Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Making My Mark! (◆◆)

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With leaf-green skin, rose-red eyes, and a fiery red mane of luscious hair crowned in a princess braid that circled her scalp and hung down her back, the wood elf that lay on the cot before me was a thing of superior beauty.

We'd brought her in to see Etherea, the lorekeeper and founder of Tater Town. The wood elf wasn’t wearing clothes in any real sense of the word. Her entire figure was laid bare for me as she lay there on the soft woolen sheet, her weak eyes looking up at mine. The only thing granting her a modicum of modesty were three strategically placed orange maple leaves that obscured her nipples and mound.

“What happened to you, Ivy?” cooed Etherea’s soothing voice, somehow as matronly as it was useful. “Speak up, love. A hero is here.”

“My home was destroyed,” she murmured, her voice soft and fragile as she shook like a feather in a gale. “A basilisk came into my woods and scattered us.”

“Who’s us?” I asked, trying to match her volume so as not to startle her.

“My friends—A grove nymph named Lavender and a dryad we called Tamaria. We got separated, running off in different directions,” she sobbed a bit, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t know what happened to them.”

“Can you tell me how to find your home without having to bring me there yourself?”

She blinked up at me, her eyes still heavy with the mist of fresh tears. “Yes, I think so. Would you really help us?”

I laughed softly, and I decided to take a risk to reassure her. I placed my hand on hers and said, “Of course I’d do that. I’ll take your home back for you. All I have to do is kill this basilisk, right?”

“Well, yes,” she said, “But it’s dangerous.”

“He’s an Apex Hero,” May Belle pointed out. “Why worry so much?”

“I’ve met heroes before. Plenty of them over the years. Most are cowards and exploiters.”

Autumn grinned. “He’s neither of those things.”

A weak smile formed on the lips of the wood elf. Her little hand reached up to touch my face. I let her.

“Thank you for being willing to help, but there’s no point. I have no idea where my friends are, and by now my home is corrupted enough that I cannot return for a time. There is no hurry, hero.”

I shook my head. “All the same, I’d like to help you.”

“Let him do his job, Ivy,” Etherea said, sensuously running her fingers through the wood elf’s crimson hair.

But the other elf refused. “Perhaps someday, but not now. Not soon. I will settle here for a time. I’d like to recover for at least a few days before deciding more, if that’s alright.”

I smiled. “Of course you can rest, Ivy.”

“As it so happens, our hero, Bucky, is in the process of opening a sanctuary meant mostly for monster girls, though surely he wouldn’t mind housing a nubile little wood elf, would he?” Etherea eyed me with impure intent.

Ivy suddenly looked very curious. “Is that true? Bucky, that’s your name?”

“It is,” I nodded. “And you’d be welcome to stay, but it’s not much, yet. The inn may be more comfortable for you.”

She just shook her head, though. “No, it’s alright. I’d love to stay with you. It will be easier to bestow the Elfmaid’s Favor on you for any questing you do to defend Tater Town or help my home one day.”

I squinted, trying to understand the meaning of that. Was it some kind of euphemism? “Sorry, I’m not familiar.”

“Oh,” she giggled. It was a low giggle, slightly lower than her sweet speaking voice. “Elven women, like most other women in Lusteria, have a unique gift they can bestow upon others. For us elves, it’s called the Elfmaid’s Favor.”

“It stacks,” Etherea said with a wink. “Up to three elven women can bestow a buff on a single man.”

My eyes widened with understanding when they said the word 'buff'. “Ah, so it’s like a stat boost?”

“Precisely. It adds one to an attribute of your choosing for up to three days,” Ivy explained, finally finding the strength to sit up a bit. I swallowed hard as I watched her perky tits jiggle as she adjusted herself. If she noticed my gawking, she kindly chose not to acknowledge it.

“Well, I had plenty of milk throughout the day, so I’m full, but I know May Belle was hungry. Would you girls mind having dinner in town while I prep the cabin for our guest?” I suggested.

“No problem!” May Belle said, leaning over and pecking me on the check. “We’ll find you after we eat.”

Daisy stood up in unison with me. I looked at her quizzically. “I’m coming with you,” she said. “I’m not hungry.”

May Belle and Autumn shared confused and concerned looks. “Daisy, don’t be ridiculous. You haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, crossing her arms in agitation. Just a bit of milk leaked through her raggedy top as her elbows mashed her breasts together. Just then, her stomach growled rather audibly. “I’m… dieting.”

“No, don't do that,” I said anxiously. I couldn’t bear the thought of her losing an ounce of that magnificent breast tissue.

She beamed up at me. “Are you worried about me, Bucky?”

“Of course,” I said, guiltily swallowing my original intent, quickly convincing myself that I had a purer and more health-focused motivation behind my protest.

“I’ll have a snack later,” she protested further, puffing out her cheeks. “I want to help you prepare the cabin for Ivy.”

Autumn eyed her with a suspicious grin. “Alright. Yes. You do that. Take your time. We’ll be back later, Daisy.”

“And we’ll make lots of noise as we approach,” Etherea grinned.

I hadn’t been paying much attention, so whatever they were insinuating went over my head as I started to consider what needed to be done to prepare for Ivy’s arrival.

Daisy and I headed back to the cabin with some supplies and provisions gifted to us by Etherea. We swept up the floor, set a fire in the fireplace, and lay down five wool blankets on the earthen floor of our home. I improvised a quick table in the middle of the room by rolling a large, flat-faced boulder into the cabin that did the job nicely.

My little holstaur was surprisingly warm and helpful the whole time, though listening to her stomach growling got a bit grating at times.

“You did such a good job, Bucky,” she huffed, surveying the room. It wasn’t much at all, really, but it did manage to pull off feeling like a simple home.

“Thanks,” I said cautiously. “You’ve been weirdly nice today.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, batting her eyelashes cutely.

“I mean usually you seem to be, you know, not my biggest fan.”

She blushed and pouted. “Geez, why do you have to put me on the spot like this all the time.”

I laughed. “Just say what you want. No judgment. I'm here for you no matter what.”

She looked down at the ground, her cheeks so red that they reminded me of the wood elf’s hair. Slowly she raised her head to look in my eyes—until she lost all courage and stared at the ground again. She did this a few more times before she finally said, “Well, to be honest, I was hoping you’d mark me.”

There was that word again. “What exactly is that?” I asked, sitting down on the earthen floor and leaning against the table. Daisy joined me there and got even more bashful, if that was possible.

“Well, marking is when a breeder, or really a human man of any kind, makes a monster girl his—permanently.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. I heard a bit about that from that Mercer guy.” I grinned, my eyes falling to her chest. She was a bit annoying at times, but she was cute and sweet, and with that insane body she had, I’d be the luckiest man alive to be able to mark her, whatever that entailed.

“So… do you want to do it with me?” she asked, her voice shaky and excited.

“Sure, how do I mark you?”

She grinned and took my hands. At this stage I thought it might be a simple stat screen thing, like when the old breeder trained me in Endurance 1. My world was rocked at the reveal. “You have to cum in all of my holes in one go.”

My eyes were suddenly in danger of rolling out of my head. My eyelids opened so wide that I could feel my eyeballs drying out in real-time as her awe-inspiring words shook me to my core. Instantly Mini-Bucky sprang to full attention, threatening to rip my already damaged uniform slacks. It was like an iron rod was pressing against the crotch of my pants, trying to escape, filled with blazing purpose.

“Cum in all your holes?” I repeated, more to just hear the blessed words again than anything else.

She nodded, still blushing, but trying hard to keep eye contact. Pointing to each spot as she said it, “Filling up my ass, my pussy, and my mouth.” She licked her lips at the last word.

Suddenly a question hit me like a hard sack of reality-filled bricks. “What about May Belle? Will she be pissed if I mark you before her?”

“She doesn’t have to know if we’re quick. You can mark her later, tomorrow maybe, and we can just tell her another time.”

“Ohh,” I groaned. “I don’t know. Maybe this is a conversation we should all have together.”

“Believe me,” she giggled. “I know my sister. If I didn’t do this first, she would have pulled the same thing on you the first chance she got, and she would be way more aggressive about it.”

I thought back to our first night at the fireplace, when Autumn found me sucking on May Belle’s cream-filled teats. She was right. May Belle wouldn’t likely care all that much. She even happily tried to pimp me out to Etherea.

“If anything, she may be proud of me for taking initiative for once,” she grinned.

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I smiled back, my hand naturally falling onto her smooth leg. “Is there… a specific order?”

“No,” she said, blushing again. “But… just do my ass after my mouth, okay? I don’t mind the idea of tasting my pussy juice on your cock, but…”

“No need to explain further,” I chuckled as I tugged her top down, displaying her heavy breasts for my visual enjoyment. She gasped suddenly and turned her head away with a soft moan, curling her lip outward in a pout as her cheeks reached new levels of crimson. “Geez,” she moaned. “A little warning next time, you perv.”

I reached around her, clutching her heavenly ass, and pulled her onto my lap. She yipped with delight as she found herself straddling me, and her tongue sought my lips at once. I returned the kiss, pulling her in even tighter. Her breasts mashed into my chest as she leaned forward, our tongues wrestling playfully. I smelled just a hint of her milky cream as it dampened my pecs and its heavenly scent found its way into my nostrils. That could wait for later. I had a job to do, first.

Her hands slid down my torso, cupping my bulging biceps. They squeezed tightly, and I felt a jolt of something like electricity shoot through my entire body as the anticipation became palpable. I pulled away from her mouth, looking up at her face.

“Oh, Bucky,” she sighed, her hot breath on my lips. “I love how your muscles feel.”

“And I love just about everything about you,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” she said, her big golden brown eyes sparkling.

“Fuck yeah.” I took her by the waist and lifted her off of my lap. She squealed with delight as I stood up and held her aloft. “Now, let’s get to work.”

I guided her body onto the table where I set her down. She leaned back as I opened her legs, admiring the sight of her creamy white thighs. Her tail flicked and ears flopped excitedly as I knelt between her legs, my hands resting atop her knees. I lifted up her tattered skirt, exposing her hairless slit.

“Spread ‘em wider,” I ordered.

She complied, lifting her hips to allow me access to her most sacred place, and opening her legs as wide as she could. I looked down at her moist pink folds, glistening for me with plenty of signs of her arousal. Her juices were flowing, soaking her inner labia already.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Daisy,” I promised.

“Okay, Bucky,” she replied, her voice trembling. “But you don't need to worry about making me feel good. Just make me yours.”

I was going to have it both ways. I moved my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them gently. My thumbs dragged across her nipples, which grew stiff in response. She arched her back, pushing her chest out toward me, begging me with her body to continue. I traced circles around each nipple, admiring them as they hardened and swelled, going erect and tempting me to taste them, but that was not the mission tonight.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured. Her teats leaked a bit of milk as I continued to fondle them. I let the warm cream wash over my hands. My only focus now was making her feel good—so good she would never think about giving me sass again. I wanted Daisy to be as loyal and loving as May Belle, and for the first time I saw that potential in her. I would tame her with pleasure.

“Mmm,” she moaned, wiggling her butt against the table as I lowered my lips onto her sopping sex.

I slid my tongue along her outer lips, parting them and feeling her warmth flow into my mouth. The wetness was incredible, and I eagerly lapped at her sweet nectar. She tasted like heaven, and I couldn’t help but moan with ecstasy as I savored her natural flavor.

I sucked on her clit next, teasing it, then flicked my tongue over it. Her hips jerked upward, her back arching as she gasped and moaned with desperation in her shrill, squeaky voice. I kept lapping her up, driving her crazy until she finally relaxed, breathing heavily as her juices flowed as freely as milk and honey in the Promised Land.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “That was amazing.”

“We're just getting started,” I said, standing up and pulling my rock hard cock free of my pants. I angled my tip against her pussy lips. She nervously bit on her hand as she anticipated the feeling. The look on her face was exquisite, like longing and agony birthed a beautiful child.

“Be careful,” she said. “It's my first time.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “Trust me, you'll love this.”

Slowly, easily, and lovingly, I buried myself inside her, feeling her tight walls wrap around my cock, covering me with her nectar. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I filled her completely, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her arms went limp, and her legs fell open wide, offering her pussy up for me to use however I pleased.

“Ahhh,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her face winced. “Something broke.”

“That's normal for your first time,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her lips once before I began to move, slowly at first, building up speed as I felt her legs wrap around me. She was so incredibly tight, and every stroke sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my entire body. And hers, by the sound of it.

I smiled as I reached under her, grabbing one of her breasts and pinching her sensitive nipple, teasing out a dribble of her aromatic cream which I lapped up happily. She squirmed beneath me, her pussy clenching around my shaft to the beat of a silent drum. I slid my thumb over her swollen clitoris, causing her to cry out and grab my shoulders tighter as I had my way with her pussy.

“Relax, Daisy,” I cooed. “Just relax.”

Her nails dug into my skin, but I didn’t mind. It was almost painful, but I knew that pain would soon turn to pleasure. As I thrust into her, she pushed back, meeting me halfway. Our bodies slammed together, and we both cried out in unison. Daisy's furry legs tightened around me even more, her pussy clenching against my thrusts, milking my cock like I longed to milk her tits again. We were so close to orgasm, yet still I forced myself to keep going, to go faster, harder. Finally, the moment of our first climax had come, and I held nothing back.

Daisy screamed, crying out in delight as I poured all of my pent-up frustration into her. Her cries became muffled as I fucked her relentlessly, not stopping until I heard her last breath leave her lungs. I practically saw the hostility she used to harbor for me vanishing before my eyes entirely. The tsundere holstaur was well on her way to being mine.

My own body shook violently with its completion, and I could barely stand as I collapsed beside her. My muscles ached from the effort, and my heart pounded painfully in my chest as I filled the holstaur's cunt up with seed. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I pulled out, collapsing beside her, gasping for air. Daisy, meanwhile, looked at me in shock, her eyes wide as she stared down at me and then at her own pussy.

“Holy shit, Bucky,” she breathed. “I can't believe how much cum you just put in my pussy.”

“I've still got two more holes to go,” I chuckled, admiring the view as my seed spilled out of her gorgeous slit.

“My mouth next,” she said, sitting up and guiding me onto the table beside her. “It's time for me to suck your cock, honey.”

“You don't need to tell me twice,” I replied, grinning eagerly, my shaft already hardening again.

She crawled between my legs, straddling my lap as she pulled off my shirt and pants completely. Her eyes found my pecs, which were coated with sweat, and she took a second to admire them. I basked in the sight and the feeling of her running her hands over them. She traced her fingers across my skin, admiring my muscular definition, biting her lip the whole time.

But before I could make a quip, she scooted back and sank to the ground. She looked up at me with eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she lowered her head, engulfing my rigid cock in her warm, wet mouth, keeping eye contact the whole time. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt her hot tongue swirl around my tip.

I grabbed her hair and shoved my hips upward, forcing her head down farther. I watched as her lips stretched wide, taking in my cock without protest. Her eyes opened and teared up as she sucked me deep, moaning around me as she hollowed out her cheeks, giving that extra bit of suction that made all the difference. She wanted more, and I obliged her by fucking her throat just as hard as I knew she could handle.

My balls ached with desire as I humped her face, loving the feel of her soft, smooth cheeks squeezing my hardness. But it wasn’t enough for her. Daisy needed more. So did I.Her tongue swirled around my glans again, this time licking from base to tip in a single long stroke. It was so damn erotic.

"Oh God," I gasped. "Daisy... you don't know how good that feels."

She just moaned, her lips buzzing against my shaft. The sensation was breathtaking, offering more unmistakable love than the head Autumn had given me. That blowjob was driven by passion, sure, but it was objective-focused. Daisy's was driven by a clear and transparent need.

My hands moved on their own accord, clutching her golden-brown ponytail tightly while I fucked her face harder. She came up for air once or twice, but otherwise kept sucking like an eager lover.

“Are you almost there, honey?” she asked as I started to tense up, lifting her head for a breath.

Fuck. I loved when she called me honey. Hearing her sweet voice saying that, yes, I was almost there. I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her back onto my cock and grunted to let her know just how close I was.

“Good, because I'm ready to taste your cum,” she said, muffled against my dick, accepting it back between her greedy lips.

I groaned loudly as I felt her mouth stretch wide to accommodate my shaft again. Her tongue massaged my length, teasing it, then lapped at my glans. She wasn't a pro, but there was genuine affection and care there, a feverish desire to please me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Her efforts had to be rewarded.

“Fuck!” I cried out as I shot rope after rope of my seed into her waiting mouth. Her cheeks bulged outward as she swallowed every drop of my cum, but she didn't stop pumping her neck and sliding her lips along my immensity. She closed tight around my cock, savoring the flavor of my ejaculate, her eyelashes fluttering up at me as she drained me to the last drop.

“One hole to go, right?” With a grunt, I lifted her body up and flipped her onto her stomach. I spread her asscheeks apart, exposing her tender pink anus to my hungry eyes. Reaching underneath her, I grasped her slender waist, lifting her up just enough to shove my well-lubricated member inside her hole.

“Oh God, Bucky, yes! Do it. Fuck my ass!” she moaned. “I'm yours forever, you just have to fill my ass with your cum!”

I rammed my dick into her tight passage, melting against the sensation of her sphincter flexing against me. Her ass felt incredible, and I savored the privilege of exploring each virgin orifice. With every thrust, her butt clenched tightly around me, making me groan like a hound.

Daisy, for her part, moaned with a whining sound that called to mind a feral cat, screaming as I buried myself deep inside her. I leaned forward and kissed her back, but found myself almost collapsing on top of her. As I continued to fuck her pucker, I began to move my hands up to her breasts, fondling them as I pumped away at her ass. Milk streamed liberally from her heavy sloshing titties.

“That feels so good, Bucky,” she gasped, her voice wet with arousal. “So fucking good. Just keep doing what you're doing.”

Her words sent me over the edge once more, and before I could do much more, I began exploding into her bowels.

“Fuuuuck!” I shouted as I started to empty the final delivery of cum deep within her rectum. Daisy yelped in surprise as I filled her ass to the brim, her body shaking and vibrating from her own eruption of pleasure.

Just as that started to happen, our simple sliding door opened up, with rays of the setting sun spilling into the room. Silhouetted at the doorframe was the buxom figure of a certain other holstaur maiden.

“Daisy!” came May Belle's voice, clearly shocked.

Mortified, I could do nothing but make the most awkward eye contact of my life as I unloaded shot after shot of jizz in Daisy's ass as Autumn, Etherea, May Belle, and even Ivy quickly became captive spectators.

“I got to him first!” Daisy said, squealing with greedy pleasure as her body suddenly lit up, literally, and white light poured out of her eyes, illuminating the entire room. "I've been marked!"

Autumn jumped up and down, clapping happily. “He marked her! My hero marked a holstaur! Daisy, you magnificent girl!”

To my surprise, May Belle's face went from shock to something like sisterly pride. “I didn't know you had it in you, Daisy,” she giggled.

I pulled out and collapsed on the floor when my last drop of cum was spent. No regrets. At least this saved us an awkward conversation later on.

“So,” I panted, my chest heaving up and down as I caught my breath. “How was dinner?”

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