Farquaad's First Time

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Farquaad's POV
I couldn't believe Shrek just lifted me up by yanking my neck from behind, led me to his room, and threw me onto the bed with such force. Trembling against the headboard, I had no idea what was coming next. And why is he locking the door with a lenny face? That's when he naruto sprints onto the mattress, spreads my legs apart, wraps himself around my waist, and unleashes his member. A light shade of green that fades darker to the tip. It's glorious, gigantic, godly, slimy, oozing, and two feet long! There are so many thoughts flowing through my mind, but what will he do to me if I take the onion out to speak? He then pulls it out of my mouth. "It's so green!" I manage to murmur before he quickly replaces the onion by plunging his genital into my mouth.

My jaw grows three sizes and my pupils seem to flee from the expanding whites of my eyes. I've reddened so that my cheeks are tomatoes 🍅🍅. The soreness hardens as he bulges deeper into my chops. I'm panting and wailing like crazy, but he doesn't seem to mind, as he's only concentrated on mouth fucking me. I tilt my head back while he waltzes to a fast-track rhythm, in & out, in & out, over and over again, I clutch onto his pleasure pump. This results in a raging groan. "Mmmmm..mmmMMM". He stands us up, pins my hands above my head against the headboard, and heavily thrusts into my piehole. It feels amazing. I swirl my tongue around his onion flavored peepee as the intensity throbs. He loudly grunts at me but proceeds to grind.

My beloved pet Harold is hard as steel and beginning to rise. It springs right up just as Shrek drowns me in his sweet onion liquids. My tongue swims through the cock snot and I can certainly taste the onion blend. I slurp it all up in one flavorful gulp. Making sure to smack my lips in pleasure. A green mess of daddy sauce stains my mouth. Shrek pulls out and eats the ball barf off my skin. His delicate nibbles around my mouth cause me to cry out his name wildly.

SHREK'S POV
"Shh, shhh...daddy's here..." I confess quietly in his ear with my shrexy Scottish accent. Then I throw him onto the ground with fricking John Cena's strength. I can hear his rib cage crack, thus I leap onto his body and flip him over like a patty on thy grill so he's face down.

I hurriedly rip his velvet trunks off and slap his ass cheek. It jiggles and reddens into a rosy crimson as a shivering sob escapes his lips. I'm now in the horse riding position on his round bottom. He lies there helplessly. I grasp ahold of my mighty cucumber and slowly brush the tip against his crack. Scaling around in various zig-zag's, teasing him. Small wails breaking out of his mouth. "Mmmmm... Shrek, tear into me!" he finally snaps in his posh English accent.

And with that, I align my sex pistol into the hole and aim... FIRE!! I don't waste a second before allowing my rifling machine gun to take over me. Striking in & out at the speed of light. Tilting my head back in the exhaust and living only for the sexy battle cries of Farquaad. My lusty groans hovering over him. Increasing the depth and pressure with every assault. Shooting away as the troops fall to defeat. His weak body trembling as I overpower him. I can feel his heat cast over me. Farquaad is a moaning mess too. "Mmmmmph, ughhhhhhhh!!" he cries out deafening my ears yet turning me on.

"Mmmmm...mmmMMM!" I grunt aloud in response to his sounds. Our moans battling for dominance, mine obviously winning. His cold, pale torso struggling to withstand my wrath. By now, we're both a sweat storm. With all of the passionate noise we're making, I sense something magical about to happen.

Farquaad begins to pant rapidly and I subconsciously follow along, but with lower warmer sighs. Still pounding into him with fierce. My heart is running a marathon. We're breathing hastily as Farquaad moans "Oh God! Sh-Shrek, I'm gonna c-". I interrupt him, knowing exactly what's coming up. "Mmmmm.... me too, my onion baby.." I clutch tightly onto his wet silky hair and comb through it roughly which tugs his neck back as we both climax. My special onion juice overflowing his swamp. His plain human glue sticking to my velvet rug.

Fuck. I'm gonna kill him. But before I can, he flips onto his back to face me. He then pops the question. "Shrek! I love your onion balls, your shrexy Scottish accent, your masculine beast in the bed, your velvet rug, and most of all your hot furry donkey. Will he marry me?"

"Oh yeah, and the three of us can have playdates." I reply softly with a sly grin.

"So there will be a part two with Donkey, and you and I?" he asks eagerly motioning towards the audience.

"Oh yes, babe. There will be chains, whips, and maybe even my erotic young lads." I reply with a wink.

"Oh, Shreky! I want that soooooo bad and I've been such a naughty boy. Punish me!" he practically flings himself onto my hog.

"Let's resist the temptation until marriage." I remind him gloomily.

See you at the honeymoon!