Quintapeds are, without a doubt, some of the most dangerous magical creatures out there.
They come from the Isle of Drear, and there’s a myth that they used to be members of an Irish family who were transformed into these five armed creatures. I don’t know if any of that’s true, it’s very tragic if it is, but it doesn’t stop wizards trying to transfigure them back or something.
We’ve got one here at the reserve, who is a little more friendly then the others. Mostly because we helped fix his arm. We still have to be careful, he could still be aggressive, but I’ve been visiting him quite frequently and he’s never harmed me.
Well, except my accident. He does like to be a little rough during my visits.
Oh, sorry, I suppose I should quickly explain before we get started.
Just let me get this shoe off…oof, there.
So, um…small confession…which I should tear up after you’ve written this down…I may be in a sort of relationship with this Quintaped.
It’s nothing weird, it’s just sex.
Okay, that still sounds weird, huh.
Honestly, I don’t even remember how it started, but I come over once a month to check on him and we…we hook up, I suppose.
I could say I’m ashamed and it’s wrong but…honestly, I love it. It’s so different and wild, and the way he uses his big tongue to lick all over my skin and my toes and back…and the hands! Oh my god, so many hands!
Did you know Quintapeds are intelligent enough to learn? I’ve been teaching him all the best ways to get me aroused and how I like to be fingered, though his fingers as as big as cocks anyway. They always stretch me out, especially my ass.
It hurts sometimes. I’m trying to teach him to be gentle, but I think he prefers to use my like I’m a toy. At least he’s stopped giving me bruises when he fucks me.
Speaking of which, where is he? I’m standing at this mill naked for five minutes now. He should be around here.
Oh, there you are! Hello. Aw, I missed you too.
He he, you want to get right to it huh?
Oh, okay, just let me sit down…hm, you like my toes, don’t you.
I think he has a fetish. We always start with him sucking on my feet before he…whoa! Yup, picks me up in his hands. Okay, now he’s spreading my legs…ow, not too wide! That’s better. Oh, yes, rub those fingers against my pussy. Mm, lower…fuck! Yes! Shove it in deep! Oh, fuck me!
Moan…
Should probably tell the quill to stop now. Things usually get vocal when we…
OH GOD! YES! FUCK!
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