Chapter 2: The Beast's Feast
The storm outside was a relentless, howling beast, tearing at the world with wind and rain. Lyra huddled by the fire in Grok's cave, her delicate frame shivering as much from fear as from the cold. The damp air clung to her like a second skin, her dress plastered to her body, leaving little to the imagination. She could feel the heat of the fire on her face, but it did little to warm her insides, which churned with a mix of terror and something else—something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The scent of earth and smoke filled her nostrils, the tang of it stark against the sweet, cloying smell of her own arousal. She was repulsed by the thought, but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening beneath her thin dress, her breath hitching as Grok loomed over her.
He was a mountain of green flesh, his tusks gleaming in the firelight, his eyes—such a dark brown they were nearly black—burning into her. His hand, massive and calloused, reached out, fingertips brushing against her cheek. She flinched, slapping his hand away.
"Don't touch me, you disgusting beast!" she spat, her voice shaking with fear and arousal. But he was undeterred, his hand returning, fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, his touch both rough and gentle, like the first rain after a drought.
Grok's lips parted, revealing his tusks, and he made a sound, a low growl that seemed to vibrate in his chest. "You're cold, little elf," he rumbled, his voice like thunder. His hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, the touch sending a jolt of heat straight to her core.
She gasped, trying to pull away, but he held her firmly in place. "Let go of me," she hissed, but her voice lacked conviction. Her body was betraying her, nipples aching for more of his touch.
Grok's fingers squeezed, massaging her breast, thumb brushing against her hardened nipple. "You want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble. "Because your body says otherwise."
Lyra's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and arousal.
"I... I don't want this," she stammered, even as her body arched into his touch, betraying her.
Grok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her breast tightening, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric. "You're a liar, little elf," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're so wet, I can smell you."
Lyra's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You're disgusting," she hissed, but her voice lacked conviction.
Grok chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. His hand loosening and tightening on her breast. The pressure was maddening. He moved to gently pinch and pull at her nipples. His callouses creating a delicious friction. She started to breath harder. Disgusted by her body's reaction she sneered at him, trying to think of an insult as her back arched pushing her breast firmly against his meaty hand. His touch was rough, animalistic, and she hated how much she wanted more. Grok groaned, his fingers pinching her nipple harder, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain to her core.
"So sensitive," he rumbled, his voice a growl of pleasure.
"Fuck you," Lyra spat, her eyes flashing with defiance and desire. "You're nothing but a fucking beast."
Grok chuckled, a deep sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the cave. "You like it, little elf," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You like how this beast's hands feel on you. The way they make your body shiver and your breath hitch," Grok said, his voice a dark promise. He leaned in, his tusks almost brushing against her face as he spoke. "You like the way my touch makes you feel alive, little elf."
Lyra wrestled against him, her body thrashing against his hold. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the earthy scent of his skin, and it was driving her insane. She was torn between the desire to flee and the urge to press herself against him, to feel his touch everywhere. She push at his hands and chest, tried to shake her breast free from his grasp, but gods it only made it feel better. "Let go of me, you fucking brute," she hissed.
Grok's lips curled into a half sneer, half smile. "Make me," he groaned, his voice a primal rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. His grip on her breast tightened and his thumb moved in tight circles over her nipple. She could feel her hips moving, grinding against thin air, seeking friction. Her body was on fire and she hated it, hated him. She tried to keep her legs closed, but her body was betraying her, her hips moving of their own accord. Still she pushed and thrashed against him. The feel of his body unmoved by her efforts was it's own erotic torture, knowing she was powerless, made her pussy gush with heat. She was angry at how turned on she was, angry at him for doing it to her. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Grok's hand was fondling her breast like he owned it. And in that moment, she hated that he did.
"You're a fucking animal," she spat, her voice ragged with desire. "You think you can just take what you want?" She bucked against him, trying to dislodge him, but he was immovable, and the sensation of pushing against him only made her want to feel more of him.
Grok chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You've got it all wrong, little elf," he growled. "I'm not taking anything. You want this as much as I do," Grok rumbled, his voice a dark promise. His other hand moved to her waist, gripping it tightly, holding her in place as he continued to torment her breast with his rough, calloused fingers.
Lyra gritted her teeth, her body writhing against his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck you," she hissed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the storm outside. "I hate you."
Grok's lips curled into a snarl, his tusks gleaming in the firelight.
"Hate me all you want, little elf," he growled, his voice like thunder. "But your body's singing a different tune." His hand on her breast tightened, his fingers pinching her nipple harder, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to her core.
Lyra gasped, her back arching, her hips pressing into him. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh. Despite her protests, her body was betraying her, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing, her panties soaked with her arousal.
Grok's hands move to the straps of her dress. With tenderness she would never have assumed such a large beast capable of, he lowered the top of her gown. Revealing her breast that gave an erotic bounce as they were freed, making her pussy tighten in response. Even though her dress was practically see through not having that thin barrier between them made her breath catch. The look in his eyes promised that he was far from done with her. Lyra was equally terrified and thrilled by the idea.
Her body was on fire, her pussy aching with need, her nipples hard and sensitive, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She wanted him, wanted him like she'd never wanted anyone before. But she couldn't admit it, couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she desired him.
Grok's eyes darkened, his gaze locked on her exposed breasts. He licked his lips, his tusks gleaming in the firelight. "You're beautiful, little elf," he rumbled, his voice thick with desire.
His massive hand cupped her bare breast, his rough fingers tracing the underside, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. His other hand followed suit, lifting and squeezing her other breast, his thumb circling her nipple until she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"You're disguising. Nothing more then a sex crazed monster." Lyra hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. But her body betrayed her, her back arching into his touch, her nipples aching for more.
Grok chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "I like it when you talk dirty, little elf," he growled. "Tell me how much you want this filthy beast to fuck you." He emphasized his words with a firm squeeze to both her breast that made her gasp.
Lyra's eyes narrowed, her jaw set in a defiant line. "Go to hell," she snapped. But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. She could feel the wetness between her legs, could smell her own arousal mingling with the scents of the cave and the fire. She wanted him, wanted this. Wanted him to do the filthy, forbidden things he promised with his touch and his voice. Unable to admit her attraction left her with the choice to fight or submit. She pushed at one of his hands and his chest.
Grok chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made her pussy clench.
"Little elf, so full of fire," he rumbled, his voice thick with desire. He let go of one of her breast to grab her delicate wrist. When she tried to wrench her hand away it made her freed breast bounce. The sight made his cock harden further, twitching under his loin cloth. He pinched her other nipple in response to make her struggle harder. "Beautiful when you fight, Grok." he growled, his voice like thunder.
His words made her struggle harder, yanking to free her wrist, but his grip was impossibly strong. The way Grok's eyes devoured her body as she struggled intensified the throbbing beat of arousal in her pussy. "You like it when I fight you because you know you are an animal who would never be allowed a woman with out force." But his other hand on her breast continued its ministrations making her moan and her hips jump.
Her back arched, pressing her breast harder into his callused palm. She could feel his tusks grazing her shoulder as he leaned down to her ear. "Little elf lady, want's Grok to stop?" His voice a low growl that seemed to resonate in her very core, causing her clit to throb in time with his words.
Lyra's breath hitched, her body betraying her by arching into his touch. "Yes," the word came out like a moan and a plea all in one. She hated herself for the lie. She wanted this. Wanted his touch. Wanted his heat. But she couldn't admit it. Not to him. Not to this beast. She couldn’t give in to the desire burning inside her. Not yet. Not ever.
Grok chuckled, a deep, primal sound that reverberated through the cave. He trailed his wet hot tongue down her shoulder to her breast. The feeling was increasable, the heat and roughness of his think tongue felt unbelieving good on her body. Then his hot mouth captured her nipple sucking hard. He didn't just suck he licked, bit and teased her with his tusks. His mouth was a storm of sensations that left her moaning. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against him.
Only then did she notice his cock. It was massive and hard, pressing against her leg. She squirmed against him, aching for him to press it against her pussy. Her body betrayed her as her mind raged at her. How could she want this? This beast was nothing but a filthy animal!
Grok lifted his head from her breast and trailed his wet mouth up her neck to her ear.
Lyra could feel his hot, ragged breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You taste so fucking good, little elf," he growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very core. "Sweet, like honey. I could eat you all up."
His words sent a jolt of heat straight to her pussy, making her clench with need. She gasped, her body writhing against his, her hips pressing against the hard length of his cock. She could feel the heat of him through his loincloth, feel the way it throbbed against her thigh. He licked and kissed the spot just below her ear as his hand gently slapped her breast making it bounce for him. "Your skin's so soft," he groaned. "Pale as the moon. And these fucking tits..." He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently. She gasped and arched into his touch, her hips grinding against him desperately. "Gods, I could play with these all fucking day."
Lyra was panting now, her body writhing against his. She was so hot, so wet. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, could feel her core aching for him to fill her. But she was too proud to admit it.
"You're a fucking brute," she snarled, pushing against his chest with one hand while her other hand tried in vain to cover her exposed breasts.
Grok chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that ignited a fresh wave of heat between Lyra's thighs. "You're lying to yourself, little elf," he growled, his voice like distant thunder. "Your body's screaming for it. Your nipples are hard, your pussy's wet. You want this as bad as I do." He pressed his massive body against hers, his cock, thick and heavy, digging into her hip. He pushed her hands away and gave her breast another slap, harder this time, making them bounce with more force. Then took another of her perfect red puffy nipples into his mouth and sucked with more force making her buck and writhe beneath him. His tongue circled her nipple, his teeth lightly biting the tender flesh, causing her to moan.
“Gods, your mouth is amazing,” she moaned out.
He groaned around her breast and lifted his head to stare down at her. “Your skin is so soft, your tits are fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of them,” he growled.
His hand continued to abuse her other breast, pinching and pulling and twisting her nipple. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. His tusks scraped against her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She tasted him, the raw, primal scent of him coating her tongue. He kissed her like he wanted to consume her, his tongue thrusting against hers, his teeth nipping at her lips. Lyra's body arched against his, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples aching for more of his touch. The taste of him was wild, untamed, and it sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. Despite her better judgment, she kissed him back, her hands fisting in his thick hair, pulling him closer. Her body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need, her clit aching for his touch.
She couldn't help but grind against him, her hips seeking friction, seeking him.
Grok growled into her mouth, his large, calloused hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him so that she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of him through his loincloth, could feel the way it throbbed against her.
She broke their kiss. Her hips arced to feel more of his length. "Don't think that just because you can turn me on, it gives you a right touch me like this." She tried to struggle against him, but if she was honest with herself it felt more like rubbing against him. She hated how much her body betrayed her, how much she wanted him, this repulsive creature. She hated how her body reacted to his touch, to his smell, to his taste. She hated how fucking wet she was, how her pussy throbbed with need, begging for him to fill it.
"You were saying," Grok growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled his mouth away from hers, leaving her gasping for breath. He trailed his lips down her neck, his tusks scraping against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Lyra gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing against his touch. She wanted to fight, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the heat of his cock through his loincloth, could feel the way it throbbed against her. She wanted it. Wanted him to fill her.
"Grok should make little elf beg. Maybe it is elf who does not deserve pleasure." He pulled aways to be able to see her better. Though he kept his cock pressed to her. He gave her nipple a rough pinch. "Dirty elf." Grok's voice was a low rumble, his tusks gleaming in the firelight as he spoke. He pinched her nipple harder, making her gasp and arch her back. He leaned forwarded and gave her another forceful kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pinching her nipple.
She tried to bite his tongue but he just chuckled into her mouth. When he pulled away, she was gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with lust and anger.
"Little elf likes to play rough? Grok can play rough, for pretty elf lady." he growled, his voice a deep, dark rumble. She bucked her hips against him.
"What I would like is for you to take your filthy hands off of me. I am a Lady of the High Courts. You, Grok, are a beast who lives in a cave." His hands roughly grab her hands and pin them above her head. She withes and struggles, loving the friction of his muscled thigh against her wet throbbing pussy. A moan slipped past her lips. "That drink must have had a drug in it to make me need to fuck. It must be the way a creature like you gets to fuck anyone."
She spat at him, bucking her hips, trying to dislodge him, but he held her wrists in place with one hand, while his other hand roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass. His touch was like fire, burning through her, making her writhe and moan despite her protests.
"You're fucking filthy," she hissed, but her hips were bucking against him, her pussy aching for him to fill her.
Grok chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "No need to drug. Elf lady wanted Grok from the start. Pussy wet when saved." He pressed harder into her. "Hungry for cock. No elf man could provide." He let go of her wrist, and roughly stiped the dress from her body. Leaving her nude but her her thin panties, that were soaked from the rain and her own pussy juices.
Grok's eyes devoured her naked body, his gaze lingering on her hips, her thighs, her breasts. He licked his lips, his tusks glinting in the firelight. “Pretty, pretty elf.” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “So full of need."
Lyra glared at him, her body trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and arousal. “Get your fucking hands off me,” she snarled, pushing at his chest with her free hand. But her body betrayed her, her hips arching into his touch even as she spat at him.
Grok chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her pussy clench. "Figh me, little elf," he growled. "makes you even hotter."
He released her wrists, and she immediately tried to cover herself, but he grasped her hips and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed of furs. With one swift move, he ripped her thin, soaked panties from her body, leaving her completely naked and exposed to his hungry gaze.
"Look at you," he rumbled, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator sizing up its prey. "So fucking wet and ready. Look at your little pussy, all swollen and hungry." Grok's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked on her exposed pussy. Lyra's breath hitched, her face flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit engorged and aching for touch. She tried to close her legs, tried to hide herself from his gaze, but Grok was having none of it. With a rough grip on her thighs, he spread her legs wide, forcing her to reveal herself to him.
Lyra tried to slam her knees together, to keep him from seeing her most intimate place, but Grok's strength was unyielding. She could only lie there, panting and trembling, as his gaze raked over her body.
"Fucking beautiful," he groaned, his eyes flashing with raw desire. He leaned down, his massive body caging her in as he pressed a rough kiss to the inside of her knee. Lyra gasped, her body tensing as his stubble scraped against her sensitive skin.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Grok growled, his voice a low rumble. "Like goddess? Elf lady is a fucking goddess sent to tempt."
Lyra whimpered as Grok's hand traced a path up her inner thigh, his touch rough and gentle all at once. She tried to close her legs, tried to deny him access, but his grip on her thighs was unyielding. She tried to push his hands away but he was unmoved by her efforts. Damn her wonton body, if it didn't make her pussy drip more.
"Open for me, little elf," he commanded, his voice like thunder.
Lyra's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his massive, calloused hand trail up her thigh, his fingers brushing against her pussy lips, spreading her wetness. She whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.
Grok's eyes were locked onto her, his gaze dark and intense. "So fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He slid his fingers through her folds, spreading her juices, circling her clit with a rough thumb. Lyra gasped, her back arching, her hips grinding against his hand. It was humiliating the way she was responding to Grok's touch. She she be disguised. No one in the elf court would touch her if they know what she was allowing here. If they knew she wanted it what would they do then?
What would they call her?
But it didn't matter.
She was here, now, with him, this beast.
Grok's fingers circled her clit, the rough pad of his thumb pressing down on the swollen bud. Lyra moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction. She was so wet, her juices coating his fingers, making them slide easily against her sensitive flesh.
Grok groaned, his cock throbbing with need at the sight of her, spread open and vulnerable before him. He could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to taste her, to devour her like a feast set before him.
"No!" She tried to snap her knees closed. Tried to cover her wet pussy from his view. It made him angry this time. She kept denying what she wanted, kept trying to hide from him. He would show her why she needed him.
Why her body craved his touch. Why her pussy ached for his cock. Grok's fingers left her clit, trailing down to her entrance, teasing her with a single finger.
"No," she whimpered, pushing at him, trying to scramble away. He let her put a few inches between them. Her hands covering her gorgeous wet pussy. Her breast red and swollen from his attention. "You have had enough of my body, beast." She spat the last word at him. Grok stood, looming over her. His cock hard and tenting his loincloth. Her eyes roamed over his muscular body, his tusk, and the shape of his cock hidden from her eyes.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his arousal mixed with the earthy odor of his skin. She watched how his eyes flicked to her breast as she took a deep breath. So she did it again. His sent making her head swim with desire. She could tell that his cock was massive. She shivered from the denial of his body heat. He watched her reaction with hunger.
"You're trembling, little elf," he observed, his voice a low rumble. "Are you scared?"
Lyra kept her eyes downcast, refusing to meet his gaze. "I'm not scared," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't want this." She scooted further away from him.
He walked around her, watching every move she made. She watched him back. His boots were heavy, his cock throbbing. He considered what he wanted to do next. Give her what she demanded? Take what she couldn't admit she wanted?
A wicked smile spread across Grok's face, his tusks glinting in the firelight. "You want Grok to fuck you, little elf," he growled, his voice like thunder. "For this beast to fill your tight little pussy with cock."
Lyra's breath hitched, her body tensing as she watched him circle her. She sat up, blocking more of her lithe body from his view.
"No," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you," Lyra repeated, her voice shaking slightly.
"You let elf man fuck you?" Grok asked.
His voice was low and dangerous, his gaze locked onto her like a predator stalking its prey. He stepped closer, his body towering over her, his cock tenting his loincloth. "You let elf man fuck you like this?" he growled, his eyes flicking to her exposed pussy, still wet and glistening from his touch.
Lyra's breath hitched, and she quickly covered herself, her cheeks flaming with humiliation and anger. "What the fuck are you talking about, you filthy beast?" she snapped. "I've never let any man fuck me like this. I'm not some whore to be used at your pleasure," Lyra spat, her voice shaking with anger and arousal. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Grok sneered, his lips pulling back to reveal his tusks. "Not your pleasure? Your pussy's swollen, you grinding against Grok like a bitch in heat. You want Grok's cock deep inside you, filling you up."
Lyra's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation.
"You're a disgusting pig," she hissed, her voice shaking. "You think you can just take what you want from me?"
Grok's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto her. He took a step closer, his massive body blocking out the light from the fire. Lyra could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the earthy scent of his skin.
She was torn between the desire to flee and the urge to press herself against him, to feel his heat, his strength. She hated herself for wanting this, for wanting him.
Lyra's breath hitched, her body betraying her with every breath she took. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breasts and pussy aching for his touch. Her lips needing his forceful kiss. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, to leave her alone, but her body betrayed her, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, could smell her own arousal mingling with the scents of the cave and the fire.
Grok's massive body loomed over her, his cock pressing against his loincloth, rock hard and ready.