Fucking Insatiable - [Futa on M][Gangbang][Cum][PWP]

Story by McCrow

Hello, friends.

This is a futa-on-male story I finished up recently. There is pretty much zero plot, so no familiarity with the setting is necessary, just need to have a love for futanari, men, and futanari fucking men.

Fucking Insatiable

An erotic story from Elliott McCrow

Fucking Insatiable –

Draenei futanari, as many of us have become intimately aware, are fucking insatiable.

For many of the same reasons, they also have a tendency towards entitlement and ego issues. This is hardly surprising, being a magically-fueled blue-skinned space-babe with positively porn-star T&A and a deliciously perfect and excessive cock is bound to give anyone an inflated pride. And the hooves? The tentacles? The tail?! Pure fetish fuel.

But we really don't seem to mind that. Because if that's what you were after – a sultry, foreign and fantastic dominatrix with a caressable cock, lickable ass and bury-your-face-in-able rack, a beautiful blue lady to bend you over and ride you beyond the edge of temptation that you half-protest but secretly (not-so-secretly) want her to do more of – then you would be hard-pressed to find something better. Or, she would be hard and pressed. Or maybe you would be hard and she would be pressed. In any case, there would be several instances of hardness and pressing, of this we could be certain.

Owain Even (who rarely enjoyed puns about his name) was certainly hard, and he was certainly being pressed. It was probably an amazing story, how he got from the floating city's towering spires and absurd defiances of physics to the private pocket-dimension love-lounge with seven horny and not-the-least-bit-shy Draenei women with particular enhancements and peculiar tastes. It was probably a thrilling tale with action sequences and daring romances and maybe (just maybe!) even an Evil-Overlord-slaying or two. But nobody, certainly not Owain, really cared about that. Owain was more focused on the several women with unfairly generous cocks and deviant grins and oh dear where had his clothes gone?

No, that's right, they had stripped him down just a minute ago. They made a game out of it, seeing which one could get him to blush the most, "accidentally" brushing their hand up against something, or getting Owain to "accidentally" brush up against something of theirs. He really hadn't put up much of a fight, just enough to entice them in to seducing him more. Owain was a clever man. He loved being seduced.

She leaned in close, her skin a vibrant shade of gray-blue, wrapping her palms and fingers around the back of his neck. Her breath was wet and warm, she smelled like oranges and naked sweat. She sank down in to him, where he sat perched on the end of the bed, her legs against his legs, her chest against his chest, her waist against his waist, and her lips eating up his, pressing him down and climbing atop him. Her body was soft and hard, her stiff erection rubbing against his body. Owain was a relatively well-endowed man, he knew that he was, but it didn't quite feel like it at the moment. All seven of them had him beat (and all seven of them were looking eagerly forward to beating off on, around, above, and perhaps most importantly inside of him).

Her tongue slipped inside of his mouth, pushing him gently open. She seized one of his hands in hers and brought it down between them, guiding him to stroke both his cock and hers together, raising her hips forward and back as he did. The draenei's nipples were burning hot against his skin, her whole body was, she had been waiting entirely too long for this. Another pair of hands lifted his head and shoulders up, a second woman sliding in to sit behind him, his head against her belly and her soft but growing dick laid beneath his shoulders. He could feel her. She stroked the side of his face, playing idly with his beard as his own hand busied away at pumping the two wild firehoses trapped between two bodies (a silly metaphor that Owain already regretted thinking). The woman on top of him bit down softly on to his lower lip, purring in to his mouth.

She pulled away, giving him one last peck on the lips. The woman climbed on to the bed with her knees, inching forward until she practically sat upon Owain's chest, leaving him no choice but to gaze fully on her erect member. Her thick shaft was propped up proudly in front of him, wide and oval and lined with dark-purple veins begging for a warm place to stay. Her warm cock was eleven inches from its meaty dark-blue head down to where its base rested on a pair of swollen blue balls, each of them close to the size of a woman's fist (blue was the regular state of being for these balls, so don't feel too bad for her). She leaned forward at him and bobbed the tip up-and-down just slightly, staring straight at hi

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