What to do with you? [With Foxxy]

[Crashingthrough]

Metal pounded against metal, sparks flying into the air and scattering against the steel mask and thick cured leather apron and gloves. Beneath the mask sweat beaded on the man's face as his eyes squinted against the bright light of the glowing iron. Slag was shaped, folded, and then shaped again. For an hour he worked, and for his time he was able to produce three rough axe heads in need of sharpening. But as thick skinned as he seemed to be. The heat was getting to him and the man needed a break. Throwing some coal into the furnace to keep it burning while he stepped out from under the covering, he walked towards his home.

Heavy boots crunched gravel and dirt, and the mask was removed to drop onto a barrel outside. His face was still youthful looking despite going towards his late twenties, and the apron was next to go to show his well formed chest and abdomen through the sweat soaked shirt. This too he removed, planning to rinse off in the river before stepping into his three room home. "Are you around?" Lugh called in through the back window, looking for the creature that lived with him. She was why he lived so far from the village, the other houses only specks in the distance. It had been almost eight years ago since he had found an adolescent manticore, and for some reason rather than slaying the beast like any soldier would have. He adopted her. Now she was growing and filled with a, desire of sorts, that was becoming difficult to deal with.

The first time Lugh had basically been attacked, though what he felt was far worth the experience. But there was still a worry. She was still learning, and he saw her more as a younger sibling, or even a pet, than the young woman she was becoming. And yet because of that he didn't have the heart right now to tie her to a post figuratively, even if it was for her own safety. And that of any of the villagers. "Hello? I'm going to bathe if you need anything you know where to find me!" He shouted, not seeing her in his quick glance. Before making his way to the river and stripping down.

 

[Foxxy]

Grace gnawed on the tree branch she was sitting in. Trying to distract herself from the raging torrent of sexual desire that filled every fiber of her being. She was a manticore, a vicious creature if legends were to be believed, prone to attacking men violently. Though the truth was a little removed from that. Her kind loved nothing more than to go after men, not to savage them, but to harvest their semen for lack of a better term. Despite Lugh having tried her hardest, she couldn't resist her instincts. At times like this she saw the man who saved her, who raised her as his own, who gave her everything including her name, as nothing more than a toy to take out her frustration on.

Today she had been particularly hard hit by her raging lust and retreated somewhere quiet to hopefully sweat it out. Grace found her way to the river where she'd loved to play as a child, and was now trying her very hardest to relax. Deep down the manticore knew she wasn't entirely to blame, she couldn't help these urges. But that didn't make her feel any less guilty. If she could just segregate herself until her carnal desires had passed....

As the monster girl thought to herself, she heard footsteps approaching. Looking down from her perch she saw.... of course, the very man she was trying to avoid. Grace's heart thumped as she sighted him, and quietly watched Lugh take his clothes off, her tail, that prehensile sexual organ, twitching in anticipation. She wrapped her arms around the tree branch as though she intended to physically anchor herself down, but it was far too much to bear. As Lugh stepped into the river, the manticore let out a bestial roar, and with powerful legs, pounced from the tree she was resting in into the water beside him.

Her eyes held an intense ferocity as she wrapped her arms around her father, grappling the man. A needle sharp barb let loose from her tail, only hurting for a single moment as it hit Lugh, before the toxin would take hold, filling him with the most intense pleasure. That toxin, refined by whatever gods were drunk enough to create such a monster girl, would ensure that her target maintained an erection for at least the next thirty minutes, no matter how many times he came. As the toxin took hold, her tail teased the tip of the black smith's cock under the surface of the water as she held him in place with powerful arms, having completely lost control of herself.

 

[Crashingthrough]

Lugh flinched as he stepped into the icy mountain water, wading in through the discomfort until the water was up above his waist. He wore nothing, not even boots, so the smooth rocks under his feet and the feel of the constant moving water was gracious upon his heated bare skin. His plan was to rinse the sweat away from his chest and hair, saving the real bathing for later when his work was done for the day. At least that was the plan. He flinched at the roar, looking for the maker of said sound. The blacksmith realized who it was before she ever landed in the water. And opened his mouth to scold and tell her off for not anouncing herself sooner and for acting like an animal. He had taught her better after all. Or had tried. Recently everything he had done seemed useless as she reverted more and more into her monstrous action.

She grabbed him, her strength far surpassing that of a normal man. And even he could only have escaped after a long struggle. However if she wanted him to struggle, she went about it wrong. Something stabbed into his thigh, causing the man to shout out in pain, but more so from surprise. Lugh groaned as the toxin worked it's way through, making his almost thirteen inch cock harden and ache. "Grace!" He snapped at his adoptive daughter. Her tail gripped and massaged his cock head, bringing him to heights that were becoming more familiar. "It's okay Grace." He would turn and try to wriggle just a single hand out of her arms which was a Herculean task. He'd scratch at her pink hair and the ears atop them in what he hoped was a soothing feeling, trying to fight his desire. The toxin was winning though, taking control of his muscles and trying to hump deeper into her tail.

"For the love of... Grace I'm going to give you thr spanking of a lifetime when this is over." Lugh promised. He had tried being understanding, but maybe a heavy hand would be able to break through her instincts. This was no fault of hers, but he still didn't need this to become a problem if they were in town.