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Sex and Monsters Bundle#7 Eldritch Desires

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Do you like weird 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 seventh bundle is here to delight. It has everything from sea monsters to ancient forest spirits to satisfy your woman in bed.

Stories Include.
The Forest Stud Returns
The Mist and the Monstrous Sex
The Dunwich Sex Horror
Shipwrecked in the Clutches of Lust
And Thus He Read the Stories Full of Monstrous Sex
….and More!

Here Try one of the stories out!

* * *

Made to Touch Lust’s Monstrous Shadow.

I had been dining with my ever-so-interesting friend,
Lora Jenkins, at a little restaurant she invited me to in some small town near
where I was currently staying. It was a chance meeting. Lora is usually too
busy, that and she is working another missing persons case. Over our food and
red wine, she spoke of little odd incidents and adventures of her profession, nothing
vital or important, of course. Lora is not the sort of private detective who
gossips with prideful zeal over her achievements in the ears of every
acquaintance, however appreciative.

Yet, when I spoke of something I had seen in the
morning papers, she laughed. “Poor Doc Holt. She is a strange and
fascinating person whom I’ve known for years - well ever since I saved a young
assistant of hers from false charges. Now they drag her into the disappearance
of this young athlete, Rachel Peeler.

‘Why are you so sure she couldn’t be implicated?’ I
asked.

Lora only shook her head with a quiet smile. 'I have
my reasons,’ was all I could get. 'But,’ she added, 'the only reason she was
suspected at all is because of the superstitious dread of ignorant people.
Don’t know why she lives where she does, she has plenty of money. She’s a
physicist and dabbles in all sorts of research, and I suspect she’s been guilty
of "showing-off”. The result, everybody swears she is now in
communion with invisible forces. Smoke?’

Lora offered up a cigarette, which I accepted, saying
thoughtfully: 'The superstitious ideas of people always do spell trouble.’

'Did in her case. They swore she sold love charms
openly that secretly were curses in disguise. That, and together with living so
near to…well… got her suspected. Anyway, I have said too much about it as
usual.’

'As usual?’ I retorted, 'you’re about as frank as a
Russian diplomat.’

She beamed at me engagingly as she rose from the
table, with a glance at her watch. 'Sorry got to run, but I have an interview
to take care of.’

I remained seated for a while after her departure,
then decided to make my way for home. However, as I walked out onto the street,
I found myself enjoying the fresh mountain air of this small little town I was
amidst. I was in no hurry, and so I decided to take a walk to see what this
rustic town had to show me. I had lived most my life in the city, and had never
gotten quite used to the serene quiet of these small country towns. There was
no hustle and bustle like you would see in the city: no heavy traffic, no
crowded streets. So late in the evening, this town was eerily quite and I found
it strange to walk sometimes an entire block before seeing another person
walking the same street as me. Admittedly, these streets were smaller than ones
I was used to. It would not take me long to walk the whole length of this town,
as it probably had a population of only a couple thousand or so. You could
clearly see the mountains and forested wilderness that hugged the town tightly
from almost every side. The shops and other businesses were all small brick
buildings, some still showing their original age of a hundred years.
Interestingly there was Swiss and Eastern Victorian influences in their
architecture rather than the usual Spanish and old western designs regularly
found in this part of the Americas.

It was nice to walk down these solemn streets without
the fears associated with the city. People here were known for their simple, easygoing
nature. The worst offences committed were the occasional outburst of drunken
revelry at the end of workweek.

Nonetheless, there was a sense of something in the
air this evening. Perhaps it was just this town. I had noticed a primal and
distinctly bestial nature to many of the native folk that distinguished this
town from all its neighbors. The few that I passed on the street, I felt that
they were watching me, even long after they had turned a corner and left my
sight. I had felt this feeling ever since entering the town to meet my
compatriot. It had intrigued me initially, giving the town a strange sense of
wonder that I did not find with other such towns. Yet, now that I chose to
explore it further in the waning evening light, the sense of wonder was turning
into a terror. It was growing by the minute, and yet, I could not put a finger
onto what was exactly causing this calamity. It was a strange and exciting
terror with its unseen hint of danger.

My sense of terror was turning into an omen than I
could not decipher as neither good nor wicked. It was only in some way that
this town, with its sordid sights and sounds, was striking me wrong. This would
never do. There is only one way to deal with an imaginative temperament, and
that is to conquer it. If I left this town set this nameless terror upon me, I
would never be able to shake it off. I would simply have to face it until I got
the better of it - that was all.

I paused on a corner with a drug store. I knew that I
was getting tired, but I hardly wanted to go inside. As I stood there, my eyes
came across a long white canvas sign; its bold letters caught my attention.

COME FEEL THE GREAT PRESENCE!

Come in! This Means You!

FREE TO ALL!

A museum perhaps? It was not unusual for small towns
to have their odd attractions; I had been to many since my incursions out here
in the West. It would also give me a place to rest a while, and fight off this
increasing obsession of nonexistent terror.

* * *

The sign pointed to a long lane that seemed deserted.
It would have me go down a lonely road at the back of the town where the
wilderness butted up against it. Walking this lonely lane only seemed to
increase my terror. It was not the townsfolk responsible now, none of them were
about me. There, in the open, lighted street under the evening sun with no
sight or sound to assail me, I was a shivering victim of such an odd feeling of
terror that I had never known before. I say terror because it was both terrific
and terrible. Walking into something unseen and unknown awakened a primal
emotion deep inside me. It told me to escape quickly before that which I did
not understand consumed me. Yet, it excited me with the anticipation for a
great surprise, and so I pressed on.

Eventually, I came to the doorstep of a large and
very old looking house. It had seen better days with its white paint peeling to
expose weathered wood panels held in place with rusty nails. The signs pointed
out to me that this was the location I sought. Yet, the windows were all dark,
except one. It had only a dim, scarlet glow coming from a small, unseen source.
There was another sign on the porch that told me I had arrived at the correct
destination, though there was no other house to be seen on this woodland lane.

Setting my teeth, and fighting with myself as with
some pet animal gone mad, I forced my steps up to the door. I half wanted it to
be closed, but no hours of business were posted. I half wanted it to be open,
for I wanted to quench this delightful feeling of dread.

The door was not locked and opened easily as I
carefully peered inside. It was at this moment that I saw a troupe of
individuals I had not noticed earlier. They were passing by from the direction
of the deeper woods and heading towards the town proper. I suspected there must
be more such homes further along, obscured by the trees. Yet, the lane
shouldn’t go that much further by how dense the wilderness had become, or how
steep the walk was getting to where I was.

In passing, one of the men glanced back at me. It
made me shudder against the door. He was a young man, handsome and swarthy, but
never in my life had I seen such a face so feral looking. It was so primal,
bestial, and savage. He had the eyes of a great predator and they were hungry.
Our eyes met and his seemed to light up with a predator’s excitement. It was as
though he had seen a worthy mate, a bitch for breeding. His transference of
hungry lust shot through me with his stare, and for a brief moment, I
understood the terrible delight that I had been feeling.

They went by, but for some distance I could see him
watching me, chin on his shoulder, until he and his friends were out of sight.

Trembling from the encounter, I felt more compelled
than ever to enter that home. I didn’t care if it was closed or if nobody was
home. I needed to get off this open lane before this strange feeling of
predatory lust consumed me. Never in all my life had I felt anything like it.
It wasn’t so much the feeling that at any moment that troupe of feral men would
come back for me like a pack of wolves, but it was the feeling inside myself
that terrorized me the most. I was hot, strangely hot, and my darkest instincts
had moistened my private lady bits. The sudden dampness of my panties was
making them uncomfortably stick to me.

Trembling from the encounter, I had to pull myself
together. I tried to scold myself for feeling so foolish and strange over the
mere glance of a passing stranger. So I snuffed out my half-smoked cigarette
and began taking in the surroundings of the establishment I forced myself
inside. It was just as old and worn on the inside. I could feel the grit of
dirt under my shoes as they rasped the floor of a bare and dirty hallway.
Listening, the house seemed entirely silent. Surely this was no place of public
amusement. More likely, it was just some old boarding house, and that I had
mistaken the signs.

To my intense relief, since coming inside, the worst
agony of my unreasonable terror had subsided. If I can find a seat somewhere
where I could rest, I might be able to get rid of it for good. I was about to
explore this seemingly empty abode, but as I was stepping out of the hallway I
heard footsteps trotting down the bare wooden staircase.

'Well?’ she said, looking at me expectantly with no
surprise at my presence.

'Oh, I’m sorry,’ I replied, 'I came here thinking
this was some sort of exhibit. Ah, what did it say, “The Great
Presence?” That was what was mentioned on the sign outside. I’m not sure I
am at the correct place or if I am intruding?’

'You’re at the right place.’

With that brief answer, she stopped and stared at me.
She was a tall, lean woman, but with a heavy stout chest with broad shoulders.
It gave her considerable dignity of bearing. For the state of her home, she was
uncommonly well dressed. Vivid colors made up her dress and she stood out
brightly in the gloom of the estate. Her vividness also stood out well with her
dark complexion and piercing eyes; eyes that were black and animal-like.

I grew tired at being stared at. 'If I’m at the right
place and this is it, well then never mind.’
I said, a bit irritably, and turned to leave.

Her sharp exclamation stopped me. 'No!’ she said, 'No
- no! Forgive my - hesitation. To think that one - one, even, has come! All day
they pass my sign - pass and fear to enter. But you are not like the other
ignorant foreign peasants. No, you are different. If you are asking if this is
the right place, then please, come in!’

The piercing look in her eyes instantly brought back
the hot, wet feeling from before. Her eyes hungry like a predator’s. Yet, there
is an emotion that we humans are cursed with. It defies are instincts; mine,
particularly on this day - that emotion is curiosity. What kind of museum could
this be that she accused the passing public of fearing to enter? Nothing too
terrible, or else it would be shut down…right?

She beckoned for me to follow her up the stairs.

'So it’s up there, is it?’ I asked, as I approached
cautiously. 'And I am to be the sole audience? I…guess that will make it an
interesting experience?’ I was half laughing now.

'The most interesting experience you will ever find,’
she said with a chillingly seductive tone.

At the top of the landing, many doors led into many
rooms. I was led to one far in the back. My host opened, went inside, and then
closed it again - in my face. I stood staring at it blankly. It was an old
door, and like the rest of the house, faded paint was cracking and peeling away
from it. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I had no more interest to go inside.
My curiosity had subsided. Whatever was behind the door was not worth seeing,
if it was it would not be hidden in such a poorly kept establishment. I turned
to leave, but the door opened and my host stuck her head out with an impatient
frown. 'Come in - hurry, come in!’ she snapped, and then she disappeared again.

'I guess she has something she doesn’t want escaping,
a pet perhaps?’ is what crossed my mind. 'Well it can’t be anything
dangerous…and she is so anxious for me to enter - here goes nothing.’ I
turned the porcelain handle and entered.

The room was not very large, and just as dark and
gloomy as the rest of the home. The room was set up like a laboratory. There
were shelves along the walls filled with bottles, specimen jars, graduates and
the like. A small table in one corner was covered in tools and complex
equipment. Perhaps the table housed spare parts for the strange device that
jutted out of the floor near the center of the room. It was a metallic pole
with wires, lights and electric panels, and was about the height of an average person.
At the top was a glass sphere that had three large prongs sticking out of it.
At the devices bottom, cables and wires snaked along the floor to attach at its
base. What was even stranger was that all this equipment was set up in a very
usable bedroom. An ornate bed was set up with its head against the back wall,
and there was a wardrobe and dresser near it. They were a stark contrast to the
cold, metallic feel of the laboratory setting. All beautifully designed out of
rich colored wood and possessing highly detailed carvings of wild and fantastic
things.

My host of dark hair, dark skin and even darker eyes
awaited me as she stood between the device and the bed. She pointed to a chair
against the wall next to me.

'Sit down - sit down!’ she said with eagerness. 'Have
no fear, this will be very interesting, my friend. Please have no fear at all -
of anything!’

She said this with her dark eyes fixed upon me like a
predator. Her words had exactly the opposite effect on me. I sat not because I
was asked, but because my knees had buckled under me. It was this room in which
I must have seen that scarlet light from outside. It was a dim glow of panel
lights and switches from the strange device next to my host. Their glow cast
down upon my hosts frame and made her light up in its deep crimson. Now I knew
the meaning of my terror, whose warning I would not heed. Now it had led me
into the lair it had in vain tried to save me from.

* * *

I was struggling with myself. Logic was screaming at
an unseen danger, but under that layer of danger was something even more
terrifying; a part of myself that seemed to know that something was coming. Something
that I wanted which hungrily anticipated with such desire as it was blindly
tearing away at my logic. I was hot, and as I sat in my chair, I could feel the
beads of sweat form upon my skin. The liquids of my body cooling me as I
anticipated what kind of strange thing I had walked into.

My host began her presentation, 'and so in wanting to
understand the relations of feelings with the fantastic images of the mind, I
began tampering in the spectrums of light of which we cannot see…’

Her voice was loud and clear. She would make an
excellent lecturer amongst a much larger audience - if only she lacked the
highly seductive tone that pulled at me like a muse. I became fixated on her
eyes and lips as she spoke. I felt them undress me with an unseen force. She
was teasing me somehow - toying with her prey. I did not know how she was doing
it, but she wielded an unfelt power that held me to the chair. The pressure was
making me spread myself open and let her collapse upon me. Such a feeling never
did I have for a woman before, and yet, I was but meek prey before this dark
eyed predator.

'As I have indicated,’ she spoke on, and I realized
she was still talking about the device. I had not at all been paying attention
to anything she had said.

'These things cannot be seen or felt by our normal
senses, not unless stimulated by certain frequencies that disrupt the
inhibitors of our minds. I have found these frequencies. They are produced
here, in this town and amongst other places. I have invented the antenna that
can pick them up.’

Suddenly, the stoop went out of her shoulders as she
drew herself erect and threw her head back and laughed. It was a wickedly
maniacal laugh.

'I won’t tell you want I saw when I tuned in on that
frequency. Why should I? You’re own eyes and body shall bear witness. But I
will say this much, when our poor, faulty senses perceive something, we say
that it is visible. When we touch something, we say that is tangible. All this
applies to what we call reality. But what of those things we see, feel and want
beyond our senses? The soul and the mind can touch and see them, and only now
with this device can they bleed into what we perceive as reality. Have no fear!’

She flipped a switch and the device quickly whirred
to life with hypnotic colors and sound. As it slowly built up strength, she
added her laugh to the devices purring sound.

'Have no fear!’ she iterated as a kaleidoscope of
color expanded throughout the room. The color was strange because it was thick
with substance. I realized it was not the machine that was making the sound,
but the colors themselves. They were filling the room, and overtaking the gloom
and the dirt until everything became vibrant and alive. I could feel it pressing
against me, such a frighteningly warm and tingly sensation.

The room transformed in much the same way as when the
morning sun seeps through a window to brighten up a day, only here the
transformation was far more dramatic. It was fantastic, like a child’s dream,
all except the thing that slithered at my host’s feet.

It was a snake, or at least that was my first
impression. Yet, as it terribly writhed, I began in excited terror to realize
it was something else. I don’t know what kind of creature it was, it wasn’t
from this reality. I knew I was looking at something highly phallic. A
multitude of long, writhing cocks which reached out from cracks and holes in
the floor that were not seen without the strange vibrant light. As that light
filled the room, more monstrosities appeared with phallic appendages writhing
about. They crept out from under the bed, and crawled their way out of the
wardrobe. Winged things were fluttering outside the windows, while others
walked or crawled. There were at least a dozen monstrous things of various
sizes within the new and vibrant room.

I felt like I was in a cartoon, everything was so
animated and visually popping. Even so, the monsters were still monsters,
regardless of how lively they seemed. Most of it was phallic with octopus like
tentacles going everywhere, but there were some stranger things. In one corner,
a foray of funny looking cartoon mice with shirts but no pants were…having an
orgy it seemed. They were well endowed for being mice and not men. There was
also a strange purple cat with orange stripes watching them. He had the biggest
grin ever for such a cat to have, and he seemed to be directing their show like
an orchestral conductor. Yet, this was hardly the strangest thing I could find.
The wardrobe grew a tree like limb, and from it a knothole appeared in which a
white rabbit jumped out. He hit the ground and began to transform, becoming a
mockery of a human shape. Soon he was an apish thing with long white ears and a
massive hung cock. He jumped into the bed and under its covers, which rustled
about for a minute, and then they began moving with the movement of thrusting
hips of two conjoining lovers. What the rabbit had found under there I was too
terrified to want to find out.

It was all terrifyingly fantastic. I was dumbfounded
and amazed, unable to speak or move. I did not know what was going on. Was it a
projection, a mere hologram created by some fancy new technology? Somehow, I
knew it was not. This was a reflection of what I had been feeling all along, a
demented, horny terror of perverse fantasy. Something I didn’t want to
acknowledge, yet, tempted me all the same, ever since I had entered this town.

My dark skinned
host was reveling in it all while the serpentine thing at her feet began to
grow, doubling in size. Long, thick tendrils with phallic heads sprouted out
like fast growing vines from the thing at her feet. Like a whirlwind, they
encapsulated my host, lifting her into the air and reaching under her clothing.
She was giggling, laughing and crying out, 'yes! Yes! Have no fear! This is
what our fantastic dreams of lust truly are.’

Her clothing seemed to dissolve as the tendrils
reached under them to pull them off. They were torn to shreds by the pressure
of the tendrils all at once pulling out and away from her body. The tatters of
her garments fluttered in the air like confetti. The cock-headed tendrils
already at work enjoying the touch of her chocolaty flesh in their own fleshy
ropes, coiled around her calves and thighs, climbed her sensual waist like
serpents, and then curled around her perky breasts into shapes like the curls
seen on a grapevine. They sprouted her high into the air where she was opened
up like a great flower budding before me.

The tendrils took root inside her body. A fat phallus
plunged deeply into her dark pussy, while another went deep down her throat;
making her moans into muffled gurgles. The rest waited there turns by
slithering and twirling on her skin, which provided an interesting and contrasting
movement of colors in the show before me.

I could feel it! I could feel that terrifying feeling
of lust touch me all over. It was hot, raw lust and not the type found in the
romance with a man. No, it was brutal, self-pleasuring, monstrous lust. The fantastic
daydreams of my deep thoughts for sexual stimulation and orgasm, brought to
life by the forbidden touch of imaginary things most absurd. It filled me with
terrible shame, but I couldn’t resist. The vivid colors and the fact that I
could feel this pleasure inside myself; it was as if I was somehow controlling
this show! The more I watched the cocks fill my host, the more I wanted to see.
I swore I could feel the sensations of her body being ravaged.

I bit my lip and my eyes were wide, soaking in that
scene for myself. I shot out my wanting thoughts to have those sprouting cocks
ravage her faster and harder. With my wish, they did just that. The one sliding
between her wet pussy lips began beating in and out of her so hard that the
flab of her vulva began to pulsate. Her breasts beat up and down, even though
they were locked up tight in the coils of the lustful madness that bound her.

The other oddities of sexual deviance paused to look
up at her. They all began to laugh and giggle in high-pitched voices with
seductive tones. Crying out, 'breed her,’ 'fuck her,’ 'cum inside and all over
her,’ 'make her cum,’ and other sexually deviant encouragements.

Though I was hot, and I felt the desire to watch this
happen, I recoiled. 'What am I doing? What is this place and how?’ I thought to
myself as I heard me whimper out the words, 'no, no stop this. What is going
on? Why is this happening?’ and though struggled to understand it, and I was
full of terror as to what was to happen to my host and myself, I was not
truthful in my words. The strange monstrous things: the purple cat, the humping
mice, the draconic wyrm flying like a shining metal ribbon in the air, they all
wickedly smiled my way. I am a rabbit in a wolf’s lair, and more and more, the
world dissolves around me as that horrible machine drones away.

My host’s gurgling moans get more intense. Then the
phallic vines begin to pulsate as they pump love juices through their lengths.
Their heads begin to pop, squirting out thick ropes of white. She begins
drinking from both stuffed orifices because she has no other choice. Drinking
until she begins leaking, and until she is so full that the cocks must pull out
and are forced to squirt their final squirts elsewhere on her body.

By then trees, vines and tentacle things have nearly
torn down the walls of the room. There is a dark, alien forest surrounding us
and I see eyes, hungry, lusty eyes lurking in that darkness. My only chance is
to turn off the machine, but I don’t know how, and so many eyes surround me.

My host, is lowered down and then tilted in my
direction. More phallic cocks invade her body, plugging into her wet, cum
ridden vagina and into her virgin ass. Yet, her smiling dark face was lowered
down to meet mine with that wicked predator smile.

'Fear nothing!’ she began speaking, and every word
rang out like a gong. 'For such things as these move about us every hour of
every day. Only you and I have seen them. These are our creations, yours and
mine. Deep in our fantasies, in our darkest consciousness, lie our most animalist
desires and fevered dreams. We keep them in check and bury them under layers of
reason, and social masks that we all adorn. However, deep in our minds we are
these things, we want these things, and thus we create these things. Entire
worlds exist just outside our thought. This one, the one my machine has
discovered, is the one of our taboo lust, our desire for physical pleasure of
the kinkiest sort.’ She moaned a ghastly wail of pleasure while trying to
exhale her words. 'Fear nothing! For this is your world too, and deep down
inside, you know you want to share it with me.’

She grabbed me and I struggled, gasping in fear at
her words. Yet, my attempts were no better than a squirming child. I was scared
but I was so hot, so wanting. I could feel that her words were true. I could feel
that the phallic tendrils that wrapped around her skin were somehow my doing,
and my creation. That the device, humming in the middle of the room, had ripped
them out of me from the deepest reaches of my mind and soul.

'Was this woman, this dark skinned beauty, also my
creation?’ I pondered as she began to work her fingers around my waist and down
into my panties. I squirmed but otherwise did not resist. I couldn’t believe I
was letting her do this. Her lips were still sticky with white filth as the
tendrils bent her down so that she could use them to further expose me. Her
tongue lapped at me. I am so hot and already so wet. I can hear the lapping of
her tongue against my wet clit and labia. I hold her head by the hair and feel
that she is also squirming - squirming in the undulating sin of our horridly
fantastic creation. Moreover, as the long, thick phallic cocks fill her,
pumping harder and harder into her dark pussy and ass, she drives her tongue
deeper into me.

I am not stopping it. Like before, I push on to
conquer my fear, but now it excites me more than ever. It excites me so much I
am unable to do anything but let these calamities take their course. I had
walked this far in the gloom; it was time to sit in the bright, vivid light.

Something else is touching me. It’s climbing up my
chair. There are so many weird wonders watching us, giggling and fucking,
smiling and plotting. It’s not one but two little creatures. They are like
gremlins or goblins maybe, but with bright scaly bodies, like lizards. Their
bodies are slim and toned a female and a male, emerald and gold respectively.
They are small like children, but their bodies are shapely and very masculine
and feminine. 'Are they my host’s creations? Her payback for what I may have
wrought on her body?’ I pondered.

The creatures climbed on to my occupied lap, and I
found I could not stop them for something had bound my hands. They began to
unbutton my blouse and take off my undergarments. The one that is obviously
female, with emerald scales, begins to lick and suck on my right teat. It is
strange that she too has breasts and nipples, though small and petite, even
though she is some reptilian-lizard thing. Then again, I did come to an erotic
freak show, and what a show it was. Her little teeth felt fantastic and
stimulating on my aroused teat. I hoped the little golden male would do the
same to the other, but he was content in just touching me in a soothing and
comforting manner. They were a strange, yet, cute couple in this wonderland of
terrible delights.

My host began to convulse, and all the strange things
cheer with glee as her orgasm reached into me. The cocks pounding her were
really getting wild, and she was bucking around like a wild mustang. It was
enough to knock me backwards in my chair. A host of flying, crawling and
skittering things scattered all around me when I landed. My hands no longer
bound. The wall behind me was completely gone and I was left looking into a
dark canopy with many glowing eyes staring down.

My host was making the most awful orgasmic sounds. It
was a throbbing, jerking sound as the tentacles pounded hard and fast into her.
Then like a cannon she blasted off and fell on top of me with a shower of hot
cum following close behind. It was a much larger load than last time; I could
feel the heavy load splash against her back after she sprawled over me.

'Wasn’t that fun? Aren’t you glad you came here after
all?’ she said with hot white fluids dripping from her sides and shoulders down
onto me. I couldn’t respond. This feeling, stronger than it ever was, had me
hypnotized. I was hot, I was horny, but I didn’t understand it. Why was I the
only one affected? This creeping desire was here long before my host showed me
this terrible devise and the fantasies it unlocked. I felt like a greater
conspiracy was at work, and I was helpless to it. Its hot desires pierced me
with a predator’s eyes from every corner. The traveler’s eyes, the one seen
walking the lane and looking back at me, they were here looking at me through
her eyes.

This mad feeling only continued as something
slithered between us - something thick and smooth. 'Is it another tentacle?’ I
wondered. I was only half right. What popped out between our combined cleavage of
chocolate and vanilla breasts pressed together, was the head of a brightly
feathered serpent. It was a beautiful thing, even if I didn’t care much for
snakes. It was just another bizarre creation of this menagerie.

It was wriggling quite furiously. The cartoony smile
on its face and pleasant hissing informed me it was at least having a good time
snuggled between us. It’s orange, red and yellow feathers tickled both our
breasts and we couldn’t help but laugh out.

'See what we have made?’ my host said laughing, 'See
what world we can create? We are gods! The world of our imagination will create
an Eden. One by
one, others will come to learn the truth. And then together we shall expand
this fantastic place.’

I could feel something else moving about between us.
It was twisting about my wet panties - trying to get in to invade my body. It
was doing the same with my host, who bit her lip and smiled, 'Ah, mmmm, yes let
us unite this way. Do you feel it, this fantastic creature, is he your creation
or mine, it is hard to say, but he wants us to use his cocks, he has one for
each of us.’

'What!’ I demanded, 'No, I can’t, I can’t do this.’

'But you must! We must share this moment, embrace it
together so that it can grow. Think of his cock inside you as being my lovely
cock, and I will think of his inside me as yours. You, me and our creation
shall create something wonderful. Feel this with me!’ and my host moaned as the
wriggling appendage found home inside her, and the snake creature between us
hissed in pleasure.

'Yes, your fantastic cock is wonderful! You make such
a wonderful guest in my house.’

'No, it is not mine.’ I protested, as I watched the
cartoonishly smiling serpent flick its tongue at me teasingly. It wasn’t the
only thing smiling. Everything in the room was gathering around; I could feel
their eyes. Predators, each and every one, chanted with giggling glee for me to
feel them.

The wriggling serpents cock was still trying to find
its home inside of me. I squirmed and struggled against it. I don’t know why,
but I was afraid of it.

'Don’t fight it, you came this far. You felt it this
whole time and still you came this far. Don’t hold back now. You must embrace
it all the way.’

It wasn’t my host speaking to me. At some time,
without my notice, she had begun sucking the big purple dick of one of the
various crazy things that stood around us. He was a half bird and half tiger
like thing, a crazy mixed up cartoon character of mixed up pieces. She was sucking
it so enthusiastically that other crazy things began probing at us with their
bright dicks, and pleading me to suck as well.

No, the thing that had spoken was the feathered
serpent between our bosoms. It spoke with the same voice as my host. 'Let us
unite! Feel me become one with you.’ He, she, whatever it was, wriggled harder
between us. My host above moaned loudly, even with a monstrous cock between her
lips.

'Was this what I wanted?’ I asked myself, 'Is this
what I created, or help create through the diabolic work of that machine?’ I
was so afraid of what the answer was, and even more afraid that I already knew
it. I was afraid of my own debaucheries and lustful thoughts. In a twist of
fate, I found them here taking living form. The wriggling, that awfully
wonderful wriggling was getting closer to fulfilling my dark desires. I could feel
it probe around my pussy lips and push against my clitoris. I could feel the
serpent wriggle all across our bodies. It’s smooth, tickling scales and
feathers so playfully arousing. So many fantastic desires giving substance and
form squawked and growled around me. Their fat, pulsing cocks of so many wild
and vivid colors telling me, nay yelling at me, to indulge in my terrible
fantasy.

The serpents cock was starting to go inside me now. I
can feel the head pushing its way in. This was happening, I was responsible for
this. The cock was so big and wriggly. It was tickling my senses. It girth
squirming deeper into me was a terrible wonder. It feels so wrong, and yet, I
am already gasping in delight. My god, I am already cumming! I think I must be,
everything is swirling, going into black, as if I was wriggling down a tunnel -
a wonderful and scary tunnel of self-pleasure. Brighter and brighter, the vivid
colors swirled in my vision. I felt a oneness with them as we united in lustful
bliss…

* * *

My friend Lora Jenkins is an intelligent and usually
very careful person. When she took a cigarette from “Smiling” Johnson,
the act denoted both intelligence and caution. With very clever work, she had
discovered traces of a powerful mind altering substance that was used to lure
his victims, such as young Rachel Peeler, to his door. Lora believed this
particular cigarette to be the mate of one smoked by Peeler before her
disappearance. Moreover, if, upon arresting Johnson, she had not confiscated
this bit of evidence, its regrettably unconscientious owner would have
doubtless destroyed it.

But when Jenkins shortly afterward gave me that
cigarette as one of her own, she committed one of those almost inconceivable
blunders which, I think, are occasionally forced upon clever people to keep their
pride in check. Discovering her mistake, my detective friend spent the night
searching for me. Her search was successful due to Andy McDermott, a young
acquaintance to Lora, whom she met about 2:00 A.M. returning from a dance.

It turns out, that McDermott was the one who had seen
me earlier on the steps of Ellyn Holt’s house where she had her laboratory. He
had stared at me, not with any ill intent, but because he thought I was the
sickest-looking, most ghastly specimen of humanity that he had ever beheld. With
the poor reputation that Holt received for being the suspect in the mysterious
disappearance of Ms. Peeler, he concluded that I was going to be another poor
victim to the doctor. This suspicion he imparted to Jenkins, who, of course,
knew otherwise. Moreover, Holt herself had disappeared. She hadn’t been seen
for two days, and some believed she had skipped town, which only added to the
suspicion to her connection with Peeler’s disappearance.

Lora knew of Holt’s home well, and on the pavement
outside found the remnant of the cigarette, which she gathered and came up the
steps. The sign with its mysterious inscription, “Feel the Great Presence’
was not at all mysterious to her. She knew that Holt had a menagerie of strange
devices and experimental discoveries that she tried to share with the general
public to ease their minds and suspicions, but of course to no avail.

When she found me, I was in an extreme depression
from waking up from my drugged sleep. I believed my adventure had been real. My
mentality in such a dreadful state from waking back into that cold, bleak gloom
of that dusty room, that I was searching among Holt’s various things to try and
get an understanding of it all. At first, I was merely annoyed at the interruption
of my purpose when she entered the room and explained everything to me. Her
explanation left me sick in the body, but in spirit, happy that the world made
sense again.

The feelings of delightful terror, the suspicion of
predatory eyes watching me, and the idea that my imaginative desires had
created a fantastic, terrifying world just outside my eyes, existed only
because of a drug-addled mind. Yet, there was problem. I was in Holt’s very
real laboratory.

'How do you account for the fact that I, who have never seen
this doctor, was able to give you an accurate description of her?’ I asked.

She pointed across the room. 'See that?’ It was a life-size
bust portrait, the picture of a dark skinned beauty, wise beyond her years.

'Upon entering,’ continued Lora, 'the first thing you saw
was that portrait, and from it your delirium built a living, speaking person.
If you had smoked the whole cigarette… well, never mind - you didn’t. Now I
think it’s high time that you interviewed a real, flesh-and-blood doctor.’

'Well, I guess I am glad it’s over, but one more thing,’ I
asked, 'you claim the reason that Holt closed the door on my face is because
she was never there to begin with. Then how was I able to see her clearly
before entering this room?’

'Your memories are just out of whack, that’s all.’ Lora
replied.

I was still not satisfied. The machine was here, just as I
remembered it, with its glass bowl dome and large prongs sticking out its top.
Its presence reactivated fresh memories. Terrified, I asked 'Do you know what
this is, or what it does?’

'No idea, but Holt has built many wondrous things since I’ve
know her.’

'Wondrous things you say,’ I replied, and then I flipped a switch and the device quickly whirred to
life with hypnotic colors and sound…

#

Monstrous Lust: Deep...

Monstrous Lust: Deep Arousal 

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Description of this story:

“Inside this letter is the final details and accounts of the last resident who lived in that house. Nobody knows what happened. The letter speaks of hidden passageways and staircases that lead deep into the earth. It also speaks of a sunless sea where things rise up out of bubbling depths. There, on secret alien beaches and shallow lagoons, in an old and lustrous game, ancient naiads play forbiddingly. The monsters are invited and so is any else who stubble upon their dark shores. Detectives were never able to verify any of the strange claims left in the letter; the mystery still remains unsolved. Nonetheless, those who visit the old home today, claim to hear echoes rising somewhere out of the deep declaring their forbidden passion and taboo lust for things long forgotten of this earth.”

Monstrous Lust: The Sleep of Dreams and Lustful...

Monstrous Lust: The Sleep of Dreams and Lustful Things:

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Sample:

They were lust’s demons of desire. Princes in their
own right with thorny crowns made of antler, and wearing shiny fur robes of the
color of black gold. Perhaps, they were brothers, or even twins. Perhaps, they
were the same being in two bodies enjoying itself with twice the pleasure it
could receive. They started out slowly with only one penetrating her deeply. His
deep long thrusts pushed against her cervix. The ancient self that Sophia claimed
she truly was awakened. Unlike the poor banker’s boy, they were going to make
her drunk with ecstasy. The first drops of that delicious elixir were already
being spilt inside her. Her body had uncontrollably reacted. Pussy juices
streamed down his cock and balls wanting to blend her ingredients to his
mixture.

His twin came to hold her from the front and she
couldn’t help but hold tightly onto him. If she didn’t, the pounding she was still
receiving from behind would have knocked her to the ground. Hard and fast, the
long dick tried to drill its way into her uterus. After each thrust, he’d pull
most of it out so she could feel the vast length of it enter her again. It
drove her senses into the wild. Her vaginal walls were set ablaze by the magic
of this dreaming. It was a difficult job for her to hold out and hope she could
outlast them. Unwittingly, they gave her the tools to signal her presence to
searching authorities, even if it took three days and two nights. She would
escape them and continue the game, but at a great cost. This place, this
institute is a dreary place where those deemed mad are sent to whither and die.

I feel sorry that she escaped them and ended up here.
I would have taken even just one day of being brutally raped by monsters of
some dark dream, than to stay a victim of the diagnoses of insanity. To be
poked and prodded by doctors and psychiatrists all convinced you’re incurably
insane. So they lock you in cold and empty rooms that lack imagination. They
tie you up in straight jackets both when awake and when asleep so you can’t
harm anybody, least of all yourself with your nonsense. Sophia said she had
become lost, but she should have never allowed herself to be found. The
creatures of the fae like dreaming should stay where impossible impulses of
wild delight are common and acceptable measures of play.

I have tried to imagine this better time when her
face was buried in the soft velvet of this unnatural creature’s chest. She only
fought them so as not to lose to the game she was playing. I didn’t understand
the rules as she tried to make me understand them then. I only understood that
even if she cried out wanting to be heard, she still willingly wrapped them in
her arms and enjoyed feeling their sensual animalistic bodies against her skin.
She drew her fingers down the ridges and valleys of the stag’s back muscles,
and then pulled them around across his shoulders and spine. She marveled at his
side oblique muscles and caressed his pecks and abs. She further examined up
his neck with her delicate fingers. There was magic in the features of that
creature who was both man and beast.

Dreams don’t just play on the senses of sight and
touch. Sophia breathed in the scent of wild things when he let her pull him in and
nuzzle her chin on his body: Such a wild scent, an enchanting scent, which
brought with it a moment of excitement. The cock inside her began another
dance. With a fast tempo it asked her if she would share in this moment of
heightened ecstasy. At the peak of climax they would both sing, but this was
hardly the end to this foray.

The buck who so warmly embraced her as he held her
steady against his twin’s final outbursts - which drizzled semen out of her
womb and down until it shook off his hanging testicles, now wanted his turn.
His gentle embrace turned aggressive. He grabbed her, pulled her closer to him
without causing the buck behind her to miss a beat. He took his time slowly
examining her with his fingers. Her back and spine, her stomach and shoulders
were all under the scrutiny of his strong hands. It was her breasts and
nipples, however, which he was most interested in. He cupped them and groped
them, and he grabbed them and squeezed them. Her nipples he pinched and tugged
vigorously until she squealed some more, but it was still not enough for him.

He took his cock and penetrated her in the same
manner as his twin. The roles reversed but the dance still forever the same.
Everything happened exactly as it did the first time with all the same motions.
A monstrous cock invaded her womb making them both sing the same song and dance
to the same beat. The one who first penetrated her was now the one holding on
to her taking his time examining her with all the groping and grabbing that his
twin had already done before. She smelt the same smells, touched the same
textures and finally let out the same cries as the twin also made their fluids
flow out of her and down his cock and sack.

They were not done. Three days and two nights would
pass because these were not the banker’s son. They were tasked to bring her to
their dark master but they were in no hurry. In their greedy lust they too grew
too tired. When Sophia’s cries had finally alerted those authorities seeking
her they did not have the strength to carry her off. They barely could hide
themselves from the approaching men with straight jackets and cuffs that would
haul her away.

Shipwrecked in The Clutches of LustStory 38 of the Monstrous...

Shipwrecked in The Clutches of Lust

Story 38 of the Monstrous Lust Saga is out now!

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Prologue

She was a radiant beauty who possessed long, wet
locks of golden hair as bright and cheery as the sunshine reflecting off the
calm green waters she was found in. The body and length of her curls twisted
around her shoulders and breasts to go all the way down to her pelvis and
buttocks, covering her shame. Yet, the erotic allure of her presentation made
those who discovered her believe they had found a radiant river naiad, or maybe
a daughter of Aphrodite who chose to rise naked and tempting from the Greys
river instead of out of the sea. It was not the first time mysterious things
had washed out onto this river’s banks. There had been a time or two when a
woman, naked and stumbling, had come out of the forested mountains with her
body marked with forbidden magic. It was likely that if this maiden of the
river ever awoke, she too would be reclaimed by whatever forces had courted
her. Some locals even said it was best to leave her be so as to keep whatever
was surely chasing her from invading the peace and privacy of the nearby small
town.

With her were the scattered remains of what could
only have been a journal, or perhaps a diary of sorts. The pages were torn and
fragile from their river voyage, and had to be carefully handled while they
were collected. When put together they told a rather complete and interesting
story. Most fascinatingly, they claimed that this woman was neither from the
area, nor had she ever visited this mountain land of erotic ghosts and
specters. Nay, her journal belonged to a seafarer traveling the coast. The only
problem, the Greys was over a thousand miles from the ocean.

The journal also had two individuals recording the
same tale, though at different periods of time. The latter had far more elegant
handwriting. Yet, their pages were far more tattered and rough. Perhaps the
river battered them more than the rest. They also told the more terrifyingly
erotic story; not pages that any child should read. They only described bondage
and monsters. Taboo and carnal, they should have been quickly disposed of,
yet… Unfortunately, it was not the first time the town had been privy to such
things. Therefore, the story was archived with all the rest….

Monstrous Lust: The Alpine Monster Sex...

Monstrous Lust: The Alpine Monster Sex Horror

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A story inspired by H.P. Lovecraft’s short story ‘The Dunwich Horror.’ In the mountain town of Alpine two sisters were introduced to a monstrous family, and would bare children that would bring monstrously taboo sins to the world. Only Ms. Warwick, a wealthy collector of exotic literature with a history with the carnal and promiscuous family of monstrous delights, can hope to fight the cosmic alien entity that will spread his seed and change the world forever.

* * * * * *

Here is a segment from my newest story.

In the following years after the annals of
Luke and Zechariah sunk indistinguishably into the life of a town both shunned
and admired for the things that went on there, Luke and his son no longer
worked on extensions to the house but instead had rebuilt an old horse stable
that burned down many decades ago. Why they had done this was anyone’s guess,
as they didn’t own any horses.

Stranger still was the immergence of large
flocks of birds descending upon the town and countryside. Ravens, swallows and
whippoorwills, the latter of which was not common to the area, flocked all
around the Rose estate. Sometimes in such great numbers they would fly circling
above the hill in ominous ring shaped clouds of feathers and squawking cries.
Other times they descend upon a house below and shortly after a new
disappearance of some young miss was sure to happen.

Luke claimed they were of a great
significance and was recorded saying to his daughters and son, “Your
mother she be a callin me and has come back from the deepest regions of the
realm. I bet she has some wild stories to tell. I am not jealous for her
playing with the others that be out there. It is my time to return after all. I
have overstayed my existence here and it is my turn to return to that place
where wild dreams play. She will be happy to learn she is now a grandmother, as
her own daughter has been favored from Yif-Phon.”

With the coming of the next full moon the swallows
and ravens descended on the Rose estate itself. Those who stayed awake heard
the wildest and most unmistakable howls and cries of a wolf. The hills crashed
with the sound of its pursuit, and the one he pursued cried and huffed out
through exhausted breath. When she was caught, the beast tore her apart and her
moans gurgled out the terrible assault until the wolf cried again with a long
wailing howl that pierced the moon. With it the swallows, ravens and
whippoorwill burst out screaming in such a cacophony that is should have awaken
the dead. Yet, those who reported on what they saw and heard were ghastly
humbled at the stories produced by those who managed to sleep and dream through
it all. Those who slept spoke of a shared dream or nightmare consisting of a
great black wolf pursuing its prey in the dark woods. A woman naked and
laughing is running away, letting herself be chased.

“It is Luke’s wife!” They would
all exclaim, “Who went missing many years ago. Somehow she seems different
from when she first came to this town wed to that man with his dark feral
stare. She is touched just like him. The forest has had its way with her. She
does not run from her husband, but gets him to follow deeper into the
wilderness.”

“In the dream I feel like I am
soaring and can clearly see everything from above.” The story of the
dreamers would continue. “Like I am looking through the eyes of one of the
many ravens or swallows that have taken up residence in the town. There are
many birds all watching, anticipating what is to come. Tanya seems to know her
way through the forest as she moves so quickly and so quietly, she seems to
outrun the beast that chases her with ease. The beast is a black monstrosity.
To call him a wolf would be an insult to nature, even if all the features are
there: The head, the great bushy tail, and even the padded feat and hands with
claws that splintered wood as he passed by each tree. The moonlight glistened
around him in such a manner as to make the darkness of his silhouette seem
ready to devour anything that passed by him. Only his eyes gave away his
identity.”

“Tanya stops in a clearing, a
beautiful wide glen with a bubbling spring and small cave opening. It is there
she waits for him by getting on her hands and knees. Letting her long hair
drape over a mossy log that she rests her chin against. The wolf approaches, roaring
and tearing his way to her; making a show that his savagery had not waned since
his time away from the forest. The trees splinter from his ferocious might and
the birds all do scatter, making the dream vision go into a flurry of rapid
movement and panicked chatter. Then he sees her waiting for him. She is primed
for him.”

“Her body is beautiful in the moon
light. Her skin shines with opalescence in the dew of the moss and the green.
It drips from her waiting sex which beckons to the beast like a warm den for
which he can rest for the night. He approaches it carefully, wishing to examine
it first. All his savagery is gone now, as though it was never there. He pets
and strokes her. I really must be dreaming, for when did a dog pet its
master?”

“He sniffs her, tastes her and wraps
her in his fluffy warmth. He takes his time working his way to the sweet den of
hers, surveying all the flesh around it first. He starts at the middle of her
back, tingling her spine. Gracious, what a long tongue he has! He works it up,
down and through her shoulder blades. Tanya smiles and almost seems to purr at
his work, letting him do what he will. He goes down to her ass to chew softly
on her healthy cheeks, but still he shies from her waiting sex. He teases her
by going down a leg. He spends some time on a thigh. His long canine tongue
catching her trickle that runs down it. He collects the rest of her sweet dew
from the cups behind her knees and even moves on down her calves onto her feet
and toes. His lapping between each digit tickles her, and she loses composure
to his playfulness. Finally, after all of this, he goes in with his tongue and
kisses to explore the feminine den she’s inviting him to stay the night in.”

“In he goes, snout and all, enjoying
the wild flavor that she has acquired since she has been gone. Where she has been,
what she has done, even in dreaming it is not revealed. Wherever it was, the
town and its people are not far from it. The dream is more than a vision or an
omen; it is a torment. My eyes are bound to the messengers of 'that’ place that
force me to endure this union of unholy lust. My sensibilities are repulsed,
and yet, my body yearns to have me see more. Tanya moans as she lets her
husband taste, nay devour, all that she has acquired, and it makes me hunger to
taste it for myself!”

It was here that even the listeners of the
wild dreamer’s stories were both repulsed, and yet, compelled to hear the rest
of what had become an erotic monster sex story. Unfortunately, for those not
unaccustomed to such things, it was not the first time such a story was told in
Alpine, nor would it be the last. And so the dreamer would continue their tale
of what they saw and heard that night.

“Tanya aches and groans for the beast
who she calls her husband. She tries to hold her composure, but his ability to
pleasure her is far too strong. She struggles to hold in her euphoria. She
knows that if she succumbs to her orgasm, it will drive him wild beyond
anything she could control. Yet, he is a monster far more wild than she, even
if she has been gone away for so long. I can see his masculinity. I am forced
to stare through those bird eyes that chirp and clatter all around in
excitement to this ordeal. The massive cock of this half man and half wolf
beast shares all the characteristics of the later; a red hot spear protruding
from a furry sheath. A swelling knot grows at its base twitching to tie itself to
its lusty lover’s den in eternal union. The more he licks, swallows and devours
her, the more she cannot control herself. Her cries and her moans make his
savagery begin to appear again. Until, at last, the wolf bares his teeth and
becomes a monster.”

“He leaps onto her, his size and
strength is overwhelming. He smothers her in his black fur that hangs down from
his chest and stomach. Nonetheless, his monstrous wolfen cock finds its home.
It plows in with a force and fury that would make it seem he was trying to
knock down a cottage door. Tanya’s sex, wet with dew and kisses, did not resist
the knocking, and he slid deep into her. She moaned while he roared, and then
he pushed his knot at her clitoris door. It was plump and squishy, and with a
plop, it too found its way inside. I could see the plump bit flaring out
Tanya’s vulva, making it look puffy and gorged. Oh how Tanya whimpered at that,
and it made me envy her,” or so said the woman dreamers, “or envy
him,” so said the men.

“He holds on to her not just with his
powerful arms, which would be sufficient by themselves, he must also hold her
down by the back of her neck with his feral maw. He does this not because he
needs to but because his inner animal demands it. He gives up whatever humanity
he had left to take his bitch with all his desire. Tanya has no choice now but to
let him finish what has started. To be ridden by this creature and lavish in
all its pleasure. She screams out in joy from her humanly senses being
stimulated by such a monstrously inhuman cock jostling savagely inside her
womanhood. Her flesh stretching and squishing as his cock pulls in and out. Her
vulva gorged on the flesh of his knot, not allowing him to release an inch of
his mighty meat. He growls and beats her insides harder so that he can reach a
glorious orgasm that will spill his seed deep into her womb. Only then will his
cock deflate to release her from this blissful torment Tanya has allowed
herself to succumb to.”

“This goes on repeating itself, but
it never grows old. The continuous motion of two bodies, one dominating the
other in feral ferocity, holding onto her while snarling and growling from the
tugs of Tanya’s vulva on his knotted meat. Tanya’s crying wails of succumbing
to the repetitively savage motions of her lovers hips and pulsing cock. The
only thing that changes is the frantic tempo which increases until cumming to a
loud burst of celebration from both of them. He howls, long and proud as his
whole body quakes from the energy of soaking Tanya’s uterus in wolf flavored
white cream from his well pleasured cock. Tanya screams just as long and just
as hauntingly from the overwhelming feeling of the orgasmic experience. Her
gurgled cry could convince anyone that this was her first time experiencing
such a spell, yet I know better than that.”

It was one of the wildest stories that had
ever befallen the town in a long time. The dreamer’s tale of hardcore lust
between wolf-beast and his maiden would continue for some time to make both residence
and strangers ears turn red from the absolute and perverse details. What that
meant for the town had always resided under the carnal appetite of 'Sin’
Mountain. Unsurprisingly, those nights of wild noises and ghastly carnal sights
would come again over the coming years, as one by one the residence of the Rose
hill home disappeared on nights when the moon was full, and the ravens and
whippoorwills would cry in excitement at the sights that were there to see
happening in the wilds. Dreamers would again wake up and share stories of how
Shani, her sister Camille, and their stepbrother Fen all went back to dwell
under the shadow of the mountain. Each time the stories were just a raunchy and
sex ridden as the first. Each story ending with a member of the Rose estate
embracing the cocks and wombs of carnal inhuman beasts that would drive them to
orgasmic ecstasy. All except for one.

Zechariah would be the only who would
remain; still haunting his place of birth. And though others would question
what had happened to the rest of his family, hoping that the dreamer’s dreams
were just the product of some ill-taken drug or inhalation of foul air, they
knew and prepared for the most carnal of nights yet to come.

Monstrous Lust: And Thus He Read The Stories Full of Monstrous...

Monstrous Lust: And Thus He Read The Stories Full of Monstrous Lust

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0711NT592

Peter loved reading, and especially loved reading the stories that dealt with fantastic adventures full of magic and mythical creatures. He never thought his thirst for fantasy would have him run across one of his father’s old books. Now Peter is going to read about the most fantastic adventures of all; and ones he shouldn’t be looking at. “And Thus He Read the Stories Full of Monstrous Sex” by E.M. Beastly, is a short story that puts an interesting twist on finding your dad’s adult stash of mature reading material. Only this one has a dragon!

Sample:

It was not unusual for Peter in a flight of fancy to
imagine the bookcase surrounded in a mystical vaporous fog. The contents of the
bookcase guarded by some unseen poltergeist that would trick his hand to pick
out some mischievous tome for his daily inspiration of otherworldly pleasure.
However, this evening something was amiss. A book was missing and a rather
voluminous one at that. Peter could not remember a book taking up such an
amount of space before, and all books were accounted for as far as he could
tell.

No matter, his hands knew exactly where to look for
tonight’s remaining entertainment. At first they lurched for a copy of Tolkien,
but then decided he wanted something of  a sword and sorcery narrative, like that
produced by Robert E. Howard. Then he also took a copy of ‘The Last Unicorn’ by
Peter S. Beagle to contrast the primal savagery with something more charming
and lyrical. He snatched both in haste and hurried to his room. He did not
believe in ghosts, but had a knack of frightening himself all the same when it
came to farfetched conclusions. The gap in the bookshelf had a grip over his
senses that he couldn’t understand, and played marvelous tricks with his
imagination. Peter had always been that way, maybe it was due to too many such
books where the limits of the imagination were lifted away. Nonetheless, now
was the time of high adventure with dragons and savage beasts.

Except the collection of Howard’s work struck him in
a light that was not its usual savage tone. They were still the same stories of
a battle hardened hero fighting in untamed and hostile lands against all
manners of beasts and demons. There was still the scantly clad beauties who
either fought at the hero’s side or had to be rescued from monstrous threats.
Nonetheless, the warlike action, the danger and suspense was replaced with a
romantic beauty both savage and wild that he had never noticed before. It was
not the first time Peter’s hormones got excited by the description of scantly
clad warrior woman wearing only tattered loincloths for protection. Yet, there
was something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. Perhaps it was in the
description of the prehistoric giant monstrosities like a giant snake or the draconic-like
lizard beasts that sometimes these women were used to appease in sacrifice.
This time around they somehow seemed more arousing than dangerous.

Implications of such a taboo sexual deviance hadn’t much
crossed his mind before. Now it was the only thing he could think about. It was
making him have a rather uncomfortable time with the erection in his pants. He
couldn’t justify it. The sexy hot woman being taken by their warrior conquerors
he could relate. The idea of primal, prehistoric monstrosities coming to play
with their chained sacrificial offerings, that was different. It wasn’t in any
of the stories, yet, his mind seemed to create its own. A woman chained with
crude iron shackles waiting to be sacrificed to some primal and ancient beast.
It is a prehistoric terror, much like the tyrannosaurus in power and design. At
first he looks menacingly at its prize, getting ready to tear apart and devour
its offering, and then the hero shows up in the nick of time. He is rippling
muscles covered in sweat and scars, a testament to how harsh his fantastic
world is. He wields an ax bigger than he should carry and slays the beast in a
violent battle of glory and blood.

But nay, this time he does not show up and the beast
gets what he wants. And to everyone’s surprise, Peter’s most of all, the giant
beast of teeth and scales begins to lick his dirty and sweaty treat. He
particularly licks her naughty bits behind her loincloth to see if she’s in
heat. She is shocked, and so is Peter for imagining such a thing. She struggles
against her constraints and yells curses at the beast, but he doesn’t care. She
is his sacrifice after all, and he is a god to these primitive savages who
worship him here up on his mountain. He continues to lick her, he really likes
this one. He can find food elsewhere easy enough. It is finding a mate to
please him that is a more tiresome endeavor up here on his isolated mountain.
She just needs a little convincing. She has a lot of fire and spirit as she
screams and yells at him. She tells him she will tear him apart herself if she
is ever free from these chains. The beast is amused, she would make a good and
protective mother if she was of the same blood as he. Her companionship will
have to do, but first he must put out her fires. His fat purple tongue goes
deep inside her from underneath her loincloth. She is warm, soft and moist, a
very tasty treat. With how fat and slurping his tongue is, even she can’t help
but feel pleasure from it.

Monstrous Lust: Night of the Mist and the Monstrous...

Monstrous Lust: Night of the Mist and the Monstrous Sex

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It was a dark and misty night, and over the airwaves and through the speakers of an old radio there came a strange and erotic tale. It warned of a hungry fog full of monsters overtaking a small town. The monsters and the fog that hid them were driven by lust. As they took more victims, its numbers grew and the more it sought. Soon there would be only one victim left to claim. She would be waited on top of her hill; naked and waiting for the night and its mists to swallow her in forbidden acts of monstrous lust.

Here is a short sample:

That is when I
heard it. It was something monstrous and inhuman; like the sound of some great
beast was part of that cacophony, perhaps it was even responsible for it. My
imagination exploded. There on my old stereo were the sounds of my darkest lusty
desires come to life. Maybe it was just me imposing my will onto those sounds,
wanting it to be something it was not. Nonetheless, I heard the growls and roars
of a stalking creature of the night and it was getting ever louder over my
stereo.

Maybe I was
interpreting it all wrong, but even so, I wasn’t about to let that discourage
me. My mind went to work writing up a fantastic story to explain it. First I thought
of werewolves, because they were an easy one to fathom. That and I always did
want to try a lupine lover. A perfect combination of man and beast, feral and
wild, he would possess strong, sexy features: Arms, legs, and a burly chest
with sharp masculine features that proclaimed his predatory nature. Yet, his fluffy
and soft fur would make him warm and soft to cuddle with. To think that this
fog could be filled with an entire pack, or even better the entire town of Enipla was turning into
these wild things for their love making, was something I couldn’t help but
enjoy.

Yes, a dark,
enchanting mist that turned the townspeople into sex hungry feral beasts who
all entwine themselves into a massive orgy. All the men of the town now
sporting big, meaty wolfen cocks with nasty knots at the bases. It was a taboo
thought, but that is what I wanted. If the monstrous night was to attack me, I
wanted it to fill me with surprises. I wanted gnarly cocks with interesting
features: purple cocks with studded bases, big red cocks with nasty knots that
swelled inside me and punched against my clitoris. I imagined spiraling dicks
as well as thorny ones, and soon my mind went from werewolves to crazier
things. I have to admit I am a dirty dreaming slut…..

Monstrous Lust: Return of the Forest...

Monstrous Lust: Return of the Forest Stud

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Description:

Kalina was a ranch hand on the only ranch in the country that employed just woman in the late nineteenth century. Her boss, Ms. Rose, is a powerful and influential woman who she admired deeply. She is also a storyteller who likes to tell strange tales full of taboo lust and fantasy. Who knew that there was some truth to her tall-tales. Because Kalina’s world is about to be turned upside down when an old friend of Rose’s returns. The only problem is he isn’t human, but is an ancient forest spirit come to gather himself a new herd of mares for his enjoyment.

Tidbits and Teasers!

‘Long
ago I met him here on this mountain,’ Rose began her tale.

'He
was the most handsome stallion with a coat and mane as black as the mountain’s
shadow caste by a full moon. I never saw a stallion as brave, strong or as
intelligent as he was. He would only appear at night, or when the evening light
began to wane. Which made it very hard to see him if you did not know what you
were looking for. But I had claimed this wilderness as mine, and that meant I
too would claim this beast. So every night I would attempt to catch him. I soon
learned that he could outrun and outmaneuver any steed I owned.’

'It
was useless to catch him by ordinary means. No, by that time I was an
experienced adventurer of mystic places. I knew too well that a line existed between
what humanity understood and the ancient forces that actually exist. This was
no ordinary beast, and this was his kingdom. If I ever wanted the right to call
it my home I would have to earn it. And so, I called him out with the ancient
tongue taught to me from my adored
African companion; her skin was just as dark as the coat and mane of
that King of Stallions. She taught me how to step into his unearthly realm
where no human being had ever stepped. It was forbidden for one such as me to
possess that knowledge, but as I have told in an earlier tale, I had gained
favor from a much older and greater force than even the 'king of horses’ knew existed.
It was because of this that I was able to challenge him. I proposed to him a
set of three tests, and if he could best me than I would leave his mountain and
with my money and power make sure that no other, man or otherwise, trespassed
on his home. Yet, if I won he would submit his land, and all his mares to me to
do as I pleased.’

'The
first challenge was a race around his mountain. A task his majesty neighed
mockingly at me for even suggesting. After all he was the king of horses, mightiest
within these mountains, and he knew these hills well. He took off and covered
the distance of six miles as fast as lightning can streak across a night sky.
So how did I beat him you wonder? For that is what I did and to his great
surprise. In fact, not only did I beat him, but also returned to meet him
halfway.’

'You
see there are other creatures of the wilds much faster than horses; something my
African companion showed me in the wilds of Africa.
She introduced me to other kings and princes of that Dark
Continent. There I tested the Cheetah King and lost. Yet, for my
valiant effort and because he never hunted something quite like me before, he
spared me and ate only my pussy instead. I eagerly complimented him by unsheathing
his cock from his body, and what a sleek and wonderful body it was. Needless to
say he was so impressed by my skill as a woman that he agreed to teach me how to
run as fast as he. My apprenticeship with him was an arduously long one. It
wasn’t that I was a slow learner, but more like I couldn’t pry myself from the
pleasures that his strange thorny cock provided when he raced through my
insides. Then again, those were my early days of adventure and I was distracted
by many things.’

'Yet,
the Cheetah King made me a predator, and no king of horses could outrun me at
my apex. I caught him and played the same game that had been played upon me; I
chose only to devour his cock.’

'He
accepted my second challenge only after his frustration from losing to his first.
I challenged to box him like a rival stallion fighting for the right to herd
his mares. An insult he would not take likely, for I was neither a horse nor a
stallion. He reared up and towered before me with his hooves kicking as though
he meant to end my life then and there. Yet, I had already played upon his
other primal instincts. His body fought against his pride and the only thing he
could punch me with was the animalistic desires that swelled between his legs.
Still, he had a mighty punch with a fist bigger than any other man I’ve known.
Nonetheless, I have taken punches before. I have held my own in the arena with
many men of all sizes and strengths. Some like the Cheetah King even fought
dirty with his fist full of thorns. Thus I had endurance to spare. As far as I
am concerned, I made him fall over backwards and had ended the round before it
had even begun.’

'Finally,
I offered up to give back his fallen pride. That is if he could buck me off of him;
I did not use a rope or saddle. Still, I was able to ride him a long time, the
course of a night, in fact. He bucked hard and tried to throw me into the moon.
Yet I gripped onto all of him. It was a struggle, but I managed to take his
whole length inside of me. His bucking fury made my insides bounce around. I
looked down and could see my abdomen heave and slosh about with him kicking
around inside me. Still, I held on and rode him out. Then I rode him some more
until he realized that I would get off only when I decided, and not a moment
sooner. Letting me ride him was his final mistake. Just like in the round pen
you ride them until they submit. Until they know you will not give in or give
up. You must outlast them my apprentices. Outlast them by having more endurance
than them.’

'In
the end he was tired, beaten and exhausted beyond all words. He had no choice
then but to submit this land to me. However, he did not come out of it
completely defeated. Riding him like I did bore him two sons; which still roam
this mountain to this very day.’

It was here that the story would end, as
the implication of Rose’s story caused all us girls to blush and giggle too
much, so she would shush us all away, because we all had our chores waiting for
us the next day.

I always imaged the 'King of Wild Horses’
as some great Indian chief whose village once settled here under these
mountains. Yet, I also had to admit on how she implied he had a horse sized
cock dangling between his legs sent a strange thrill down mine. I know it was
taboo to think it, but if you have worked around horses as long as I, you can’t
help but be amazed when a stallion unsheathes his manhood.

Before we went to bed Ms. Rose added one
last thing to the story. She stated that Dray had met the King, and that the
'King of Wild Horses’ had returned back to his mountain looking for a new
harem.

'I
was generous even if I had defeated him. I made a deal with him that if he
would provide me with the best of his, then I will provide him with the best of
mine.’

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Monstrous Seeds made from Monstrous Deeds: Monstrous Bundle...

Monstrous Seeds made from Monstrous Deeds: Monstrous Bundle #6

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Monstrous Bundle #6 includes a massive menagerie of monstrous beasts who hunger for maidens to capture, and bring back to their dens to satisfy carnal desires. Everything from fairies that take the equine and feline forms to giant serpents from exotic forests. Even a some darker horror delights that involve spiders. Yes, Monstrous Lust contains the largest assortment of naughty monsters, shifters, werewolves and dragons presented in weird stories inspired by great authors like H.P. Lovecraft, Algernon Blackwood and many other writers of the weird and horrible. E.M. Beasty’s monsters, however, just want to play with you in a naked way.

Stories Include.
Ye Ole Dark Fairy Lust
Monstrously Inhuman Short Stories of Lust
More Monstrously Inhuman Short Stories of Lust
Naked Explorer
Lust and the Spider
Rituals of Sin, Lust, Pleasure and Play
….and More!

Here is a short teaser! When
Dreams Cum The dreams that night holds are always strange. Perhaps,
old stories of stardust casting an enchanting spell over us mere mortals isn’t
far from the truth. The lights of the night are far more special than the warm
glow of the sun as they hold a unique mystery. Sometimes, such a mystery gets
into old things that have sat too long under that night sky. The lights were
glowing from within the old, ruined stables again. Nobody ever believed Eve
that it was haunted, or that every night around midnight the stables came to
life. It was definitely not in use any more: the roof was beginning to cave in
certain places, and one wall was leaning in pretty badly. It was just a poor
old relic from days long past.Eve tried to learn its history, but not much was
known. All she knew is that he would come about this time of night. A phantom,
a ghostly beast, and it was he that made the glow. She did not feel any malice
from him, and he roamed only near his haunting place. Then again, there was
something unnatural to him beyond his ghostly form. He may have had the body of
a great black steed; a mustang with a coat as black as the night. Yet, his coat
shimmered with so many stars. He had a strange sparkle in his eyes, an
intelligence that did not befit his physical appearance. He watched her just as
much as she watched him. They would stare at each other for a long time before
he would go into that ruined building. His glow following and filling it for
some time, until at last it would disappear leaving only the ruins behind. It was tonight that she gathered up the courage to go
inside. Before, not even during the day did she dare enter. After all, the
place was haunted. However, he was calling her. She didn’t know how, but night
after night, he called for her, and his cries were getting stronger. Maybe it was his stare. She had looked into his eyes
and saw something there. The secrets of this ghost story were far more
fantastic that anything she could conjure up in her imagination. It took her a
long time to realize it. She had to look closely into his eyes to see the
secrets he was trying to show her. Secrets telling that the old and worn ruin
was a Narnian wardrobe.“You finally came,” he spoke as she timidly
made her way inside with only his glow to guide her. It was late and the night
was warm. She only wore her nightgown and a pair of sandals. Yet, she knew she
could probably have worn less for where she was going, and for what was to
come. “Ye…yes?” she said as she stumbled her
way inside through the half-open door. “You…you wanted me to come
here…didn’t you?” She couldn’t believe herself. This was the first time
she had ever talked to this being. The first time, and yet, something in her
wasn’t at all surprised that this would be how she should find things. It was
Déjà vu, not in the sense that she had been here before, but in the sense she
was meant to be here. This ceremony had been waiting for her and she for it. He
was going to take her away from here to places of wonder and magic. That is
what she had seen in his eyes all this time, the realms of the impossible. Eve pulled her nightgown over her head and let it
flow to the ground. She didn’t bother wearing underwear, she knew she wouldn’t
need any. She was still trying to figure out why she even wore the nightgown.
Was it for presentation, the fear that she might be seen wandering outside her
home, or maybe it was a way to better prepare herself. “This is what you want right?” she asked of
him, “I know the answer is yes, and I wish to know more on why I know. Yet,
now I stand here before you in your radiant glow and I somehow know the answer.
That terrifies me, for you are what you are."He looked at her and the sparkle within his black
coat became like the constellations in the sky. "And what am I? Am I the
ghost that haunts some old stable, a long forgotten memory trying to be
remembered? No, I think perhaps that I represent a longing. I take on a form
you find enchanting, beautifully familiar, and forbiddingly exotic. I could
take on another form for you, but this is the one you want."He trotted closer to her and she recoiled. "This
is forbidden! Look at you, though you are a phantom, and your coat is… well, it’s
like the night itself; you are still a beast.” Eve looked
about her surroundings that were easily seen in his eerie glow. The ruins of
this place were just as rickety from the inside as they looked outside. Weeds
had overtaken the place, which was all that filled the long vacant stalls that once
held animals.“Look at this place, look at where you have
lured me,” she said still scanning her surrounding, “this was a place
once meant for beasts.”“Am I just a beast” he said still making
his way toward her. “I guess it doesn’t matter because here you are. You
are naked before me, knowing surely what us wild gods want, or the prizes we
will give to receive it. You’re excited and scared, understandably… but
enough talk. If you have gotten this far, then this is what you really wanted
to know."He bent his head down and pressed his nose up against
her pubic mound so that her fuzz ticked it. He snorted loudly while
simultaneously putting out his tongue to lick in a long stroke up her womanly
slit. She tried to back away, but he was also pushing against her. The long
flat of his head eased into her stomach and diaphragm faster than she could
move. Eventually, she found herself falling backwards and she grabbed his big
equine head for support. He didn’t mind, and with his great size and strength,
he eased her down to the weed-covered ground, licking and snorting.The ground was cold, but the tansy mustards and soft
soils of the shaded environment made for a comfortable landing. Her hands
wrapped around his face trying to understand what they were touching. He had
strong equine features in his face, but the glimmering coat of stars swirled in
magical ways wherever her fingers and palm pressed against it. The closest she
could describe the feeling was like a gel; firm, but she felt like she could
meld into it. She couldn’t of course, and his features stayed intact as he
looked at her with glowing blue eyes that had a nebulous flame burning deep
within them. His lips were big, his tongue thick, wet and warm. Strangely,
it produced a minty-fresh sensation as the stickiness of his saliva coated her
privates in thick strokes. An icy-hot massage tingled her clitoris. She found
that she wanted and anticipated the feeling of it. What was happening was still hard for her to take in.
She knew this was coming, and that she would come to him in this manner. Yet,
it was so surreal, and he was, after all, this thing - this equine beast. She
couldn’t say animal, for no animal was like this. After all, was he even made
of flesh and bone? Was he even alive in the technical sense of what she
understood as a living thing? She struggled against him as her mind tried to
decide these things, but not enough to stop him. She wouldn’t admit it to
herself, but she was going to allow this to happen. For in the back of her mind
something always told her this would lead to greater, if not strange, things. "I…I don’t even know what to call you,”
she said as she wiggled about underneath him. Her hands and fingers probed
around his muzzle and snout as if she was trying to push him away. She was just
using her sense of touch more than her sight to try to understand the features
that pleasured her. He snorted his mystic breath between her palms as they
probed around his licks that stroked her.He chose not to reply, remaining the tall, dark, and
mysterious stranger. In the end, she had to give up and let him pleasure her. She
spread her legs to allow his cool-warmth slip deeper into her as he stroked
upward from her anus all the way up and around her clit. His glow was bright and allowed him to see his work
under the violet hue of it. His long main rippled against his neck. It wasn’t
really made from hair; it just appeared like a solid silhouette against the
rest of him. He was like a shadow with substance and mass that emitted light
from the stars inside him. She could see how he could take any shape he pleased
by simply rearranging the stars within. For now, he was a great and powerful
mustang who perfectly emulated equine bone and muscle structure. She could even
feel what could be veins in the strong features of his face. It made her wonder
if he used these same powers to emulate such a beasts cock as well.“I’m dreaming aren’t I?” she said as she
stroked the long features of his face while he stroked her back. “You
can’t be real, but I have been dreaming about you every night, and I never
thought a dream could feel like this."His hot, fat tongue filled between her womanly folds
each time it slid up through her. It was a refreshing feeling that was
complimented by his warm breath. She continued to stroke his long face, exploring
every facet of it. "Tell me,” she said as she squirmed more willingly
than ever before, “Do you posses a cock as big and as strong as the
features that touches me now? I have never seen anything but a man’s cock. I am
curious to see a beast’s cock, especially if he is to be my lover."He stopped his engagement with her body and looked at
her with his burning eyes. "I will show you if you are willing to be as
serious with it as you are with the contours of my face. Tell me; are you ready
to take me? Because once you do, you will leave here. I will take you to a
place of pure fantasy where you won’t have to worry about the rules ever
again."Eve now became the quiet one. She reflected at the
sudden change of his disposition. He was serious, and she was going to have to
make a choice here and now. She was already a foot over the threshold and
loosing her balance, but there was still time to catch herself. What the hell
was she doing? This was forbidden and wrong, and yet, he was the impossible; the
unlimited possibility to get away with anything and enjoy the most carnal of
pleasures. She grabbed his muzzle and lifted his face to hers.
"You are my secret desire,” and with those words she lock her lips to
his. If forbidden desire and fantastic dreams had a flavor, he was it: Bitter
sweet, slightly salty and a whole lot of tart. Her tongue swished against his
and it pushed back. For a moment, their intimate embrace caused her to see his
reality. There was no ruined stable or weed covered pasture.
They were a million miles away in a land of vibrant color and strange flora.
There were things watching them from the shadows with glowing eyes and hulking
forms, monstrous creatures not known to her. All of them here to observe this
pact she was about to make with their messenger. He had not given up his equine
features; in fact, he made them even more pronounced and fantastic. His stars
grew brighter, and now he had wings and a single great spiraling horn. His mane
become flowing, whipped about by magical winds she could neither feel nor hear.
All still made of living night that contrasted beautifully against the bright
world around them. Before her, he presented his desire, his magnificent
cock, so thick and long, and it shimmered with black radiance like the rest of
his body. She couldn’t see its details, and she knew that the only way she would
come to understand this carnal part of him, was to crawl beneath him and touch
it. Only through touch could she find the details. She
grasped it with both hands and rubbed them up and down its gel texture. It was
very smooth, other than the ever so slight raised lines that must be its veins.
Only her fingers could see them in the onyx glow of stars and galaxies. She put her tongue on the underside of it. It had his
same forbidden taste, only stronger, more intensified. She slid with a long,
wet stroke up the underside until her eyes and nose buried themselves in his
balls. Nevertheless, her beast was not done with his end
either. He repositioned himself so that he could bend his neck down to drink
from her supple body. Eve quietly laid herself down in the vibrant purple and
blue flowers that blossomed all around them, allowing him to continue. His cock
was long enough to reach her face now half hidden in the flora. His cock’s big,
flared tip was more than enough for her to lick and suckle on as he pleasured
her with his tongue. Besides, the tip was where she could produce the best
results. Her tongue and lips rolling around it caused him to twitch a leg, and
sometimes make him produce little nickering sounds that pleased her. He
rewarded her back by punching her cliterous with the warm minty gel of his
tongue. From the shadows, the eyes of others watched, and Eve
knew they were pleased as they whispered amongst themselves that another had joined
them and their delights. Eve watched them as she swirled her tongue around. She
never thought that being watched like this would excite her. Perhaps, it was
because she knew they were excited as well. They were envies of her stallion,
and that he was enjoying her so much. TThough they equally gave each other pleasure in the
company of the others lust; Eve felt she was getting the better deal. The
tongue of her lover with all its tingly sensations was amazing. She could let
him taste her for hours. While the texture of his skin, especially of his cock
between her fingers, was so interesting that she couldn’t stop fiddling with
it. She had to rub it all over herself wherever it could reach. Her body
couldn’t understand what it was feeling across her skin and tongue, but it
liked it a lot. The more she touched it, the more she couldn’t wait to feel it
throbbing inside her. “Your cock is so wonderfully different. I want
you inside me. I need to feel this, but your cum. What is your cum like? What
does it taste like? If it feels anything like this dick, then I want it all
over me,” she said as she worked herself into a faster tempo. Her tugs, licks and fondling of his dick was
increasing to a frenzied rush. She wanted her cake and eat it too. She wanted
him inside her right now, but she wanted to understand this creature by having
his seed spilt all over her. She just knew they were both going to be so
wonderful. Her lover let her do this and prepared himself for
his pre-ordained ejaculation. He stiffened up his legs and raised his head to
let the pleasure shoot from where her lips worked so diligently. He cried out
in the triumph of his success at wooing his new mate, and let his reward rain
down upon her. All those watching knew that she was marked as forever his. It
was not a mistake, his seed was plentiful, and it smothered over her breasts
and body like honey on bread. An awesome feeling, Eve knew that it was to be
surreally magical. It had vitalizing and enriching properties that made her
want to rub it all over herself, and press it into her skin. “I need this inside me now,” she said
gasping while licking the thick loads still oozing from his twitching cock. “I want you to fill me with as much as you have
spilled all over me. This is so good. You can go again, right? You won’t
disappointment me; after all, you’re the carnal temptation of my dreams."He moved so that he could place the flat of his face
up against her, minding his horn of course. He didn’t mind his mess as it was
his after all. "It is time for you to ride me deep into my
domain. I have a place just for us,” he said as he let her use his horn to
lift herself off the ground. “You don’t want these other fantasies to
watch?” she teased.“They have seen what they needed to see. You
have done well, but it is my turn to impress you.” he replied.“Please hurry. I cannot wait,” she said
clamoring onto his back and situating herself between his wings.Off they went quickly to a hidden place, where a
mossy altar lay hidden in an enclosed valley high on a forbidden mountain. Eve
had to hang on tight, for her lover flew like black lightning in the sky. He also
could not wait to get her to his chamber where he could rest her on her back on
his soft bed of green. His altar of lust was shaped properly so that he would
not have to change his shape to mount her. He, as he was now, could allow Eve
to embrace all his exotic, mystic beauty. She would get to feel the experience
of a nonhuman cock fulfilling her lustful fantasies. She wanted something big
and strong, and always wanted to feel overflowingly full. Nonetheless, he had
to be careful, and gently ease it into her. Slowly peel her open and sink his
cock’s weight into her. Once fully inside, he took her slowly because his size
and power didn’t need to show force, he was impressive enough as is. The
sensation of his monstrous flesh, even if it was equine in shape and form, was not
of this world. The stars glittered and sparkled all around his shaft and balls
while they jostled her gently. Eve experienced such wonders underneath her dream-filled
sky. The cosmos above her were so bountiful and alive. She lay beneath it,
taking it all in and all around. He was everywhere, he always had been. It was
why she never learned his name because he had many. He was a countless number
of stars and constellations looking down at her from above. Always there to
enjoy in her flights of fancy and to pleasure her when she needed to get away
from it all. Then she would cum, a brilliant conclusion to a weary
day. He would fill her even more as he throbbed inside her. When she could hold
no more he would pull out and release the rest over her body. He was inside and
outside and always all around her. His seed like a cool night breeze that
carries the scent of sessions. He then flew back into the sky where he belonged, but
he was never gone. And when the night fell again and the stars where bright,
and the rims of the Milky Way could be seen, Eve looked upwards above the old
stables where his constellation burned brightest. With her naked body willing,
she just had to reach up and embrace him, and he would take her away to flow over
her and fill her with such fantastic dreams.





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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.