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Monstrous Lust: Bunny...

Monstrous Lust: Bunny Toys

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08BKMXR5V

Synopsis:

Leonora works at a store that sells the type of goods only meant for grownups. She works there because she knows it is a place where eager men will come. The inexperienced ones are always the most fun to play with. They are the best ones to lure into her kinky games or make them play with her naughty toys. This time, however, things have been turned around. There is another woman in town who likes to play the same type of games, but she isn’t interested in men. No, she has her sights on Leonora.
Leonora doesn’t mind - at first. Yet, this mysterious woman has a whole new bag of tricks and a collection of kinky toys that are beyond fantastic. These sex toys, when worn, can not only change one’s gender but also transform its user into something monstrous. Well, Leonora always thought of herself as a naughty ‘PlayBunny.’ The mysterious stranger will turn her into a sexy male werebunny tonight.

Sexy Sample:

“Oh? So are
you going to come over here and put it on for me? After all, isn’t a good host
supposed to treat her guests?” Leonora said with a sneer.

“Oh I intend
to, but I’m going to let you put it on first. The reason for that…” Rose paused
while she fiddled around in her cabinets some more,” Ah there is my vintage
bottle. Anyway, the reason is that toy has more surprises to it than it
appears. So as a good host, you need to try it on first.” She then uncorked her
bottle and poured only her glass some wine. Then she turned around while
sipping it to watch her.

“What kind
of surprises?” Leonora asked dubiously.

“Just put it
in, you’ll see. Hurry, I really want to see your expression over it.”

Leonora, still
dubious but also curious did as she was told, replacing her old toy with the
new one.

“Oh, my
God!” she exclaimed after she fully plugged it into her body.

There was
nothing truly different about the inserting end of this toy from her own. Yet,
after she placed it firmly inside of herself she began to feel immense warmth
and pleasure. It wasn’t caused by friction or pressure. It was actually rather
strange and it began to spread through her. It wasn’t tingling nor was it
tickling. The pleasure was simply there as if it was a part of her soul. There
was an emotional pleasure to it besides physical. It was sensual, wild and erotic.
She began to moan as it spread and grew in intensity. She wobbled on her feet, which
made her afraid that she was going to tip over. Her vision began to turn to
white. Yet, all she could focus on was that she was going to have an orgasm,
and yet she wasn’t. There were so many confusing signals running through her
body and brain.

Then it was
over, her head was spinning and the room was full of bright light. As
everything began to return to normal she realized she was holding and stroking
the fake cock that stuck out in front of her. It curved wildly upwards where
she could place her whole paw over its tip. It felt good to stroke it; it felt
strangely real as if her own nerves coursed through it. The feel of her fur
felt soft and wonderful across its curved length.

“…Wait… fur…
and why is my hand so small?” she said in disjointed confusion.

“Wait, my
voice, it sounds wrong!’ she exclaimed as she looked at Rose. However, Rose was
now a giant who looked down upon her with a wicked smile. Everything had either
grown bigger or she had become considerably shorter. The only thing Leonora
could see at eye level was Rose’s fiery snatch. In fact, her vision disoriented
her. Her peripheral vision was now much greater than before, much greater than
should be possible. She reached up and touched the fur of her face, and her
whiskers and wrinkly nose. Then she found her long flopping ears.

“Oh my God!
Wha… what is going on? Did you drug me? What… I’m a rabbit? My God, my voice!
I’m a male rabbit!?” she said in a masculine voice as he teetered about on two
legs. He was having a hard time keeping upright on his strange new bunny legs.

Rose downed
the rest of her glass of wine in one gulp, and then with the reflexes of a
feral animal, she leaped onto Leonora, knocking him off his unstable footing. Rose
pinned him to the ground. She flashed at him a smile that showed off sharp
canines.

“You know,
little bunny, I never got your name?” Rose said as she grabbed him by the base
of his cock. He looked at it in her hand, it was so big. It was still the same
pink thing she had examined before. It had the same strong curve to it and the
bead-shaped tip. Rose began tugging at the tip, Leonora could feel it. She
could feel it as if it were her own clitoris. It was so sensitive. Involuntarily
she twitched muscles that would normally make her pee. Every time she did the
cock would twitch and pulse in Rose’s hand, making him want to do it again.
What a strange sensation it was to have a cock. Leonora now also had testicles
and Rose moved her hand to play with them. They truly were sensitive things.
The slightest wrong move or touch made them ache terribly.

Rose bared
her fangs while her eyes shimmered and transformed into feral slits. Suddenly a
feeling of flight or fight overwhelmed him. He scrambled and kicked his feet,
squealing like a wounded animal. Rose let him go and he scrambled backward,
plowing through a stack of pillows before ramming against the wall. He was
trying to get to the door, but he was so out of his mind he couldn’t think,
only flee.

Rose did not
give chase, not immediately. She let him pant with wide eyes while he acted as
if she still pinned him down. Again, Leonora took to looking at herself. She
was covered in fur; a marble of brown and white. His cock, though, was still
hard and still throbbing. It appeared to come out of a sheath from his body.
There was no way it could go back into his body, he reckoned. It was so big.
For a normal-sized person it would have been impressive, but he was now less
than half the size of Rose and had far less the strength. Rose easily picked
him up by one of his feet and hoisted him upside down, holding him up against
the wall.

“So are you
going to tell me your name?” she asked with her predatory smile. “After all, a
toy should have a name.”

Terrified
out of his mind, Leonora was too paralyzed to do or say anything. He could only
feel blood rushing to his head as he lay suspended in her grasp. Suddenly, he
arched his back and squealed in surprise to the sudden sensation of his newfound
cock going into Rose’s mouth. She stroked him with her tongue and the warm, wet
feeling was nothing like she had experienced before. Something told her that
Rose was experienced at this and he relaxed his body. He also found he wanted
to buck his hips and thrust his new appendage about. He did so instinctually.
Rose didn’t seem to mind.

Soon he felt
like he had to pee and he couldn’t hold it back. If he tried then the extreme
pleasure of climax forced him to release. The very act of contracting his muscles
made him push thick cum through his urethra and fire it out in bursts. It felt
so good every time it did. Rose’s warm tongue lapping it up as it burst out
made her wish she could keep cumming forever. However, it was soon over and
only little spurts came out to drizzle on Rose’s tits.

“Now are you
going to tell me your name?” Rose asked licking her lips.

“It’s
Leonora,” he said in a long, low sigh.

“Perfect,”
she said smiling; “Now you are Leo. This is fitting even if you are a rabbit.
You cum like a lion.”

Monstrous Lust: Sins From The...

Monstrous Lust: Sins From The Devil

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08921TGPL

Camellia has a problem - She can’t stop seeing the Devil wherever she goes. Even at church, she finds him. Nobody else can see him, not the church’s pastor nor her deeply religious aunt sitting next to her. It shouldn’t be hard to see him. He is a giant black beast; a monster with the head of a great black ram. Worst of all, it isn’t what he is, it is what he is doing, and in church of all places. So much sin, so much lust. Camellia is confused as to where he is getting all the exotic women. All of them eager to intimately pleasure him in the most explicit and sensual ways. All of this happens before Camellia’s very eyes. Only she can see and hear the moans and cries of lustful ecstasy. Even in the house of God, if she were to speak out, the ignorant would only think she is crazy.

Sample:

She first saw what he truly was last
winter. His black body contrasted heavily against the white snow. Of all places,
it was on the churchyard, which would not have been too strange if it was just
some pet let loose from its pen. His black coat and his mighty set of curled
black horns immediately gave rise to visions of the devil that pagans and
witches worshipped in dark woods. When he stood on two legs and strode about
like a man, there was no questioning it.

Camellia could see him clearly through
the window while the preacher gave his sermon. There was no way the others
sitting next to her, or nowhere else within that church hall, should not have
been able to see him. The windows were large and bright, the snow was white and
pure, and there was the beast, the devil, unperturbed that the pure white
powder fell down upon him in thick clumps. It speckled him but the snow could
not hide his black shame.

Camellia made a scene. She gasped
loudly as she stood pointing towards the window. The only attention she brought
was to herself. Nobody saw what was obviously there. The only thing that saved
her from humiliation was that she never formed coherent words to describe what
she saw. She spouted babbling chatter as she tried to tell the people the devil
was just outside. Confused looks came over the crowd. Somebody even went up to
the window and looked out. There was no way they couldn’t see it. Yet, he
turned back and asked, “What is it Camellia?”

“Do you not see it out
there?” she was able to finally say, shocked at the expressions everyone
was giving her.

“What? What is it Camellia?”
Joseph the preacher demanded. She wasn’t sure if his demeanor was one of
concern of irritation that she had interrupted his sermon.  

“I… There, on the lawn, by the
window. You don’t see… I mean?” Camellia said wide-eyed, but quickly
understanding only she was seeing what was going on outside.

It was plain as the daylight coming in
through the window. He was right there just outside that window, and he was not
alone. The great black goat that had to be the devil was doing things to her.
Camellia couldn’t recognize the stranger who was with him, but she was human,
naked and doing things that God shouldn’t allow.

The woman was nobody she recognized from
her small town. Her hair was a bright red, and it draped in great length down
her body. It was the only thing covering up her nudity. Her hair was as bright
as the fires of hell. Not even the falling snow would stick to it.

Her hair helped to conceal her nudity,
but it did nothing to save Camellia from bearing witness to the profane display
of the devil. His cock was just as black as the rest of him, maybe even
blacker. His appendage was grotesquely large and its throbbing veins made the
whole thing shimmer like black obsidian glass. Nobody in that church could see
this witch as she stuck the tip of the devil’s dick into her mouth to suck and
chew upon what she could. It was nothing Camellia had ever seen before. She was
not the type to watch porn and indulge in such debauchery. Now only before her
eyes, in church of all places, she was witnessing the most perverse acts of
lust. The red-haired woman couldn’t even fit the oversized genital into her
mouth. The townspeople, Joseph the preacher, her elderly aunt Linda sitting
next to her, all looked at her as if she was crazy or unwell. One observer of
her condition noted at how pale she had become, and worried for her health.

“… No… I, I’m fine,”
Camellia replied, but she stumbled with her words. In fact, it took her a good
minute to even form a coherent ‘No,’ in that reply.

Nervously she looked about at all the
people staring at her. Yet, out the window, as plain as day, the devil was
getting his dick sucked. He reared up his goatish head, bleating. Camellia
couldn’t hear him, only see that the red-haired woman had brought him to a
pleasurable climax. White snow would not speckle her bright red hair, but the
streams of semen that burst from the devil’s cock successfully put ribbons
there.

Camellia winced and gagged, which told
her audience that she wasn’t well at all. She immediately excused herself from
the scene. She couldn’t speak but managed to point out the window again, and again
her audience looked at her with confusion. There was a lump in her throat; she
wanted to gag when she saw the red-haired witch lick up that white syrup still
spilling forth from the devil’s dick onto her tits. Camellia left quickly and
without a word. A couple of men at the service rushed after her asking if she
needed help, but she paid no attention to them. No, even outside the church her
attention focused on that big goat beast who had now taken up to licking off
his own nasty seed from that mysterious red-haired woman on the snow-covered
churchyard.

This would not be the last time she would see this
black, horny devil. His appearance became more regular with time.

Riding His Midnight...

Riding His Midnight Train.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086RQD41L

Deep in the woods there is an old forgotten town. Nobody lives there anymore. Nobody rides the train that once upon a time came through the town to deliver its passengers. The government put a stop to that after the train wreck in the 40s. Truth is, the train that visits the town, and still does on nightly occasions, does not have your regular comers and goers. The passengers of this train come from a mysterious place; a place of debauchery, sin and lust. They had transformed into monsters - demons. Plucked from the town’s residents they now spend eternity in sexual bliss exploring the new shapes of their bodies. Exploring each other’s bodies until they come to roaring climax again and again.

Sample: 

“There they are!” my friend grated.
“You have never seen the insides of one, to step on board this
train?” It’s a dangerous thing just to see what waits inside. We try to
quickly divert the train back where it comes from, but we aren’t always
successful and it takes its toll. We try to limit our exposure to it, but when
it stops on the tracks there are those times. It is then someone has to climb
aboard to discuss the situation with the conductor. We prefer sending
first-timers, or those with little experience with it. Only they are able to
comprehend the horror. The more experienced, well, they’ve grown too accustomed
you see. They might come back off. I’ve seen that happen too many times. Each
carriage is a cage of flesh. There are no seats or other comforts like you
would expect on a passenger train, just pens where the male and female of their
kind engage in constant breeding. It’s a goddamn zoo. You are first hit by the
smell. It’s a pungent stench the wreaks of cum and sweat. God the cum! There are
pools and ribbons of it everywhere. You can’t cross a single carriage without
some of it getting somewhere on you. It stains your clothes and soul.“

"I have witnessed the males milked as if they
were heifers. A petite creature, she looked like a tiny mouse, and had many of
the same features: the fur, the ears. The beasts that were breeding her stuffed
her every hole. They were big like horses. They should have been too big for
her small body to handle. Tearing her apart, but she loved it and demanded they
didn’t stop. I watched as one came inside of her. It was a good minute of him
grunting as his masculine fluids flowed into her womb. She was twitching in
pleasure with every pulse of his cock. I can tell you it was nothing like you
see in those dirty magazines. The beast’s prostate had to be bigger than a
grapefruit to put what he did inside of her. The pearly substance bubbled and boiled
out between the seams where his cock rubbed against the sides of her vulva.
There wasn’t much room for it to escape, but it had nowhere else to go. It was
so thick, like honey, and has this strange opalescence to it. I question its
properties. It is an unnatural fluid that goes beyond reproduction. It enhances
the experience they were having in some way. A potion that was both a lubricant
and a stimulate. Most dangerous, I’m afraid, is that it has transformative
powers. My research isn’t conclusive, but still I am certain that it can be
dangerous if exposed to it. That is why it is imperative that we send the train
back quickly so as exposure to the alchemic brew that churns in the bodies of
breeding beasts is not allowed to taint too much.”

“Then why don’t we stop them like we used to,
you may ask? Well, I would like to say because they bring us no harm. They are
not malicious. Their ways are alien to be sure, but they are a playful sort.
They come with intentions of goodwill in ways they only understand it. They
remind me very much of those Bonobo apes who have sex for pleasure, recreation,
and a social bonding. In the case of those that ride that train, it has warped
their bodies to be carnal instruments of lust. It is almost as if some
perverted god is experimenting with the pleasures of flesh. No two monsters
were the same. There is no particular species that can be determined within the
chambers of that train. Some have fur, some have feathers, and there are scaly
ones whose scales feel like slick ice, if ice was warm and comforting to touch.
They do like to touch each other and feel the very different textures that each
have and each share. They explore with every part of their bodies. They lick
and kiss, they caress with their claws and tails. They rub semen into their
partner’s bodies as if it were a lotion, and I think it helps them gain more
features for them to touch and explore.”

The whole collection of ‘Little Devil Stories’ is...

The whole collection of ‘Little Devil Stories’ is here. 

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First, it was Sheila who was taken by the little devils and the naughty games they played in her closet and under her bed. Ten years later the rest of her family would come to live in the house where devils do it. Amanda, her husband Elliot, and their two daughters Savannah and Scarlet, have no memory of Sheila or how they are connected to her and her house of devils. One by one the family finds themselves succumbing to the demonic curse that plagues the house. Its secrets will reveal that Sheila was not the first to be buried here. Her ghostly spirit forever cursed to be hungry for throbbing and stroking flesh filling her up and satisfying her demonic appetite.

Here! Read the First Part for Free!

….Part
1……Devils Do It in my Closet

At the end of her first month living in her new home,
Sheila lay fascinated on her bed as she watched the strange little imps perform
for her. Two small creatures that were no bigger than young children were
making love in the middle of her bedroom floor. Actually, they fucked like porn
stars. The female had her legs splayed open with one leg held up against the
male’s chest and hooked around his shoulder. Her other leg was allowed to hang
down. This forced her to lie on her side. It looked rather uncomfortable with
her legs and hips lifted up to meet the males thrusting dick while her big
smiling head rested in her arms on the carpet. She was enjoying it though. They
always did even if the cock inside her small body was insanely too big. Big
things apparently do come on small packages.

Everything about these strange monsters was
disproportional. These small, child-sized imp’s bodies were covered from head
to toe in dark-bluish fur. Massive round heads sat on small torsos with stubby
arms and legs. On their heads, they sported massive bat-like ears and a huge
toothy grin, but the eyes are small and beady; coal-black and sinister looking.
Overall, they look like dark and evil humanoid koala bears with massive toothy
maws that could completely bite your hand off past the wrist if you reached out
to try to pet them. Terrifying and horrid little monsters who constantly
tormented Sheila in her bed, and yet, somehow cute when they made their
high-pitched growling noises of pleasure while they fucked themselves silly.

The first nights few nights were terrible. Sheila had
no idea what was going on. In the night, something scuttled around in her
bedroom. A large animal, too big to be rats, they scurried from out under her
bed or came out of her closet. When she turned on the light, she could find no
evidence of them. Nevertheless, as soon as she tried to go back to sleep they
were moving about again.  

By the end of the first week, she could hear them
whisper. Sometimes she could even hear them fucking, though she didn’t know
that was what they were doing at the time. Sheila had armed herself with a
flashlight and kept it near her pillow to shine on her frighteners, but nothing
was there when she actively searched for their presence.

They have never attacked her or even touched her.
Yet, as the nights progressed, their whispers became louder and more legible.
Sheila tried to explain it away as night terrors produced by bad dreams, or her
mind creating things from the oddities of this strange old house. She didn’t
want to believe the growling noises whispered her name.

It was on that first full moon that she saw them. The
closet door opened, it wasn’t the first time she saw it do this while she
huddled afraid of the scurrying shadows. This night nothing came running out of
the closet. The two creatures stayed right where they were up on a high shelf.
Sheila could see them clearly, particularly the wicked grin of the male staring
back at her. He sat there with his legs dangling off the shelf. His cock, large
and stiff, almost came up to meet his pointed teeth.

The teeth of another came down to nibble at its tip.
The female sitting by his side reached across his lap to slowly devour that big
cock. Her long, prehensile tongue came down to engulf it. It wrapped around the
base like a serpent. She swallowed him slowly and watched Sheila’s reaction as
she did through the corner of a beady black eye. Just above her head and behind
her bat-like ears, the male was staring at Sheila too. The further his mate
sank her teeth down the length of his cock, the more Sheila could see of his
terrible grin. It was an ominous forbearance of what was to come.

Sheila was frightened; there was no doubt. The impish
creatures persisted night after night in tormenting her. Their games and ploys
got worse with each night. They even began to whisper to her that they would do
the same nasty and perverted things to her. This, of course, was then followed
up with a visual demonstration, one that Sheila couldn’t ignore. They made a
terrible ruckus as they rolled on the floor or fucked on her dressers and
bookshelves. Screeching and crying, they grinned wickedly back at Sheila just
before the male whipped his dick out upon the small body of his mate and made a
terrible mess of her.

Sheila thought she must be dreaming. No evidence of
these demonic little imps ever remained when the sun rose, and they made big
messes that should have left something for her to prove they had been there.
The little cretins’ bodies seemed full of cum. Some nights there was so much
cum splattered across her walls she thought all her belongings must be ruined.
Nevertheless, for all the messes they made and all the mischief they played
upon her, they never touched her. Like in the folk legends of old-world
vampires, they would not cross the threshold of her mattress or covers unless
she invited them in. Sheila was tempted sometimes, but only because she wanted
to know if they were real and not some fancy of her imagination. They drove her
mad with their insistency that she come and play with them. All she had to do
was leave her bed, invite them to her bed, or turn out her light.

A frightening prospect; Sheila knew exactly what they
would do to her. The little monsters were not shy about letting her know just
how thoroughly they would violate her womanhood. What would that mean for her?
They whisper to her that they only want to play. They do it only for the
pleasure of the flesh and the satisfaction of lust. They seem hardly
trustworthy. Their devilish grins are too wicked to voice truth. Besides, where
did they come from? Why do they haunt this house? Why do they haunt her? These
are all questions Sheila has had to ponder. Yet, the reason she has not fled
from this terrible place is that for all their wicked mischief she has found
them rather fascinating.

They teased her only with words and lewd shows.
Sometimes they made idle threats about what would happen if she let the lights
go off. Sheila made sure she always had fresh batteries for her flashlight in
hand every night. Yet, in the end, it would be her choice to let them defile
her body. From what she had seen, even if they were dirty and nasty little
fucks who fiendishly gave no quarter to their sexual partners, they were indeed
having fun and enjoying every bit of their lustrous games.

* * *

“So what does Sheila think?” the beady
black-eyed imp said as it rolled around on top of her dresser that was next to
her bed. He flopped over onto his stomach and prompted his big smiling face on
his arms to smile back at Sheila as he waited for her to reply. As usual,
Sheila was shy and silent.

“You would be tight. You will feel good. Play
with us you should.”

Another pair of gremlins did it nearby. The male
rested with his back against a bedpost while his lust-driven lover provided him
a show, while at the same time she let her ass sit down on his big cock. She
made many strange noises. The male reached out with his tongue to lick the
jostling body bobbing up and down on him.

“You could be her,” the one sitting on her
dresser pointed out, “So much fun. So many games we could play. Come off
your bed and turn off your light. Join us Sheila.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions,”
Sheila retorted.

She didn’t pay much attention to the two gremlins
having fun. Besides, there were more than just the two fucking in her room. She
had grown too accustomed to seeing them do it all over her belongings to pay
much attention anymore. Yelling at them to stop didn’t do any good either. All
that had ever accomplished in the past was disturb other members of her family
in the house. Sheila was tired of trying to explain that these monsters existed
to those who would not believe her.

The gremlin answered her with his usual big smile. It
was devilishly wicked and it definitely hid something from her.

“You see all we tell. We want to play games with
you. We like you.”

“Then why won’t you tell me more about you? Who
are you? What are you? Where do you come from? Why… why do you want to…
play with me? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Again with the wicked grin, “We never get to
play if we leave. We don’t leave our home. Why you not leave? You stay here. We
play games and you watch us. You must like our fun?”

“No, I can’t leave. I live here too. It is not
so easy for me to just leave whenever I want. Nobody believes me that you exist
and I can’t just leave.” You don’t understand.“

"If stay you play with us, we insist. Won’t
stop, will persist. Sooner or later you let your guard down.” His wicked
grin became more sinister than before.

“Ok, ok, I get it, but then what? What happens
then when you finally get me?”

The little creature perked up. His sadism turned
instantly into an utmost delight. “We have fun. We have fun always. You
regret not having fun with us sooner.”

“Ok, ok. Fine, I get it. That is all you ever
tell me. You are never going to leave me alone…”

The gremlin sat on the dresser, his smile growing
ever wider as his held and waved his dick in his small hands. He knew she had
been considering doing it for the last few days. He had always been confident
he would finally get her to consent.

“Tomorrow… maybe. Tomorrow night, and only if
you promise to not go crazy, or that nothing bad will happen to me… You’ve
said I wouldn’t have babies either, right? I don’t want to have babies.”

The imp laughed and continued smiling. “No
babies, only games, we promise.”

“And I don’t want to do it here. I know nobody
else can seem to see or hear anything going on in here, but I don’t want to
take a chance.”

“Go down underground. There is a secret place,
nobody find us there.”

“Down underground? What do you mean by
that?” Sheila asked.

“You journey down the steps that take you to
part of house that is underground. Find our secret door.”

“Oh, you mean the basement.”

“Yes, basement, yes. You find our secret door.
We show it to you only if you come. You promise to enter if we show it to you?
Don’t bring light making stick. Better, if you don’t bring clothes either. You
won’t need them,” he said with disgust as he made an obvious nod toward
the flashlight turned on by Sheila’s side. She kept the beam of it buried in
her blankets so as to not chase off her intruder while she discussed terms with
him. Having it on and at the ready kept her safe. These things would have
jumped her long before now if it wasn’t.

“Alright, I will think about it… but I won’t
promise you anything.”

It was then that a light came on down the hallway
from Sheila’s room. A familiar drowsy voice came to scold her again.

“Sheila, would you please stop making such a
racket. I don’t know what you’re doing in there but please just go to
bed.”

With that, the impish creature sitting on her dresser
had disappeared as though they had never been there at all. It had probably
been the loud orgasmic cries of one of the groups having sex near the bedroom
door that had awoke those down the hall. Most nights that was usually the way
it went. Sheila always tried to explain things to the other members of her
household, but she could hardly believe it herself. Without any evidence,
proving little monsters were fucking in her closet and under her bed was
impossible. Maybe it was all in her head.

* * *

Sheila had checked the basement during the day;
searched it thoroughly, but did not find any secret door. Disappointed, she
expected it was much like the gremlins themselves. It would stay hidden until
they wanted to show it to her. This made Sheila uncomfortable and she regretted
ever suggesting she would come down here at all. The day dragged on. Sheila
anxiously reconsidered the basement idea. There was time, she hadn’t promised
anything, she could still refuse because if she followed them into the dark,
she may never return. So when bedtime came, she crawled into her bed with her
flashlight in hand to wait until the little monsters awoke her as they always
did.

She couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the first time, but
tonight was different. She knew the monsters would show, they would pester her
about the basement. They were too much like children in that way; always
nagging and persistently annoying. However, she knew better. If she left the
bed, they would get her.

Time passed but no gremlins. Sheila sat up and
scanned her room. They hate the flashlight’s bright light and would squeal
anytime it hit them. Tonight, she couldn’t push them out of their regular
hiding spots. They could not be found. She waited longer. It had to be a trick.
They really couldn’t be thinking she would come to the basement.

By three in the morning, they were always giving her
the worst torment. Sheila had grown accustomed to being awake by then. Yet,
still no gremlins. This never happened in all the nights she slept in this
house. They wouldn’t just leave her alone. She laughed and fell back in bed
thinking it a good thing to finally be rid of them for once. Unfortunately, she
couldn’t stop thinking about them or what mischief they had to be planning.

“Do I really want to check to see if a door is
now in the basement?” she murmured to herself. “If I don’t go, they
will return - I just know it. But they know I didn’t promise them anything.
They should be here trying to get me.”

Again, she looked her room over with the beam of her
flashlight. She dared to peek under her bed; hoping one might not jump out and
try to grab her as had happened in the past. No usual cute sounds of sex came
from her closet. None rolled around on her floor fucking next to her bed.
Neither was the little shit she called Nat writing his name in cum on her
walls. Thank god that their messes disappeared with the morning light.

Sheila couldn’t handle it. She didn’t know why, but
after a month of their constant nightly company and terrible persistence to get
her to play with them, she couldn’t handle them not being there. She couldn’t
decide if she feared them or had developed a fondness for them. They were cute
in their own crude way.

“What am I doing?” she asked herself as she
finally let curiosity overwhelm her. Carefully she stepped off her bed and
winced expecting one of them to come rushing out at from the shadows: Its big
dick waving about as he cackled with lust in his eyes.

Nothing stirred. She put her other foot on the carpet
and then made a couple of steps. The house was the quietest it had ever been.
Slowly she worked up the courage to move to the hallway and towards the
basement. Her flashlight was ever at the ready, just in case.

The basement was intensely dark. She flipped the
light switch on, off, and on again, but nothing stirred. Sheila grabbed her
crotch. If she went down there, she knew what was going to happen. They would finally
get her. As she grabbed her crotch, she thought about the big cocks that would
be filling her down there.

“It won’t be so bad. It will be fun. They are
always having fun. It’s just sex with monsters. What could go wrong?” she
nervously told herself.

She imagined herself being swarmed. When they got
into it in her bedroom, they went out of control. She once witnessed a small
female creature brutally fucked repeatedly. Three to four of the males wrapped
themselves around her body. During her strenuous fucking, three of the males
managed to shove all their cocks into her small pussy. The poor little critter,
she let out such a high-pitched shriek that woke the rest of the house. Sheila
got the blame for it as per usual.

In the basement nobody else would probably hear
Sheila’s cries if the horde of minions became overly excited and took her in
droves.

“Alright, here I go,” Sheila said to
herself as she took her first steps down.

Halfway down the stairs she saw it. On the back wall
was a door, or the outline of one. She could see it only when she didn’t put
her flashlight’s beam on it. In the dark, the cracks of the outline glowed a
faint blue. It was a small door; she would have to crawl through it. First, she
had to figure out how to open it. There was no handle, and anytime she tried to
put a light on it, the door vanished. Sheila didn’t have to ponder her
situation long. It opened on its own and the head of a little bat-eared gremlin
popped out.

It was the one she called Nat, the most mischievous
of them all. He partook less in the orgies and gangbangs, and spent the nights
tearing up her room, playing in Sheila’s panties, or playing pranks to try to
goad her off her bed. Sheila wasn’t so certain she should trust him when he
offered up his paw for her to grab and lead her through the portal.

“You came, you came!” he said smiling with
excitement.  "Others thought you not
come, but I know better. I know, yes. Come in, come in.“

He reached up and gently wrapped his stubbing fingers
around Sheila’s own. It was the first time she had actually touched one of
them. His grip was soft and gentle. It was almost like holding a cat’s paw. The
greeting was not what she expected. Yet, there was still time for them to swarm
her if they poured out of the shadows surrounding her.

She crouched down to her knees, making herself even
more vulnerable. Then she crawled into the dark doorway with only Nat’s tiny
paw pulling her in. She could see nothing but his glowing eyes. Surprisingly
they did not have they usual wicked look. They were bright and beaming, a
joyous emotion. Sheila wasn’t sure she felt the same way, but at least Nat’s
expression helped calm her for what was to come.

Sheila kept imagining that she would become pinned in
this darkness. It would be then, when she was completely helpless and trapped,
that the masses would come for her. They had threatened to tear her clothes off
before and then ravage her like a wild animal. From what she had seen in her
room, she believed it.

What was at the end of the cramped tunnel surprised
her. It opened up into the mouth of a cavern. Everywhere there were mushrooms,
large and small, all of which gave off a phosphorous faint blue light. It was a
dim light, but there were so many mushrooms that Sheila could see everything just
fine.

The cavern continued forward, traveling downward into
nameless depths and getting narrower as it went until reaching a point where
ghastly green water flooded it and barred further passage.

"Don’t go there,” Nat said, “Maybe
explore later, but fishy ones maybe too much for you now?”

“Fishy… ones?” Sheila asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s play now,” Nat
said as he turned to face her with a familiar grin.

There were more than just mushrooms in this cavern.
All the other gremlins were waiting here too. They lounged on glowing cave
mushrooms that lined higher up on the cave walls. None were up to their usual
antics of sex and mayhem. Most appeared casually relaxed as they patiently
awaited the show with Sheila at the center.

“Ok, take off clothes now,” Nat said
smiling at her with the biggest grin.

“I… don’t know. I don’t think I can do
it,” she replied nervously as she held her arms tightly around the waist
of her nightgown, protecting it as if it might somehow fall off her on its own.

“It’s ok. You come so far now. We never hurt
you. I be gentle. You see. You will like,” Nat said, taking her by her
hand and insisting she followed him over to large grouping of mushrooms. He was
not aggressive. He tugged more like a child excited to show something to her.
Like a resistant mother, she slowly let herself be dragged along.

“Sit here,” Nat demanded.

“Here?”

“Yes, make you comfortable; soft and
spongy.”

Slowly and hesitantly, Sheila sat on the glowing
toadstools. She didn’t think it would support her and jumped when she thought
it was slumping under her weight. It was just soft and spongy like Nat had
described. The fungal material squished as it molded around her butt and
thighs. Nat waited for her to rest her back comfortably against other mushrooms
clustered behind and to the side of her. He then crawled up onto her toadstool
trying to push her legs apart so that he could be in-between them.

“Don’t resist him,” said a cute feminine
voice typical of the females of Nat’s kind. One of them had snuck up on Sheila
and was now sitting close to her on her right side.

“He just going to pleasure you,” said
another who snuck up on her left.

“Always you resist. Don’t understand why you
don’t want to play with us. Don’t be afraid anymore. Play with u.,” said
the first. She reached down with a paw and began to fondle one of Sheila’s
breasts closest to her. The other one quickly followed suit. Both began to make
their weird purring sounds as they kneaded and groped her breasts.

“Here we go,” Sheila quietly said to
herself. Her body tensed up in anticipation for what was to come. Her legs
trying to clamp back together as Nat crawled further up her nightgown.

“No, No, you keep open,” Nat said as he
pushed with both his tiny arms to keep her legs spread wide. Sheila couldn’t
see what he was doing as he had by now fully crawled up into her nightgown. His
soft furry paws dug into her bare legs. She could almost feel his hot breath
bearing down on her exposed panties.

One of the persistent females bit down over the
breast of her nightgown. It was not hard, but it surprised Sheila enough to
cause her to jerk and spread her legs wide again. Nat now had enough time to
quickly come down and bite down on her as well. He landed his rows of sharp
teeth across her crotch, piercing the linen of her panties so that he could
tear them off in a single mighty tearing action. Sheila couldn’t see Nat’s face
under her gown. Nevertheless, she could only imagine the smirk of success
plastered on it.

“The two females began to purr loudly with
excitement over what was about to happen. They began to fondle Sheila more
aggressively in perverted excitement. Their strange bodies hugged her while
they licked her body through the linen of her gown. Then they began to chew on
it as if ready to tear it from her shoulders.

Sheila laid on the warmth of that glowing mushroom
breathing heavily in deep anticipation for whatever Nat was going to do next.
She expected his big cock to be pushing against her. Her fear of the
anticipation made her sweat. She cried out, "Get it over with.”

The two girls stopped their biting to look up at her.
Their beady black eyes were very close to her own as they spoke. “Patient
now. Enjoy this you must. You are scared and that makes you dry. He hurt you if
you try to go inside you now. You must relax. Rest and enjoy us.”

Sheila could only whimper as these two females
continued to cling onto her chest and smear their naked bodies all over her.
She could feel Nat poking and prodding under her gown. She didn’t know exactly
what he was doing and was getting only more nervously impatient because of it.
Around her in the gloom were more smiling faces lit up by the blue glow of the
mushrooms. Wicked and toothy grins clustered around her, all waiting to see
what happened next, all whispering about how she would react to it.

Nat’s tongue was wet and hot. He did not immediately
begin licking the opening of her womanhood. Instead, he pushed it all around
her pubic mound and sometimes let it slip down to her asshole.

Nat’s tongue was a long and prehensile tool. Sheila
was familiar with his kind’s use of it. Their tongues looked like black spindly
worms that they liked to use to explore strange places on each other’s bodies.
The females, in particular, liked to wind theirs around the male’s dicks like
serpents coiling around a log. Using their tongues instead of hands and fingers
to jerk the males dry; squirting the amazing load into their awaiting toothy
maws.

There was no doubt that Nat could and would snake his
tongue deep inside of her. She had seen that done before. The strength of their
tongues would sometimes cause the little females tummies to bulge as the males
played with their insides. The females thought it fun to chase the lump poking
up from inside her. Giggling, they chased it as a cat does for a finger when it
moves under a blanket or rug.

Sheila had no idea if he could do the same to a human
woman. The anticipation to find out was killing her. All Nat did was tease her
as he licked all around her womanhood; pressing and prodding his tongue against
skin centimeters away from the sensitive parts of her sex. She whimpered and
the two little females giggled, suckled and fondled her breasts they had still
not yet exposed through her nightgown.

Leering eyes all around watched in anticipation, some
stimulating their dicks and pussies as they watched. They were all waiting for
her to react in some exciting and sudden way. Something they wouldn’t have to
wait long for.

“Oh, ah, that’s deep; really deep” Sheila
cried nearly throwing the two females off her as she reached up to grab Nat
under the cover of her nightgown. He had stabbed her with his tongue and it
traveled deeply inside of her. It was an impossible feeling, an illusion of her
nerves. Yet, it seemed like more and more tongue slithered into her. She felt
no pain, only surprise and a sensation that no human tongue could produce. She
writhed against it unsure to call out for him to stop. It was such a new
experience; like a flavor her taste buds had never known. She wasn’t sure if
she liked it or not.

Nat reeled his tongue back into his mouth, scraping
its strange texture back against Sheila’s vaginal walls as he did. Somehow,
this wrung out all the saliva absorbed inside of it. Sheila was now officially
wet, though not from her own juices. This didn’t mean he was done. He continued
to play and lick her for a considerably long time. He teased her some more,
then lanced and swirled his black tongue around her clitoris or weaved it in
and out of her labia. He started to really play upon her pleasure sensors. He
had succeeded in making her wet with his spit, but now he needed here relaxed
and loosened up. A good orgasm or two was the key.

Nat was a monster of sex and lust, thus a master with
his tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing. With him hidden under her gown,
Sheila could only use her imagination to understand just what he was doing down
there. She twisted and turned under the agony of his pleasure.  The two girls hugging at her sides tried to
keep her settled, but instead, could only try to prevent themselves from being
bucked off. Sheila’s screams and groans echoed in the cavern, drawing closer
those watching her. Some couldn’t hold back and began to jerk themselves or
their neighbors off with greater intensity. One horny gremlin almost blew his
load all over Sheila and her companions, but another female quickly stopped him
by throwing him down and shoving his spurting cock into her wanting pussy.

Sheila was panting and sweating too much to notice
how close she came to a cum shower. All she could do was whimper and whisper,
“please be gentle.”

Her two female companions were quick to finally do
something more than just suckle and tickle her through the fabric of her
clothes. Their teeth and claws finally set about tearing them off. They peeled
her nightgown off her as if she were a ripe fruit plucked freshly from an
orchard.

“I go slow. I won’t scare you anymore.” Nat
said with his big dick in his tiny paws. “We practice first. Then, when
you like, we play. You will be good at it, you will see.”

Nat eased the tip of his big dick towards Sheila’s
womanhood. She could see he had done a thorough job of making her wet. Her
pussy, pubes, and everything else around her crotch glistened in the gentle
blue glow.

“You rest and don’t worry. I make it fit. We go
slow at first. It will be… ok.” Nat said without his usual mischievous
grin. It the first time Sheila felt earnestly that this creature was actually
concerned and committed to making sure her experience was good. As promised, he
took her slowly, letting her see every action of him inserting his cock into
her womanhood. Every push, every shove, every bulge and pulsing vein she could
clearly see squeeze into her tiny pussy. She thought maybe he was being too
slow and cautious, but this was only because he was having trouble fitting
himself all in her. These little cretins really did have too big of dicks for
their bodies.

“Aaahhh! So tight! You are so tight. I knew you
would be. I knew you would be fun playmate. None the others believed me that
you would be fun. Now they see. Aaahhh, aaaah ya!” Nat cried in triumph,
finally stuffing what he could into Sheila.

Sheila could only blush and whimper in Nat’s triumph.
Indeed, he was a very filling experience, something she would never experience
elsewhere. He did not hurt her in his endeavor. As he began a gentle thrusting
motion, and the heat and pleasure slowly rose through her body, she wondered
why she had been so afraid of them.

…but then she remembered.

“Oh, gonna cum! So tight! So good!” Nat
began to exclaim.

Yes, these little gremlins could cum. The amount of
white flow that they could shoot out in think ropes from their throbbing dicks
defied logic. Their bodies were simply too small to produce that much jizz.
There was no telling what the seed of these things could do inside her human
womb.

“Please don’t! Don’t cum! Especially not inside
me!” Sheila exclaimed in panic while reaching out to grab Nat’s dick from
throbbing inside her.

“Can’t stop. Gonna cum. Must cum. If not in then
on!” Nat said not protesting. He even helped Sheila in pulling out his
dick from her body. As was inevitable, it didn’t stop him from cumming. For the
first time, the gremlins finally got her.

“Aaahh, Aaahhh, I’m cumming!”
little Nat cried.

All Sheila could do was to try and shield
herself from the blast. She raised her arms as rope after pearly rope streamed
across her body. Wide white streaks striped her stomach and outreached arms.
The two little gremlin girls let go of her to stand up and squeal with
excitement. They let the white rain hit them and reveled in it as it glistened
their bodies like frosting on pastries. They also tried, and with some success,
to pull on Sheila’s arms so that the ropes of cum could coat her breasts and spray
her face.

The crowd went wild, and some of those watching her
from all around couldn’t help but begin their own antics of fucking, sucking or
making out. The two girls who had stripped and coddled Sheila cheered. They
then reached over Sheila’s stomach to kiss and lick each other. Nat only sat
there between her legs holding his dripping dick.

Some of his cum had successfully dripped into
Sheila’s mouth. She choked and gagged on it out of reflex. She didn’t want to
admit that had a strong and milky flavor. Her first thought was Irish cream
mixed with a dark rum. Was it possible to get drunk off it, she wondered? If
so, maybe that explained some of the gremlins antics.

“Oh no! What am I doing? … What have I
done?” Sheila said amongst the chaos while sitting up to look upon what
had been wrought upon her body.

Nat looked at her curiously, his head cocked to one
side.

“What? You not have fun? Me sorry, next time we
cum together. You just so tight, I couldn’t help it.”

“What will happen to me?” Sheila cried in
dismay. “That is why I have never wanted to do this. Why I am so scared. I
have bred with monsters, and though you pulled out before you had a chance to
cum inside me, what will become of me now?”

Nat and the others looked at her confusingly, and then
they began to all laugh.

“That it? That why you never play with us
before? We not want to make you prego. We tell you that. We wanted fun. That is
all we ever try to do.”

“You don’t think it is possible? I mean, I still
don’t even know what you are, or where this place is. Maybe you don’t either.
You don’t know. Maybe… maybe, somehow I will turn into one of you because of
this, and I will never be able to go home.”

Nat laughed again and then looked at her with a
resolute smile and said, “No, you fine. You can go home again.”

“And… how do you know?” Sheila said while
wiping spunk from her face. She was almost ready to cry.

“You not first to live in house. We not first,
ah… monsters, to go looking for fun.”

“…What do you mean?” Sheila asked.

Nat only glanced towards the deeper part of the
cavern where the green water lapped at the cave walls. The others turned and
looked with him.

“There is more here, so much more beyond here.
They visit here too, sometimes. No, you not first. You not last. I got to play
with you before they did. It don’t happen that way other times. We first this
time.”

“…Wait, you are saying others, other girls
came here before me, and you played with them too.”

“Not us, them. They went in deeper than this to
play with them. You meet them soon, probably.”

“And then what happens?”

“You play with them.”

Sheila paused to reflect on her situation;
re-examining where she was and what she was doing before asking, “…. Did
these others ever come back?”

Nat looked at her silently. Sheila could see he was
contemplating how to answer. She never could get a straightforward answer from
these cretins.

“Yes. yes, they come back.”

Sheila wasn’t convinced he was telling the full
truth. There was more to this than just games.

“Please, can we have more fun?” Nat
grumbled. “All these questions are no fun.” His dick was already hard
and ready to go again.

Sheila again fell silent. She was already here in
their den; already naked and covered in Nat’s cum. It actually surprised her
that he was so polite about it. Why wasn’t he and the others ravaging her
repeatedly as they always threatened they would?

“Alright, alright, no more questions. I did come
here… to have fun,” Sheila finally said in defeat.

Nat and the others cheered as she repositioned
herself back on the glowing Toadstools where Nat could penetrate her again.

“But please be gentle… and you’re certain I
won’t get pregnant or anything weird from this?” she said as she wiped
some of Nat’s thick cream from her bosom.

“Yes, do not worry.” Nat said hurriedly,
not even looking up at her. He was too busy being excited for his second round
to have further conversation with her.

Sheila realized she would have to play this by ear.
If she wanted to learn more about these monsters, or what other things lurked
in the bowels of her strange new home, she would have to play their games.

“Aaaahh, Aaahh, yes, still tight! You still good
and tight,” Nat cried as he pushed his cock back into Sheila’s womanhood.

The crowd roared from above her, they were more
excited than before. Nevertheless, they refrained from interrupting the two of
them; keeping their games of lust to themselves so that Nat could have her all
to himself. Therefore, they fucked and sucked each other off while cheering
from their luminous bleachers.

Indeed, the feeling of fullness produced by such a
small creature was amazing. Just like before, it made her forget her worries.
If this was all there was to these monsters, nights of shameless pleasure and
playful debauchery, maybe doing this was all right. Nevertheless, something
stuck in her mind as being not right. There was more to this than Nat was
letting on.

It was too late now. If this was a trick, it had
worked. Sheila came down into the basement knowing that it would end this way.
Sheila’s only wished that it wasn’t this much fun or felt this good. Now that
Nat had gotten over his initial excitement of feeling her tight flesh across
his thick cock, he was an awesome fuck. There is something to be said about
having good sex. And though Nat was some devilish little monster with purple
fur and an evil grin, he was the best sex partner anyone could ask for.
Masterfully experienced and with a girthy package, he drove Sheila wild. He
made sure to wipe any fear or doubt about her experience from her mind. He even
kept his word about cumming when she came; though not before making her squirt
a time or two beforehand to make up for his pre-ejaculation. It was no worry,
she had forgotten. When it came time again to release his load, it was she who
grabbed his throbbing dick and prevented him from pulling out.  

“No, it’s ok. I think you’ve earned it this
time,” she said. Whatever fear she had was melted away by her experience.

“Besides,” she thought to herself while Nat
pushed himself to his hilt deep inside of her; making the most absurd and cute
noises she had ever heard.

“Besides… if this is what it takes to learn
the truth of this place, or what will happen to me, then this is going to be a
hell of a lot of fun.”

The pressure
of Nat’s cum-load was enormous. Nat couldn’t hold on as the pressure blew him
and his cock off of her. He reeled over backward from the toadstool bed. His
cum spraying like a fountain as he tumbled onto his head like a clown. It was
all as if from the scene of a dirty cartoon.

Covered in cum, her womb full of cum, and cum still
spraying everywhere from Nat’s uncorked cock. Sheila had to revel in the
mystery of where the tiny females must store it in their tiny bodies. They
could take far much more than this in their tiny pussies and never leaked it
out like she was right now.

She panted and laughed in the afterglow. So did Nat
still sitting on his head. The audience joined in with their laughter, many of
which were finishing up their own rounds of orgasmic pleasure of fucking and
sucking.

When they all finished and Sheila was allowed a
moment to sit in quiet contemplation of what had just happened, she said,
“Well, I think I can go again. After all, I don’t think I can get more cum
covered than this.”

But she was wrong. Sheila had just invited the crowd
to cum down. Just as they had always threatened, they ravaged her thoroughly.
Sheila fucked and sucked so many cocks that night, and she had fun doing it
too.

Monstrous Lust: The Devil’s House The Final Chapter of Little...

Monstrous Lust: The Devil’s House 

The Final Chapter of Little Devils Doing It!

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Part five and the last chapter of the “Little Devils Do It in My Closet” storyline. Sheila was the first to encounter the small devilish creatures with a thirst for lust living in the closet of her mysterious home. After she disappeared, Amanda, her husband Elliot and her two older teenage stepdaughters Savannah and Scarlet moved in ten years later. They too succumbed to the house’s curse. For the first time in years Amanda and her husband find that their sex life is more than active, it is downright monstrous. Meanwhile, their daughter Savannah found secrets in the forest behind their new home. There, statues in the form of devils had stone-hard surprises to share from between their legs. Only Scarlet is left now. Twin sister to Savannah, will she find out the secrets to the house and what connection she has to Sheila, the houses former resident? Or will she succumb to the devils who want to breed her to fulfill their carnal, lustful pleasure?

Sample: 

Elliot’s transformed body, his massive cock, it
should be tearing her apart. This had to be a dream. The massive member violating
her was so thoroughly ravaging her insides that she could see his cock undulating
through her tummy. It pierced her womb and should be destroying her insides.
Her body acted like some impossible void that swallowed a cock that was so big
that its thickness was equivalent to four men all thrusting their dicks inside
of her simultaneously.

She should be dying; she should be in writhing agony.
Listening to the noises she was making probably convinced her stepdaughter of
that. Scarlet had fled the scene and Amanda couldn’t blame her. That is if this
wasn’t just a dream. Yet, never in a dream could she remember feeling such
sensations. The pleasure and the ecstasy; the demon’s cock produced an endless
amount of pure lustful euphoria. She was cumming, she couldn’t stop cumming.
That is why nothing but moans and nonsense came spewing out of her mouth. Her
motor skills had all short-circuited, and yet, she was oddly aware. Like in a
dream, it seemed like she was observing all this happen to her outside of her
body. She could feel the dick sloshing about inside of her, filling her with
impossible girth. Yet, she was somehow just an observer watching this all
happen. It was as if she were sitting in the recliner across the room; an
audience enjoying her own show. It was too surreal to observe this fetish porno
she was starring in.

This out of body experience allowed her to see in
perfect detail the monster Elliot became. He had become a giant of a man… or
beast. She couldn’t recognize him as he was: His eyes had become pale, his
mouth just a huge grin with sharp jagged teeth. Everything about him was oddly
out of proportion, either too big or too small, much like the small creatures
that had been fucking her stepdaughter earlier. Those things were at least
cute. Elliot was something else: Beastly, savage, feral, monstrously demonic.

Amanda laughed internally as she watched her body
convulse. Her body constantly convulsed from seizures produced by her endless
orgasm. It was absurd. She should be horrified, anyone else witnessing this
would be. Yet, there was no pain, no discomfort, even fear had left her. All
that was left to observe was primal lust.

This thing was her husband. Sure, it was intent on
fucking her; stuffing all that he could inside of her tight pussy and using her
as a cock-sleeve. She could see that it loved her. It caressed her limp body.
She could feel him touch her tenderly, lovingly. He kissed her or at least
attempted it. His mouth was far too big; therefore, he licked her with his
tongue. She felt its hot saliva lather her cheeks and neck. She tasted it on
her lips. Again, it was so surreal to observe herself in this way. To feel
everything that was happening but to watch herself as if she were a stranger
caught in the grasp of a terrible demon - A demon which was still her husband.

It was even more of sight to see him cum and feel him
spray it against her body. For anyone else, it would have been a frightful
sight. It should have been for her, but, oh, she felt so good! The cum first
erupted inside of her. There was so much of it that it couldn’t be contained
inside her abused body and it blasted out of her and down the part of his
monstrous shaft he could not fit. Before more could slather his shaft and balls
he pulled out and erupted all over her body. The burst came out with high
pressure. He aimed at her tits. The torrent stung when it hit, impacting with
so much force that cum splattered everywhere; herself, the monster, the
walls… everywhere.

Elliot, her
demon of lust, was not satisfied with that. Amanda couldn’t protest. All she
could do was look at what appeared to be her limp and lifeless body. She really
looked liked she had been fucked to death. However, this must be a dream, and
all she could feel was pleasure. Unable to move, her body had even stopped
shaking from the constant orgasms. Still, somehow, she was making the most
awful noises.

She then realized it wasn’t her, but someone else.
‘Had Scarlet been captured by something?’ Amanda wondered. She remembered the
creatures from before filling up Savannah
with their monstrous cocks. They weren’t as big as Elliot’s but had produced
just as much cum. Savannah
had been frosted in sticky white semen. The voice wasn’t Scarlet’s. The voice
was familiar but not her stepdaughter’s. It was coming from down the hall. The
feminine voice began to sing and then laugh.

“Oh it is
so wonderful to have my body back again,” her voice sang.

“Though I wonder if it will mean anything? It
has been a lot of years since I’ve had it. You know it feels kinda stiff.
Maybe, this wasn’t a good idea. But, I did want to see my daughters
again.”

She came out into the hallway to watch Amanda get
fucked again by Elliot’s monstrous form. It was Sheila, prancing around in her
new home naked and carefree. She hadn’t aged a day, as if ten years hadn’t
passed at all since the time she had disappeared. Even She was shocked to see
the things being done to Amanda.

“Wolf… Oh wow, I remember the last time our
husband fucked me like that. No wonder it rips the spirit right out of the
body. Fuck, that is a big cock. You can still feel him can’t you, such absurd amounts
of pleasure from something that has destroyed your body? The best orgasm you
ever had. And yet, you aren’t even in your own body anymore.” Sheila said
this not looking at the lifeless rag doll being forced to endure the monstrous
cock spearing through it, but to Amanda’s disembodied form.

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Synopsis:  

 Savannah has just moved into a strange new house in a strange woodland town called Alpine. Her stepmother has history with the house, but can’t remember her past. Whatever has attracted her stepmother back to this place has put an erotic curse over her. Now, Savannah’s parents want to do is have sex all the time. When Savannah accidentally catches her parents doing it on the kitchen table, she flees into the forest. After all, who wants to see their parents naked and doing it?

In the forest, Savannah finds something even more perverted. A forgotten graveyard where the tombstones are worn and covered in years of moss. They are watched over by stone guardians. Savannah will soon learn they are guarding the secrets to her new home, and they are stone hard between their legs.

Sample:

This portion of the wilderness seemed darker. Maybe
it was late in the day and the sun was beginning to set. Maybe it was because
the clumping of trees is more dense. The canopy of aspen leaves created a deep
shadow on the forest floor. Savannah,
fascinated by how the stone mingled with the trees in a sea of moss, did not
pay attention that she was carefully plotting her way through the maze. Nor did
she concern herself with how the moss-covered and consumed everything it
touched. This was because the moss did not consume the profane statues up ahead
of her. They were a stark contrast to the shadowy green. The grey stone
sparkled with flecks of quartz crystal, giving away their hiding places within
the thick moss-covered branches of leafy foliage.  

Human-like in form, the statues hiding behind all the
mossy trees and ancient graves did not stand on stone bases. Some stood on
their haunches; others were attached to nearby trees, modeled as if climbing
them so they could get to higher vantage points. The three of them were
situated in different ways to be secret watchers of the open grove she had just
crossed to get there - watching her approach.

Savannah wondered what these winged gargoyles were protecting
for that is what they reminded her of. A mix of man and strange beast, parts of
them were reptilian, such as their wings and scaly tails. Their faces were more
bat-like, but they had horns and made expressions with their massive grins and
emotional eyes. Their bodies were sleek and had a feline-like quality to the
anatomy. Yet, the human-like qualities could not be ignored. Savannah couldn’t quite put her finger on
what exactly made them seem so human. Perhaps it was the expressions on their
faces or the very dynamic poses that they were carved into. It probably had to
do more with their large and erect stone penises and how they were carved to
look as if they were holding on and jerking themselves off as they watched her
approach.

The menacing clawed hands of the creatures gripped
the base of their fat phalluses, which to Savannah
seemed more polished and shiny than the rest of their stone bodies. They
possessed human-shaped penises with exception to the prominent draconic scales
that went down the shaft. The texture of the scales produced on the dark shiny
stone caused Savannah
to reach out and feel it through her fingers.

Quickly she retracted her touch. Her curiosity and
fascination had blinded her to the perversion of her actions. Even if these
things were lifeless creations of stone, it didn’t help that their timeless
expressions seemed to enjoy her touch.

Savannah continued to examine them wholeheartedly confused.
She tried to understand why something like this would be out here, or who would
make them. Her only conclusion was that some local pervert thought it a sick
joke. They were all too newly carved to fit with the ancient weathered stones
being digested by the forest. Yet, the size and artisanship for a place so
remote and forgotten made no sense.

The three-stone sentinels watched over the forgotten
garden of the dead. It felt weird to find them, but the mystery excited Savannah. She didn’t like
the way they watched her approach while holding their stone dicks in their
human-shaped claws. A bit too perverted even if it was fascinating. She
hesitated exploring further in case she found something worse, and something
worse she did find.

It wasn’t far from the other statues but was better
hidden. Only a few yards away was a clump of pines and a large stone - perhaps
another gravestone. The five trees grew close together and with the moss, they
almost formed a natural wall. Savannah
thought she saw the hints of another statue behind it but had yet to study it
like the three watchers. Once she brought it into view, it was the most profane
of all.

Two statues carved into one: The female was human;
the monster was like the other three: A massive humanoid monstrosity. Savannah now understood
the artist’s narrative. The first three were carved to watch as sentinels but
were eager to have their turn. While behind the tree wall, the artist fulfilled
their perverted fantasy by carving this statue. Behind the clumping of trees, the
stony gargoyle gripped her by her thighs, lifting her legs up, spreading them
as he held her back against his stomach. Savannah
could see everything going on between her legs. The statues pussy delicately
carved to show the monster’s thick and scaly cock sink deep into her.

The woman’s face, young and beautiful, made such an
expression of euphoric pleasure as she pressed the back of her head against the
stone beast’s chest. He too raised his bat-like head up in a roar. Both his
wings taunt as they pointed straight into the forest canopy above.

Savannah didn’t know what to think. She was young and a
virgin. She knew about sex and was of a starting age to begin exploring it.
Porn wasn’t hard to get a hold of in the digital age of the internet.
Nevertheless, nothing compared to the imposing nature of this towering statue
or the location she found it. To think, this was within walking distance of her
new home. Savannah
had no idea what she was going to do with that knowledge. Was she to tell her
parents? Her sister? Was she to keep it secret and either never come here
again, pretending it wasn’t here? Or maybe…?

Savannah
reached out and touched the skin of the naked woman. She was composed of a
different stone than that of the gargoyle. Although a being of stone, her
rendered skin was silkier and smoother than the gritty scales of her beast. Her
details incredibly intricate, the mason who carved her knew his anatomy. Though
she was hard as the rock she was carved from, every muscle and curve of her
body looked as if it should jiggle after Savannah
touched them… 

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Synopsis:

It had been ten years since Sheila disappeared. Nobody knew what happened to her in the small house in the woodlands of Alpine. Her friend Amanda had moved on, married, and went on with her life. She had completely forgotten that part of her life when she and Sheila had lived in this secluded house of mystery. Now, forced to return with her husband and her two stepdaughters, the ghosts of her past have come to haunt her. It is stirring something inside of her. Stirring something inside her husband as well. They just moved in and they can’t keep their hands off each other. The amount of sex they are having is even driving their two daughters away into the woods to escape the constant noise of lust. However, the house and the forest has secrets. The daughters will find out what kind of curse has fallen over their parents. It saturates the land. There is no escape from the devils’ house of sex and lust.

Sinful Sample of Sex:

Indeed, Amanda and Elliot fucked again that night. In
fact, they went right to the bedroom shortly after Scarlet left to go to hers.
Elliot couldn’t understand where his virility was coming from. He had fucked
his wife silly that day, and yet his balls ached for more.

“Don’t worry honey. I saved room for you.”
Amanda said as she pulled down his pants before he could properly close their
bedroom door.

Ravenous for more lust she hungrily feasted on his
cock. She swallowed him to his base. He grabbed her hair and helped in fucking
her lips so he could better feel his dick go all the way to the back of her
throat. It didn’t take him long to cum. He shoved his wife’s face deep into his
crotch. She could feel his cock pulse like a heartbeat as hot wads of his thick
cum filled her with nutrients. There was a lot of it, and it was thicker and
creamier than it had ever been. Amanda choked on it as she wondered how it was
possible. She backwashed and spat much of it up all over Elliot’s balls.

“I want to fuck you, Amanda.” He moaned while
waving his rock hard dick in her face. It twitched, still wanting to cum.

“I want to fuck you all night.”

Amanda tried to speak but had a hard time with so
much cum in her throat. Broken words escaped between coughs and gags but she
was finally able to say. “Honey, how can you have so much virility? That
was too much cum for me to swallow.”

“And I want to fill you with more, and I’m going
to keep on filling you over and over.” He then grabbed her, lifted her up
and onto the bed. He was hungrily aggressive as he bit and licked her all over.
He didn’t even care that wads of his cum coated her chin. Soon he penetrated
her. His cock hungered for the lust of his wife’s body. It wanted to be inside
of her and never stop feeling the pink flesh rubbing against its veins and
glands. His balls slapped against her forcefully as he fucked her rough and
fast. Nevertheless, he made sure every thrust went deep so that his dick could
feel all the intricacies of Amanda’s vaginal walls. None of this stopped him from
biting and licking her. He almost bit and held onto her with his teeth like an
animal.

Amanda cried in agony and ecstasy. She cried out in
moaning pleasure, “Please stop, not so rough, you’re hurting me.”

Yet, she could not deny that she loved the feeling of
his thick cock. Every vein and wrinkle of his cock slammed into nerves that
sang, “Yes!” It was her turn to cum, and though her stepdaughters
were in the house, she cried and screamed in orgasmic bliss. It was the best
one so far. Squirting juices with her orgasm was something she had never done
before. Nor did she expect so much would cum out and spray Elliot’s dirty
balls. It gave him a reason to pause to watch her tremble under the weight of
her own bliss.

“God, you ok?” he had to ask.

She let out a weak and trembling, “Yes.”

He couldn’t resist getting back inside her again,
even if his cock slapped against a wet sopping mess. Her body trembled and
recoiled. She was sensitive to his aggressive touch. Her words beguiled her
body as she cried, “Please fuck me more. Your cock, it feels so good. I
think it’s getting bigger.”

He did. He tried to be slower and more cautious this
time so that his squirming wife could catch her breath. However, the pleasure
quickly became too much for him. The closer he came to cumming the faster and
harder he went. Amanda only continued to wiggle and cry out beneath him. Then,
all at once, her body tensed up. She let out a long and terrible cry. She did
not squirt as much this time, not as much as Elliot. His roar far mightier than
hers, echoing through their bedchambers as if some primal beast had just made
his presence known. Their daughters probably left the house to escape its fury.

“Oh my god,” Amanda cried, “I can feel
your cum… Oh, Ahhhh!” she let out a roar.

Sweat poured off her brow and she took the time to
pant. “Honey… ahhh! You’re still cumming! How is it possible?”

Elliot only grunted in response as his dick surged
five to six more times, overflowing his wife’s pussy. He finally pulled out of
her, squirting more ropes over her stomach as he did.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe it. That feels so
good,” he said exhausted while rubbing and yanking on his still very hard
cock.

“Jesus, are you ok? That was a lot of cum. Your
dick looks swollen. It feels swollen. It’s so big” Amanda asked while
rubbing her own cum covered vagina.

“Yes, I feel fine. I feel better than fine. I’m
ready to go again honey - All night long,” he said not wasting any time to
get back on her.

For being exhausted, panting and sweating, his energy
didn’t show it. If anything, he was more aggressive than before. He fucked her
as if his life depended on it. His hips a blur of action as he roared wanting
to feel his cum surge out into Amanda’s pussy again. The cum he had already
filled her up with foamed and frothed around his dick.

“Honey, Honey! Oh honey, I don’t know if we
should. Your dick it feels so swollen,” she cried as she tried to push him
off. Her body was too weak with pleasure. It shook and trembled, anticipating
another orgasm.

Elliot didn’t reply. He only ravaged her breasts with
gnarling teeth without ever slowing down the tempo of his thrusting hips.

“Honey, ah god, your dick is filling me up. It’s
stretching me wider. Oh, oh, ow, it’s stretching me too much… and too deep.
Oh fuck, too deep.”

He did not listen. He just fucked and fucked. Even
though he was beginning to hurt her, she came again. The foaming cum sloshed
about between their loins. They were both sweating and panting, but he would
not slow down and she did not have the strength to stop him. Steam seemed to be
filling the room. Fortunately, a cool draft came from somewhere. Amanda grabbed
and clawed at the grass and soil beneath her and looked at the warm glow of the
moon above them. All she could truly pay attention too was her husband’s cock.
It felt so huge. It was only getting bigger. Her pussy ached with pleasure and
pain.

What were all these stone structures all around them?
There was a daisy sprouting next to her face from the soft, well-kept grass.
The air smelled of dew. An owl hooted in the distance.

Her husband didn’t notice.  He was growling and roaring with his head
buried in her bosom. All he could think about and all he wanted was sex. To
fuck until there was no possible way for him to cum again.

“Elliot, please… please stop. I don’t… I
don’t know what is going on,” she could barely say.

He would not stop. He growled and snarled in response
while his cock grew ever thicker, threatening to tear her apart. She tried
again to pry his face from her nipples. Finally, she was able to lift his head
into the light. It was not her husband’s face looking back at her. A hideous
monstrosity with a wide toothy grin smiled back at her. His eyes were pale,
while the exaggerated furrow of his brow made him look sinisterly wicked.

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Sample Story:

Playing Cat and Willing Mouse

That cat was responsible for their disappearance. It
took my sister Amanda first. It was she and my sister Carolyn who first found
and adopted him. Amanda followed it downstairs thinking he wanted to be fed.
Instead, he lured her outside and out into the woods. For three days we looked
for her, and then the cat returned again, showing up in Carolyn’s bedroom. I
tried to warn her that there was something amiss about that cat, warn them both
since the day they brought him home. And then Carolyn disappeared right from
her own bed. I heard her screaming from her room, but her door was locked from
the inside. By the time I managed to get inside, she and the cat were gone.
Yet, in another three days he returned. It was then that I knew he came for me
next.

He knew that I knew something wasn’t right. He did
not play the sweet, innocent kitty as he did for my sisters. Instead, he
stalked around my house at the odd hours of the night. I don’t know how he gets
around, or into my bedroom to watch me in my sleep.

He terrified me with his smiling grin that is
unnaturally wide and lined with sharp teeth. It is a wicked smile, and I
thought it was filled with malice. I am not wrong, but it is not the malice I
originally thought it to be. I think the beast planned to seduce me, or perhaps
even rape me. He once belonged to a witch; after all, there can be no other
explanation for the things that happened around him. He is not the typical
black cat. His coat is laced with stripes of silver and it is very shiny. The
way it reflects moonlight cannot be natural for any creature of his size. Oh,
let me not forget to mention his eyes have a green glow. The glow is subtle and
usually can only be seen at night. I don’t know how my sisters missed that.

I wonder what he did with my sisters and the maid,
who was the third to disappear. She tried to get rid of him. Yet, while driving
him to the shelter; well let’s just say she and the Mercedes I let her borrow
are still missing.

I am certain that they are all still alive. The
screams of my sister Carolyn were not out of pain or fear. She was screaming
out in pleasure. I didn’t think anybody could scream like that out of pleasure
but… I have seen that creatures cock. Some weeks ago, he attacked me in my
sleep, and he could have taken me then, but he is toying with me. He woke me
suddenly, the full moon was bright and shining through my window so that I
could see his gleaming white grin. He had grown in size and had large razor
claws like a tigers. He shredded my sheets and blankets and lacerated my
nightgown to ribbons. I’m surprised I have less cuts and scratches than I do.
Here is one on the left side of my stomach that is pretty bad and another on my
right breast. The left breast, well that’s a tooth mark where he bit down and
suckled.

I woke up with a start and there he was slashing. I
was barely awake to understand anything. Until he stopped and was licking
between my cleavage.  Just licking and
purring very loudly, but his smile was as wicked as ever. I think he was
licking the blood that he had caused to ooze from my veins. My blood was
pumping very excitedly as you may well imagine after such a sudden event. I
didn’t dare move. I tried not to breath. With something that big with teeth and
claws like knives, you tend to let the kitty be. If he wanted to lick me, well
then that’s the least of my concerns.

That wasn’t the night I got see his cock, though I am
sure I felt it poking against my thighs. No, that night he just licked and
purred while suckling my breasts. He stared at me with menacing glowing eyes
that warned me not to move. The sharp slits of is pupils were like daggers into
my soul, pinning me down. When he saw that I was going to behave, he crossed his
arms and sat down squarely on my stomach with his legs stretched out between
mine. For the next few hours, he licked and suckled. He dug his tongue roughly
into me breasts. The texture of his tongue didn’t help, as it was as rough as
one would expect from a feline. Then there was his playful biting where his
nipping teeth clamped onto my nipples. I did not get much sleep that night. I
only lay there holding my breath and hoping that I did not make this creature
upset. He just licked and smiled as his furry paws kneaded into my stomach.

After a time, he stopped. He licked his paw, cleaned
his whiskers and disappeared into the dark. I still couldn’t move. You have no
idea how big he was, or how big his claws and teeth were. I’m surprised he did
as little damage to me as this.

When the sun finally brought light to fill my room, I
scanned everywhere before getting out of bed. There was no way for him to get
into my room, and no way for him to leave. If it weren’t for the scratches and
the torn bed sheets, I would have never believed it to be anything more than a
dream.

He let me know he was real. Next time I might not be
so lucky, so I left. I have other villas in Europe
where I can stay. Yet, even though I packed lightly and left that same day, he
followed. Nay, he was already waiting for me.

It was the second encounter that told me I wasn’t
getting away. I was his mouse already caught, and he let me know it. It had
been a long exhausting flight, and when I got to my home away from home, I
wanted a nice hot shower.

It wasn’t even night! There was still plenty of late
afternoon light coming in, and the bathroom was bright and cheery. Yet, I never
saw him come in. I know I wasn’t paying attention, with water in my eyes and
all, but I would think I would have noticed something before he opened the
shower stall and pinned me against the wall. There he was with his sinister
smile looking me down again, and here I thought cats didn’t like to get wet.

I guess he wasn’t much of a cat anymore, not in the
way he was able to stand and grab me as he did. Sure, he still had striped fur
that now seemed to glimmer with a bit of purple as it became wet and saggy from
the steamy rain coming down upon us. He still had the grinning smile with long
whiskers, his big glowing eyes with the dagger like slits, and the sharp claws
and razor teeth. However, he did not use them this time.

Again, he stared at me and I did not move as he
pressed his wet fur up against me. Tighter and tighter he pressed me against
the shower wall while hot steam filled our chamber. Then he began to sink low,
still smiling as he looked up at me as his wet chin went down my cleavage. His
muzzle slid all the way down me until he was nuzzling my wet mound. His
whiskers bristling against my fuzz, and then that tongue of his went to work
again.

Oh my god, the roughness of his tongue and the hot,
roaring sprays of the shower playing against my clitoris: Right away I was
stung with such a sensation that I almost collapsed down alongside him on the
shower floor. This creature, this feline monstrosity with his terrible grin,
was a master artisan of womanly pleasure. I understood then why my sisters had
decided to keep this beast, or why the maid disappeared. Did they know about
this? They must have, but why did they keep it a secret from me?

The papillae of his tongue, were grabbing hold of my
clitoris and then his tongue would fold all around it. I don’t think his tongue
barbs were like a normal felines. What am I saying? He isn’t a normal feline.
He is like a creation that only Lewis Carol could think of. A creature of mad
lust, whose tongue I think is made for mad stimulation. The hot, steamy waters
cascading down onto me, oh I just wanted to melt. However, he held onto me and
kept me pinned up against the wall. It also helped that he had me seated on his
paw. His thumb rubbed around my pussy lips while a well-placed claw from a
forefinger extended into my anus, awakening me out of my stupor whenever I
slumped down too low. Oh yes, he kept me squirming. I came so many times. I
came until I passed out. Only when the shower’s water turned ice cold did I
wake up from my encounter.

He was gone by then. Nonetheless, after that strange
encounter, there was no way I could turn him down. I haven’t had it that good
for a long time, and I definitely never had a man who took me with such
savagery. It made me feel like a beast, and I never knew I craved to be fucked
like one.

That was his plan. That’s what I think he did with
all my sisters; he turned them into animals and made them members of his pride.
He wants me next, he wants his harem to be big and strong, and he wants to keep
the family together. Me and my sisters are stronger when we are together, we
always have been. I wouldn’t own the many mansions and villas that I do without
them. We take charge and get what we want. Now we have a beast of a man; a
wild, mad lover to fulfill our instinctual needs. It will be a nice change from
the corporate bureaucracy, and it’s time for me to retire anyway.

And so, the third time I encountered him he was
waiting for me. I think it was a test. A test to see if he had successfully
proven himself as a mighty alpha, a king of beasts, through his sexual powers
alone. He was just sitting there grinning at me. Knowing he had passed, and it
was now that I truly beheld his cock. It was a bright purple thing, quite
strange and bizarre. The shaft bulged wider as it got to the tip which was
covered in strange barbs. I remembered then that a cat’s penis was supposed to
be barbed, but this was not quite the same. Yet, he wasn’t quite a cat, a
mockery of it to be more matter of fact.

His fur was purpler now, with pinkish stripes instead
of silver. It still had a wonderful shine. His ears curled a little, and his
proportions were strange all around. Again, he smiled his wicked smile that was
wider than his face should hold. I should have asked him then what he was or
where he had taken my sisters, but I knew that I would get those answers soon
enough.

I take it back; I did ask the question, not with words,
but with my willingness to give into his spell. After the shower experience, I
couldn’t help but pay him back. It was his devious plan all along. He knew it
too, as he sit outstretched in my deep octagonal shaped alcove window. Beyond
it, I could see the French plane trees swaying. The view was like looking into
a portal to a strange wonderland, and he was the guardian in the middle.

So I tried to bring my cougar charm and prance up to
him with my seductive stride, but his imposing nature still made me wobbly in
the knees. My mind arguing about what it was having my body do as I slowly
lowered myself between his outstretched, purple legs. His long tail with its
fluffy tuft at the end swished and swirled around me as I took his big, purple
penis into my hands. It was warm and moist, and the barbs weren’t so much barbs
as they were large triangle shaped studs. They felt firm but not overly hard,
and rubbing my fingers around them made me realize how wonderful they would
feel. Surely, my sisters were screaming in absolute pleasure from having these
poke around inside them.

I was getting excited. Their touch between my fingers
aroused me something fierce. It was like getting a new exotic toy, but this one
was warm and alive. I put it in my mouth trying not to think anymore about
where I wanted to put it. However, its texture on my tongue was just as wild as
it was over my fingers. I wanted to keep in there, twirling it on my tongue,
inside my cheeks, and have my lips constantly run around those triangular studs.
Never have I had such a strong desire to suck on something since my young
childhood days when I sucked on my thumb.

I convinced myself that I had to feel him inside me.
I was getting very wet at the feeling of this magical purple penis with its
wonderful texture just from it being inside my mouth. I wanted to rip it out of
my lips, jump on him, and feel that wonderful texture puncture my insides.
First, let me suck and twirl it on my tongue just a bit longer. The taste,
texture and feeling as it tickled the roof of my mouth; every time I thought I
would pull it out, I found myself sucking just a little longer.

He of course just purred, smiled and then he came. I
sucked too hard and too much. I hadn’t realized I was bringing him so close to
release. I was so busy enjoying the texture that I wasn’t paying attention. Now
it was vibrating and pulsing like mad, and thick cream filled my mouth. It was
as pleasant as the shaft that I milked it from. His flood was thick and filled
my mouth and throat quickly. Yet, I still found myself unable to relinquish his
wonderful delight from my mouth. Even when he finished and his last spurts
trickled down my throat, I still sucked, licked and swirled it around. It
wasn’t until he began to fade away like a ghost that I found myself forced to
stop.

It confused me, and I tried to ask why his sudden
departure. Yet, as always, he just purred and smiled his usual grin as he left
me there to stare out of that window into my garden with its swaying trees.

He is not done with me, I feel certain of that. The
next time will be the last. He will surprise me like always. Maybe next time it
will be in the garden or out by the pool. Where or whenever, I shall be
waiting. It’s his turn to take me while I wait. First, I want a taste of his
cock again. He can lay over me and bury his furry balls into face, I don’t
care. As long as I get to suckle that wonderful texture one more time, and
while I’m at it he can lick my clitoris like that time in the shower. What a
double whammy that will be. His tongue and his cock, oh what excitement!

After we both cum, he can finally have me. I want him
to take me like he owns me. To be like the monstrous beast he has shown me to
be, I want him to grab me by the back of my neck while I howl from that purple
cock of his. Those triangular studs will make me howl just as they had made my
sister howl. All the while, he will be smiling and purring like always. He will
tease me, as I demand him to go faster, but instead he will tickle me with it.
He will slowly move it around, and I will love every moment of it. Since it was
in my mouth I can only excitedly imagine the texture of his cock inside me, or
how my sex is going to react wrapped around it. Oh, how I can’t wait for him to
appear his final time, and to fill and bathe me in his seed. I envy my sisters
who are waiting for me to join them.

Little Devils Do Me Again. Part 2 is out, Now working on Part...

Little Devils Do Me Again. 

Part 2 is out, Now working on Part 3.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZN655YY

Synopsis:

Her house is haunted. Something not unwanted. You see, little monsters live in her closet and under her bed. They bothered her nightly, “come play with us,” they said…
Therefore, she did, and found between their little legs quite the massive surprise.
But to deal with devils has its risks as well as its rewards. Now she is their servant, and a member of the harem to their lord. Bigger devils await her in the dungeon. These ones are far bigger than those she met before. Flee she must to find the exit gate. If she is caught she won’t be ready for the sex and lust they have in store, and alive she will be no more.

Sample: 

Cumming! Sheila came again. Pleasure constantly shot
from her pelvis up through her tummy. A radiating pleasure spiked every time
she came and it caused her body to tremble. Each of these spikes made her
womanhood more sensitive to the sensations of touch. Sheila could feel every
lump and bump of the strange cocks sliding in and out of her. She could map out
every detail as the flesh of her vaginal walls suckled hard against the firm
flesh of gremlin cock. She had gotten so good at it that she knew which gremlin
by name was fucking her without ever having to open her eyes and look behind
her to see who mounted her next. Four months had now passed since she first
encountered the monsters that lived in her closet. Every night she had been
letting them fuck her. That is all they wanted to do, that was all they ever
did. Sheila would sneak into the basement at night to go into their secret
chambers so as not to wake the other members of her household while she moaned
in ecstasy throughout the night.

Tonight was still young. Gub was the name of the
gremlin doing her now. He was the third to mount her this evening and he was
about to release his load. Would he pump it inside of her, or pull out and
grease her backside? It didn’t matter. By the end of these nightly sessions,
she would be dripping with cum. Then when the sun rose and she left her hidden
world of dark delights the cum would evaporate off her skin as if by magic, and
her little monsters disappeared as though they never existed at all. “Were
they even real?” Sheila had wondered. Maybe they were the creations of a
repeating dream that would not stop haunting her. Maybe she was insane,
inflicted with a mental illness that made her feel tired but fulfilled each
day.

“Cumming!” Gub cried.

Shiela moaned with him and clenched the dirt and
sand.

Gub had decided to pull out and she could feel the
warm ropes of jizz coat her backside. Gub made a loud, “Aahhh,” with
each spurt and spray. He then quickly crawled off her and scurried to greet her
lips with the tip of his throbbing cock.

“Here, I kept last spurt just for you.” he
said while clenching the base of his deep purple dick tightly.

Some spooky erotica for this Friday the Thirteenth.Monstrous...

Some spooky erotica for this Friday the Thirteenth.

Monstrous Lust: Little Devils Do It In my Closet.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XVKLD61

Little monsters live in her closet and under her bed. They bothered her nightly, “come play with us,” they said. But their games were quite naughty, such devilish delights. They did it on her dresser. They did it under her bed. They did it wherever they could. At least that is what she said. They wouldn’t leave her alone. They were persistent and they nagged. Until finally she said, “fine, alright, let us have fun tonight.”

Sample: 

What was at the end of the cramped tunnel surprised
her. It opened up into the mouth of a cavern. Everywhere there were mushrooms,
large and small, all of which gave off a phosphorous faint blue light. It was a
dim light, but there were so many mushrooms that Sheila could see everything
just fine.

The cavern continued forward, traveling downward into
nameless depths and getting narrower as it went until reaching a point where
ghastly green water flooded it and barred further passage.

“Don’t go there,” Nat said, “Maybe
explore later, but fishy ones maybe too much for you now?”

“Fishy… ones?” Sheila asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s play now,” Nat
said as he turned to face her with a familiar grin.

There were more than just mushrooms in this cavern.
All the other gremlins were waiting here too. They lounged on glowing cave
mushrooms that lined higher up on the cave walls. None were up to their usual antics
of sex and mayhem. Most appeared casually relaxed as they patiently awaited the
show with Sheila at the center.

“Ok, take off clothes now,” Nat said
smiling at her with the biggest grin.

“I… don’t know. I don’t think I can do
it,” she replied nervously as she held her arms tightly around the waist
of her nightgown, protecting it as if it might somehow fall off her on its own.

“It’s ok. You come so far now. We never hurt
you. I be gentle. You see. You will like,” Nat said, taking her by her
hand and insisting she followed him over to large grouping of mushrooms. He was
not aggressive. He tugged more like a child excited to show something to her.
Like a resistant mother, she slowly let herself be dragged along.

“Sit here,” Nat demanded.

“Here?”

“Yes, make you comfortable; soft and
spongy.”

Slowly and hesitantly, Sheila sat on the glowing
toadstools. She didn’t think it would support her and jumped when she thought
it was slumping under her weight. It was just soft and spongy like Nat had
described. The fungal material squished as it molded around her butt and
thighs. Nat waited for her to rest her back comfortably against other mushrooms
clustered behind and to the side of her. He then crawled up onto her toadstool
trying to push her legs apart so that he could be in-between them.

“Don’t resist him,” said a cute feminine
voice typical of the females of Nat’s kind. One of them had snuck up on Sheila
and was now sitting close to her on her right side.

“He just going to pleasure you,” said
another who snuck up on her left.