodies fazed, slowly vanishing
into the ground beneath, leaving nothing to show there had been
anything there at all.

She she swung her sword back over her head and re-sheathed it
again, then picking up her shoulder bag and walked off into the
thick forest, through the trees, leaving no trace and making no
sound.

She came upon the village a few days later, surprising the people
who normally heard all movement for miles.

At first, the villagers were afraid, not knowing if she had
brought others with her.

But when they realised she was alone, they came out cautiously to
greet her and see who she was.

She stood confidently at the entrance of the encampment, everyone
coming to stare at the new arrival.

"Welcome, stranger!" said the village elder, Brud, as he stood in
the small clearing, "We are surprised to see you here in our
little village. We didn't hear your approach and assume you must
be a forest dweller, like us."

The woman's face did not change, she stood looking down at the
small children who had come to observe her, then she looked back
at the elder.

"I would have some berry wine, some food and a place to stay."
she told him in a husky voice, "Would you deny me this?"

"Of course not!" he said, sounding deeply offended that she would
even suggest such a thing, "We always welcome others of our kind.
But you seem so different from any... any of our kind we have
ever encountered before."

"I am from many moons to the East, far past the first seas." she
told him, "I travel to learn new things and experience other
cultures."

The elder nodded, understanding.

"We once had another who also was from afar. She too wandered
until she came to us, helping us with herbs and healing. She left
us some time ago and we have not seen her since, but we still
keep her place."

The woman had a strange smile of satisfaction, nodding and then
resting her heavy bag on the ground next to her foot.

"I wish to stay in the place she occupied." she told him and he
nodded, pointing to the small hut that they had still kept.

"May we know your name?" the elder asked.

"It is Wirra!" she said over her shoulder as she turned in the
direction of the old woman's hut.

She picked up her bag and strode off towards the hut, passing a
young man with bright blue eyes and a confident, arrogant face.

She stopped, looking at him as he puffed out his chest and tried
to out-stare her and failing.

She gave a sneering laugh and walked on, the young man gritting
his teeth in shame at losing to her.

"Jame!" called the elder, "It is not wise to antagonise the
stranger."

The young man sneered at the older man.

"I can handle a woman, old man!" he told the elder and stormed
off.

The elder shook his head and walked away, sighing.

"Some how I think that this one is much more dangerous than any
you have met before." Brud said under his breath as he made his
way back to his hut.

--

Several times over the week, Wirra went out into the forest and
returned with a dear over her shoulders, giving it to the village
women who clapped and cheered as they circled her and took the
animal from her to cook.

She sat alone most nights around the fire, watching the people
laughing and singing as they ate.

The miserable young man, Jame, stood off to the side of her,
watching her with a sneer on his face.

She turned and looked at him, taking his measure and chuckling to
herself.

She bit into the piece of meat she had been given by one pretty
young girl, who blushed and giggled as she handed her the plate
of meat.

Wirra looked at the girl and smiled at her, biting into the
charred flesh and nodding at the tasty flavourings of the roasted
meat.

The girl hadn't moved until she was called away by a woman who
seemed to be her mother.

"Jana!" she called, "Come and leave Wirra to her meal, girl!"

"Coming, Mama!" she called, turning to grin at Wirra again before
running off to join the others.

The young man grunted and tried to gain her attention, coming
closer to stand in the clearing next to her.

"So, can you use that sword or is it just to scare young
children?" he asked brashly.

Wirra grinned.

"Maybe!" she said and went back to eating her meal.

"I would like to test your skills with the blade. Maybe I can
give you some pointers?" he ventured.

Wirra wanted to laugh, but she kept it inside and nodded to the
man.

"Very well, we can got out to the river bank and have a little
practice." she said.

When she looked back over at the fire, the girl was still
watching her.

Jana was excited by the strange woman who behaved like a man.

She felt a thrill every time she was near her and couldn't
understand why, the tall and powerful woman's body was amazing,
Jana wished she had a body like that.

She decided to slip out of camp the next day and follow Wirra,
maybe she would see her practising or maybe even see her hunting.

"Stop day dreaming, girl and help me with this." snapped her
mother, Polla.

Wirra had observed the girl watching her, amused and a little
intrigued.

She already knew what was going to happen eventually, it always
did.

She felt herself getting aroused and got up, turning to Jame.

"Let's go now and have a little session, hmm?" she taunted.

He jumped up at the challenge, going over to the side of the hut
near him and retrieving his sword, coming back to follow the
retreating woman into the dense night forest.

He watched her broad back and small, trim waist, her rotund
buttocks twisting as she walked, stirring things in him.

He had not had a woman yet and the tasty young Hella was to be
his mate in a year, he wasn't to touch her until then.

In the mean time his balls hurt and he had spent many night in
the cold pond at the edge of the clearing.

Wirra led him to that same clearing, surprising him.

"How did you know of this place?" he asked nervously.

"I followed you here and watched you soak in the icy waters,
trying to relieve yourself." she told him matter-of-factly.

Jame was stunned, he had not heard her at all, yet she knew what
he did here.

His face burned with anger.

"Your sword!" he said and drew his, immediately lashing out with
it, hoping to 'accidentally' dispatch the woman.

But suddenly her huge blade was there, blocking his and inches
from his face.

"Now, now." she laughed, "Play nice."

He pulled back and slashed, thrusting when that didn't work,
spinning and slicing through the air the way he did when he
fought the mountain men.

But she always seemed to be elsewhere, her blade always there and
her face with that infuriating smirk.

They went at it for almost an hour, until he finally stepped back
and stuck his sword in the ground at his feet in defeat.

"How... is it... that you block my... Attack every time?" he
asked breathlessly.

"I have travelled to many lands, some where there were women
warriors and some where they wanted to teach." she told him, "I
learned many skills there that saved my life many times."

Jame looked sheepish, realising that he was outclassed and out
skilled by this woman, who could very easily despatch him without
much effort.

Just what would she do against the mountain men?

"C... Can you teach me?" he asked as he felt his pride sliding
down his throat.

"I can." she smiled in the moonlight, "But you will need to do
something for me first."

"What is it? Anything!" he said, wanting to have those skills
badly.

She un-hooked her sword and let it drop to the ground next to
his, then she stepped closer to him and reached for his head,
pulling the smaller man to her and bending to plant a soft, moist
kiss on his surprised lips.

He gasped for breath as her very wet tongue slipped between her
lips into his mouth, licking deep into him.

He felt those amazing breasts pressing into his chest, firm and
hard.

She tongued him for ages, her hands now straying over his body,
feeling him and exciting him.

Then she pulled her mouth from his, leaving him gasping and
pulled open his shirt, tugging the cord holding up his trousers
and letting that fall around his ankles.

She reached for him and squeezed him in her strong fist.

"Hmm!" she hummed in satisfaction and dropped to her knees,
sucking him into her mouth.

Jame made a little squealing sound as the wonderful feeling of
her lips made its way to his brain.

Never had he felt anything like this, not with his hand or the
cold caress of the water in the strange pond.

He felt Wirra's lips slipping on and off the head of his cock,
the feeling indescribable.

"Oh Halla!" he cried, calling for his forest girl as the woman
suckled harder on him, tonguing his shaft and licking his balls.

He gripped her powerful shoulders, shuddering as his knees gave
out and his balls pulled, he cried out and flooded her mouth with
his virgin seed.

"Agh! Agh! Agh! Unngh!" he bellowed and fell to the ground, the
woman's sucking lips following him.

He whines as she continued to suck, trying to push her off and
failing, the woman seemingly intent on sucking his life from him.

Finally her mouth slurped from his penis and she smiled down at
him.

"You taste good." she told him as she opened her shirt, "I knew
you'd taste good, boy."

He would have felt insulted if not for the wonderful breasts now
standing stiffly out from her chest at him.

She lifted his head and fed him her nipple.

"Such it for me, Jame." she told him, "Drink my milk and become
my lover."

Jame sucked eagerly, wanting to be this beautiful and yet brutal
woman's lover, no longer thinking of Halla.

The milk was sweet, stainy and thick as it squirted into his
mouth.

He drank and drank, not sure why there was so much of it but
unable to pull his mouth from the breast as he fondled the other
one.

"That's it, suckle, drink my milk..." she cooed as she cradled
his head like a mother feeding her baby.

Her hand was stroking his balls as he fed, gently rubbing the sac
as she muttered something under her breath.

He felt heat in his balls and a weird sensation as the woman
still played with them.

"Unngh!" he muttered around the teat feeding him the delicious
milk.

"Hush, Jame. Feed!" she cooed as she transferred her hand to his
young shaft once again and gently stroked it.

Now she pulled her breast from his mouth and pushed him back down
onto the sand, standing and opening her trousers and letting it
fall to the ground.

Jame watched as her wonderful thighs came into view, her pussy
plump and covered with downy hair.

"Your turn to taste me, boy." she smiled and sat down on his
face, her powerful thighs hugging his head as she pressed her wet
pussy down onto his mouth.

He struggled briefly, until the intoxicating smell got to him and
he found himself licking deep into the very wet flesh, the taste
tangy and marvellous.

"Ahhhhhhhh! That's right, boy. Lick me there and make me cum."
she gasped as she reached back for his young cock, stroking it in
readiness.

The woman's juices literally poured down into his mouth, the
excited young man sucking it down and swallowing unconsciously.

A warm feeling swam in him, lust and need and want all rolling up
inside him, making him lick harder, parting her fat lips with his
tongue as he sought to taste her.

"Yessssss!" she hissed, "Lick me there, there! Ooooooooh!"

Wirra was shuddering as her climax hit her, the inexperienced boy
licking needily into her wetness, finding her clit and tonguing
it, sucking it until she cried out.

She kept him there, between her thighs, until she came again,
then she raised up, moving back and squeezing his turgid shaft
into her pussy, sucking him into her depths and grinding him with
her powerful inner muscles.

"OH MALAKA!!" he bellowed, calling for the forest spirit as his
cock slipped into a tight, tight place that hugged and massaged
his erection like nothing he had ever felt.

Wirra lay upon him and pressed her huge breasts against his
chest, smiling into his face as she slowly rode him, her hips
moving up and down, rotating and sucking at him.

Jame gasped, the feeling was indescribable, amazing, wonderful.

He clung to the larger woman, her breast now in his face and her
teat again in his mouth as she fucked him.

"Yesssss!" she hissed in delight, "Suck and fuck! Suck and fuck!"

Jame moaned, the milk flooding his mouth seemed endless, the
squeezing and massaging of his cock as it was stroked inside her
amazing body.

Jame's mind exploded as his cock spurted, his seed flooding the
woman's pussy above him.

His mind went and he lost consciousness.

Wirra chuckled in satisfaction, sliding up off the young man and
looking down at his face as he slept.

She reached down and stroked her clit, rubbing it harder and
harder.

The thing suddenly started to swell and lengthen, getting thicker
and longer.

Suddenly balls dropped from her vaginal lips and an enormous cock
throbbed in her hands.

She gave a happy sigh and grabbed the young man's legs, lifting
them up onto her shoulders, then pressed the huge leaking
cock-head against his bum and pushed steadily in.

He woke, screaming as she forced more and more of it up inside of
him, spreading his rectum and opening him up to fit around her
'cock'.

"Gah! Wha... Help... Unngh!" he cried, struggling to fight the
savage woman off and free himself from her penetration.

"AHHHHHHHH!" she gasped in pure delight as she sank into his bum,
feeding more and more of the painful cock into his bottom.

"S...stop! Arrgh!" he cried as his rectum was forced wider and
wider to accommodate the frightening girth.

"There!" she gasped as she lodged the rest into the agonised
young man's bowels, her hips pressing up hard against his
buttocks at last.

It had not taken long to bury her meat in the man, her milks and
juices had already softened his body for her invasion.

Now she stared down at his frightened, pained face and smiled.

"You get what you want and I get what I want." she sighed, "I
teach you the way of the singing sword and you give me your body
to enjoy."

She saw the surrender in his eyes before he looked away, tears
leaking down his face.

She began to fuck him now, dragging her thick length out to the
huge head and then stuffing it all the way back into him again,
bringing a long, pained moan from him.

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped again, "So tight! Young forest boys are all
so very tight. I love teaching!"

She began to thrust into the quivering Jame long into the night.




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