Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson pauses for a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow, the underbrush is thick and overgrown and his blade as slowly grown dull over the course of cutting a path through the dense vegetation, it's only a bit further he tells himself, though in truth the young adventurer is hopelessly lost. It isn't helping that he suspects it's nearing sundown, though between the intense, humid heat, and the dim light that filters through the canopy he can't really tell, either way, it might be wise to find a place to set up camp and take a rest for now he figures, last thing he wants to do is exhaust himself should one of the jungle's beasts take note of him
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock takes note of him, a silent presence stalking him through the brush. Silent, murderous, depraved, psychotic, and most of all, impossibly virile. The first thing the boy notices is the thick, alluring scent, heady and musky, a trail wafting into his nose from nearby, where the cat has left a tiny splatter of absurdly potent precum on the side of a tree…
Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson at first he pays it no mind, just another strange smell filling the humid air, but as the fresh, cloying scent continues to linger in the air, the young explorer finds it weighing on his curiosity more and more, as if it's demanding to be noticed, a desire to know just what the source is worming it's way into his mind, demanding his attention.
"Some manner of flora?" he wonders aloud to himself as he, rather foolishly, steps away from the path he's created, following his nose to the tree in question, only to be left somewhat perplexed when he finds the small splotch, "Some…. sort of sap maybe?"
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock has already scampered up the tree by the time Alard comes over. The foolish boy doesn't even have a chance. She waits for him to pause in front of the tree, her absurd cock and massive, watermelon-shaming balls gurglign and throbbing and giving him a fat whiff of hyper catcock from above, then..
WHOMPF. Rizwa SLAMS into his head, nuts first, the titanic, dense jizznukes smothering Alard's face and forcing him to the ground under her weight as the triumphant kitty rides him down…!
Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson his attention wholly focused on the splatter, the boy is caught totally off guard as he suddenly gets coldcocked by a big, brown, heavy sack, the blow enough to knock him senseless for a moment, unable to mount even a token defense as he falls. The shock of his body hitting the jungle floor is enough for his senses to return to him, though not before the impact knocks the wind out of him, and with this strange, musky weight now settling on his face and chest, every gasp is a monumental struggle as he flails about, trying to shove it off of him
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock 's overwhelming nuts smother his face and his lungs completely, sloshing and gurgling above him. The cat purrs, triumph on her face as she pushes her weight into him. She doesn't even bother using her hands, she just relies on the sheer heft of her virility grinding into his skull and clinging to his lips and nose and lungs. It's like a very naughty and very aggressive tree aggressively smothering him…!
Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson 's panic grows as he wriggles and writhes, his ineffectual blows sinking into the dense, pliant sack as it grinds down onto him, each moment seeming bring more and more suffocating weight pinning him down. 'Am I… being attacked by some sort of predatory tree?' he wonders, unable to think of anything else with the sheer girth of this monster, but the mass above him is too flesh for it to be that, and for now, the air is growing too thin for him to contemplate such things, instead he focuses on survival, fighting for his life, beating at and shoving the massive mass.
….Yet, despite all his effort, the best the boy can accomplish is leaving his assailant feeling like he's groping and kneading those hefty brown balls even as he struggles to take in air, only to find what few small gasps he manages to win too laced with the rich musk to be of any use, slowly the boy's vision starts to darken, and his struggles start to weaken, it isn't over yet though he tells himself, even if he has no idea how he'd get out of this
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock only seems to get heavier the more he struggles. As the purring catgirl feels him worship struggle against her massive sack, the gurgling monstrosity swells with more and more seed. Sizzling cum spills from her titanic cock, a tree trunk indeed that happens to be hot and fleshy and throbbing. The more he turns her on, the harder it is to escape, each blow just making the weight above him heavier and the musk thicker, driving out oxygen from his brain… He might realize that this is an immense set of nuts, but what could possibly have such a massive package to casually smother him to death like this?! It has to be something huge, a dragon, a giant, and certainly not a mischievous catgirl goddess who could easily be microscopic if she wanted to while still ruining him with a twenty foot cock~
Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson what few breaths he can manage become harder and harder to take, though still nearly useless as her musk fills the air, the scent of her potent seed adding to it surely doesn't help, leaving him feeling like he's drowning, lost in the depthless ocean of her arousal, and finding just as easy to breath. The only upside, if you can even call it such, though some distant part of him insists it is, is that the pungent scent of her seed does clue him in as to just what he's trapped under, though even as his mind races, burning the last few wisps of oxygen available to him, for the life of him Alard can't figure out why
Surely it's not hunting, no beast hunts this way or so he thinks, plus a beast this massive, this powerful would find him not even a mouthful wouldn't it? Could it be that it doesn't notice him? Being so big that he's practically insignificant compared to it… No, no it can't be that, it's…. enjoying this he realizes
'C-could that be it?' he wonders as his lungs burn and his mind starts to grow dim, 'J-just…. a bit… of pleasure…?'
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock is absolutely doing that, he's right. Snuffing him out with her balls alone, just to get herself off. His life is being wasted on a monstrous beast's masturbating. And she IS masturbating, he can hear her hands working over her length slick with sweat and pre, her ears and tail stilling as she focuses. The sweat runs down her gurgling, sloshing orbs, filling his already drowning lips with humidity that somehow manages to take away even more oxygen…
Her purrs seem almost sadistic. As they should be, since she clearly knows exactly what she's doing~
Alard Droverson
Alard Droverson would shout, would scream, would beg and plead, but he can't even muster up a soft cry anymore, his lungs practically full of her musk, sweat, and seed at this point and his body too weak to even shift slightly under her, unable to do anything at all in his final moments save listen as she enjoys herself at his expense, forced to feel her pleasure grow as his life fades with each throb of her arousal, it's all he can do to whisper a weak "no…." as consciousness slips from him, and the boy knows no more
Big Brown Cat Cock
Big Brown Cat Cock giggles softly, feeling him slip away under her sack… only trillions more versions of him to go! But that is a tale for another time~
