Different Strokes - Part 1

Chapter 1

Argon raised his head to greet the chattering of the monkeys from the oak tree, and squinted his eyes to catch them playing behind the thick foliage. On the ground, squirrels and rabbits raced past him and he could hear the sweet twittering of birds in the air everywhere. On a branch of the mahogany tree, a cockatoo pecked his plumes pompously, occasionally raising his head to cast a supercilious look on an imaginary audience.

Smiling at the wonderful sights, Argon approached the river and stripped himself of his clothes. A quick bath and he would again disappear into the safe confines of the dense forests. He stepped out of his drawers, suspiciously looking around, hoping that no one watched secretly from the thick woods. Spotting no one, he dived into the water, the warm currents swirling around his body like silk. The luxurious feeling brought back nostalgic memories of his time in the palace, and momentarily he forgot that the king had pronounced a death sentence upon him.

His swimming shattered the demoness’ siesta. She could snore through a thunderstorm, but the slightest of unnatural noises would pierce her tranquility. Stifling a yawn, she stirred and sat up on the bed of thick weeds, peering towards the river where the offending sounds emerged from. Sniffing in that direction, her nose picked up a strange scent. Piqued at the intrusion, she tiptoed to the bank.

Hiding behind the trees, she saw his blonde head float above the waters. She inhaled deeply his musky odor, the fresh smell of human blood making her stomach growl. Her natural instinct suggested that this creature would be a delicious meal, far tastier than the bitter meat of jackals or the slimy flesh of crocodiles her palate was accustomed to.

Having never seen an animal like it before and unsure about its strengths, she curbed her natural impulse to attack. Instead she observed it keenly from the other bank, till it finally got out of the river. She was amazed when like her, the creature stood on two legs without support. Licking her lips at the sight of its cute hip and well-developed posterior muscles, she prepared to assault, when an eagle swooped into the river to seize a fish. That moment, when he turned at the splashing sound, would change their lives forever.

Facing in her direction, he looked up at the eagle, shaking his head. Petrified of being discovered, she scuttled behind the trees in panic, unaware that this human’s vision would not discern her on the other bank.She marveled his blue eyes, chiseled nose and handsome countenance. She also noticed how different he looked from her with no horns or fangs and fair skin contrasting sharply with her gray. She realized it was not a demon. Studying it closely, she observed the white colored rigid rod hanging between his legs. Smooth, long and fat, its shining head reminded her of the mushrooms she gnawed from the bark of the trees after rains.

Having seen a similar appendage hang from other animals, she realized that this yummy creature was a male of his species. But what bewildered her completely was her body’s response at the sight of his masculinity. Feeling both restless and breathless, a pall of sweat broke out across her forehead, while her left chest thumped heavily. Instinctively she rubbed her thighs, aghast at the rising dampness between them. Mystified, her hands reached between her legs. The touch tingled her aching feminity and confused by the feral smell of her own excitement, she continued staring at him with awe.

Suddenly he collapsed on the ground with a shriek, clutching his right foot. Horrified, she watched the cobra slither away from him, his magnificent body turning a sickly blue as the poison began its effect. Much against her wishes, she raised her right hand and leapt across to the other bank.

The sight of the gray woman with horns and fangs, gliding through the air, numbed his pain with shock. His teachers had never told him that Death was a woman. Mustering extraordinary courage in the face of excruciating pain, he relaxed knowing that she would soon terminate his suffering.

To his utter amazement, he saw her pick up the deadly animal by its tail as if it were an innocuous rope. In a swift movement she swung the angry animal in the air before smashing its head against a tree. Next she extracted something from its shattered jaws. Argon’s last vision before fainting was of Death prying open his frozen lips and squeezing some foul substance into his throat.

Chapter 2

A melodious humming revived his senses. His groggy head rested on a soft pillow and a blanket covered his body. Not used to such comforts ever since on the run, he lay back in a daze, his sense of space and time completely warped by the debilitating effects of the snakebite.

Only the humming sound hinted that he was still alive. Sounding like a lullaby, it cast a soporific spell as something warm caressed his cheeks and soft fingers curled around his cock, making it swell. Enjoying the sweet sensations he hallucinated about his favorite handmaiden when a sharp object grazed his neck.

Startled, he opened his eyes and saw her again. He tried to get up, but she held him down, caressing his cheeks with her long fingers. He understood that her sharp nails had accidentally pricked his neck.

Bewildered and scared, he only relaxed on hearing her sweet voice.

“You need to rest,” she hummed, cradling his head.

“Who are you?” he asked, overcoming his fear at last.

“I am Putana, the Demoness. This forest is my home,” she said pointing to the woods.

Shocked at this announcement, he recollected the hideous things he had been taught about demons. He wanted to get up and run, but her strong hand restrained him. In any case, completely sapped of energy, his body did not even have the strength to sit up. Meanwhile, she fondled his tool, pleased to feel it grow. Innocent like a child and never having experienced any sort of intimacy with a male before, demon or human, she neither knew why her hand reached out instinctively for his maleness nor did she perceive the impact her action was producing upon him. She only knew that she wanted to play with it for as long as time permitted.

Exulting under the delicious ministrations of her slender fingers, Argon looked around and realized that his head lay on her soft thighs. Touching the blanket covering him, he saw her long hair wrapped around his nude body.

Nude! Suddenly he remembered the snake. He had collapsed naked on the ground, when the snake had bitten him.

“Have I died?” he agonized, making her laugh.

The musical sound of her laughter rejuvenated him. He knew he would erupt any moment now.

“No. But you would have, if I were not around,” she said at last.

“How did you save me?”

“I killed the snake and fed you its poison. It is the best antidote,” she reminded him of his last vision before he had swooned.

“But the venom is potent and your body needs nutrition to cope with its weakening effects,” she warned.

Saying so, she pulled out her large breast from behind her thick hair and inserted the nipple into his mouth.

“My milk will give you strength,” she encouraged, stroking his hair.

Gratefully, he wrapped his hands around her large and heavy breast. Gray in color, it felt smooth and soft and the eroticism of the whole situation aroused him so much that he ejaculated heavily in her hand.

“What was that?’ she wondered.

Both concerned and curios, she lowered her face to his penis, amazed to see the milky strands glide down the mushroom head, rightly guessing that the eruption had happened from the crack in its center. To her utter dismay, it turned flaccid.

Meanwhile, Argon suckled like a baby, relishing the sweet taste of her milk that flooded his mouth, liberally squeezing and caressing her soft tit. True to her word, he could feel his strength reviving as the delicious liquid poured down his parched throat.

Obsessed by his rod, she continued to explore it, enjoying the masculine smell of the creamy ejaculation. She rubbed the thick liquid in her hand and saw it turn into a white paste. It smelt good and she licked it with a slurping sound. Argon stiffened again at this sound which brought the smile back to her face.

Chapter 3

After feeding generously, Argon registered enough strength to rise and disentangle himself from her hair. She did not restrain him and he saw her clearly for the first time. Devoid of any raiment, her hair made a vain attempt to conceal those magnificent breasts. Seated cross-legged underneath a tree and leaning against the trunk, her lustrous hair formed a black carpet over the grass.

Two pointed red colored horns embellished her head like a crown. Her naked thighs, enticed him by their smoothness. He realized how fortunate he had been to rest upon such a desirable bed.

He admired her glowing skin, both enchanted and intrigued by the mysterious blue and gray complexion. His eyes devoured the abundant contours formed by her hair as they curved over her huge breasts. From recent experience he knew how soft and glorious they were and he wished she would feed him again. Two contrasting features fascinated him deeply.

First were her eyes. Large, innocent and kind, adorned with perfect eyelashes, and shaped like lotus petals, they were of a beautiful green color. The second were her ferocious fangs that jutted out from the corners of her mouth. While one served to enhance the soft appeal of her face, the other generated an intimidating effect. A heady mix of puzzling emotions overpowered his mind in the presence of such a marvelous creature. His throbbing arousal, pounding heart and the beads of perspiration over his brow, screamed the strong urge to claim her. Had it not been for her dominating persona, he would have seized and taken her at that very moment.

“Who are you?” Her soft voice shook him out of his awe.

“I am Argon, a human,” he replied.

She suppressed her concern at this announcement. Her mother had taught that humans were their natural enemies and never to be trusted. She had also said that they make a delicious meal.

“What were you doing in the jungle?” she enquired, enchanted by his good looks.

Argon’s keen eyes did not miss her furtive looks at his shaft, standing up in all its glory. Forcing himself to look away to calm his libido, he replied.

“I am a prince. When my father died, my brother Iridium usurped the throne and tried to kill me.”

“How horrible!”

“The people of the kingdom want me to be their ruler,” he explained, looking at her again, amused to see her shy glances at his engorged tool.

“I have a similar story Argon. This jungle is not my real home. I come from the kingdom of the demons on the other side of the mountains. My sister rules there. She exiled me to these forests when I was only a child,” she bemoaned, a tear trickling down her eyes.

Suddenly, she appeared vulnerable. Her soft eyes and sweet features, clouded by an invisible veil of melancholy, melted away Argon’s lust. Overwhelmed by tender feelings, he also felt indebted to her for saving his life.

Ignoring all warnings received while growing up and listening only to his heart, he knelt next to her and wiped away her tear. She turned her moist eyes towards him, touched by this affectionate act.

“You look pale,” she observed, holding him and laying his head upon her smooth thighs.

He needed no second invitation, though he felt quite strong. He grasped her large tit. Squeezing gently, he thrust it into his eager mouth and suckled like an infant.

Happily, she touched and caressed the smooth surface of his white cock. It was not long before Argon could smell her arousal, the distinct scent of a woman in heat. It hit his nose like a cascade. A perplexing concoction of heady emotions swarmed his mind. Confused whether it was love or lust or passion and throwing all caution to the winds, he raised himself from her lap. Kneeling beside her, he held her large face and clasped his mouth over those soft and fleshy lips.

Taken aback by this bold act, a bewildered Putana had no clue how to react. But Argon’s tongue induced such gratifying sensations that soon she opened her mouth to it and reached out for his cock as that seemed to be the most natural thing to do.

Immensely enjoying his kissing, Putana was careful not to hurt him by her fangs. Argon had never tasted a more delicious woman before. Her mouth
tasted like strawberries and saliva like fresh cream. Seized by a desire for more intimacy, she lifted and rested him upon her thighs. Their lips locked, he caressed her delicate cheeks, which were soft like a baby.

Chapter 4

After kissing for an eternity, he looked deep into her lovely green eyes, before touching them gently with his lips. When he withdrew his shaft from her hands, she threw him a petulant look.

“Lie down, Putana,” he commanded, kissing her gently to placate her annoyance.

Obediently, she lay back upon the grass, trusting fully that this human would lead her on a trail of pleasure and happiness. Argon gasped at her huge and powerful body, marveling her long limbs and ankle length hair.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he proceeded to commence the pleasurable task of exploring her delightful offerings. Gingerly placing her silky hair on the sides, he exposed her huge breasts and thighs. Her plump and rounded belly reminded him of a highly pregnant woman. Long and muscular legs, topped with massive thighs, smooth like polished granite, looked like the arches in his father’s palace.

Reclining next to her, he gently caressed and showered her face with soft kisses. He touched her intimidating horns, admiring their fine texture and solid feel. Mustering great courage he passed his finger along the jagged edges of her fangs. Designed to kill, they felt cold and menacing. White in color, they looked strangely out of a place in a creature whose eyes overflowed with kindness.

When he planted kisses on her neck, it elicited a moan. He had never heard anything like that before. It started with a low guttural sound, which soon reached a shrill cry. Emerging from her resonant vocal chords, it sounded like a clamor to be taken. Argon continued nibbling and smooching her long neck, enjoying his control over such a powerful creature.

Suddenly, overcome by her rising lust, she pinned him down on the ground and leaning over him, kissed his lips hungrily. She had no knowledge why, but instinctively she rubbed her groin on his legs. Argon could feel her moistness on his thighs as the scent of her arousal spread heavily in the air. Overwhelmed by excitement, she became a little negligent and ended up nicking his cheek with her fangs.

A gush of blood spurted from the wound, as Argon yelled with distress. The smell of fresh human blood drew forth her voracious carnal instincts. Her breathing turned labored, a crazy look distorted her kind eyes and a stab of hunger pierced her stomach.

Embarrassed by the terrified look in Argon’s eyes, she turned away from him and started howling.

“What happened, Putana?” asked Argon, sitting up and laying a tentative hand on her bare back.

Not replying, she continued to sob.

He rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her, getting aroused by the feel of her naked flesh.

“I think you should leave, human!” she beseeched.

“Why, Putana?”

“You are our natural food, and I don’t want to hurt you,” she sniveled.

“You saved my life,” he whined, hurting from the cut, as blood flowed freely.

Sensing his pain, she turned to face him, the soft look back in her eyes.

Spitting on her finger, she rubbed it gently over the injury. As if by miracle, the skin healed and Argon’s suffering ended. Touching his cheek, he felt the smooth skin.

“Wow! What was that?” he cried.

“Our saliva has healing powers,” she explained, between her tears.

Argon stroked her head, gazing into those green eyes. With a deft move, she lifted him and placed him upon her lap, as is if he was a child.

“Lick my tears, human,” she commanded.

“Why?”

“Do as I say.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her eyes and licked the tears. Surprisingly, they tasted sour like lemon.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock. With a shy look, she started stroking it. She looked tender and sweet and he kissed her luscious lips again.

“Lie down Putana,” he ordered, releasing her mouth after what seemed a lifetime.

She complied, and he continued the pleasurable task of unraveling the secrets of her massive form.

Chapter 5

He noticed a remarkable thing about her body. Hair grew only on her head. Her soft skin, smooth like a baby, felt seductive to touch. Lifting her arms, he kissed her smooth armpits. Her fat belly fascinated him, and he devoted a considerable time licking and caressing it, making her moan all the time. He buried his face in her thighs, savoring the luxurious feel of her smooth flesh.

At last he reached the ultimate prize, something he had been dying to lick and touch, ever since he had first set eyes upon her. Using considerable strength, he parted her powerful thighs, and beheld the center of her pleasure. Its size struck him with awe. Going by her size, he had been expecting a large pussy. Secretly, he had been worried whether she would even feel him when eventually he would enter her. Instead, he could hardly even see it!

He perceived the faintest of cracks, which like the rest of her body, was gray and smooth like butter. But for the strong smell of her arousal, he would have completely missed it. Bringing his face nearer, he peered at it intently, concerned for the first time whether her pussy would be able to accommodate his considerably large penis. Fascinated, he rolled his tongue over her small hole, not more than a centimeter in length, relishing the sour cream taste of her spends. Screaming with delight, she almost crushed his head between her massive thighs.

Not wishing to torment her any farther and also seized by his own lust, he positioned himself between her legs. He was extremely relieved that though her legs were much longer, his torso matched her’s, allowing him to look into her eyes, with his penis directed at her pussy. He traced her tiny slit with the head of his engorged cock.

The shock in her innocent eyes left no doubt about her virginity and naivety in matters of adult physical love.

“Relax Putana,” he kissed her gently.

“Please do not hurt me,” she pleaded with an ecstatic look on her face as he lodged the bulbous head of his rigid shaft into her dripping entrance.

“I won’t my darling!”

“What is darling?” she questioned.

Amused at her innocence, he looked at her gently, not knowing how to explain the meaning of ‘darling’. With a gentle push of his groin he penetrated deeper, her tightness inducing exquisite sensations on his cock.

“What are we doing?” she sighed.

“What nature intends a male and a female to do!” he groaned, pushing deeper with more force. Responding well, her pussy produced copious lubrication, enhancing his pleasure. When Putana clenched her teeth, he stopped pushing and instead, kissed and caressed her to minimize the pain. He had only entered half way.

“Argon!”

“Yes?”

“I feel restless!” she whimpered.

“Because you need me fully,” he whispered.

“I can’t bear this any longer!”

“Nor can I,” he grunted, violently thrusting forward, and burying himself into her to the hilt.

She winced, her face contorting with distress. Overjoyed at claiming her virginity, he collapsed upon her, savoring the sweet sensations her cunt was producing on his cock. He beheld rapturous joy in her eyes.

Slowly he started thrusting, pushing his cock in and out of her tight pussy, which clamped him like a vise. He had never felt like this before. He had had countless women in his father’s palace, but this female was so different. Her pussy seemed to have collapsed around his rod, clinging to it like molded clay. When his cock slid, the mass of pussy around it also moved, as if the two were welded.

Putana’s response struck Argon with awe. A wild expression on her face, combined with intense screaming, egged him on to increase her pleasure. Learning fast, she realized that rotating her hips and thrusting forward enhanced the joyous sensations. He was sure that her cries of ecstasy could be heard for miles around.

Soon her body stiffened, and she closed her eyes. Wrapping her massive legs around his hips, almost crushing him by brute force, her body shuddered to an explosive orgasm. A torrent of emissions squirted from her pussy, drenching his groin. The earth shook by her violent spasms and she let out a blood curdling yell, before reaching a state of tranquility, similar to a volcano after erupting.

Both terrified and pleased, Argon continued plundering her tight hole, bringing her to a series of further peaks. Finally with an animal moan he ejaculated deep inside her seat of pleasure, flooding her alien womb with potent human seed. He collapsed on her chest. Cuddling and kissing, their bodies in silent communion, the two lovers formed an intense bond. They both fell asleep, tired of their exertions.

Argon only woke up when he felt Putana stroke his hair. He was still lying on top of her. Locking gazes, they kissed deeply. He could already feel his member twitching.

“Not now. We need to go from here,” Putana cajoled, feeling his cock at her pussy.

There was something in that voice, which made Argon listen and he stood up. He found his clothes lying nearby. Getting dressed, he turned towards her and gazed in wonder at the magnificent sight. Standing on her feet, she towered over him by at least a foot. His eyes devoured her stark nakedness, falling in love with her long hair, smooth legs, awesome breasts and divine face. The curved horns and ferocious fangs granted an aura of invincibility. His heart desired to worship this Goddess for life.

“First we bathe and eat,” she smiled, catching him staring.

“And after that?” he asked.

“We meet your brother.”

“You are crazy Putana. His soldiers would kill us,” he shrieked.

“They can’t, human. As long as I am with you,” she muttered.

“Will you always be with me?”

“Yes," she assured.

She scooped him up and raised her right hand. They both started flying through the air, Argon resting upon the crook of her arm, her body horizontal. She wrapped her hair around him to protect him from the cold winds. He flung his arms around her neck, and kissed her cheek.

“Putana!”

Her face turned towards him.

“Why did you make me lick your tears?” he asked.

She didn’t respond, instead continued looking at him, her eyes filled with love and admiration.

“Tell me!” he insisted softly.

“My tears give you power over me. I can never hurt you now, knowingly or unknowingly. But you have the power to kill me if you want,” she announced in a solemn voice.

He didn’t know what to say. Tears welled up in his eyes, touched by her faith and love.

“May I not live even for a single moment if I ever hurt you, my darling!” he declared.

Somehow she believed him fully when he said that, understanding at last the meaning of “darling”.

Realizing that they had both found a friend and partner for life, they kissed with ardor and love.

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