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Monstrous Lust: Two Sisters’ Ghost Story of...

Monstrous Lust: Two Sisters’ Ghost Story of Lust

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079KJ1CBB

“Monstrous Lust: Two Sister’s Ghostly Story of Lust” is the perfect combination of E.M. Beastly’s two short stories “Monstrous Lust: Monster Movies for Adults” and “Monstrous Lust: Touched in the Dark.” Read as the two sisters’ Heather and Genie each go on their own lustful journeys side by side as a terrible old house scares them with naughty delights.

Samples:

Heather spent the next couple of days secretly trying to find this hidden channel of porn but to no avail. She even dared to ask friends if maybe they too had accidentally stumbled upon this unlisted broadcast. She only succeeded in having them look at her funny because of how nervous she was in trying not to reveal the lewd contents of her discovery. Then they made fun of her when she failed and blurted out she had watched a man getting his dick sucked on the TV. None seemed particularly shocked by what she had watched. One girl name Hilda attributed the channel to a secret ‘paid-to-view’ porn channel that Heather’s mother probably paid a monthly subscription for her viewing pleasure.

“You must have just come across it because she forgot to relock, or re-hide the channel, or maybe it was due to a glitch. Whatever the case, porn isn’t exactly hard to find on cable these days. My brother broke through our parental blocks months’ ago,” she explained.

That explanation would have probably sufficed, and Heather would have eventually forgotten about it and moved on to more constructive things. Except this evening the naughty channel would find her. It started after Heather lost interest browsing the array of reality TV shows and reruns. Therefore, she decided to give up the ghost early and find something more intellectually stimulating. When she turned it off, turned away and moved to go upstairs to her room, the television continued to blurt out songs and sounds. Heather, a bit confused, paused. She was sure she had seen its pictures turn to a quiet black upon touching the remotes power button. Maybe she was mistaken and had not sufficiently pushed it. Yet, as she turned around to redo the errand, she is welcomed by familiar images on the screen from that lewd night of before.

This time the man was putting his mouth on the woman’s genitals. She was lying down comfortably on her back with her legs spread and knees bent. Kneeling with most of his body out of sight, the man poked his head up from the side of the bed to hover over her wet snatch, which she eagerly spread wide. His tongue was grotesquely long, and had already done much to make the woman’s tight pussy lips slick and shiny with saliva.

Something was no doubt at work here; something abnormal that succeeded in acquiring Heather’s attention. She sat back down in the recliner, mesmerized more by what was playing on the TV screen than what was going on between the two playing in it. The tongue-lashing given to the woman’s vulva was not as intriguing as the cock sucking from that first night; even if the man’s tongue lashed wickedly about the pink flesh. Heather had so many questions, but she knew the TV would not answer. All she could do was watch to try to understand why this unadulterated porno decided to broadcast itself to her on its own.

She looked over her shoulders to make sure neither her mother nor sister was nearby. Her mother was working in her office, so she would not have to worry too much about her. However, her sister had gone down to the basement to do laundry. She had done so not that long ago, therefore, she would not have a lot of time to watch before her sister would come back from her chores. They both hated the basement, so she would not stay down there longer than required.

Worrying about her self-preservation allowed her senses to return and she quickly turned the TV off again. The volume of the sexual moaning was enough to concern her that her sister may have already heard it.

Again, as she turned to leave, the television brought her attention back to it. She was absolutely certain that this time the power was off. A third time she tried to turn it off, but this time it would not respond. She tried to change the channel or at least mute the volume, but the remote acted as if the batteries died.

The man licking and kissing the poor squirming girl’s vagina seemed to peer out at Heather with a mischievous grin to mock her. It was a highly creative camera angle for such a low budget porno. It made the viewer have the same point of view as the woman getting her pussy licked. The camera even bobbed in a convincingly organic way to simulate the woman’s head as she moaned and shook from an orgasm. It was a convincing orgasm too. If there was one thing Heather was not a virgin at, it was pleasuring herself; something she had been doing frequently since she first saw this mysterious broadcast.

She did not have the time to sit and watch where this raunchy scene was surely headed. Nonetheless, she yearned to see the penetration of that manly cock into that small vagina. Seeing this woman’s flesh stretch against the pressure of such a monstrous invader between her legs had been the persistent distraction of Heather’s wet dreams. She just did not want her sister to catch her enjoying the view.

She tried the button on the TV, but it also would not respond. She hit the side of television with her palm a couple of times and tried both the channel and volume buttons to no avail. She looked over her shoulder with each action she took, hoping not to see her sister standing there with disgust on her face. That was what she was envisioning in her mind, and she really did not want to have to try to explain this to her. Her sister’s attitude was on edge as of late. Heather knew it was this house doing it to her. Genie really did not like this house, and she seemed more distressed than usual. This television was only going upset her more, especially now that unplugging it had no effect. Something truly weird was going on as Heather sat dumbfounded with the unplugged cord in her hand.

Heather felt like running away, not in lieu of this paranormal activity, but because her sister would be coming up the basement stairs any moment now. All the adult action on the TV screen was still just as crisp as ever. The camera view was still looking down upon the wickedly smiling man who was in the middle of a second round of lashing his tongue around her clitoris. There was something inhuman about the way he was looking back into the camera. Heather was not so sure he was looking into the camera at all. She felt he was staring back at her. As he did so, he seemed to transform. His ears grew longer, and his teeth grew sharper. The tongue whipping about the wet pussy lips grew longer and lance-like. His eyes became large and glowing. With cat-eyes he stared at her with a wicked hunger that only lust could sate.

Heather was deeply terrified, and yet, she was mesmerized; almost hypnotized. She felt like she was the one in the video. Her pussy was the one being licked, and it was making her panties wet. Yes, she was terrified, but she wanted to see this demon’s cock. She wanted to see virgin flesh stretch and squish as something huge spread through them. The fear was exciting her. She never felt like this before. Heather did not know what to do. All she could do was sit and watch things unfold. But the devilish looking man just kept licking and sucking. He teased her relentlessly. The woman kept moaning and groaning, and the camera kept bobbing in a way that made Heather feel that she was the one in the picture.

“Where the hell are you sister?” She wanted to scream, but she could not move. She could only watch and get excited over her swelling anticipation.

Then the woman screamed out in such orgasmic delight. The demon had done something wonderful with his long lancing tongue.

“No, no wait, that scream came from the basement. That was my sister!” Heather said to herself as the sound snapped her out of her stupor. Reality came back to her. She felt she had been dreaming. The television screen was black; it had no power. Heather wondered if it had ever been on at all, or what she had seen on the screen had not just been a fevered vision.

Yet, her sister’s screams were very real, and they were coming from the basement.

***

These night terrors had to stop, but Genie had no idea how to make them. The only one who seemed to believe her that the house was haunted and playing dirty tricks was her sister. Heather said she was dealing with her own weird occurrences and would rather not emphasize what her supernatural misgivings were made of. If they had any of the same elements as her own, where the lights would go out and then some monstrous equine creature would taunt her to touch its dick, then yes, Genie could understand why her sister did not want to emphasize on her own events. Still, Heather was taking this much better than she was, and that made her worried. To top it off, her mother was no help. There was nothing she could say or do to convince her mother that something was wrong. Whatever was going on in this house only seemed to affect her and her sister.

“Lights don’t just turn themselves off,” Genie mumbled to herself, “Unless it’s a goddamned power outage.”

She had got into the habit of carrying a flashlight around with her. It was just a small pocket sized one. She took it out quickly from underneath her pillow when her nightlights stopped working. Her nightlights all had sensors that allowed them to turn on or off without needing a switch. Genie hoped that would stop the supernatural force at work from being unable to affect them. The ghost could just have unplugged them all, but it chose to knock the power out instead.  

“Ok, stay calm.” she told herself as she flicked the light several times to make sure it really was not working. She went into the hallway and did the same with its switch just to make doubly sure.

“This could be normal; just a regular old power outage. Maybe a fuse has blown, or maybe a circuit breaker has been tripped?” she continued to tell herself, hoping that one of her own answers would suffice. Nonetheless, no matter the answer, it was dark, and that thing lurked in the dark.

It always chose a time and place when she was most alone. Right now, it was almost one in the morning. Everyone else in the house was in bed asleep. If it had not been for the noises, she might be too. She might have ignored the clomping and thudding noises in the hall as being her sister going to the restroom. However, those noises made her realize that her nightlights were off, and that is why she was now wearily investigating.

This creature in the dark had gotten bolder. She tried to stay in the company of others, or even get out of the house as much as possible during nighttime hours. Somehow, it would always find her when her guard was down, and then the lights would go out with a click. She could then hear it moving around her. It was such a large beast. It had started to nudge her, even shoving her with what felt like its big long snout. It had not hurt her yet, only scared her. She tried to find out what it was by researching local history and cautiously talking to friends and peers. She learned this house belonged to witches long ago. The house and its land had also been a horse ranch where they captured and bred wild horses. With this former owner courting the devil, the creature stalker her must surely be some kind of demon. The history of the horses would explain its equine form of which she would sometimes catch glimpses of when the shadows were just right. Yet, as soon as light struck it, he would disappear as if he was never there.

She knew that she was going to run across him again this night; and he was definably a he. This devil was insistent on reminding her of what sex he was or about what desires he had. He was teasing her inappropriately, making her touch his monstrous manhood. He would then whisper in some horrible half-human voice on how he was going to make her one with him and the others. He spoke how the time would soon be at hand, and when it did, he would be at full power, and she would not be able to resist him. It tempted her with promises that she would eventually not fear him, but would come to long for and desire him. He would bring her pleasures not of this world.

He had been haunting her like this for a month. He only haunted her in a confined or isolated room where he could turn off the lights. Now, at this late hour, he had the whole house to use in spooking her. She was surprised she had not yet seen him or had to chase him off with her protective little light.

“Heather, Heather wake up.” she said while violently shaking her sister awake. Heather was fast asleep, unperturbed by the darkness or the noises that went bump in it.

It took her a whole five minutes to roust her sister; even then, she was groggy and zombie-like. “Genie…what, what is it?…What…what time is it?” She said drunk with sleep while squinting her eyes hard against the harsh beam of the flashlight.

“The power is out Heather. Remember that thing I told you I saw in the basement, the thing that haunts me in the dark? I know it’s responsible. It’s got to be,” she explained. She expected her sister to scoff at her remarks, even be angry with her for waking her over such a dumb idea. Yet, Heather only sat there trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes while attempting to put her thoughts together.

“Alright, alright, whatever, you’re afraid of the dark. My big sister is afraid of the dark. Ya, you can stay in my room or whatever. Just don’t wave that light around so I can sleep…Actually, I need to pee now that you woke me.” she said struggling with the words before stumbling out of her bed and onto her feet. She dragged herself to her rooms light switch and tried to turn it on as though she had forgotten what Genie just told her about the power.

“Oh right, the power is why you’re here,” she said after clicking it on and off a few times in sleepy confusion. “I guess I’m going to need your light so I can pee.”

Genie didn’t really care as long as she was near someone. The creature only pestered her when she was alone. Things were fine until they got to the hall bathroom where Heather asked if she could borrow the flashlight while she did her deed.  

“Look, we’re sisters. It will be fine if I go in with you regardless if you’re using the toilet.” Genie argued.

“You’re also my older sister, my now eighteen year old sister, who shouldn’t be afraid of the dark.” Heather groaned in protest.

“We’ve been over this. Please, you know just as much as I that something is wrong with this house.”

“Yes, well it isn’t bothering me like it is you. I think the ghost, or whatever, is just teasing. So can I go pee in peace? I think that should be enough of a payment for you waking me and staying in my room.” Heather said holding her hand out expecting her payment in kind.

Genie sighed in frustration over her sister’s lack of understanding before replying, “Fine, let me go find another flashlight, because I’m not going to stand in the dark while I wait for you.”

‘Ugh!“ Heather moaned impatiently, but she knew the matter was settled. Genie was not going to give up her flashlight.

It took some time but they finally were able to fish another one out of the hall closet. As her younger sister went about her business, Genie waited nervously just outside the bathroom door, swinging her flashlight like a sword to battle the shadows.

“Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” She whispered loudly through the door, but her sister had decided to ignore her after her first response of, “I’ll be done when I’m done.” This left Genie no choice but to continue defending herself from the shadows.

Standing in the dark, even with her sister so close, caused her to jump at even the tiniest noise the old house dared to make. She knew that the creature of shadow had to be watching her nearby. The hallway was narrow; too narrow for a large equine anything to fit in. Nonetheless, Genie was already experienced with him appearing in the most unusual of places. She had seen the outline of his ghastly head appear in the darkness of her closet once when she was searching for her robe. Because of that, she blocked access to her closet with boxes and clutter, and keeps the clothes she regular wears in her dresser drawers or elsewhere safe and in the light. She just knew something like the closet incident was going to happen now.

She kept yelling at her sister to hurry. Her constant pestering led to a noise to come from the farthest end of the hallway. It sounded like she accidentally just woke her mother.

“Damn it,” she thought. She did not want to do that. He mother was not at all disturbed by the house, and would not have anything to do with her childish beliefs of monsters living in the shadows to get her.

Still it would be nice to have the brief company instead of being alone; even if it she was about to get scolded. She pointed her flashlight down the hall hoping she was right, and hoping to hear her mother yell at her for all the commotion she was making. It appeared her mother’s door was cracked slightly open, which allowed a warm, welcoming halo of flickering light into the hallway.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Genie sighed in relief and went to flip the hallway light switch. However, when she tried it, no lights came on. She paused, and wondered what those lights were that flickered into the hallway. She also realized there were noises accompanying that light. They were subtle noises. Little moans and groans that at first had such long pauses between them that Genie had to strain her ear to make sure the last one was not just her imagining things.

Whatever the case, it had peeked her curiosity. Before she knew it she was peeking through the crack whispering, “Mother, you ok?” in an obligatory manner. Yet, she whispered so cautiously and quietly that not even a mouse would hear.

What she saw was nothing she would expect in a thousand years. The lights flickered off at least a hundred or more candles placed on everything ceremoniously. They dripped hot wax off the dressers and windowsill, and it dribbled down the headboard and the nightstand. Only the bed and its sheets were clean from the candles and the white wax. Instead, another white substance that dribbled in white, thick gobs from a monstrous shaped and sized cock was soiling it. The beast, for that is what he was, was a hoary thing covered in black curly hair. It was not the same devil that haunted her, but a devil nonetheless: A black goat with long curling horns whose cloven-hoofed feet dug into the mattress as he stood over Genie’s mother. His legs spread bowlegged to allow his black balls to swing freely between his legs. They were huge, beastly testicles that throbbed almost with a life of their own. His monstrous cock was a massive, heinous thing that pulsed all over with squiggly veins. They pulsed to the rhythm of his orgasmic flow; shooting thick, steaming ribbons of pearly white that waxed her mother’s bare breasts in much the same way the candle wax smothered everything else in the her room.

When the final gobs strenuously pushed off the devil’s monster dick to plop around her mother’s exposed pussy, the beast with a black goat’s head then proceeded to lock his huge mouth around her mother’s face. It was supposed to be some kind of kiss. To Genie’s horror, her mother embraced the beast back with the same kind of compassion, even if the monster was sucking, or swallowing most of her face in his bestial maw.

From there his mouth slowly moved down the rest of her mother’s body. He smothered his face in his own filth as he nuzzled and jostled his mother’s plump and round boobies. His white filth clung to the course hairs of his face and beard in such quantities that when he lifted his head to smile wickedly at her mother, it dripped back down upon her chest again in the same thick gobs as it had come from his cock. It made quite the contrast to his coal black body. Genie wondered how something so pearly white could come from a body so black and damning. Again, the beast locked lips and tongue with her mother’s face, letting her taste his milk in the transference of lust-filled passion.

Genie watched in further horror as her mother went limp in the clutches of this creature. The goat headed fiend took advantage of this and began to defile her insides with his white seed. His nasty cock still had enough ichor to lubricate his massive member as it peeled its way insider her mother. Her mother’s legs kicked and squirmed as she tried to make either screams or moans; Genie could not tell. The beast’s jizz coated mouth quieted her enough that even at the doorway Genie could barely hear her mother squeal. The beast began the motions of copulation, hitting her mother hard in the womb. Genie could not see much of him penetrating her, the angle was wrong, and the candlelight lighting did not help. She was left imagining that monstrous thing pounding inside her mother, and it was a terrible thing to imagine.

The black beast thrust his hips harder and faster, lifting his ass high before bringing it down like a hammer. The bed shook, the house shook, hell, Genie could feel the vibration even where she stood. Then with a final powerful thrust, the beast stopped and her mother squirmed no more.

The beast pulled loose, his cock bubbling again with white ichor. As he did this, he also looked in Genie’s direction as though he knew she was there. He sat there with a terrible grin that only a devil could make. When he began to laugh, Genie reeled backwards into the dark hallway. She had to get out of here, that was her only thought, and she ran down the hallway and down the stairs.

Monstrous Lust: Monster Movies for Adults“The Second part of a...

Monstrous Lust: Monster Movies for Adults

“The Second part of a Ghostly Lust Story”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0797Z44TK

Sample:

Heather spent the next couple of days secretly trying
to find this hidden channel of porn but to no avail. She even dared to ask
friends if maybe they too had accidentally stumbled upon this unlisted
broadcast. She only succeeded in having them look at her funny because of how
nervous she was in trying not to reveal the lewd contents of her discovery. Then
they made fun of her when she failed and blurted out she had watched a man
getting his dick sucked on the TV. None seemed particularly shocked by what she
had watched. One girl name Hilda attributed the channel to a secret
‘paid-to-view’ porn channel that Heather’s mother probably paid a monthly
subscription for her viewing pleasure.

“You must have just come across it because she
forgot to relock, or re-hide the channel, or maybe it was due to a glitch.
Whatever the case, porn isn’t exactly hard to find on cable these days. My
brother broke through our parental blocks months’ ago,” she explained.

That explanation would have probably sufficed, and
Heather would have eventually forgotten about it and moved on to more
constructive things. Except this evening the naughty channel would find her. It
started after Heather lost interest browsing the array of reality TV shows and
reruns. Therefore, she decided to give up the ghost early and find something
more intellectually stimulating. When she turned it off, turned away and moved
to go upstairs to her room, the television continued to blurt out songs and
sounds. Heather, a bit confused, paused. She was sure she had seen its pictures
turn to a quiet black upon touching the remotes power button. Maybe she was
mistaken and had not sufficiently pushed it. Yet, as she turned around to redo
the errand, she is welcomed by familiar images on the screen from that lewd
night of before.

This time the man was putting his mouth on the
woman’s genitals. She was lying down comfortably on her back with her legs
spread and knees bent. Kneeling with most of his body out of sight, the man
poked his head up from the side of the bed to hover over her wet snatch, which
she eagerly spread wide. His tongue was grotesquely long, and had already done
much to make the woman’s tight pussy lips slick and shiny with saliva.

Something was no doubt at work here; something
abnormal that succeeded in acquiring Heather’s attention. She sat back down in
the recliner, mesmerized more by what was playing on the TV screen than what
was going on between the two playing in it. The tongue-lashing given to the
woman’s vulva was not as intriguing as the cock sucking from that first night;
even if the man’s tongue lashed wickedly about the pink flesh. Heather had so
many questions, but she knew the TV would not answer. All she could do was
watch to try to understand why this unadulterated porno decided to broadcast
itself to her on its own.

She looked over her shoulders to make sure neither
her mother nor sister was nearby. Her mother was working in her office, so she would
not have to worry too much about her. However, her sister had gone down to the
basement to do laundry. She had done so not that long ago, therefore, she would
not have a lot of time to watch before her sister would come back from her chores.
They both hated the basement, so she would not stay down there longer than
required.

Worrying about her self-preservation allowed her
senses to return and she quickly turned the TV off again. The volume of the sexual
moaning was enough to concern her that her sister may have already heard it.

Again, as she turned to leave, the television brought
her attention back to it. She was absolutely certain that this time the power
was off. A third time she tried to turn it off, but this time it would not
respond. She tried to change the channel or at least mute the volume, but the remote
acted as if the batteries died.

The man licking and kissing the poor squirming girl’s
vagina seemed to peer out at Heather with a mischievous grin to mock her. It
was a highly creative camera angle for such a low budget porno. It made the
viewer have the same point of view as the woman getting her pussy licked. The
camera even bobbed in a convincingly organic way to simulate the woman’s head
as she moaned and shook from an orgasm. It was a convincing orgasm too. If there
was one thing Heather was not a virgin at, it was pleasuring herself; something
she had been doing frequently since she first saw this mysterious broadcast.

She did not have the time to sit and watch where this
raunchy scene was surely headed. Nonetheless, she yearned to see the
penetration of that manly cock into that small vagina. Seeing this woman’s
flesh stretch against the pressure of such a monstrous invader between her legs
had been the persistent distraction of Heather’s wet dreams. She just did not
want her sister to catch her enjoying the view.

She tried the button on the TV, but it also would not
respond. She hit the side of television with her palm a couple of times and
tried both the channel and volume buttons to no avail. She looked over her
shoulder with each action she took, hoping not to see her sister standing there
with disgust on her face. That was what she was envisioning in her mind, and
she really did not want to have to try to explain this to her. Her sister’s attitude
was on edge as of late. Heather knew it was this house doing it to her. Genie
really did not like this house, and she seemed more distressed than usual. This
television was only going upset her more, especially now that unplugging it had
no effect. Something truly weird was going on as Heather sat dumbfounded with
the unplugged cord in her hand.

Heather felt like running away, not in lieu of this
paranormal activity, but because her sister would be coming up the basement
stairs any moment now. All the adult action on the TV screen was still just as
crisp as ever. The camera view was still looking down upon the wickedly smiling
man who was in the middle of a second round of lashing his tongue around her
clitoris. There was something inhuman about the way he was looking back into
the camera. Heather was not so sure he was looking into the camera at all. She
felt he was staring back at her. As he did so, he seemed to transform. His ears
grew longer, and his teeth grew sharper. The tongue whipping about the wet
pussy lips grew longer and lance-like. His eyes became large and glowing. With cat-eyes
he stared at her with a wicked hunger that only lust could sate.

Heather was deeply terrified, and yet, she was
mesmerized; almost hypnotized. She felt like she was the one in the video. Her
pussy was the one being licked, and it was making her panties wet. Yes, she was
terrified, but she wanted to see this demon’s cock. She wanted to see virgin
flesh stretch and squish as something huge spread through them. The fear was
exciting her. She never felt like this before. Heather did not know what to do.
All she could do was sit and watch things unfold. But the devilish looking man
just kept licking and sucking. He teased her relentlessly. The woman kept
moaning and groaning, and the camera kept bobbing in a way that made Heather
feel that she was the one in the picture.

“Where the hell are you sister?” She wanted
to scream, but she could not move. She could only watch and get excited over
her swelling anticipation.

Then the woman screamed out in such orgasmic delight.
The demon had done something wonderful with his long lancing tongue.

“No, no wait, that scream came from the
basement. That was my sister!” Heather said to herself as the sound snapped
her out of her stupor. Reality came back to her. She felt she had been
dreaming. The television screen was black; it had no power. Heather wondered if
it had ever been on at all, or what she had seen on the screen had not just
been a fevered vision.

Yet, her sister’s screams were very real, and they
were coming from the basement.

Monstrous Lust: The Devil’s Garden of Dark DelightsAnother...

Monstrous Lust: The Devil’s Garden of Dark Delights

Another Monstrous Collection of Forbidden Lust

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078NPXZJ4

After some rounds of unsuccessfully releasing this earlier. I have finally managed to get it out, but if you like erotic tales inspired by Lovecraft and his infamous mythos? Would you like such tales to be full of taboo monstrous encounters of lust and carnal delights? If so, then E.M. Beastly’s ninth bundle is here to delight. These stories are about terribly sinful encounters where eldritch creatures lure women into realms unseen by mortals. Such as “What Lurks Down in the Bunny Hole,” when police investigate he disappearance of sweat Hazel Hare. However, Hazel may not have been as sweat or as innocent as anyone thought when she attempted to lure her boyfriend into a den of monstrous lust. Then there is the “Cat of Ulthar’ in which a house wife tries to save her husband from a curse, only to be caught up in the curse herself; a delightful curse of new sensual tastes and devilish, taboo sins of the flesh. 

Sample:

Yes, it wasn’t since I answered the call that I had danced the night
away. My god and my guide had shown me many things but refused to share me with
any of them. He was all those things, including the dark and terrible things
that skittered on the edges of the ‘meadow of wonders unseen.’ He was a
terrifying black goat, a devil in disguise. When viewed in the shadows he was a
monster through and through. He took us all just like one, whenever the moon
dipped behind a cloud. A man who was not a man, a beast who was not a beast; in
the darkness he limbs became twisted and gnarled. His black coat was not the
fluffy brown fur full of warmth and smelling of flowers or meadows. In the
shadows it was greasy and dirty. His maw is full of sharp gnashing canines not
befitting a grazing goat-man. His horns are wicked thorny things. His lust goes
from being passionate to savage. Yet, still me and my mother embraced him. For
though he may not have been the same kind of crawling, slimy, skittering thing
that was only hinted at haunting that dark forest we passed, I think I am into
this kink. Even when I behold the frightening flashes of his visage in the dark
I still find I want to feel and taste him.

His little cohorts on gossamer wings, they too transform. They become
bugs, wasps, and other crawling things. I shriek when one lands upon my
shoulder as I help Pan pin down and lick out one of my sisters dripping pussy while
I make her devour mine. My mother and grandmother only laugh, for they are far
more used to these things. I forget they have walked this dark path well before
me. I then remember the cursed of Shendilavri, and the terrible poisonous
pleasure the Nightguants could bring. What happened to those who got taken away
after many nights of living the same day over and over in fear? Why it was
this!

The little creatures creep and crawl all over us, but I know they mean no
harm. For all their terrible new appearances they are still here to dance and
pleasure me. Their small bodies are no longer soft and warm, but hard and
prickly. They pinch me now more than ever before. Little claws and talons grab
my nipples firmly and at the height of climax upon my guides dripping spear,
they make sure to make my nipples sting. I can feel their venom burn my insides
and it only makes me horny. My sisters are stung and bit just the same as they
wait their turn, and it drives them to hiss and bite at each other as they tear
me off the savage goat so that they can rub their bodies in the soothing cream
still spurting from our lovers crooked cock.

Back and forth this game goes between wicked and wild. The games are the
same every night; it’s only the game pieces and the chess board that change.
Pan is the lead man, the guide who shows us how it is done and how much
pleasure is to be gained. I try every position and every taboo act. My mother
is there to help me. She helps hold me down and relaxes me when I try to take
him for the first time up the ass. My grandmother, old and experienced, shows
me all the best moves to pleasure him, and how to edge him slowly to climax but
keep him teasingly away from ever doing so. My sisters join in and all together
we pile and fight on top of each other, forcing him to choose which one he has
to dance with first. We know that we are all equal, but sisters do what sisters
do.

For many nights I lived with my family in my new home in a glen hidden
by magic and mischief. The house was filled with many more secrets and many
more wonders, but in the end I was his. Never did it grow old when under the
full moon we would dance together. He would take us all together and his cohort
of playful fairies would always accompany him. I enjoyed the special evenings I
had with my mother who I hadn’t seen for so long. I admired her body that I
inherited as she stood with her back up against our guide and lover. She tasted
of my own flesh when she was lifted up by him to sit high upon his throne to be
his queen. I, her princess would give my respects and kiss the union where the
bodies intertwined. I reveled in the nights my sisters would all join in a
circle as our great god showered his warm filth upon each of us. I loved the
savage night when the moon was new and the darkness turned him into a terrible
creature that we let hunt us throughout that strange house. The rest who didn’t
get caught listened and waited as whoever was found screamed and hollered while
Pan the devil ravaged them; shaking the very timbers of the house’s foundation.  

Nonetheless, the years went by. I was happy and the nights were filled
with pleasure. Still, I grew restless. Pan was a fine and wild companion, and
his cohort danced and sang always for my entertainment. Nonetheless, I found
myself sitting in the widow’s peak of this place, looking out into the forest
and meadows he once showed me. I remembered his warnings and wondered if it
wasn’t possible to escape. There were other things out there waiting to be
tried, and new experiences to behold.

Pan
tried to convince me not to go, but he did not try to stop me. It was the same
with my mother and my grandmother who also pleaded, but did not bar my way.
They warned me that I may never be able to return. Old age and death would grip
me and the world would turn cold and gray. I had my fun and it was an
interesting journey, however, it was nothing more than a fantasy. So with a
heavy heart I had Pan lead me back, and leave me where he found me. The old and
familiar was strange to me, but reality is what it is. There was still time to
move forward. Perhaps I could raise a family of my own with a daughter and her
siblings. I would show them just like how my mother and grandmother before me showed
me the forest and fields behind my home when we used to sit in the widow’s peak
of this old home. I will tell them the stories of Pan and his lovers and of the
glens and magical places that are hidden and can only be revealed with the
right guide. Maybe, when the time is ripe, they too will answer to his beck and
call when the moonlight is bright and ghostly.

Touched in the Dark “Two sisters’ ghostlylust...

Touched in the Dark 

“Two sisters’ ghostly
lust story” by E.M. Beastly

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These night terrors had to stop, but Genie had no
idea how to make them. The only one who seemed to believe her that the house
was haunted and playing dirty tricks was her sister. Heather said she was
dealing with her own weird occurrences and would rather not emphasize what her
supernatural misgivings were made of. If they had any of the same elements as
her own, where the lights would go out and then some monstrous equine creature
would taunt her to touch its dick, then yes, Genie could understand why her
sister did not want to emphasize on her own events. Still, Heather was taking
this much better than she was, and that made her worried. To top it off, her
mother was no help. There was nothing she could say or do to convince her
mother that something was wrong. Whatever was going on in this house only
seemed to affect her and her sister.

“Lights don’t just turn themselves off,”
Genie mumbled to herself, “Unless it’s a goddamned power outage.”

She had got into the habit of carrying a flashlight
around with her. It was just a small pocket sized one. She took it out quickly
from underneath her pillow when her nightlights stopped working. Her
nightlights all had sensors that allowed them to turn on or off without needing
a switch. Genie hoped that would stop the supernatural force at work from being
unable to affect them. The ghost could just have unplugged them all, but it
chose to knock the power out instead.  

“Ok, stay calm.” she told herself as she
flicked the light several times to make sure it really was not working. She
went into the hallway and did the same with its switch just to make doubly
sure.

“This could be normal; just a regular old power
outage. Maybe a fuse has blown, or maybe a circuit breaker has been
tripped?” she continued to tell herself, hoping that one of her own
answers would suffice. Nonetheless, no matter the answer, it was dark, and that
thing lurked in the dark.

It always chose a time and place when she was most
alone. Right now, it was almost one in the morning. Everyone else in the house
was in bed asleep. If it had not been for the noises, she might be too. She might
have ignored the clomping and thudding noises in the hall as being her sister
going to the restroom. However, those noises made her realize that her
nightlights were off, and that is why she was now wearily investigating.

This creature in the dark had gotten bolder. She
tried to stay in the company of others, or even get out of the house as much as
possible during nighttime hours. Somehow, it would always find her when her
guard was down, and then the lights would go out with a click. She could then
hear it moving around her. It was such a large beast. It had started to nudge
her, even shoving her with what felt like its big long snout. It had not hurt
her yet, only scared her. She tried to find out what it was by researching
local history and cautiously talking to friends and peers. She learned this
house belonged to witches long ago. The house and its land had also been a
horse ranch where they captured and bred wild horses. With this former owner
courting the devil, the creature stalker her must surely be some kind of demon.
The history of the horses would explain its equine form of which she would sometimes
catch glimpses of when the shadows were just right. Yet, as soon as light
struck it, he would disappear as if he was never there.

She knew that she was going to run across him again
this night; and he was definably a he. This devil was insistent on reminding
her of what sex he was or about what desires he had. He was teasing her
inappropriately, making her touch his monstrous manhood. He would then whisper
in some horrible half-human voice on how he was going to make her one with him
and the others. He spoke how the time would soon be at hand, and when it did,
he would be at full power, and she would not be able to resist him. It tempted
her with promises that she would eventually not fear him, but would come to long
for and desire him. He would bring her pleasures not of this world.

He had been haunting her like this for a month. He only
haunted her in a confined or isolated room where he could turn off the lights. Now,
at this late hour, he had the whole house to use in spooking her. She was
surprised she had not yet seen him or had to chase him off with her protective
little light.

“Heather, Heather wake up.” she said while
violently shaking her sister awake. Heather was fast asleep, unperturbed by the
darkness or the noises that went bump in it.

It took her a whole five minutes to roust her sister;
even then, she was groggy and zombie-like. “Genie…what, what is
it?…What…what time is it?” She said drunk with sleep while squinting
her eyes hard against the harsh beam of the flashlight.

“The power is out Heather. Remember that thing I
told you I saw in the basement, the thing that haunts me in the dark? I know
it’s responsible. It’s got to be,” she explained. She expected her sister
to scoff at her remarks, even be angry with her for waking her over such a dumb
idea. Yet, Heather only sat there trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes while
attempting to put her thoughts together.

“Alright, alright, whatever, you’re afraid of
the dark. My big sister is afraid of the dark. Ya, you can stay in my room or
whatever. Just don’t wave that light around so I can sleep…Actually, I need
to pee now that you woke me.”
she said struggling with the words before stumbling out of her bed and onto her
feet. She dragged herself to her rooms light switch and tried to turn it on as
though she had forgotten what Genie just told her about the power.

“Oh right, the power is why you’re here,”
she said after clicking it on and off a few times in sleepy confusion. “I
guess I’m going to need your light so I can pee.”

Genie didn’t really care as long as she was near
someone. The creature only pestered her when she was alone. Things were fine
until they got to the hall bathroom where Heather asked if she could borrow the
flashlight while she did her deed.  

“Look, we’re sisters. It will be fine if I go in
with you regardless if you’re using the toilet.” Genie argued.

“You’re also my older sister, my now eighteen
year old sister, who shouldn’t be afraid of the dark.” Heather groaned in
protest.

“We’ve been over this. Please, you know just as
much as I that something is wrong with this house.”

“Yes, well it isn’t bothering me like it is you.
I think the ghost, or whatever, is just teasing. So can I go pee in peace? I
think that should be enough of a payment for you waking me and staying in my
room.” Heather said holding her hand out expecting her payment in kind.

Genie sighed in frustration over her sister’s lack of
understanding before replying, “Fine, let me go find another flashlight,
because I’m not going to stand in the dark while I wait for you.”

‘Ugh!“ Heather moaned impatiently, but she knew
the matter was settled. Genie was not going to give up her flashlight.

It took some time but they finally were able to fish
another one out of the hall closet. As her younger sister went about her
business, Genie waited nervously just outside the bathroom door, swinging her
flashlight like a sword to battle the shadows.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” She
whispered loudly through the door, but her sister had decided to ignore her
after her first response of, “I’ll be done when I’m done.” This left
Genie no choice but to continue defending herself from the shadows.

Standing in the dark, even with her sister so close,
caused her to jump at even the tiniest noise the old house dared to make. She
knew that the creature of shadow had to be watching her nearby. The hallway was
narrow; too narrow for a large equine anything to fit in. Nonetheless, Genie
was already experienced with him appearing in the most unusual of places. She
had seen the outline of his ghastly head appear in the darkness of her closet
once when she was searching for her robe. Because of that, she blocked access
to her closet with boxes and clutter, and keeps the clothes she regular wears
in her dresser drawers or elsewhere safe and in the light. She just knew
something like the closet incident was going to happen now.

She kept yelling at her sister to hurry. Her constant
pestering led to a noise to come from the farthest end of the hallway. It
sounded like she accidentally just woke her mother.

“Damn it,” she thought. She did not want to
do that. He mother was not at all disturbed by the house, and would not have
anything to do with her childish beliefs of monsters living in the shadows to
get her.

Still it would be nice to have the brief company
instead of being alone; even if it she was about to get scolded. She pointed
her flashlight down the hall hoping she was right, and hoping to hear her
mother yell at her for all the commotion she was making. It appeared her
mother’s door was cracked slightly open, which allowed a warm, welcoming halo
of flickering light into the hallway.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Genie sighed in
relief and went to flip the hallway light switch. However, when she tried it, no
lights came on. She paused, and wondered what those lights were that flickered
into the hallway. She also realized there were noises accompanying that light.
They were subtle noises. Little moans and groans that at first had such long
pauses between them that Genie had to strain her ear to make sure the last one was
not just her imagining things.

Whatever the case, it had peeked her curiosity. Before
she knew it she was peeking through the crack whispering, “Mother, you
ok?” in an obligatory manner. Yet, she whispered so cautiously and quietly
that not even a mouse would hear.

What she saw was nothing she would expect in a thousand
years. The lights flickered off at least a hundred or more candles placed on
everything ceremoniously. They dripped hot wax off the dressers and windowsill,
and it dribbled down the headboard and the nightstand. Only the bed and its
sheets were clean from the candles and the white wax. Instead, another white
substance that dribbled in white, thick gobs from a monstrous shaped and sized
cock was soiling it. The beast, for that is what he was, was a hoary thing
covered in black curly hair. It was not the same devil that haunted her, but a
devil nonetheless: A black goat with long curling horns whose cloven-hoofed
feet dug into the mattress as he stood over Genie’s mother. His legs spread
bowlegged to allow his black balls to swing freely between his legs. They were
huge, beastly testicles that throbbed almost with a life of their own. His
monstrous cock was a massive, heinous thing that pulsed all over with squiggly
veins. They pulsed to the rhythm of his orgasmic flow; shooting thick, steaming
ribbons of pearly white that waxed her mother’s bare breasts in much the same
way the candle wax smothered everything else in the her room.

When the final gobs strenuously pushed off the
devil’s monster dick to plop around her mother’s exposed pussy, the beast with
a black goat’s head then proceeded to lock his huge mouth around her mother’s
face. It was supposed to be some kind of kiss. To Genie’s horror, her mother
embraced the beast back with the same kind of compassion, even if the monster
was sucking, or swallowing most of her face in his bestial maw.

From there his mouth slowly moved down the rest of
her mother’s body. He smothered his face in his own filth as he nuzzled and
jostled his mother’s plump and round boobies. His white filth clung to the
course hairs of his face and beard in such quantities that when he lifted his
head to smile wickedly at her mother, it dripped back down upon her chest again
in the same thick gobs as it had come from his cock. It made quite the contrast
to his coal black body. Genie wondered how something so pearly white could come
from a body so black and damning. Again, the beast locked lips and tongue with
her mother’s face, letting her taste his milk in the transference of lust-filled
passion.

Genie watched in further horror as her mother went
limp in the clutches of this creature. The goat headed fiend took advantage of
this and began to defile her insides with his white seed. His nasty cock still
had enough ichor to lubricate his massive member as it peeled its way insider
her mother. Her mother’s legs kicked and squirmed as she tried to make either screams
or moans; Genie could not tell. The beast’s jizz coated mouth quieted her
enough that even at the doorway Genie could barely hear her mother squeal. The
beast began the motions of copulation, hitting her mother hard in the womb.
Genie could not see much of him penetrating her, the angle was wrong, and the
candlelight lighting did not help. She was left imagining that monstrous thing
pounding inside her mother, and it was a terrible thing to imagine.

The black beast thrust his hips harder and faster, lifting
his ass high before bringing it down like a hammer. The bed shook, the house
shook, hell, Genie could feel the vibration even where she stood. Then with a
final powerful thrust, the beast stopped and her mother squirmed no more.

The beast pulled loose, his cock bubbling again with
white ichor. As he did this, he also looked in Genie’s direction as though he
knew she was there. He sat there with a terrible grin that only a devil could
make. When he began to laugh, Genie reeled backwards into the dark hallway. She
had to get out of here, that was her only thought, and she ran down the hallway
and down the stairs.

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Deep in the forest there is a house full of dark desires. Its long history of carnal acts and dirty deeds has now been recorded in a hefty tome composed of 30 stories by famed dirty minded author E.M. Beastly. It contains over 500 pages of the most wild and exotic stories of lust you will ever find. These are not your average stories of steamy romance and hot passion. Inside these pages the men are always monsters. Even when they press their bodies up against there victims they remain furry, frightening and wild.

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So Many Wolves: My
Feral Lover Part 3

Shani came into the glen that her sister Camille had
taken her into so many times over the course of four years. It was her turn to
be with the wolves, and with her mate Fen. He was a werewolf that Shani had watched
mate with her sister many times over. She gained her sexual education by
watching them have sex in every conceivable position and raunchy, taboo act of
intercourse that could possibly be done between a man and a woman.

She wanted to join in and let Fen take her. They
wouldn’t allow it, always telling her it wasn’t her time yet. She wasn’t old or
educated enough. Shani really believed it had more to do with her sister
enjoying her squirm as she sat on an old rotten log with only her own hands and
fingers to pleasure herself. On those cool moonlit nights she wished that Fen
with his dark warm coat of fur would smother her to keep her warm as his giant
red cock filled her pussy, rocking against her insides all night long. She
tried to simulate it with fingers, but they didn’t have the strength, girth, or
force of his meaty wolf cock. Nor could her fists replicate the knot of wolf
meat at his cocks base that rammed Camille’s clitoris night after night. Then
there were the powerful orgasmic explosions of his white, thick cum. Four years
ago it looked disgusting; she was the type of girl who didn’t like slimy, icky
things. The savage monstrous viewings of her four year education changed that.
She had received small tastes of Fen, and was allowed to feel the hot splashes
of his essence from time to time. It had awakened some feral beast inside of
herself, and now she wanted to be flooded inside and out by the hot sticky mess
of her feral stepbrother.

That looked to be a greater reality than she could
ever imagine on this night of her eighteenth birthday. Fen’s pack was all here
in the glen she had gotten so familiar with. There were many of them, at least
ten or so. They were all werewolves like her stepbrother; massive in body,
covered in fluffy fur, with broad shoulders carrying wolf  shaped heads set with dark eyes gleaming with
either silver or golden irises. Their eyes glowed brightly in the night, even
brighter than the full moon that always seemed to linger in this magical place.

This was her first time meeting any of Fen’s pack
mates. He only let her and her sister know that one day they would all come
here to share their flesh. Fen always said that this forest was full of
secrets, and that those secrets would be revealed in time; for a werewolf shares
his mate with all. Shani hungered for this night because her reward should make
even her sister jealous. Camille may have got to fuck Fen first, but his pack
was her virgin soil to explore.

Shani’s body shivered in excitement and anticipated
fear. There were so many, all like Fen but also so different. Some had white
fur, some black, there were even some reddish-brown wolves in the pack. Like
their fur, so too did their cocks come in a variety of colors. Shani was used
to seeing Fen’s bright red cock swollen with his hot crimson blood. She thought
that was naturally the color of all werewolf meat, but apparently they could be
blue, black and silver. Only their shape and impressive size remained
consistent between the wolves waiting for her. Oh how they waited for her,
proudly howling at the moon with massive meaty knots swelling at their bases.

“It is time…” Fen said in his gruff voice
while his furry paws gripped her waist from behind. She could feel his
throbbing cock poking her, and she could feel his heart beating like a wave out
of his chest and into her.

“Are you nervous?” he continued with
genuine concern. He was an intense person both in and out of wolf form, but he
had always cared for both Shani and her sister in a quiet and stoic way. Shani
was originally very scared of his intense stare and immense nature, but four
years of getting to know him better let her fall back comfortably into his
silver fur to await his meaty appendage.

“Not if you lead the pack.” she said
smiling over her shoulder.

Without another word, as was his quiet and stoic
nature, he spun her around and lifted her up to begin licking her warm pink
flesh. She was already naked; all except her shoes, that is, for walking in the
forest to this destination. Her young virgin pussy wanted the preparation of
coitus first created with warm licks of Fen’s long tongue. She felt like her
body was screaming with glee at his forbidden moist touch. He lifted her,
spread her, and laid them both down in the flowers and weeds of the glen in one
elegant and fluid motion of his body as he licked her kindly. Shani knew he
would start this way, for he was a gentleman. He always tried to make sure she
was comfortable and happy, even if all she was doing was watching him and her
sister mate like animals. The other wolves of the pack would have to wait, but
they panted with excitement. Shani knew it would get wild soon enough when she
found herself in the middle of this mating frenzy.

Until then she was getting something she had waited a
long time for. She could remember the very first time she watched Camille take
a tongue licking. Fen stared at her with his glowing eyes the whole time he
licked her sister’s wet pussy lips. His tongue may have skillfully lapped at
Camille’s juices as it stroked her clitoris, but the whole time he did it his
eyes were focused on her. He always wanted to mate with her, and it took him a
great deal of control to restrain himself from taking her now like his bitch in
heat. He was fighting his desires to spring up like the beast he was, and start
savagely thrusting his cock deep inside her virgin body while clamping his maw
down upon the back of her neck. She had seen him loose control on Camille so
many times before. With the twitching of his anticipating body, even his usual
long and delicate tongue strokes were wavy and sloppy, she knew he would soon
give up this delicate foreplay and be the first amongst his pack to fill her
with his seed.

It did not help his eagerness to see two of his
wolfen brothers come to join in. A great white wolf came up and propped up her
upper body so as another jet black beast could extend his ebony cock to her
lips. Fen became wide eyed at the interruption, but was still able to do his
licking without pause. He was trying very hard not to let the animal inside him
take completely over as he muffled a quiet growl. “Did Fen really want to
share this moment?” Shani had to wonder.

Now a more pressing issue was at hand. Her first
werewolf cock wanted her to suck it. It was black as the beast’s fur who wielded
it. If it wasn’t for its glistening wetness shining in the moonlight, or the
pearl white pre-cum dribbling from its tip, it would have been hard to see in
the dark night. Its pungent meaty odor was powerful and it made her recoil due
to its strength and distinct uniqueness. Her new playmate would not be denied,
holding her head firmly so she would not get away.

The black shaft disappeared quickly between her lips.
It was moist and salty with a strong pungent flavor like licorice. Shani knew
it would be something she would have to get used to. Even Fen’s pungent aroma
was of such strength to overwhelm her senses even though his cock had been
pleasing her sister. Now to have it in her mouth was a, “Wow!”
experience. It did not gag her, but she did have to spit it out and re-ready
herself to try again.

She took the second swig slower and much better,
allowing her self to get accustomed to the flavor as she dapped and swirled the
shaft with her tongue. It was difficult to focus; Fen’s tongue was working on
her without the same timid carefulness she was trying to perform. The black
wolf helped her find her rhythm with his paws holding her against him. He was a
bit forceful but she did not protest. It allowed her to enjoy Fen’s tongue
more. Without this new black mate, she would never find this perfect rhythm of
union. She relaxed easily and began to release her garbled moans out between
the black cock sliding around on her tongue and Fen’s tongue sliding around
inside her.

Her moans were making the rest of the pack hungrier;
she could see the other closing in with wolfen cocks raging harder than before.
Even Fen was getting more excited, too excited perhaps. His licks were getting
fast, irregular and sloppy. He was beginning to growl. “Was it at the others
for getting too close? Shani wondered. Yet, one thing was for certain, Fen was
letting his animal loose and soon he would go wild.

Before she could think or concern herself about it
further he was done licking her. She felt him it enter her. Her virginity was
now undone as she felt the pressure and power of Fen’s cock fill her body. He
was anxious to be the first, and he growled and at the others as he made sure
his cock was pushed deep inside. His knot was slamming against her. He was
already trying to push it inside to claim her. The black wolf did not seem to
protest to this, and held her head steady as Fen roared his way inside her
body. She muffled her cries against the black cock in her mouth; it was all she
could do against Fen’s rough abuse to mate with her. Her body stretched
painfully to accommodate all of him, but she was more amazed at the feeling of
fullness inside her.

God, the knot was punching against her clitoris in
exactly the way she thought it would feel like. Oh, how right Shani was about
never being able to replicate it herself. She wished she could savor it while
taking it slowly, but Fen wouldn’t allow it. Like her sister so many times
before, she was ravaged by him. He bucked and growled while making sure his red
meat was sufficiently smothered and tingled by his new mate he had waited so
long to claim. Fen’s enthusiasm wore off onto her other partner, and the black
wolf also began to speed up and aggressively fuck her lips and tongue with his
licorice dick. Shani could only lie beneath them and let them finish their
assault upon her body.

It ended like a gunshot. Two guns firing their
rounds. Shani tried to reflect and enjoy Fen’s hot seed burning her pleasurably
from within, but the sticky, pungent load in her mouth forced her to focus
there. She garbled out a moan and backwashed out a pungent load of werewolf cum
out between her lips and back along the black shaft until it was no longer
black. It dripped down in sloppy warm globs onto her breasts whose nipples were
pointed up like towers to be struck by the white lightning. It took some time
for them to both finish unloading; Shani could feel Fen’s cock wonderfully
pulsate every last drop it could. When they pungent cream stopped pouring into
her mouth and down her chin, her black wolfen mate retreated so that she could
see Fen’s Red meat locked inside her. His knot made her vulva look swollen.

"My name is Romulus,” said the black wolf as he bent
down beside her, and then without further word he began to clean her face and
breasts with his tongue. He did it so suddenly and passionately that Shani
thought this was now a romance story.
That is except he was sharing his white wolf spunk he had drowned her
with. He licked her and she opened her mouth to let his tongue inside her mouth
and they shared his taste together.

“Don’t clean her too much,” said Fen as he
grunted to pull his cock from her deflowered hole, “I want to dirty it
next.”

Romulus had to pause while Shani grunted and gasped as Fen
worked to get himself free. His efforts seemed intentional at making her feel
his hard knot strain against her vaginal walls. It hurt a little, but she had
seen him do this before with her sister, and it was oddly more fascinating to
experience the sensation firsthand. It would take some time for them to
separate, but there were many hungry wolves wanting a turn.

With a pop and a squirt Fen’s knotty cock finally let
go. Shani watched in delighted horror while her swollen vulva churn about and
deflate from the searing wolf semen oozed out from her uncorked body.  

“Wow, just wow!” her voice applauded.

“Don’t celebrate yet, my sister, we haven’t even
got you to cum with us yet. We have plans for you. Your body will taste things
not even your sister has tried.” Fen said as he, with Romulus’s aid, helped her to her feet.

“What do you have planned now?” she asked,
but was only directed to get down and work his sopping wet cock dripping from
their union. He didn’t say much, he never had to. His eyes always spoke the
words he needed to speak. Fen had always been a strong, silent type who spoke
with his powerful presence. His language now told her not to ask questions. Her
time of education was over. This was the time for her to embrace the pack.
Fen’s cock was hot, sticky and just as pungent as Romulus’s, but Fen had a different flavor. It
was more bitter and intoxicating like a red wine, the very type you serve with
red meat.  

While busy, another pack mate came to join in. This
was the one with reddish-brown fur, and he introduced his name as Marten. Fen allowed
him to come up and take Shani from behind while she busied herself with Fen’s
meat. He was gentler than Fen, taking himself slow, easy, and without forcing
his knot inside. Perhaps, because he did not want to offend Fen in some way for
his generosity in letting him be second to mate with her. Most definitely, a
pecking order was in place, and Fen being the son to Luke must be second in
command. Of course, Fen never told her these things, everything was always a
mystery with him. He seemed to enjoy making it that way.

One day she and her sister would get to know more. It
was an adventure, and today it was just the grand beginning for her. Fen’s cock
was first and Marten was second, there was still so many more to go and she
hadn’t even came yet. Fen bred her furiously too fast, and she knew he did it
because he simply couldn’t resist his urges any longer. He had waited so long
to do that to her. Now he could be calm and let the others have a go. He would
have another turn soon. Until then his cock wanted sucking and Marten would
massage her pussy with his shaft until round three.

Marten came too soon, just as she was getting to feel
the heat of her body rise to a warm climax. He made a mess of her as he whined
and apologized about his sudden finish. “It’s alright,” Fen said to
him, “I wanted to be the first to make her cum anyway.”

He placed a claw under Shani’s chin and lifted her
up. “That is sufficient. I think I want to really hear you squeal like our
rabbit.” He said with his intense eyes staring with a deep hungry lust.
“Even your sister will be envious.”

With that he lifted her up into the air by her waist,
twirled her around and stuck her messy pussy with his meat. He pulled her down
firmly until he plugged her with knotty cock. The lubrication made it easier
this time. Afterwards, he did something surprising and lay down on his back,
allowing her to rest on top of him. Rarely did he take a submissive position
when she watched him fuck Camille. However, it was also not the first time he
let her lay on him, and he had always been a soft and fluffy bed for her to
rest upon.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes,” was her obvious reply.

“Good, because now we are really going to work
hard.”

He wrapped one paw around a thigh, and with the other
he reached over her stomach and between her legs to grab his cock and her
vulva. Spreading her legs and bending his for leverage and power he began to
buck roughly. He was squeezing and yanking on his knot until it popped out so
then he would plunge it back in again with great force. It was rough and a
little painful.

“What are you doing!’ she cried out through
gritted teeth.

"Hold on, it will get better.” He replied
grunting. He held her tightly against himself with the one arm that also helped
to push out his enormous love bead he was so intent on jamming her with.

It did get easier. He was cautious, careful, and
experienced with this. Camille and Fen must have done this before. He soothed
her with his warm fluffy body and soothing words until she relaxed and let her
body swallow him over and over. Her clitoris and other sensitive areas began to
sort out the pleasure from the pain that was relaxed out of her loins. Yes, her
climax was cumming at last. Her body became more limp and spastic in Fen’s
arms.

He growled softly in content as he whispered to her,
“Yes, relax, let your body accept all of it.”

Shani had been waiting for this for so long. Fen’s
cock was wonderful in every way, and she was satisfied that she had finally got
to feel it for herself. It was this climax of melting in his arms and on his
cock she had dreamed about so long. Even better, he was playing her insides
with that taboo bestial part of him. His knot made her feel so naughty, and now
it was his tool of making her squeal like his little rabbit prey.

Her mind began to melt into warmth and pleasure. Her
body was on a drug, her sense of touch through her body began to shift and her
vision began to blur. It was intoxicating.

Fen held her closer into his silver fur. Then he
began to breed faster and faster. He did not need his knot anymore. He just
slid his hot, slick shaft as fast as it could to rev up her engines further. He
had got her climax, but now it seemed he wanted to keep her in this intoxicated
state. Her body was twitching and her pussy throbbed but his dick only went
faster and faster.

Fen was growling and howling with her. He was trying
to cum again, but without stopping his furious motions. He had her fire burning
and he did not want to give it even a single moment to cool down. Yet, he had
to, his own body quaked and his cock pulsed and squirmed to release his wolf
cum. She felt him pull out and his spray was hot and thick. Fen was trying to
push his white filth out of his balls as hard as he could so that he could
plunge his meat back into her and keep up his furious pace. He must have left a
mess all over her, but she neither had the time nor the mindset to find out as
Fen roared out, “Now! Share her with me now and break her so that our
union makes her desire want no other but our own!”

Shani was in a trance, but she was still well aware
enough to see another werewolf come and place himself over top of her and Fen.
It must have been Romulus
again, god he was trying to fit his dick into her already plugged hole!

“Quickly! Fen roared, "While her body is
still loose!”

Though neither Fen’s nor Romulus’s knots penetrated her, having both
of their meaty shafts inside worked much the same way as Fen’s whole knot. Only
now twice the meaty girth could go deeper, pounding against her belly at twice
the revolutions. Romulus
was doing most the work. Fen spent his load twice now, so only gave the
occasional heavy thrust. That didn’t mean Shani was exempt; her orgasm was
still going and climbing higher into ecstasy. The fur and strong features of
her two mates rubbing against her front and back made it the best thing ever. Romulus was more than
happy to cuddle with her while his cock beat her senseless. He licked and
nuzzled her whenever he could while Fen’s arms groped and stroked her as the held
her tight. She was their cute pet now, and they were loving her with all their
fury.

On and on it went. Romulus let loose his white wolfen seed from
his black as sin cock. Only to have it replaced by Marten’s, who now pounded
her with excitement, and almost managing to pop his smaller knot in to her
during the process. When he was done in would come another, and then another,
for as long as the night would continue. Shani mind began to blur her
surrounding into one indescribable hallucinatory dream. She screamed and
struggled. It was like laughing uncontrollably hard; she loved it but begged
them to stop so that she could recollect herself. They wouldn’t let her, and so
further down the rabbit hole she went.

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Just in time for Halloween. 

“The Temptress in the Night Steed’s Garden”

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Ghostly Sample:

I wish I had that same ability as her
now. The flashlight she gave me was hardly sufficient in helping me drive away
the shadows that lurked all around me.  Everything
looked so different at night, and I almost lost my way. At one point I thought
for sure I stumbled off the path; only to nearly trip on the hidden headstones
I had become familiar with hidden in the weeds. The regular old names and dates
of the long deceased peering up at me were nothing like the ones I was
searching for near where Kalina wanted me to tie my dirty deed. I tried to
hurry down the hill and through the thickets of that haunted place as quickly
as I could without tripping or worse. The place was still and quiet, just as it
was in its gloom of the day. I did not hear or see any animals, but I felt that
I was always being watched. Interestingly, for how badly I wanted to make my
way through that odd place, it somehow exhilarated me. I couldn’t wait to get
back home and somehow find a way to express this excited feeling. Perhaps in
pencil or in pen I would draw rough sketches in a notebook for future reference
of the ghastly terrain sprawled out before me, lit only by soft rays of the
moon and my weak flashlight. I loved the lovely strands of spider silk glistening
in the bony and gnarled tree limbs that looked like terrible claws reaching out
to snatch me. The dark silhouettes contrasting deeply with the soft glow that
outlined them and the swirling heavy mist that danced close to the ground all
made me appreciate the dark beauty that I so wanted to escape from. Still, I
was determined to find my prize before I escaped and prove to Kalina, and
mostly to myself, that I could conquer my fears. All I had to do was push past
the next set of willows and…

There he was! There she was! And who were all the
others? The whole scene set up like a theatrical stage, and the moon acting
like a spotlight. I counted three… no four woman; all naked and glittering in
the moon’s rays. They were all clamoring, clawing and climbing that onyx beast.
I quickly coward back behind the willows and their shadows, not wanting to be
seen. I thought I had already been caught for the willows were not far from
where these girls were doing their thing, and these willow branches must have
made enough of a rustling to alert them to me. Yet, it was strange that I
hadn’t heard them until now. I know I didn’t because I remember reflecting on
the serene quiet that surrounded and unnerved me as I made my way carefully
through this grisly grotto. Now here in the moonlight these women were making a
ruckus of erotic sounds that I should have heard easily long before even
entering the confines of this haunted place.

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“God, how did that
devil do this to my wife? Does it have no shame?” He thought quietly as he
slumped to his workshop floor with this creature on top of him.

He wasn’t going to fight
her, he had no reason to. He was already damned. If this was his wife, his only
true love in this life who was willing to accept the things he had done, then
he would accept the things she had become. Besides, it wouldn’t be long now;
this moment was awakening the curse. Soon, it wouldn’t matter what had been
done, or that his wife was this creature that passionately kissed him.

The beast inside him
grew more anxious. His kisses grew into sexually exciting licks, grabbing her
tongue with his. “Oh yes,” his instincts told him excitedly,
“she has the same tongue like that devils. Will my wife know how to use it
like she did?” He grabbed her breasts. “Oh yes,” He said out
loud, “Your breasts are like they have always been. I don’t care that they
are fur bound.” And he took to suckling them like a kitten.

She was the same wife as
she had always been, but she had that taint on her, and his taint acted in
kind. His dick was hard and he just wanted to fuck her like an animal. He had
ever since returning from his journey, but he was afraid of the monster inside
himself. It was now releasing with a predatory fury. So much pent up anger and
self loathing at the things he had done, now turned into blissful joy.

He didn’t even have time
to take off his clothes before the changes started. Muscles bulged and fur
sprouted; wild, vibrant fur like a tigers. The changes didn’t hurt; he hardly
noticed them. It became a bit stranger to kiss his wife, and he took to licking
her like an animal, or more precisely, grooming her like a cat.

Monstrous Lust: Lovers, Monsters & their...

Monstrous Lust: Lovers, Monsters & their Seasons

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0768JTQXP

Synopsis:

Somewhere there is the ruins of a great city barely visible and hidden
deep in a wilderness that humanity has long forgotten and has long since
tread. It was destroyed long ago, and nature has done its best to
reclaim what was taken from it. Underneath the worn rubble and its
graven images lie the ruins and relics of something even older. It is
something that the now fallen empire tried to hide and then dispel as
being made of make-belief. In some places they were called fairies,
nymphs, elves, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and the Tylwyth Teg. In the Middle
East they might be referred to as Jinn or Efreet. While in Africa they
might be called Aziza. What they were, and what they were called varies
on who you might ask. What is important is that they were different and
strange. Full of mischief; they knew secrets that humanity never learned
and could never fully comprehend.
These beings came in a variety of
forms, and some would say they were not one race but many. Others
claimed they were shape-changers and skin-shedders, and could take on
any identity they pleased. Just as varied as their appearances were
their mannerisms and cultures, which could change with the seasons.
Nonetheless, it didn’t matter if they were peacefully benevolent,
mischievously malicious, or if they chose to be passionate in life or
love, be playfully whimsy, or create a society of strict laws and order;
for they were sexually charged beings with insatiable appetites.
Nobody
knows exactly why this is, let alone tries to understand their rituals.
Some speak in whispers that their rituals and ways reflect an even
older time with an even older race that dwelt there back when the Earth
was still very young. At that time before life learned how to crawl out
from the primordial goo, beings visited us from beyond the limits of
time and space. Some sources claim they had always been here and that
the budding life of our world invaded upon them and made them adapt to
us. Whichever way it was, one out of many became fascinated with life
and all its pleasures. It became a god of sorts as it crafted its
experiments in the pleasures of flesh. Its creations did not understand
that it was a selfish and lustful god obsessed with its own discoveries.
Nonetheless, they created idols in its name and continued to help with
the experiments anyway…

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Monstrous Lust: Monstrous Journey for her Flesh

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My name is Ellen Basil, and I am looking out of the tall widow’s peak from the old home that belonged to my mother and my grandmother before me. From here I can look deep into the old growth forest that stretched for many acres onto mountains and to the banks of rivers and streams. It is from here I can see the Old God calling me; he is a wild and adventurous beast. He wants to take me on a journey. I know it will be a monstrous journey filled with the forbidden and taboo. There will be carnal delights and terrible frights that I will have to travel through, but perhaps in the end I will find my paradise. I have been waiting and watching a long time, and I think I am ready to take his hand and allow him to show me things through the delights of sensual touch and play those things of a new fantastic world outside the one I know.

Sample:

So we went back into the forest and traveled further
along another path. The forest got dense, dark and frightening as we left the
verdant wilderness of Raz behind us. I become almost too frightened by the
crooked and near lifeless looking trees that surrounded us. Cobwebs filled the
branches instead of leaves and nasty things peered at us from knotholes that
seemed to adorn almost every tree. I was told as long as we stuck to the path
they wouldn’t bother us.

Nothing else was said about it as we finally passed
into a clearing. I would have liked to press my guide further on what it was we
just passed through, but I was easily overwhelmed by this new sight before me.
We were on the edge of a large circular shaped plain full of colorful flowers
of every type. The sun shown brilliantly here, never has its warm golden glow
been so pleasant or feels so wonderful upon my naked skin. It looked like any
other blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds on a perfect day. However,
something about this sky and its perfect blue seemed different. How or why, I
couldn’t say, but I felt like I would never see another sky like it.

Perhaps, it was because the dark forest we had just
passed through loomed on every side of this majestic place. The dark twisted
branches were like dirty claws raking at the edges of the sky. Their knotholes
all moaned out like mourning ghosts, and the darkness hung around them like
some sort of noxious gas.

“Do not step out into the meadow,” my guide
warned me. “No matter how warm and sunny, or how wonderful the flowers
smell, it is a trap. This is the meadow of wonders unseen. They creep and crawl
all around in the shadows of the dark places. As long as we stay on the path that
is in the shadows along with them they will not notice us. It is out there that
they watch, and out there they will see you.”

I speculated about what he meant by wonders unseen,
but as I looked about me I had a cold chill that whatever stirred around us
were not the same exotic sort from the wild land of Raz. They would not have
the kinky feral shapes or the soft fluffy bodies of those chimera that so
wanted to share their bodies in the most literal of ways. Something told me
from how alien and unnatural the sights around me were that the things hiding
from me would be hideous to the untrained eye.

“There are some who are into this kink, and it’s
not so bad in its own right. Yet, it will take some getting used to, and I have
other things to show you first.” My goatish guide said as he led us away.

I looked at him and his massive frame while we
traveled down this dark path; I noticed how terrible and frightening he truly
was. His ominous features mixed well with the surroundings. Maybe it was just a
trick of the light, or maybe he, with his jagged horns and monstrous features,
was indeed something truly nasty that I had shared the treasures of my body
with. If that was true, then I pondered what could be even nastier than this
lurking form that guided me. My imagination began to conjure up images of
spiders, worms and other slimy and skittery things. Signs that those ideas
might not be so farfetched existed all around me as we moved along the trail. I
beheld smooth round holes in the muddy earth, and glistening slime trails
scaling the deformed trees with their massive network of cobwebs covering their
limbs instead of leaves. If these things existed, and if they preyed upon those
who escaped into the beauty and warmth of that sunny meadow, then why was I
safe now? Was it because my body had already been tainted by this monstrosity
leading me forward; his inhuman seed bubbling inside of me still?

Monstrous Lust: What Lurks Down in the Bunny...

Monstrous Lust: What Lurks Down in the Bunny Hole

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075BQDHBN

Synopsis

What happened to Hazel Hare? That is what the police want to know. From a mysterious manuscript Hazel apparently deduced that doors or stairways exist between the surface world and the underworld through which demons may travel. She tricked her friend to travel with her to the location of one such portal in the middle of the night. Upon arriving, Hazel discovers a peculiar hole in the ground. Now she has disappeared and the authorities suspect foul play. However, the truth is far more sinister, and the investigation turns up a story of insidiously carnal monstrous lust.