Unexpected Detour (Razgriz x Wingshadow)

"Come," Talbor took his head gently in her own and led him slowly (since they were both a bit unsure in footing) to one of the larger tents in the camp. It was made up almost entirely of animal skins lashed together and pitched with sealant of some sort, probably animal fat. Its shape was maintained by the cleaned and lashed together ribs of large animals, perhaps whales or very large land mammals. Inside, pillows were arranged to form large cots or beds on which to lay, stuffed with wool of various sorts. She laid herself down on one of the beds and motioned for him to lay down next to her on the bed beside hers while she unfastened the knots which held her clothing in place. She laid her headband down on the other side of her pulled her shirt up and over her head, allowing him a full view of her reasonably-sized breasts.

Talbor looked over at him with an intense look of desire, but waited to see how he would react.

Sam nodded and let Talbor lead to an impressively large tent; the bone infrastructure weirded him out a bit, but it was alright. He was feeling a bit woozy from the strong booze; still, he knew enough to what was going on. And he wasn't anything if he didn't keep his word; he did agree to help them procreate. The bed looked very comfortable indeed; he watched as Talbor laid her enormously yet very nicely-shaped human-horse body on one of the mattresses. When she revealed her chest to him, Sam felt himself stiffen considerably, tenting the front of his pants; while nowhere near as big as a centaur male, his nine-inch length that pitched the fabric around his groin would be impressive for someone smaller than her.

He laid down on the bed next to Talbor after removing his dress shoes and sports jacket, seeing the hunger in her eyes; he didn't know if she truly wanted him or if it was the wine. Either way, his own semi-drunken lust made him undress completely as well, revealing his manhood to her. He then paused as he looked over her figure; even with the horse legs, her body was very womanly and toned. She was strong and beautiful, two qualities that Sam admired in a woman.

Talbor reached toward him and took him by the shoulders, guiding him toward herself gently then placing one hand on his manhood and the other on his cheek. She bent forward and started to lick his face, starting with the chin then working her way up his left cheek up to his nose, then down slightly to his lips. She planted her warm lips to his, her right hand pulling his face toward hers and holding him in place. At the same time her left hand had been stroking his length slowly, gradually increasing the strength and speed of her stimulation as she kissed him.

Sam shivered slightly when Talbor grabbed his manhood and started to stroke it; the shivers continued when he felt her hot tongue gently lick all over his face before finally ending up in his mouth; he couldn't believe he was doing this. Still, he could feel his inhibitions melting away; he was doing this out of duty, right? Even though it felt like more, that was probably just the alcohol wasn't it? Sam wasn't even sure anymore. When she pressed his face to hers for more intense kissing, Sam returned it, using his own experience with kissing women to help bring her pleasure.

His meat throbbed in Talbor's hand as she stimulated it more and more, heating his body considerably; he decided to use his own hands to return the favor. As he kissed her back, one hand went to one of the fleshy globes on her chest while the other traveled down her stomach and found her weeping pussy. His left hand teased the warm mound above, brushing the sensitive bud that was her nipple while his right hand rubbed the moist lips, stimulating her sex and rubbing the small nub between them. He found himself wanting to be inside her more than ever now; even though it was so wrong, he never felt so right other than this moment.

She held the kiss, her rough tongue brushing against his in a hungry manner while her hand quickened its motions on his manhood, squeezing it slightly as she continued to please him. She let out a soft moan into his mouth as his fingers played with her breast and the lips of her sex, the heat in her face starting to deepen and the need for him reaching even greater heights. Talbor arched her body into his slightly as his attentions aroused her greatly, her mind clear of any sense of restraint. She placed his tip at her virgin pusy and rubbed it against herself, teasing him and enticing both herself as well as him.

As Talbor continued to pleasure him and wrestle his tongue with her own, he increased his ministrations on her breasts and pussy; he felt his mouth vibrate a little as she moaned pleasurably into his lips. He could feel her body rising in tandem with his own, making the experience that much hotter. She was clearly in the throes of pleasure as she pressed her body tighter against own; he then felt something wet at the tip of his throbbing rampant phallus. She wanted him inside her, and that's what he wanted too. The way she rubbed it against herself drove him mad with pleasure

Slowly, he pushed his cock into her heated folds, feeling the velvet walls grip him tightly as he penetrated into her. He eventually felt something block his progress; his eyes widened a bit when he realized that she was still a virgin! "Talbor, do you really want me to be the one to take your virginity?" he then asked; he didn't even consider the possibility and the last thing he needed was for her to get pissed off at him.

"Please," Talbor moaned, her hands reaching down and grasping his thighs and trying to pull him deeper into herself. She might not have been thinking completely clearly, but she certainly knew what her body craved. She wasn't just asking, it was a demand plain and simple. She moved her lips down to his shoulder and started to suckle on his skin, her body raising slightly and pressing against him.

Sam loved the contact; if she wanted him inside her, that's what he would give her. Normally he obviously wouldn't do this; something about the wine and meats filling his belly made him lose all forms of rational thought though. When her hands grasped his thighs to pull him in further she would find that he was already trying to slide in; the combined efforts of them both broke her hymen, allowing their groins to finally met in heated coitus and their bodies to be as physically close together as possible. He felt a trickle of liquid run down his throbbing shaft and heavy balls. To help lessen any potential pain, not that she may have felt any, he kissed and suckled her puffy nipples to stimulate her further.

He laid there for a moment, letting her get used to him inside her before pulling his cock out until the bulbous head was the only thing left inside. He then pushed it back in, repeating this with increasing intensity as he built up a rhythm inside of Talbor's tight, hot pussy.

Talbor let out a loud moan as he claimed her virginity, followed by an instant reaction by her body as it contracted around his member and began to massage its entire length. True, it wasn't nearly as large as that of her species' but it was larger than anything that she had ever placed inside herself up to that date. It was like a part of her which itched was finally being relieved, the pent-up frustration slowly fading away from behind her eyes. Her mind melted into the bliss of being filled, only for her body to lustfully cry out for more. She moaned into each thrust, her hands grasping his sides firmly and holding him in place against her body and his head against her breast. Her nipples were already quite hard and peaked, sensitive to his every stimulation.

Sam continued to thrust in and out of her; the walls of her tight passage firmly caressed his length and brought the electrifying jolts of pleasure that he felt shooting up his spine. He could tell she was enjoying this immensely by the way she moaned and pressed him harder into her; he intensified the thrusting of his throbbing member further into her, letting the ridge of his flared bulbous head drag erotically inside her hot pussy, stimulating them both. As his pleasure he increased he increased his touching and stimulation of her breasts, latching his mouth to one of the puffy, perked buds and sucking on it; he continued this for a few moments before pulling away to lick the area around it, teasing her for a bit before latching back on and sucking even harder as he pumped his rock-hard shaft deep into her.

The friction of the head of his shaft against her inner folds send shivers down her spine, the intensity of their lovemaking pulling cries of ecstasy from her lips as the heat of her passion soared. She clung to his body, his member ravaging her insides while all she could do was merely hold him and enjoy the surges of pleasure which swept over her every time he drew his length out of her and slammed it into her very core. She could feel her body tensing up around him, eagerly grasping at him as he pulled back and relaxing as he pushed back inside, each repetition bringing her closer to the peak of her arousal.

"Yes..." she whispered to him with labored breaths, "Yes, please..."

She was begging for his seed, a deep-seated need that she never realized she possessed before this very moment.

Sam thrust into her with increasing intensity as their coital activities reached hot new peaks, her pussy starting to tighten up and pulse with increasing force around his cock; she was getting close and so was he. He felt his head ans shaft start to throb within her, the pleasure of his body quickly approaching its maximum. "Talbor......" he moaned out after she uttered her words; she wanted him to cum inside her. Well, soon he would do just that; Talbor would be very glad that she let him eat the seasoned meats and wine before they did this.

Soon, he was pounding into her relentlessly, trying to get them both to reach that wonderful peak of bliss. Eventually, his body reached that point; his hips jolted forward, pushing his hard male flesh as deep as it could go before a thick geyser of hot, potent sperm erupted from his head into her. His cock throbbed hard and long as what seemed like a few gallons of sperm was pumped inside her wet and pulsing pussy, washing her walls and core in a thick, viscous tide of white.

As Talbor felt him thrust hard into her as he climaxed, followed by the swift and overwhelming volume of his release, she drifted beyond the edge and fell headlong into the arms of her own climax. Her walls contracted around his member, pulling his seed toward her eager and ready womb. She let out a loud cry as the surges of pleasure spread throughout her entire body, the intensity leaving her completely breathless for several long moments. Her back arched powerfully into his body, her fingers digging into his skin with force before she fell limply into his arms, spent but pleased.

She looked up at him and rubbed her cheek against his affectionately before closing her eyes allowing herself to drift into a light slumber.

Sam felt Talbor's walls pulse around him, milking his cock for his cum. He could feel hands dig into his back, not enough to break the skin, but enough to let him know how much he pleased her. After a few long moments, his cock finally stopped filling her and started to soften, letting it limply fall out and rest against her pussy lips; his length was now covered in their combined fluids, and he could feel some of his own seed start to leak out of her freshly ravaged hole onto his now-flaccid length. His chest rose and fell in tandem with hers, he cradled her gently as she limply fell into his arms.

When she nuzzled into him and fell asleep, he kissed her forehead before muttering "G'night, Talbor." and drifting off to a sleep of his own, the two tired lovemakers cradled in each other's arms as darkness claimed them both.

*The next morning*

Sam's eyes fluttered open, seeing the brown-haired beauty before him. The slight smile on her face reminded him of what happened; he'd almost forgotten that she was part horse. "Whoa.....last night got a little crazy. Oh, my head." he thought to himself; the wine must have made him more drunk than he thought. But to be truthful, the hangover wasn't that bad for him as he'd had a lot worse ones when he was younger. Which was weird, because usually getting drunk like that meant a black-out for a human. And yet, he remembered a good portion of what the two of them did; he remembered Rachel and felt a twinge of guilt pass through him. He then looked down and saw that the insides of Talbor's thighs were saturated in copious amounts of his dried, semi-wet spunk. He really hoped she wouldn't be upset over what they did.

Talbor awoke a short while after Sam did, her eyes fluttering open and looking around the tent in a bit of a happy daze. She didn't seem to be suffering much of a hangover, at least initially, as she simply wrapped her arms around him and held him close for some time, as her mind slowly replayed the events of the day before.

"Oh jeez," she let out a pained groan and shook her head slightly, "Next time remind me to go easy on the wine..."

"Oh... Well, good morning," Talbor just then seemed to realize the full extent of what had happened last night, her eyes slightly narrowing, "I should get ready to leave. Do as you wish while we are away. We should be back before nightfall."

She stood up and went out to wash and gear up for the hunt, leaving him alone in the hut without another word between them.

Sam felt so warm and comfortable in Talbor's embrace that for a second he didn't want her to leave; he then realized that he shouldn't be like this. Still, he oddly couldn't bring himself to regret it "You and me both. That's some brew you make." he mumbled, feeling a slight knocking on his head. "Good morning to you as well" he mumbled before kissing her forehead lightly.

As he watched her stand up on her four legs and walk out of the hut, he noticed she was still naked; modesty clearly wasn't something that was all that prevalent in their society. Still, there were a few cultures back on Earth where the women walked around topless, so he guessed it wasn't too different. Still, he supposed it wasn't all bad; that was one hell of a night he won't soon forget. And neither of them seemed to regret it for the most; he wondered if Talbor secretly hated him for taking advantage of her while she was intoxicated and if the other centaurs heard them last night. Talbor did get pretty loud after all.

The sky was hardly even light as the centaurs prepared for the morning hunt. Talbor stepped down to the nearby stream and washed herself clean in the water, several of the other centaurs were already doing the same. One of the centaurs brought a fresh change of clothes for them all, along with their handbands. They accepted them gratefully and swiftly geared up. A few of them exchanged glances with each other, obviously wanting to say something to her but feeling reluctant to do so due to the difference in their stations.

However, one of the other leaders approached her with a slightly sly smile, "So, how was last night? Is the married life all that they say it is?"

"Drop it, alright? I feel..." Talbor seemed a bit confused for a moment as she slipped her bow behind her back and fastened it into place, "I feel strangely attached to that human creature."

"Oh?" she decided to press the situation a bit more, "would that explain those thunderous moans and cries of joy I heard last night?"

Several of the other centaurs blushed but remained silent.

"You are out of line," Talbor shoved her and turned toward the others, "Unless anyone else has something smart to add, let us depart."

With that, they filed out quickly for the rolling hills in search of game...

However, they were not the only ones who were interested in the male human, for the scent of semen had awoken a dormant creature, one who was in desperate need of feeding...

Its sustenance being the fluids of males, the absence of which had driven it nearly to extinction. For now, it merely waited and watched, waiting for the moment at which to strike.

Sam laid back down for a few more hours; he almost didn't want to get up. He realized he should though; he shouldn't stay a useless lump in bed. That wasn't who he was. Giving a slight groan, he stood up and got dressed in his clothes which still lay scattered around the floor of the tent. Once that was done, he checked to make sure he had his pistol; he quickly realized that if he was staying here, then he wouldn't really need the camping supplies he'd brought with him. When he walked out of the tent, he saw that there were very few left behind; they must have left to hunt. The sun was just barely over the horizon and yet the lands were bathed in its warmth. Giving a stretch and a yawn, he felt the urge to piss coming on.

He went outside the perimeter of the village to do his business, unaware of the presence that silently stalked him. He wandered out pretty far, too; didn't want to expose himself indecently after all. Everything about the centaurs was so confusing, and he himself was really confused; in the short time he'd known Talbor, he'd come to develop feelings for her. And now he was torn between his fiancee and this centaur woman who took him in to keep him safe. He unzipped his pants and let the fluid flow, finishing up in short time. He then zipped back and turned to make his way back to the village.

The creature followed his every movement, from the time till he left the camp till he finished refreshing himself in the bare open fields. Just as he turned to go back to camp, she sprang into action... or rather oozed into action, as it were. She silently rose up from the ground itself, her body melding and bending as it slowly took its form. Her body was made up of a thick red substance that seemed to have no particular shape, almost like gelatin before it has fully solidified. She slipped behind him silently by sending her body over the ground before speaking up to him.

"Excuse me," she spoke softly, her body chastely folded as she sat on the ground behind him, "I... I have a small request from you."

She had never actually seen a male other than her own father before, which was a great many years prior to that day, and she found herself a bit at a loss of how to go about extracting what she desired from him.

Sam heard the voice and looked around; he didn't see anyone at first, but when he looked down, he froze. What appeared to be a human female sat before him; he then realized that she did not seem to have a whole lot of coherence to her form. The centaur he understood; this, however, was something he'd never seen nor heard of before.

He then yelled and jumped back, landing hard on his butt as he drew out his pistol and pointed it at the thing; he didn't know what this thing was. It was gooey-looking and seemed to hold the form of a human female. "Y..You stay away from me! I don't know what you are, but don't come any closer!" he shouted, the barrel of his gun arcing with bolts of energy.

"Everyone who sees me is afraid of me, its not like I asked to be this way though," she recoiled softly, but she honestly wasn't very much afraid of his weapon as it likely wouldn't have any effect on her jelly-like form, "I really don't mean any harm to you, please do not hurt me."

She crouched even lower to the ground, some of her body simply melting away into a puddle of red goo. Her wide transparent eyes looked up at his while she looked him over. She knew that there was something familiar about him, but couldn't quite place it... perhaps one of the memories she inherited from her ancestors? At the moment, she didn't know, but there was a painful hunger burning throughout her body which demanded relief.

"Even the centaurs are afraid of me, but I do not know why," she cried, small droplets of red fluid ran down her face, "I have never done anything to anyone, so why does everyone hate me? Is it because I do not have bones? is it my face? what is it, please tell me... I'm so terribly hungry, but I have nothing at all to eat. Everyone I approach runs away from me without even speaking with me!"

Sam looked at the strange creature; it seemed genuinely saddened. Her tone indicated that she was telling the truth; though he was still a bit off-put by her body's consistency. With that he lowered the gun, showing the girl that he was not going to harm if she wasn't going to harm him. The more he looked at her, the sillier he had now seen his initial fear. And now he actually felt a bit bad for jumping to the conclusion that she was going to attack him.

Of course, Sam didn't know the reason that people ran away from the creatures that was, unknown to him, called a red slime: They were closely related to the other slime varieties, which had a notorious reputation for attacking men to have sex with them in order to gather massive amounts of sperm to feed them and help them reproduce. The weight in his gut grew heavier when he noticed small red drops falling down her face; she was crying. "H..hey, hey, take it easy."

In truth, he felt sorry for this woman; if what she said was true, then she wasn't always like. "Look, I'm sorry I shouted and reacted the way. I've just......never seen someone like you before and you just appeared so suddenly that it surprised me." He then put his gun away and stood up to walk over and kneel in front of her. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you exactly? Do you have a name? Maybe if you come with me to the centaur camp, I can get you some food to eat." He clearly had no idea of the slime's diet or the fact that the centaurs would be completely useless to her.

"Um, the centaurs call me a 'red slime' because of the way I look I suppose, but I do not have a personal name." the female creature replied softly, bringing her hand up to her face and wiping away the few tears that yet lingered, "I'm sorry, but I don't think they have anything at the camp that I could use for food, or I would have probably taken some for myself already. I don't eat meat or anything like that."

Rising up slightly again and reforming her female form, she looked away and down toward the ground, although she was actually keeping a very close eye on his movements in case he decided to run. She seemed a bit embarrassed to admit what she did actually eat, deciding to sidestep the issue for now rather than risk scaring off her only hope of sustenance.

"Um, might I ask what you are? I do not recall ever seeing something quite like you before either," she asked a but sheepishly.

Sam cocked his head in confusion; he supposed the name made sense, but it was still weird. A 'red slime'? He wondered though why she didn't have a personal name. He was about to ask what a red slime was when she then replied to his question about the centaur camp not having anything she could use for food. She seemed to not want to talk about what she wanted to eat; he didn't have to worry it was humans, because she said she didn't eat meat.

He then smiled and said, "I'm what's called a 'human'. It seems like humans have never been here before, have they? You're the second species I've run into on this planet that's never seen a human, and yet you both look so human-like." Still, he wanted to help this girl, so he pressed it again, saying softly, "I want to help you, OK? Tell me what it is you eat, and I'll do my best to get it for you." Little did he know that her sustenance would come from him; and thanks to the aftereffects of the herbs he ingested, he would have plenty to give multiple times.

"Perhaps the Sleeping Succubus would know something about why we look so similar to humans," the red slime replied, "That's what the centaurs are often saying anyway."

She slid a bit closer to him and wrapped some of her body around his legs, taking hold of him firmly yet not in an aggressive manner, "Alright, I will tell you... I eat sweat, spit, and other body fluids, but most of all male seed, also known as semen. I've been hibernating for such a long time that I've been trying to hold myself back for a while now, but since I received your permission, it would be alright for me to take all I like, right?"

The red slime slowly started to climb up his body, her human-formed part drawing closer to him and wrapping her arms around him, her fingers caressing his back and sides while her eyes stared directly into his. The clothes that she enveloped seemed to fall apart and vanish, as the fluid that made up her body was highly acidic yet had no effect on living tissue or skin. She pressed her body against his, and in a moment of seconds her body had enveloped his, coating him almost entirely with hot thick fluid that massaged him and heated his skin. Some of it gathered about his member and began to stimulate it in particular, but her entire body was caressing and holding him.