Kad86's Futa on male story thread

Story by Kad86

I've been working on a couple of stories for a few weeks now (all of them either futa on male or female pegging male). So, to test and see if there is an audience for what I've written I figured I'd post the first chapter of the first story I wrote. This is my first attempt at this so it may be a little rough around the edges, but I hope at least some will like it :D

(Tiny disclaimer: All I plan to write here will contain some futa and male. There may be some chapters containing pegging, futa on futa, futa on female, or even yuri, but I will try to hold that to a minimum. (All depends on the mood I'm in when I'm writing though :p) I will NOT write any stories containing scat, vore or BBW. Some of the stories will however contain some shota, and possibly gore in the future, but those will be thoroughly tagged as such. If a lot of people add replies in this thread I will try to update this post with links to posts in the thread that have story content, so as to make it easier to find the different chapters.)

So, without further ado, the first chapter of my first story. It's a fantasy story, with the futa looking slightly like a demon girl.

It has been about a week since I got captured, or should I say imprisoned. To tell you the truth I’m not really sure what I should call it. I have no idea how I got to this place, or world, and much less how I ended up where I’ve been holed up these last few days. I remember suddenly waking up in a forest-like area, wondering if I had gone on a drunken stupor and wandered off into the woods or something. But the trees and the plants looked somewhat bigger and bulkier than anything I could remember having seen around the area where I live. I didn’t have much time to look around before, suddenly, everything went black, and the next thing I can recall is waking up in a dungeon or prison with my clothes all looking like rags. The room was neat looking, with a tiny chair and table in one corner, all made out of wood, and a bed covered with sheets and stuffed with some kind of feathers.

Over the next days I always received three meals a day, most of them looking much healthier and wholesome than what I usually eat. But I was never released out of my cell, if you could call it that. The meals where always delivered by a rather tall-looking man clad in helmet and armor, other than that I only occasionally heard some chatter in a language I couldn’t understand and saw some other guards walking back and forth past the window in the door. And that was my daily routine for the next following days untill yesterday; then it all changed.

It was nearing evening, I think, when, suddenly, a woman wearing a white and red silk scarf over her head appeared outside the window in the door. I could hear her talking to some of the armored men outside. After she was done talking it looked like she turned her head slightly toward me and, I think, I could bearly notice a faint smile coming from under the silk scarf. A few hours later I was brought to the room I’m in now. A huge room with a bed that must have been at least a king-size, various paintings on the walls and a long table with seats for five or six people that was set with enough food for at least three people. Being rather hungry, I ate as much as I could manage before slipping into the fresh set of clothes that had been prepared. And, with that, I had went to bed feeling exhausted, but content to finally be out of the small, locked room.

This morning I woke to the gentle splashing coming from a bathtub on the other side of the room. It hadn’t been there before I fell asleep so it must have been brought in while I was asleep. I rubbed my eyes and squinted in that direction. There were two girls, wearing some kind of uniform clothing, standing on either side of the tub, holding in their hands some towels and soap. And, there, in the bathtub, casually taking a bath, was an absolutely beatiful creature. Her face was exceptionally fine-featured; a petite and slim nose, thin, but well-defined, lips, and fair skin with a slight tan and yellowish hue. Then there was the eyes, eyes that were looking straight at me; slim, like the eyes of a south-east asian, but, for some reason, larger-looking, and both the iris and pupil colored a dark blue. Noticing that I had woken and was watching her, she smiled and turned around. And then I noticed something that really baffled me. Out of her short, white-striped black hair there grew some grey horns. They looked completely smooth, without any imperfections, and curved around following the shape of her head and ending about two inches behind her ears.

After a little while she got out of the bathtub, still with her back turned toward me. The girls that were standing on either side dried her off with the towel and dressed her in a tight-fitting robe. She turned around and looked at me, finally letting me see her entire, beautiful

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