First Experience (2)
Beastkin are races that blend animal and human forms.
Among them, one of the most prosperous is the werewolf, who survived harsh environments and developed incredibly tough physiques.
As a result, werewolf culture naturally evolved to prize strength above all else. The bigger and stronger the prey you hunted, the more superior and respected you became.
'I'm the next great chieftain, Rasca Slovenia.'
Rasca was the most outstanding talent among the new generation of werewolves.
At age ten, the wild boar she hunted for the first time was bigger than a truck. In that moment, every tribe member acknowledged her as the next great chieftain.
Male or female... such distinctions meant nothing to Rasca.
She had effortlessly overpowered males far larger than herself. Any who dared look down on her as a mere female had their throats ripped out and buried.
No one could dismiss Rasca as a weak bitch... until now.
"You stupid, pathetic weakling."
Someone dared say that to Rasca.
He stood just over 150cm tall. Weak as hell. One hand? That was generous. Her ring and middle fingers alone would suffice against a guy like this—no doubt about it.
The gap between them was even wider than between a child and an adult male.
And Rasca was a master of the martial arts passed down through generations of werewolves.
"Acting all high and mighty, and now look—you're kneeling before me."
This man dared call Rasca weak.
She'd never experienced anything like it before, nor would she again.
Normally, she'd have lost her shit and charged at the mere sound of it.
But right now, Rasca wasn't herself.
"…."
She knelt demurely on both knees, lifting her head just a bit. There it was—a long, thick cock right in front of her eyes.
The very cock that had tormented her pussy relentlessly until now. She swallowed hard.
"Ah…."
A soft moan escaped as Rasca propped her chin with both hands, kneeling obediently just like that.
Smack— Starting with a kiss, her red lips finally began devouring the object she'd craved so desperately.
'So thick.'
While ordinary women might swoon over a man's thick forearms or thighs, Rasca felt an immense attraction to thick cocks instead.
That subtle flavor transmitted through her lips. The musky, genuine male scent flooding her nostrils overwhelmed her brain.
Her knees, once primly together, spread wide into a W shape.
This wasn't something she consciously decided—it just happened naturally.
'I... I don't want this.'
She definitely felt resistance to this massive thing. The problem was her body reacting the exact opposite way.
Her crotch kept soaking wet. Love juices dripped steadily from her slit, staining everything.
Her body was already fully prepared to accept the cock.
"Haa, haa…."
Rasca's tail thrashed wildly. She knew her body wasn't obeying her, but nothing changed.
"Slurp…"
This time, to get it inside her, her tongue and lips served it with utmost devotion.
A kiss to the glans. She tilted her head slightly, licking along the side of the shaft and pulling forward.
Her hair got in the way. Rasca swept it behind her ears, focusing even more on the cock.
Every nook and cranny, lapping at the base. Then back up to tease the glans.
"…How's that."
As if demanding praise, Rasca flashed a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Been practicing? You're suddenly so good." "Like I'd waste time on that crap. What the hell do you take me for?"
In response, Asmodeus stroked her head.
His small, delicate fingers touched her hair, and the werewolf chieftain unwittingly let out a pleased growl, accepting it.
This defied common notions. Usually, women felt sexual attraction to large, sturdy hands.
But right now, Rasca felt lust and comfort from these much smaller ones.
"Putting in all this effort... can't deny you a reward now, can I?" "Ugh…."
She'd slathered the cock in saliva until her jaw nearly unhinged. And on top of that, got called stupid and weak….
For Rasca, it was utter humiliation. She had nowhere left to fall.
'It's a dream, just a dream.'
Even so, the fact that Rasca's mind hadn't shattered—that it remained intact—was because she believed all this was happening in a dream.
Of course, dreaming the same thing repeatedly was absurd in itself.
But her pride refused to accept that she was getting fucked by a mere imp, so she didn't even suspect the truth.
"Good dogs who wag their tails get tasty treats. Lie down. I'll give you what you want right now."
Finally, Asmodeus decided to grant her wish. Rasca knew exactly what that was.
"…A-alright. Keep your promise." "Casual speech?"
The werewolf chieftain quickly corrected herself.
"Yes, sir. Please keep your promise…." "That's better."
And just like that, a new rule formed between them.
Rasca could no longer speak casually to him.
Rasca prided herself on having a body that outmatched anyone in Terranium.
She hadn't even broken a sweat when surrounded by vampire mafia armed with submachine guns. Yet now, she was incredibly tense.
Her heart pounded like mad. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead, trickling down.
"Ah."
The massive cock entered her view, and a powerful weakness washed over her body. It felt like her whole frame went limp.
Moments later, the huge, thick cock drew near her drenched pussy. The glans pressed lightly against the entrance, poke poke.
Just a little thrust, and it'd slide in endlessly. What would happen to Rasca then was obvious.
'It's fine. This is a dream. I can break here.'
She was scared. But soon, Rasca let go completely. After all, this wasn't reality—just a dream.
So even if that monstrous cock pounded her senseless and wrecked her, it wouldn't matter….
Thinking that way calmed her mind.
"You look so eager. What's it feel like? The cock you've been begging for—I'm about to put it in."
"Sh-shut… the fuck up." "Want me to shove it in? Got it. Right away."
Squish, squiiiish. Asmodeus rubbed the cock against her pussy entrance, applying pressure. No more teasing seemed necessary.
He gripped her hips tight and slowly thrust his waist forward. Just a bit more force, and it'd slip inside.
Rasca squeezed her eyes shut, averting her gaze from the scene. Proof that she feared this moment.
Soon after, the cock breached her pussy entrance and pushed in.
"Haa, haaa…!"
Sluuuuurp—!
Finally.
It was something Rasca wanted even more than Asmodeus.
The thick rod caught at her entrance vanished completely into her depths—bareback, no condom or anything.
'It's a dream, so it doesn't matter. No need for condoms here.'
Though neither Rasca nor Asmodeus knew it, low-rank incubi couldn't impregnate anyone.
Cross-species breeding was difficult to begin with.
'No need for a condom. It's a dream—think this bitch'll get knocked up?'
However, a higher-rank incubus could. Of course, Asmodeus didn't know that yet.
The cock slid in endlessly. How could something this size fit entirely? Asmodeus was astonished by Rasca's capacity.
"Hii, hiiik…."
Even as a first-timer shoving his cock in, he instinctively knew what to do.
A novice might fumble even finding the hole, but Asmodeus was an incubus.
His innate techniques guided his movements.
'So this is how it's done.'
Proper training was about to begin, and Asmodeus could just follow his instincts.
Rasca, on the other hand? Impaled by the massive cock, she could do nothing.
Training had only just started in earnest, but she already sensed her defeat.
'This is bad….'
If this weren't a dream, she'd be in real trouble. Seriously….
Rasca decided to just let herself get fucked. It's fine. It's a dream. Anything goes in dreams. It'll all vanish when I wake up.
In the end, she permitted everything.