Shrek slammed Fiona against the muddy wall of the outhouse, his thick green fingers ripping her dress open like it was nothing but wet paper. “You want this ogre cock, don’t you, princess?” he growled, voice low and filthy. His massive shaft sprang free, already leaking, heavy and veined, slapping against her thigh. Fiona moaned, spreading her legs wider, cunt glistening in the moonlight. “Fuck me, you big green bastard. Stretch me open.”
He didn’t wait. One thrust and he buried half his length inside her, the wet slap echoing through the swamp. Fiona’s back arched, nails digging into his mossy shoulders as her pussy clenched around him. “Gods, you’re huge,” she panted. Shrek grinned, tusks flashing, and slammed the rest home until his heavy balls pressed tight against her ass. He fucked her hard, each thrust shoving her up the wall, mud squelching under their feet. Her juices ran down his shaft, mixing with the swamp stink, making every stroke loud and obscene.
“Take it,” he snarled, pounding faster. Fiona’s tits bounced with every impact, nipples hard and begging. She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit while he used her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the night.
“Harder, Shrek—fuck, ruin me.” He grabbed her hips, lifted her clean off the ground, and drove up into her like a beast in rut. Her walls fluttered, then clamped down as she came, squirting around his cock, soaking his thighs.
Shrek didn’t stop. He spun her around, bent her over a rotting log, and shoved back in from behind. Fiona’s face pressed into the damp wood as he railed her, one hand fisting her hair, the other smacking her ass until it glowed red under the green skin. “This pussy’s mine tonight,” he grunted. “Gonna fill it till it leaks.” His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, until he roared and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her, overflowing and dripping down her legs in sticky white trails.
He pulled out only to flip her onto her back in the mud, spreading her thighs wide again. “Not done,” he said, voice rough. His cock, still hard, pushed back inside her cum-slick hole. Fiona whimpered, over-sensitive, but rocked up to meet him. They fucked like animals, slow and grinding now, bodies sliding together, until she came again, milking another load from him. Shrek collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, covered in mud, sweat, and spend.
Later, as the swamp mist rolled in, he pulled her close, still buried inside. “Round three in the pond?” Fiona laughed breathlessly, already rolling her hips. “Only if you promise to make it dirtier.” Shrek’s answering growl promised exactly that.
