My first Story request!
This is my first story request. It's a new topic for me, and I hope I please you guys! Please excuse any mistakes, as I might have missed something on my second read through.
Wind blew over the hills, carrying with them the gentle scent of farmland. Cow manure, cut grass, hay, a myriad of homely aromas swirling around bill. His legs were curled up against his chest, hands wrapped about the knees. Running water trickled in his ears, birds singing happily in the trees. All was well, bill looked out to the horizon with a smile plastered across devilishly handsome features. Heavy footsteps assaulted Rafael's ears, out of place in his favorite wilderness nook.
"Master, there's trouble. Come with me, quickly quickly!"
"What? What's happening?" Rafael said, turning quickly and standing up.
"It's your father. He's fallen ill, master. Quickly, we must get back to the estate!" Rafael ran after the security officer, breaking through the treeline at a steady trot.
"It can't be, he was healthy as an Ox!" Rafael breathed out, panting from the sudden physical exertion.
"I think there's been some foul-play. Get in the Jeep, we're running out of time!" Bill said, leaping over the passenger seat and slamming down into the passenger seat of the black Wrangler. Rafael followed suit, his feet barely touching the rubber floor mat before the machine peeled out in a 180 degree turn, racing off down the bumpy dirt road. Oldies rock poured from the cheap speakers, wind throwing Rafael's hair into an untidy clump, perched atop his skull. Cresting a mighty hill, Rafael could see the estate at last. Cars surrounded it like the quills of a porcupine, the Jeep soon accompanying them. "He's in his room, go boy!" Rafael took no urging, his leather shoes carrying him through the gaping doors and up the marble stairs at the speed of light. His heart pounded in his ears, blood practically hurting his veins as it coursed through them. His running halted at the doors of the room, half of his body peeking into the silent cavern beyond. His mother waved him in, a tissue clamped over her gaping mouth. Rafael gulped, footsteps eerily loud against the walls. The sunlight had disappeared, Rafael's world thrust into darkness in an instant. He walked over to the bed, where his father lay. His skin clung to his face, wrinkles suddenly pockmarking their surface. Eyes sunken into his skull, Rafael's father took one last sorrow-filled look into Rafael's eyes, before closing them and sinking into the bed. It was clear, Rafael's father was dead. His eyes burned, vision swimming as tears welled to the surface.
"About damn time," Came a voice from the other side of the room, Rafael looking up in an instant. It was his complacent step-brother, Phil, arms folded and face twisted into an evil scowl.
"Take. It. Back," Rafael gritted out, hands clenched in fists so tight that his nails drew blood.
"Why don't you make me, pretty boy. Dad's fortune is going to be all mine," He said, eyes slitted. The other people in the room stood back, awed by the insolence of Theodore's step child. Without warning, there was the sound of gunfire, Phil diving to the floor and covering his head as the windows cascaded inward as a glistening sheet of glass. Rafael barely made it to the floor as splinters showered his back, bullets tearing through his mother and aunts where they stood at the foot of the bed.
"Master! Follow me!" Rafael heard, looking up to see nothing more than a pair of dangling breasts. Oddly enough, Rafael knew immediately who it was. Amy, the estate's Rock Imp servant. The breasts jiggled slightly, Rafael scrambling out the door and onto the inside balcony behind her with his face practically inside her pussy. There was no time to dwell on the Imp's blatant nudity, however, as there were similar attacks occurring throughout the expansive house. Amy lead him down the stairs and out the door, where Bill lay. His body was propped up against the running board of the Jeep, blood welling out from his mouth in great torrents.
"Christ almighty!"
"No stop, only follow!" Amy said, bounding down the gravel driveway on all four legs. Rafael followed her, somehow slipping away from the assassins that were currently sweeping the mansion of all sentient life. Rafael knew what to do, he had family in the West so there he would go.
"Amy, come with me. I've got a plan!" Rafael said, beckoning to the blue-haired being before skidding down the ditch towards the surrounding woods. She followed eagerly, large tongue dangling over her lower jaw as she panted along behind him. "We have to put as much distance between us and that place as we possibly can before they realize I'm not there.
"Amy too?" She asked, cocking her head to look up at him.
"Yes, Amy. You're with me now. Keep up, we've got a long day ahead of us," Rafael slowed to a brisk walk, lungs screaming out for air. The only sound other than his disjointed footsteps was the padding of Amy's feet on the soft undergrowth of the secluded forest. Every once in a while she would giggle, her rather voluptuous breasts tickled by some fern or other plant that they happened to walk over. Doggedly, Rafael pushed himself onward. It was walk or die, simple as that. Maybe in the days to come he could find a car, but until then the two of them were on foot. Well, paws for Amy's case. Rafael wept inwardly about his father, swearing a flaming revenge upon his adoptive brother. The hours swept by, Rafael's sorrow shifting into a constant, burning rage. Each step was pounded into the earth, feet kicking at the scrub brush and hands frozen as fists. That, too, passed as the hours whittled away. The forest turned to marshlands, marshlands becoming fields. It was startling what a distance they'd covered without stopping. Then, as they neared the twenty-four hour mark on the run, Rafael suddenly keeled over and lay where he fell.
"Master! What matter?" Amy said, straddling the heaving human with her breasts resting atop his sweat-soaked chest.
"Hungry. Need food," Rafael panted out, struggling to keep his eyes from closing.
"Suck breasts, then I go get food," Amy said, her voice thick with concern. Rafael, opened his mouth, using his hands to maneuver the supple breast to his lips, the nipple resting atop their chapped surface. "Go on, no waste time," He opened, lips pursed around the fleshy nub. His tongue convulsed, a small droplet of rich milk spreading over his tongue. He sucked again, this time more of the precious liquid threw itself down the back of his parched throat. He continued to suckle like a babe, mouth soon full of the warm liquid which breathed life into his exhausted frame. "Good, good master. I be back, wait for Amy. Amy get food, Amy cook for master," And with that she pulled her dangling teat from his mouth, some of the delicious milk splattering onto Rafael's face. His stomach purred happily, the shaking gone from his hands. No more than ten minutes later, Amy appeared back at his side, dropping a pile of sticks and logs along with a dead deer. "Amy bring food!" She said, her white teeth shining out as she smiled at him, beaming.
"Very good, Amy. Can you cook for master?" Rafael said, heart warmed for this sweet, motherly figure.
"Amy cook, Amy cook!" She said, bouncing up and down. Rafael's eyes were fixed on those great breasts, just hanging out for all to see. As he waited, she rattled around their impromptu campsite, starting the fire as the light began to die on their day. Soon thereafter, the food was cooked and she brought him a heaping serving of the juicy meat. She sat down next to him, thigh resting against his. "Amy love master," She said suddenly, looking up at him with gleaming red eyes.
"Master love Amy, master love Amy," Rafael said, more to himself than to her. She snuggled up against him, the two eating in silence. Rafael laid down then, drifting into a powerful sleep with Amy spooned up against his front side. His dreams were interrupted, however, in the middle of the night without warning. His eyes sprung open, a comforting heat surrounding his erect penis. Lo and behold, there sat Amy, back on her haunches with her tongue seducing its way up Rafael's throbbing penis.
"Whoah, whoah, what are you doing, Amy?!?" He asked, sitting upright suddenly.
"Amy need master. Amy need bad!" She said, cocking her head to the side and standing up. That was when Rafael saw, her pussy lips were swollen and moistened with sex juices. Sure enough, she had gone into a merciless heat during the night. As Rafael ran it through his mind, there was a sudden farting sound which tore the night in half. Amy squatted, more farting coming before a steady hissing sound emitted from her pussy. There she was, peeing right on the ground in front of him. As if that weren't enough, she let out a sigh of relief, pooping on the ground with great might. She stood once all was finished, panting and staring at Rafael with lust. "Amy want make sex with master. Please master, please?" She said, her tone cutting through Rafael's preconceptions.
"Master want Amy, too. Come on, Amy, old girl. Let's make this good," He said, smiling like a git. She beamed, trotting over to him through the puddle of urine. "Bend over, hon. Put your ass up in the air," He said, the Imp obeying without question. Rafael leaned forward, planting a kiss right on the pucker beneath her raised tail. Rafael stood, and with the speed of a man possessed he removed his clothes and sat back down with his legs spread wide open. "Sit down on my dick, Amy," He said, the sound of that sentence making him laugh at himself. Nevertheless, she sat down. Aiming for her vagina, the two of them missed in the half darkness and he planted his prick right inside her ass. She squealed, an absent hand kneading one of her amazing breasts. She lifted herself up slightly, and then sat down with more force. Her blue-striped body twitched with pleasure and excitement, a godly moan escaping her lips. Rafael leaned forward yet again, her tongue finding its way inside his mouth as the two kissed with her back pressed up against his bare pecks. The two humped this way for several minutes, Rafael pulling out suddenly. "Ass back in the air, baby," He said, the smell of sex lingering in his nostrils. She bent over, all four on the ground, and Rafael aimed his cock into her pussy with the shaky trial of a virgin. He pistoned in and out, in and out, Amy emitting a short moan each time his balls rose to gently slap against her clit. Doggy style proved to be Amy's quick favorite, her first orgasm sending her juices spraying out around the pulsing dick buried deep within her silky depths. Rafael thrust forward viciously one last time, Amy's lighter frame pushed forward by the force as he exploded within her. Rope upon rope of cum drenched her innards, semen rushing into her cervix to seek out the lone egg awaiting them within. There was no doubting it now, she was pregnant and would be soon heavy-laden with foal. Amy passed out with Rafael still inside of her, and he soon fell asleep beside her on the soft moss beneath them.