Sexy Story of the Month - Mount Grinding (Patreon)

I was a gift.

A present.

I had no memory of Azeroth before I was summoned into it, but I had knowledge of what the magus had imparted into me when he brought me to life. The main thing I knew was to be loyal to my Master. He was kind, at least from what I had seen. His voice strong and dependable. I was eager to see where we would venture to first, but once he’d learned that I was not able to fly with him upon my back yet he didn’t seem bothered, but he wasn’t excited either. He walked with me at his side, our goal was to return to the Eastern Kingdoms and while Master had said that a walk would be good for my development, I couldn’t help but notice that he had spent his gold on the casino halls in Dalaran..

Darkness had set in quickly, and he didn’t seem to mind with me walking closer to him. I confess I was quite relieved when he spoke; “We’ll camp here for the night.” His deep voice made the feathers upon my body tremble. I feared the creature that was on the opposite side when he was agitated.

I remained still as Master began to make camp, cracking noises of sticks being tossed in the center, the shuffling of sleeping bags being unfurled. “Dammit Sherri..” He muttered, I suppose Sherri was the reason we were sleeping outside, “Too busy to make a portal for your friends huh.. You’ll see.. when I get back.. rghh..” He glowered as he worked, I wonder if he knew I could hear him.

“Hey.” His voice lightened, still gruff, still deep, but I twitched and noticed that he had called for me just to be sure I pointed at myself, he rolled his eyes. “You can breathe fire right?”

“..Yes, Master.” I said trying not to earn any of his ire by answering such an obvious question. His hand then gestured outwards pointing to the pile of hastily clumped sticks. “Oh.. yes, Master.” I had never breathed fire before, there was a great many things I’d never experienced, but the act of breathing fire felt so natural. The way it blew past my lips in scorching heat aimed in the direction he dictated, the crackling heat that took to the dry wood. The results were a brilliant golden light that held true the intentions of my flame, burning and crisping the wood, I couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride.

“Good girl.”

I know he didn’t mean much by it but I couldn’t help but beam with excitement and pride, especially once he sat before the fire I had carefully made, dislodging his armor from his body piece by piece and warming his hands in front of the flame. I took a cautious series of steps, each one careful, I didn’t dare disturb the ground enough to snap a twig, hoping my silence would mean that I’d get to sit beside him without him noticing and hopefully not being sent to perform some menial tasks.

He was mostly silent as he stared into the glimmering flames, snacking and shedding a layer of clothing as he did so. I wondered if his silence was a punishment towards me or if it was a ritual for him at the end of the day, I couldn’t help but fidget as I sat a slight distance from him. I was desperate for something, any kind of communication, it was burning in my soul to where I simply wanted to scream.

“I’m going to bed.” He said abruptly and stood from the makeshift seat that had been formed out of a tumbled log, I only noticed now how tall he was, how he had shed most of his clothing already, his bare chested form and potent muscles with the striations of strength cascading along his physique. Even more I noticed that in his night slacks there lay a bulge, my heart gave a thump. “Goodni-“

I didn’t even realize I had reached out my hand, abrupt and eager, my fingers touched upon his, I instantly felt shock and dismay towards my forward behavior but my heart refused to let go. “Master.. I..” The words stammered from my beak, how could I ask such a thing, it was only our first night together. “Let me..” My eyes shamelessly gazed upon his bulge, my thighs squished together, “I.. I mean..”

It was only a blessing that he seemed to understand my words better than I could say them, slit pupil eyes glanced down at me just in time for me to look back up at him. “..I see.” I could have sworn I saw him grin, his hand lowered and slowly the strings of his night shorts were undone and that same bulge I had eyed was now revealed. His fat cock exposed to me, the crimson color, ridged length, the extension of his shaft growing before my eyes as he let out a relieved grunt. “I wasn’t going to ask but..” He gave a deep exhale, his cock throbbing in front of me, “I’m glad you’re up to it.”

His cock was on display, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the thick heady scent was intoxicating. I couldn’t think about anything else with it presented in front of me, my mission, my desires, all I wanted was to relieve the weight upon his shoulders and I could practically feel the stress of his swollen balls. If I could not carry him upon my back and fly him where he desired I resolved to make him soar in other ways. Without hesitation my lips wrapped around the crest of his cock, the thick taste so vulgar upon my tongue as I took him into me.

The knowledge imparted to me was vast, years of expertise was enacted by my body by instinct, I knew how a penis should be pleasured and my tongue wound eagerly around his shaft. My prehensile tongue snaked around his length, gripping his shaft as my head bobbed back and forth, I saw the pleasure in his eyes and tasted the heat building up inside of him. I carefully warmed my mouth, not breathing fire but letting the magical embers of it coalesce into my senses, stroking his shaft with my hot drooling tongue, slurping away as he grunted and huffed overhead.

“Nnghh.. Hhh.. Hold on..” He glowered over head, I could feel his shaft throbbing, he was close, I wanted to taste every drop of him, I wanted his flavor soaking my tongue, I wanted to show my gratitude for his warmth, to prove my loyalty to his cock. “Gnhnhh..” Then the world came pushing back, the sky overhead as I tumbled back in confusion.

It took a moment for me upon my back that I realized he had pushed me by the shoulder releasing his cock from my lips. I worried I had offended him, did my actions break some sort of code? Looking up I saw his thick throbbing cock that was on the brink of orgasm, the thick strands of my saliva still coated his dick and I breathed hard wondering what he was going to do.. “Master..?” I chirped softly, and then his hand parted my thighs, my virgin pussy on display as his hand stroked carefully along my body. It felt good, warm, even though my body burned brightly from the inside the touch of his masculine fingers warmed me even hotter than any flame I could conjure from my lips. His palm wavered over my drooling pussy..

“I’ll be gentle,” He said in a way that made me comforted in his touch, just the mere brush of his thumb against my vulva was a world of pleasure. My fingers clutched and I felt my back arch upwards, it was only the simplest touch of his thumb I knew but it felt so amazing. “Guess you’re not used to that yet.” His deep voice spoke true and my wavering voice couldn’t even compliment him, my beak giving a tender moan encouraged him, his cock that had moments before been wrapped inside my mouth was now touching at my lower lips. His thumb rolled small circles against my lips while the tip of his cock smeared itself against my lower lips. I clicked my beak rapidly, practically begging him to put it in, all the while his shaft moving, dragging against me while his thumb teased my clitoris.

The crest of his length pushed inside and my heart was already racing, I felt my hips rise to meet him, his cocktip pushing inside as my body yearned for his girth. I could feel my thighs burning as my fingers clenched at the dirt ground beneath my body, the building pressure of his rod sinking into my vagina. “Hhahhhh.. de.. hauhh..” Words came out as only huffing moans as I tried to convey my pleasure, but inch after inch filling my body felt like it was catching in the depths of my throat.

His hips began to move, pushing inside me and filling my body to the hilt with slow prepared thrusts. They were sharp, powerful, the weight of his body mounting me, penetrating me, making my walls stretch and accommodate to his girth. His thumb didn’t stop maneuvering against my clitoris, the more I squirmed and wriggled the more he teased at my body, I knew he must be relishing the thought of making me make such lewd gestures and moans, “Hahhh.. Mmaster..” I gulped, god the taste of air was so good against my tongue, the flavor of his scent, his perspiration as he rolled his hips and grunted overhead.

His arms pushed my body back, and I felt the contortion of my muscles increasing, his cock was hilting against me, over and over again, pounding against my body with his hips clapping against my ass, his dick hitting deeper. I couldn’t even breathe properly, it felt like I was choking, every moment I got a small breath of air it felt like it was fucked out of me by how hard his cocktip was mashing against my cervix, it hurt but didn’t hurt, it felt amazing but like I was going to be split in part. Mating. Breeding. This was what my body ached for and craved, a pleasure that I don’t think I’d ever be able to give up, every ounce of my body was desperate for it, I couldn’t think anymore, my mind was going blank..

I could taste the heat upon his body, the sweat that filled his pores, my own body was getting hotter, that same heat I had conducted to warm his penis with my mouth was now filling my body. The slick juices that filled my pussy were now escaping as he piled his hips forwards, mashing his body into mine, the circumference of his cock filling every inch of my body and even more than what I expected. It was a miracle it even fit all the way inside, much less to the hilt that he kept driving home inside me. My legs bounced, I tried to return the passion his hips fervently brought forth but it was all I could do to even breathe. My hands gripped onto him, clinging to his shoulders for dear life, I felt like at any moment I was going to fall away if I let go.

“Get ready..” He snarled through clenched gnashing teeth, the sharpness of which I dare never to be on the wrong side of, but I could feel the wayward strands of his hot drool as it dripped onto me, I longed for that throbbing sensation of his cock, the first time I tasted it I knew I was destined to be upon it at every opportunity. I wanted his cum inside me, I wanted to relieve the tension in his loins, to let him ride upon me in every manner until the day I’m strong enough to hold him upon my back and fly with him. Even then.. I knew I would ache for him to ride me in this way as well, as my own orgasm came upon me, the dreams of being his mount and servant gave me the emotional fulfillment I craved as well as the physical longing. “You’re, ghuhh.. truly.. mine now!” He gasped out.. and then he came.

The hot strings of his cum flooded my welcoming body, my womb greedily tasting his cum as I clung my legs around his thighs, I didn’t want him to move back, not an inch! My body had worked so hard to make him cum that I wasn’t about to relent my reward and let him spill his royal seed anywhere but inside me. My body, hot, practically steaming from the warmth that had generated under my scales, could tell the difference of the heat from his sperm compared to the rest of me. It felt so good, I let it soak into my depths and felt the words escape my lips as if they had always been there.. “Yes, Master..”

…

The brief moments of respite after orgasm that came with cleansing oneself felt more strenuous than normal, my legs didn’t want to work at all. Even the simple act of rinsing the scent of sex and the remains of his cum from my insides felt like a chore worthy of mighty heroes. I saw Master laying on the sleeping bag in a comfortable pose and it might have been too forward but I approached, and thankfully my attitude was met with approval. His body felt so warm as I lay against it, my cheek pressed against his chest and his arm then wrapped around me.