She woke up and stretched, feeling life and vigour course through her veins. It was already warm and the sky showed clear in an azure blue that darkened at the horizon. Che was nowhere to be seen, but the ground where he had lain was still warm. She could just faintly smell his equine odour. Susan sat up and surveyed her surroundings. The fall of water terminated in the clear lagoon. Strangely, it caused no ripples or disturbance to the crystal clear water. It did however, remind Susan that she needed to pee and get a wash. Dirt from yesterday was beginning to cake on her face, hands and feet. She was acutely aware of the smell of the woollen shift she had been wearing since this all started. The bra and panties had both stayed at Che’s village. The bra she could do without, but a clean pair of knickers would have been nice.
She got up, found a little hollow and relieved her bladder. The smell coming from her groin almost made her wretch. She dived into the lagoon fully clothed and scrubbed herself clean. The water felt warm and soft and so inviting. Susan trod water while she pealed herself out of the woollen shift, which she deftly threw unto a nearby bush to dry, while naked, she swam and gloried in the freedom of movement.
Che re-appeared, coming up from the path they had used the night before. He had been successful in his hunting and soon had a ptarmigan, stuffed with wild mushrooms, wild garlic and thyme cooking over a small fire. He watched her bathe and smiled as he waved and signalled that breakfast was ready.
The ptarmigan was delicious. Somewhere, he had found some roots and had roasted them in the embers. She finished the resplendent meal with some tiny wild strawberries that oozed juice and took her back to her childhood with the taste. “I cannot thank you enough.” Susan at last broke the shared silence. She glanced at him from under her brows to see what his reaction would be. “I feel so much cleaner now and stuffed to the gills with an excellent meal. Thank you.” He surprised her with a sob. He looked crest fallen and abject misery countenanced his face. “What on earth is the matter?” She became a little alarmed. “I have to leave you.” He informed her with more sobs. “I can only take you to the edge of my Kingdom, from there you must travel alone and I am afraid I will never see you again.” He broke down and cried, huge tears and racking sobs took him over. Susan reached for him and laid his head on her bare chest. She stroked his mane of hair and cradled him to her bosom while he ran the gamut of his misery. Gradually, his cries subsided, but she continued to hold him, feeling the warmth of his breath as it wafted over her nipple. The familiar itch began in her loins and soon she was fondling him and then kissed him full on the lips. His mouth parted and they explored each other’s mouths.
Susan wriggled around and soon had him in her mouth. Che gasped and tried desperately, not to repeat yesterday’s debacle. She was prepared this time and knew what to expect. His cock stiffened and sprung to it’s full glory, but instead of taking him to his climax with her mouth, Susan quickly turned under him and, grasping the shuddering member, guided his mushroomed headed penis into her body. His thrust had her almost losing balance and shifted her across the ground from the force even though she had braced her feet. Then she was lifted bodily as he reared onto his hind legs and impaled on his throbbing organ until he screamed his climax and fully flooded her from within. Che’s arms encircled her and one of his hands found her clit. Gently, he rubbed and tweaked her pleasure nub while rocking her on his still hard cock. Susan could not last and her own shuddering climax smashed through her skull, leaving her bereft of senses.
Their combined juices flowed from her as he carefully returned to all four feet while still cradling her against his belly. Susan collapsed in a sated heap and rested for a few minutes then, waded back into the water to clean herself off. She spread her legs wide and with one hand, opened her inner lips and caressed her self. The delicious warmth or water cleansed her body as she floated in a dream like state while her nerve ends gradually returned to normal.
There were more tears at their parting. Che had brought her to the foot of a mountain range. Forest had closed in around them, leaving little more than a game trail to follow. At last, they burst into a clearing. Grass covered the small mound that was surrounded by the ancient trees that stood like sentinels in quiet guard. Nothing stirred and the usual susurration of birds and insects had ceased. “This is as far as I can go Susan. I must leave you here and you must continue through the mountain pass that is just above us.” Huge crocodile tears coursed down both cheeks and his sobs shook his muscular shoulders. Had he been any other male, she would have told him to stop being a wimp, but with Che, she could feel and sense the depth of feeling and sympathised with it. “What is the mountain like?” She wanted him to think about anything else and stop crying. “It is never the same for any traveller. For some, it is a pleasant hop over the hills and tors, but for others, it is an arduous journey, filled with danger and pitfalls. I hope yours isn’t the latter.” He was beginning to calm down a little. “Well, goodbye then. Take care going back and I am sure we will see each other again. Thanks for the lift and everything.” She turned to go, trying to make it as easy as possible, but Che threw his arms around her and kept kissing her face and hair. She struggled to free herself, then kissed his cheeks and stepped beyond the boundary of his domain. From Che’s point of view, she had just winked out, but Susan could see through the void between them. She watched Che, shrug his shoulders and instantly compose himself. It was the ultimate show of ‘out of mind’.
She turned and faced the seemingly impossible climb and noticed that the woollen shift had now become a cotton shirt with a leather jerkin and woollen breaches. She also had a stout pair of boots on her feet. Susan had given up trying to work out the mysteries of this land some time ago.
A small knife was tucked into a belt that cinched the ensemble together and a machete poked her in the small of her back where it was carried in a sheath slung from a leather thong around her shoulder. The machete soon proved its worth in clearing the dense vegetation from her path. In no time, she had begun the climb and had passed beyond the tree line, climbing over heavy basalt rocks that strew over the lower reaches of the mountain.
Susan climbed in silence. The air grew cooler and more rarefied, but sweat made the new clothes stick to her and the thong chafed her shoulder. She reached a small outcrop with a flat surface and awarded her self a rest period. The sun, although clear and bright, provided just enough warmth to be comfortable. Susan started to doze with her back to the cliff face. Some loose scree rattled down and landed on the ledge she was resting on. It confirmed her feeling she had been having, that she was being watched. Who ever was keeping tabs on her was now above her. She slowly and with nonchalance, picked up a handful of rocks about hen’s egg sized. Seeming not to be doing anything, she weighed them in her hands before launching them high over her head and slightly backwards before ducking under the overhang of the cliff above her. She was rewarded with a curse and an “OW”. Then a body fell flat on the ledge at her feet.
He was colourless; in so much as he had no colour other than grey and shades of it. His face was grey with long pointed ears that had a grey hat pinned under them. His long beard was also grey and was tucked into a grey belt and divided a grey pair of rough trousers from a grey tunic. Altogether, he was about three feet in length and was obviously winded from the fall. “Oh great! Just what I need, fucking dopey from the seven dwarves.” She poked him with the toe of her boot and immediately wished she hadn’t. He grasped her breaches and hauled himself upright in one fluid motion that was too fast to really register. His head came up to her waist and his eyes peered at her from two suspicious looking slitted eyes.
Suddenly, he began to wave his arms about and screamed at her in unintelligible words. The more Susan didn’t do anything through her lack of understanding, the more agitated he became. It went on until Susan held up her hands, palm outwards to shut him up, but he must have thought she was going to push him off the ledge, because he cupped his hands and issued a high trilling sound. Nothing happened for a second, then, twenty figures, identical to the first, melted out of the rock face and surrounded her. They all carried wicked looking spears with wickedly sharp looking points, all aimed at her midriff.
By gestures with the spears, they indicated that she should turn around. Susan complied and faced the wall. One of them pushed a rock that seemed to be just lying there and a large section of the rock face slid away to reveal a dark passageway beyond it. A jab with a spear in her buttocks got her moving forward. She had to bend at an alarming angle to avoid banging her head. Here we go again, she thought.
After what felt like several hours, but was in fact only a few minutes, they entered a large torch lit cavern. Hundreds of the little grey men were sitting in tiered benches cut in the rock all facing her as she was pushed onto a low dais at the foot of the amphitheatre.
She stood and looked at them, noticing how they all looked the same, with no identifying marks or variation in their clothing. Idly, she wondered if they were clones or something. Then, as if given a jolt of electricity, they all rose and as one, started with the unintelligible chattering. Susan guessed that the noises were questions by the cadence of their speech, but could not make out a single word. “CAT, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Susan screamed at the top of her lungs. Two things happened, both equally startling. Silence, profound and complete hit her like a slap with a wet fish. The last noise, apart from her echoed voice, was the click of hundreds of teeth as mouths snapped shut.
The other thing was the sudden and dramatic appearance of the Cat in purple smoke, right in the middle of them. Ignoring the frantic efforts to get out of the way, the cat nonchalantly sauntered down to the dais that she was still standing on and brushed it’s self against her legs. “Trouble Darling?” “Well duh”. She was not impressed with her guide. “What’s with these guys?” Susan resisted the urge to stamp her foot in the classic spoilt princess routine. “Seems to me, we have a bit of a situation here.” His calm and condescending tone was really grating her nerves. “No shit Sherlock…” She would have continued, but a small voice piped up. “Err… excuse me… erm. We thought you was the mythical snow man and we was trying to trap you so that we could get some water in here… you know, from you melting… silly really… and we didn’t know you spoke goblinesque.” The diminutive figure trembled at the foot of the dais. He was in standard uniform, grey. It was obvious to Susan that she was not playing with the brightest bunch of candles in the candelabra here. I’m Human, got that? Human.” Her exasperation threatened to overflow. “How can you think I am the sodding Abominable Snowman? I mean would he be all white?” “Dunno.” The little grey goblin looked up at her and blinked. “What do you mean you don’t know? Haven’t you ever seen a human before?” “Er… no.” “WHAT? WELL DO I look like a fucking snow man?” Susan’s anger was simmering nicely and she was starting to get wound up. It didn’t help that the cat had jumped up on the shoulder of the goblin and was watching her with that supercilious grin on its face. “To be totally honest with you, we wouldn’t know the difference between you and a snowman. We haven’t ever seen either before meeting you that is.” He shuffled his feet and studied the ground trying to hide his embarrassment he felt for him self and his brothers. It worked, because Susan’s anger dissipated into nothing.
“I’m trying to find the pearl of wisdom. A nice centaur brought me so far, but couldn’t leave his realm or something and then you fell out of the sky.” She neglected to remind him of her stone throwing. “Let me see”. He said, but meant think. He rested his chin in an out sized fist and looked seriously like he was deep in thought. His ruminations were punctuated with little noises like hmm and ahh. This didn’t change for several minutes until he shrugged his shoulders, which looked quite comical because he had no neck to speak of. “Can’t really help with that one, sorry.” At least he looked it. Then he turned his heels and shouted in the gibberish at the massed throng in the tiered seating. Heads shook and a general hubbub rose from the ranks.
Then, from somewhere near the back of the throng, one of the little grey men stood and grumped and spoke in the gibberish that still made no sense to Susan. Her interpreter told her that the little grey man, who had spoken, knew a way through the mountain that would lead her to a short cut to the cavern of the seat of knowledge. It appeared that that is where the Pearl of Wisdom was situated.
“The way is difficult and has many dangers. There are monsters and demons in the labyrinth of tunnels through the mountain. But your big, so you can fight ’em off can’t you?” So it was that Susan trekked through the mountain. Using tunnels and paths that led to caverns often illuminated with greenish phosphorous mould that gave off enough luminescence to light the way. Underground lakes shone a smooth as black mirrors while stalactites and stalagmites rose or fell like silent statues guarding who knew what. It was just as they were leaving just such a cavern that Susan and he guides encountered Cerberus. His three-headed torso sprung from behind a rock formation and in the blink of an eye, was slavering a few inches from her face. His hot fetid breath made her want to gag.
In the same split second, Susan was aware that, apart from the noisome beast in front of her, she was completely alone. As if the rocks had absorbed her guides and companions alike. They had vanished as though never there. “Fucking typical. You can trust a man to fuck off just when he is needed.” She commented to herself aloud. “I suppose I have to deal with you now do I?” The three heads of the mythical, but very evident dog, all cocked to one side as if deaf in one ear. The sight struck Susan, as funny and she couldn’t stifle a laugh. This evinced a roar from the three throats in harmonious counterpoint, which only served to tickle her even more. Cerberus sat is if pole axed, his obvious confusion paramount in triplicate and a whine issued in trio. “You’re supposed to quake at my fearsome sight and then quail at the sound of my canine voice. You are supposed to be trembling and pleading for your life and the lives of your friends, who, I might add, have done the Russian answer to war, as in, done the offskiev.” “Oh!” Was all Susan could manage while trying to get her breath back, then, “Sorry.” “Well why aren’t you running screaming? Why are you not defecating in your underwear? Why are you still standing as if you don’t have a care in the world?” “It’s a bit late to shit my pants mate”. She informed the confused trio of heads that were still cocked to one side. I lost a pair to a Centaur and the ones I have on now are so thick I probably wouldn’t notice the extra packing. Besides, they itch like fuck, I think it’s the fur. As for not having a care in the world, you should try wearing these knickers. I can’t wait to get them off and you ain’t going to eat me are you?” “Guess not, but I have to look the part. Living with these two bozos is no fun, but I ain’t ready to eat people yet. Oi! Who you calling a bozo, bozo? Better not be talking about me you fuck up.” The three heads started arguing, which quickly descended into a scrap, each doing its best to bite the other two. Fairly shortly, all of the necks got tangled into a heaving mess of teeth and spittle. Susan observed the melee and took the opportunity to rest for a while, sitting on a rock. It had to stop though and it was her ice-cold voice that cut through the ruckus like a knife through jelly.
“When you have finished fucking about, can we get on with this? My writer is getting cramp and wants to make a cup of coffee.” The three heads tried to cock to one side, but only succeeded in banging heads together. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! When Susan stopped laughing and had helped to untangle their heads, she explained the mission she was on and had got a promise of a guide through the mountains many passages and myriad corridors. “There is one thing though, we, uh…” The three heads whispered together, just below Susan’s hearing range. “Go on then, you ask her.” The left hand head turned to Susan. “Um… we were wondering if… well… um?” “You want sex with me right? You want payment for your services and the currency in this screwed up shit for brains world, is Sex yes?” “Um, well actually, nice as that might be, we could really do with a scratch between the ears, we don’t get scratched there and the fleas think it’s home from home. Sure the fuckers have built condo’s there. “Ha, Ha! Ignore my presumption. It’s just been a wacky weekend already and I was kinda expecting you to demand that I give you oral sex and fuck your brains out. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t screwed some strange stuff and you would be nothing out of the ordinary in this wonderland of treats. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t screwed some weird fucker that the writer didn’t even see fit to describe too much and then I screwed a Centaur that the writer really got into, think the sicko has a thing about bestiality, which means this tale might go anywhere and you are an animal, right?” “Alright already! Sheesh! Does she ever shut up?” “Listen, we are just as much a victim of the foibles of the writer okay. We haven’t had any sex for years and years. What’s worse is that he has just had the idea of giving us, not only three heads, although that was some other shit for brains guy’s idea way back, but he has just decided to give us two cocks. Now if that isn’t perverse, I don’t know what is. ((Authors note. I lost control of these characters some time back. Anything they say is to be disregarded as spurious nonsense.)) “But since you mention it, sex with you might grease the way, so to speak.”
It’s a strange thing, but when sex is in the air, all manner of weird things happen, one of those was the sudden re-emergence of the little grey men, voyeurs all to a man. “You lot can fuck off for a start! If you think I am getting jiggy in front of you lot, you got another think coming, kapeche?” Nonplussed, the crowd of little grey men coalesced into a mob and collectively increased the pressure on her to give the performance of a lifetime. “Ahh, what the hell, lets get it done then and perhaps we can get on with the quest eh? Susan’s clothes hit the floor in an untidy heap around her ankles. Her breasts, free from the confines of the fur lined bra, bounced a little before settling into their customary position, with her nipples pointing slightly upward. Freedom from the furry knickers was something of a relief; her semi-shaved bush hardly hid her mound. Stepping out of the circle of clothing, she approached Cerberus and stroked each neck in turn and scratched behind each set of ears. Her hands caressed and stroked, working their way over shoulders and flanks, kneading and smoothing. Cerberus was like a dog with two tails, except he had three heads and two cocks, but only one tail.
She knelt on the bare rock floor and gently coaxed one and then the other cock from their respective sheaths. She noted that he had two sets of balls and wondered to her self; just how much semen this would produce. Fairly shortly, she had two cocks twitching and dripping precum in her palms. Her ministrations of rubbing the thick bright red cocks was getting results, Cerberus’s haunches were beginning to buck and his sides heaved with panted and shortened breathing. Without preamble, she lowered her head and took one of the monster cocks into her mouth. Sucking on the throbbing cock while still rubbing the other. Her fist kept knocking against her cheek and the sounds of wetness echoed in her ear.
Cerberus was endowed with two large cocks and both of them were urging towards climax. The one in her mouth was close to spurting its load into her throat and the other was about to spray her face with its creamy emissions. Susan stopped sucking and rubbing and twisted around under his belly, offering her sex to his urgently throbbing dicks. Carefully, she reached between her kneeling legs and guided one of his cocks to her already wet and glistening hole and was rewarded as it slipped into her body. It was only as she settled into a comfortable position, that she realised the other cock had entered her anal passage and was slowly, but surely, working its way deeper into her. A feral need was awakened in her; she thrust back onto the cocks and impaled herself.
In a feat she would never have thought possible, she managed to alternate the thrusts of the cocks by arching her back up and then down. It seemed as if she had two independent centres of sensation clambering for release. As her body became more used to the invasion and her muscles relaxed, more of Cerberus forced its way into her until both knots pushed against her openings. In her desperation to accept his seed, she thrust backwards and was rewarded as his knot entered her cunt, passing her inner lips and finding its way to nestle deep inside her. Then the other knot pushed past her sphincter and rammed into her ass. The pain was almost unbearable until his thrust began to work their magic on her nerve endings. She reached back between her legs and found her clit. She punished it between forefinger and thumb, twisting and pinching until she shuddered an orgasm.
Cerberus howled in triplicate and shot two loads of red hot cum into her, flooding both canals in a frenzy of carnal lust and a basic instinctive need to lock and compete the act of procreation. Her stomach swelled with the copious amounts of dog cum and they locked as if they would never separate again.
The group of little grey men clapped and jigged from foot to foot, their enjoyment of the spectacle evident in their excitement and dancing. Susan only now, became aware of them and the state she must have looked like, but it didn’t matter. Her body adjusted and allowed Cerberus to slip out of her canals with a loud plopping and sucking noise. The movement created new waves of pleasure in diminishing crests.
Then it was over. Cerberus had had his fill of her. Susan was fucked beyond her wildest dreams and the little grey men all had their cocks out, wanking like fury. A collective Ahh went up and hundreds of tiny spurts coalesced into the ever-growing puddle of cum collecting in a hollow in the floor.
Later, after they had all rested and eaten food provided from the rucksacks carried by the little rock goblins. They set off through the mountain, in secret passages that would never be seen by human again.
-To be continued…-