Weird Scenes Inside the Bimbo Room – Volume I

I followed the young man down the hall, as he’d requested. I’d known Derek for a while but never knew he had worked his way up the ladder to working directly under the Beast Lord. It was quite an accomplishment, the little boy from nowhere, now guarding the King. Well, that, and delivering his huge variety of midnight snacks. I guess work is work; we all had our crosses to bear.

Derek was good to look at, especially my view of him from behind. While it’s always nice to lead, this time, I wouldn’t bitch too much about following. I’m tall for a girl, five foot eleven worth of tall. With his long, lean body, Derek had me by a good couple of inches. Could have been more if I was really looking, but I was more concerned with his other attributes. His hair was short, military short, and positively brown, with touches of chrome highlighting the whole effect. If he’d let it grow out, he would probably have curls that any girl would love to run her fingers through. His face still had some growing to do, but right now, it had a beauty that would cause hoards of teenage girls to riot in the streets just to get a glimpse of him – hell, their mothers and grandmothers, too. In the near future, the beauty would harden to handsome, and the entire female race would fall to his charms. God help us all!

Derek stopped outside of a door and knocked twice. He waited. I guess the knocks symbolized some sort of code between young Mr. Gorgeous and the Beast Lord. Boys will be boys.

Knock, Knock.

It is I, Derek, bringing you tonight’s treat. Do you get my drift?

Ah, Yes, I understand. I read you loud and clear.

Hmmmmm. I see that Derek’s eyes are squinting in extreme concentration; there must be some sort of mind link between the Beast Lord and his minion.

Just say the word, and I will bring this young, nubile, big-breasted blonde goddess into your haunt for you to ravish as you will.

So be it, my young friend, bring her in; maybe I’ll save you the spoils.

“Enter!”

A slightly contained roar; the Beast Lord must be horny tonight. Well, good, because I’m ready to rock and roll the Beast Lord into oblivion.

Derek opened the door to what was bemusedly known throughout the keep as “the Slut Hut.” It was mentioned in whispers among the women of the keep as a room of wonder and amazement shared by those who have been invited to revel in its mysteries. Standing beside the Boy Wonder, I stared into the room. Most of the room was taken up by a huge bed, with a canopy resting atop of four massive pillars. In a charming little touch, lacy curtains had been drawn up to the canopy, giving the effect of puffy snow clouds over an expanse of pure white comforter; it was raised four feet off the ground, giving the Beast Lord dominion over his domain. The far wall was glass, frosted so that you could see shadows reflected on it from behind if the light was on. You’d see nothing behind the glass if the lights were out, but then there would probably be nothing to see if the lights were out, anyway. This must be the bathroom, the keeper of the mythical hot tub; I wondered what pleasures awaited me there. And if the lights would be on. Against another wall was a large dresser. In one of its drawers were undoubtedly the stock shifter sweats. Every room in the keep had a dresser with the sweats. Shifters went through many clothes, and sweats were cheap, easy to get on, and easy to get off. I couldn’t think of what else could possibly be in the other drawers as the sweats were covered. Then again, if even a quarter of what was said of Curran’s stamina and drive were true, I figured the other drawers were filled with economy-sized boxes of condoms. There was a small vanity table next to the dresser and a three-panel mirror on the vanity table. We must look our best when the Beast Lord decides to strike. On the wall opposite the bed was a fireplace, and above this fireplace was a flat screen mounted so that it faced the bed. It made me wonder if it was there so we could watch porn to warm up the mood or if we were the porn. I guess it beat mirrors on the ceiling! In front and to the side of the fireplace was a rug, thick and white. On this rug sat an overstuffed sofa. The rug made me think I hoped to see other thick and white things tonight. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be furry, though. In the corner of the room was a small refrigerator, probably stocked with champagne. On top of the fridge was a Bose Wave; I guess they didn’t have Mood Music piped in. A final glance around the room verified of one very important fact. No stripper pole. Well, I guess dancing wasn’t a part of the requirements. Score!

On the couch lounged the Beast Lord himself. He looked majestic, like a King surveying his kingdom. Even sitting on the couch, he gave off a sense of danger, as if the coiled power in his body were just waiting for a chance to prove itself. The corded muscles on his broad back stood out, screaming of strength and power. Looking him in the eyes made me notice his face. He had a strong square jaw and a narrow nose with a misshapen bridge, perhaps broken a few times too many. Too many for even the unique healing power of the shapeshifter to fix. Then again, maybe in his youth, he’d pissed someone off so bad they took a Louisville Slugger to it. And then again, just for good measure. His eyes, alive with hunger, were a beautiful hue of gray.

My body heated up with desire. I didn’t just want him; I wanted him bad!

As if he sensed my desire, Derek stepped away from the door, allowing me to enter the room and what would probably turn out to be my damnation.

Curran stared at me, his gray eyes dancing with golden sparks, missing nothing. I knew what he saw – I saw it in the mirror daily, and I enjoyed showing myself off to Curran. The snug white dress I wore was cut so that it plunged deeply in the front and made no secret of the breasts that were promised by the visible cleavage. And the dress managed to take my hips and make them appear even shapelier than they were, helped by the short hem and the black leather stiletto pumps defining the calves and thighs of my long legs; the bark silk stockings covering my legs and stretched-up to garters holding them up only added to the feast.

He held out his hand, a gesture inviting me to come closer. This is what I had come for; no need to be coy. I walked over to the couch and took his hand. Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned into him until our lips touched. I figured he would want me to show him I was an equal partner in this evening’s entertainment, not a victim. I might as well go for it. I felt his self-control start to fade as I offered a little tongue. He didn’t fight it. In fact, while I worried I was being too forward with the Lord of the Free Beasts, I felt a large hand cupping my breast, rubbing the nub of my nipple through the thin fabric. He kissed me harder and managed to move his hand to my other breast as he did so. My breasts are large, but in his huge hand, they felt positively minuscule. If what they say about the size of a man’s hand in relation to his privates, I was in for one hell of a wild ride.

He pulled me into his lap. I had told him I was a willing participant, not a cowed girl who felt she had to put out for the king. As he pressed his lips to mine, forcing them apart so his tongue could explore the depths of my mouth, I knew that he was now willing to be the aggressor. At this point, I was glad I had thrown caution to the wind.

At the onslaught of his emotion, I positioned myself more solidly in his lap, my short skirt pressing itself up over my hips. Through the material of his sweats, I could feel his manhood pushing against that little triangle of heat that drove men crazy. I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I growled contentedly and kissed him deeper.

As hunger overtook Curran, he grabbed my dress and ripped it away from my body. As tight as the dress was, there was no way I could have worn a bra or panties under it without the lines being seen. Score one for me; losing a dress was one thing, but having a decent set of lingerie ripped off and discarded was a depressing thought, no matter how badly I wanted my big night to come to fruition. Of course, what’s a pair of panties compared to being ravaged by the Beast Lord.

With a snarl, Curran flipped us around so that I was now on the couch, my ass hanging over the edge of the cushions. He stared at me appreciatively, taking in the view. He must have liked what he saw because I saw little golden swirls dance through his eyes. Slowly, with a small grin, he spread my legs apart as wide as they would go, bringing my knees up towards my chest, allowing a little more separation of them without the pain.

“What’s this?” he asked with faint surprise, staring at my sex. ” A little shaved kitty for the King of Beasts!”

“Meow.” was all I managed to come up with in response to his comment. Nice. I felt like a moron.

“Let’s see if the little kitty is ready to be buffed!” He laughed shakily, obviously barely in control of himself, as the beast screamed for action.

With my feet now trapped in each of Curran’s big hands, he slowly licked his way from my left kneecap, down along the inside of my thigh, and then along the lips of my sex. He repeated the motion on my other leg, starting at the kneecap, down the thigh, and along the lips. His tongue was rough, almost like a cat’s, making the whole process more sensual. I was writhing with pleasure as he continued slathering me with his thick tongue. Then, in a quick motion, his hips were pressed against mine again, and his mouth was at my breasts. Releasing my feet, he grabbed both breasts firmly with his hands wrapped around them so that only the nipples were left exposed. These he took in his mouth, sucking them, catching the nubs between his teeth and gently pulling on them, stretching them away from the aureolas. The pain as he bit the nipples was exquisite, and I moaned unabashedly. The pleasure swarmed over me, seeming to run through my veins and make my pussy a pulsating patch of wetness.

After what seemed to be an eternity, he slowly slid his way down my body until his mouth was back between my legs, working intently on my womanhood. He licked and bit at my clit, driving me into a fury I couldn’t contain. I screamed in release as an orgasm ripped through me, wetness running down my butt cheeks. I guess we could write this couch off – he’s never going to get the cum stains out of it.

When I’d managed to regain some of my senses, I pulled myself up to a sitting position. “Stand up!” I barked at the Beast Lord. “It’s time for me to torture you for a while!”

Surprisingly, Curran jumped up at my command, his cock straining the material of the pack’s sweats. I didn’t waste any time relieving him of them – after all, what’s goose is good for the gander. As I yanked the sweats down, I came face to head with a hunk of manhood that I had only imagined in my dreams to be possible in reality. His shaft was as long as my arm from elbow to wrist, and it was so big around I knew I would have to use two hands to get completely around it. My first thought was, “Wow!” My second thought was, “Wow! How in the hell does he think he can get that thing in me?” For the first time in the evening, I began having second thoughts about coming over.

Oh well, no pain, no gain! I grabbed his cock in my hand, and, starting at his balls, I ran the flat of my tongue all the way up the shaft, paying special attention to the very tip when I got to the head. I carefully licked off the pre-cum that was leaking from the hole, savoring the taste of it. A little treat, and I hadn’t even started working on him yet. After a few more licks of his shaft, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of him as possible. I loved to suck cocks, and considered myself top-end in that department, but Curran was too big. As hard as I tried, I could barely get the head of his cock into my mouth, and when I’d managed that, I found I  couldn’t even get a quarter of his length down my throat. Still, judging from the grunts and groans I heard from the Beast Lord, I figured quality was better than quantity. I worked him with my mouth and both hands sliding up and down his shaft until he found his small death, his seed spilling into my mouth and, due to the quantity of cum pouring out of his cock, the leftover spilled out of my mouth and down the front of me.

Once again, the Beast Lord grabbed me, this time tossing me clear across the room in an easy toss and onto the massive bed. I had barely landed before Curran was on the bed beside me. He had me on my back so quickly that I didn’t have time to stop the little “Eek” that escaped me. Oh well, I’m sure there would be more coming out of my mouth than that in a little bit. As he spread my legs open and worked between them, I stared into his beautiful eyes.

His beautiful golden eyes stared back at me, the lust plainly evident in them, the desire in him screaming for my body.

Beautiful golden eyes…

“Holy Shit!” I screamed. I looked at him and noticed that now not only were his gray eyes now gold but there was a slight flattening of his nose. His ears seemed to be changing, molding right before my eyes.

“Holy Shit” I screamed again. “Hey, you’re not going furry on me, are you?”

Obviously, Curran was so worked up that there was no response he could make. He was on his knees above me, his manhood burning like the sword of the Angel of Death. If anything, his desire had made his cock even larger than it was before. With a shove, I surprised him enough to work out from under him and off the bed.

“Well,” I manage to get out between gasps. “It’s been a wild night, but I’m not into you going bestial on my ass! Call me when you have things under control – I’d love to finish this dance!”

I backed up towards the door, not even worried about being stark-assed naked. Nudity among shifters isn’t even given a second thought. No, my thought was to give Curran time to get himself back under control. When the Beast Lord took me, he would be a whole man.

To be continued…