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The House of
Forbidden Delights: Just one of the stories found inside!

One late evening while waiting for the tram, me and
my friend met a girl. She was in her twenties and at first did not seem that
unusual. She sat waiting like us, but had with her a rather large collection of
books. One of which she was in the middle of reading, peering at its fantastic
images and bold text with large round glasses that barely fit her face.

Her books were all hefty tomes on myths, legends, and
the occult. Some were stories; others analyzed the cultures that believed in
them. They covered all the major cultures of antiquity: Greece, Egypt,
even eastern cultures like China
and Japan.
It was a subject that I myself was fascinated with. Nonetheless, I never saw so
many in someone’s possession, particularly while waiting for the tram.

I began to engage this stranger in conversation,
trying to impress with my knowledge. Quickly I found she was out of my league
whilst she corrected me on my lack of understanding. In fact, her knowledge in
the subject of all things supernatural, occult and mythological was
outstanding. So much so, that I thought she must be a teacher or a doctor in
the field.

Yet, she was not a professional scholar. She said
that her knowledge and interest came after an event in her life. Then she began
to spin a strange tale that probably should not have been told in the open so
casually. Nonetheless, it kept me captivated, so much so, that I could not
sleep that night.

* * *

Far off in the country where the idea of a big city
is foreign, and next to the high Rocky Mountains
up on a wooded hill, there lies an old Victorian mansion. It sits lonely on top
of its hill, straining to look down through the verdant green that strangles
the property. Its phantom filled windows are barely seen from the town below
it.

About 150 years ago, it was built for Jennet Rosemary,
for her pleasure and luxury. A mysterious woman of great wealth, but whom very
few had ever seen. There were many stories about her that the town’s
inhabitants rather not tell. Though she raised and sold fine horses, and only
employed woman - as back in those days it was hard for an unmarried woman to
find work. She was believed to be a witch that consorted with devils.

But that was long ago, now there’s just the house. It
has been restored and taken care of, off and on, by different owners and
caretakers through the years. Now it mostly sits alone while trees and vines
try to reclaim it. That was until I had my chance to stay there. I was in the
town of Alpine for business reasons and needed a place to stay. I was attracted
to the old estate immediately. Old places full of history and ghosts always
have intrigued, and nobody seemed to notice or care that I made it my temporary
abode. The current caretaker warned against staying. ‘Pass the day there, if
you like,’ she said, 'beware staying the night.’ I laughed it off, and saw it
as a dare. After all, new discoveries aren’t without their dangers.

At first, the solitude of the deserted place weighed
upon me like a nightmare. I would stay out and work from the library or at the
local cafe when I wasn’t directly dealing with my clients. I would work for as
long as possible, then return home at night jaded and tired, go to bed and fall
asleep.

Before a week had passed, the place began to exert a
weird fascination upon me. It is difficult to describe or to make people
believe, but I felt as though the whole house was a living organism. In
appearances, it was well kept and tidy, with furniture and paintings still
decorating its walls. They were relics left behind by previous owners; some
recent, some old.

Again, I was warned about staying at this estate.
Even some of my clients claimed that visiting it was too much. This, of course,
made me only more interested in its mystery and I began to search the old dusty
rooms and halls for answers to the things that everyone else feared. All I
found was cobwebs and old heirlooms. There was a story somewhere to be found in
the old halls, but it was not ready to tell me just yet.

Perhaps, now that I think about it, the house and the
town that it overlooked had already captured me. I had wondered aimlessly into
the beast’s lair without even paying attention. The house, like a living thing
was slowly and imperceptibly digesting me. Perhaps the process had begun as
soon as I set foot in that place. I distinctly remember the day in which I
became conscious of it.

It was an early summer day, and I was exploring the
fields and wooded hills behind the house. Behind the town lies a wilderness of
which there was none like it. A hidden paradise of fantastic flora cut off from
the rest of the world, and that house acting as its gatekeeper. I felt like a
trespasser without proper invitation as I walked down a verdant path to a
shimmering lake. It was an enchanted place that only nymphs and dryads should
roam.

As the sun sank behind the mountains, a long dark
curtain fell up the stage and the intervening peaks cut short the time in which
light and shade mingle at sunset. I thought about continuing my walk around the
shores when I heard footfalls on the path behind me. I looked back, but there
was no one.

As a looked back across the lake, thinking that the
sound was nothing, I heard them again. It was though a great number of people
were hurrying through the brush-covered path. A strange thrill of delight,
slightly tinged with fear, passed through my frame, and though there was not a
single figure before my sight. I thought I saw a bevy of joyous maidens coming
down to bathe in the lakes deep cold waters. Not a sound was in the valley to
break the silence, but I distinctively heard the maidens’ gay and mirthful
laughs, like the gurgle of spring as they ran past me, in quick playful pursuit
of each other. They did not notice me at all, as they were invisible to me as I
was to them. The lake was perfectly calm, but I felt its still, cold waters
were stirred suddenly by the splash of the many naked arms and legs. The girls
laughed, dashed and spattered water at one another, and their feet tossed tiny
waves up in showers of pearls.

I felt a thrill in my soul - I cannot say whether the
excitement was due to fear, delight, or curiosity. I had a strong desire to see
them more clearly, but nothing was visible. I did not know who these maidens
were but I felt the curtain of 150 years hanging before me. The secrets of the
past were just outside my reach and I did not know how to lift the veil.

As I stood mesmerized in the erotic atmosphere of the
gaggle of young woman in playful bath, I felt inclined to join them. The cold
waters invited me to its refreshing wonders, and I wondered how swell it would
feel upon my naked flesh. However, as I began to pull my shirt up around my
collar a new illusion befell my senses. Unseen before me came something else to
join the maidens to splash about the waters. Again my excitement rose. These
new things were beasts, not the kind found in these mountains or other
wilderness regions of the world. They were the kind found in legends and old
myths. Epic poems and ancient hieroglyphs displayed them as either gods or
monsters to be feared. Here they were treated as something else.

More than ever, I believed that I was just letting my
imagination run wild. Yet, I could not explain to myself why my imaginations
were getting away from me and delving into such naughty ideas on that still,
cold lake that evening. The naked girls bathing did not at all reject the
company of beasts who came to play and splash amidst them. I recognized some of
these beasts from stories I once heard: The Griffon, Unicorn, Kirin,
and Quetzalcoatl. They were a collection of the fantastic from far and wide:
Asia to the Americas.
I felt like I had found the center of an enchanted world.

I couldn’t make sense of the things I did
not see. Why could I hear these things that were not truly there? Why could I
swear that I was watching something, both beautiful and forbidden, unravel
before my tricked senses? My vision began to suggest more than just the
maidens’ gay laughter at the sport of their watery games. The beasts began
touching the maidens in sensual ways that hinted at an intelligence holding
human desires. They were not mere pets or wild animals, but something more born
out of exotic dreams. In every story I had read or heard they were monstrous
villains or great spirits to be worshipped for their powers of nature and
weather. Yet, here they had become lovers and objects of eroticism. Creations
of the mind that held the creativity to try new things, and wonder what kind of
pleasure the touch of fur or feathers, scales and forked tongues would bring.

The maidens would willingly mate with
these monsters just for the pleasure of doing so, not out of love, at least not
the romantic kind, but out of the sport and play of it. They stimulated and
explored creative and fantastic new realms of sensation. In that cold lakes
water I witnessed my first encounter with such an idea as I strained hard to
see through that invisible veil that separated me from that alien world.

The maidens allowed these creatures, with
human hearts and human minds, to touch them shamelessly. They nuzzled and
explored each other with fingers, claws, lips and tongues. Splashing glittering
drops through the fur or feathers to see the how they would glisten in the
evening light. Then they would brush the moisture off to feel their wet bodies
slide through fingers and sometimes their toes, or whilst one would rub a leg
down the others. I now understood what the forbidden fruit was in Eve’s garden
as I watched each maiden look longingly at the low hanging bounty of their
fantastic counterparts. Unlike mortal men, these gods hid their swords inside
themselves with sheaths. The secret to get them to expose their pulsing, wild
cocks was in their swollen sacks. There two ripe seeds hung, filled with
nectar. The maidens knew that if they handled them just right, keeping them
warm with their gentle and explorative touch, that they would be rewarded.

It was then I knew I was witnessing a
sacred and forbidden ritual of carnal lust. My heart fluttered in panic and
anticipation when I realized how far this vision was about to take me. In that
moment of panic, it felt as though the earth itself felt my sudden violent
shutter and with it came a gust of wind, sharp and oppressive. It rippled and
curled across the still lakes waters like a stern guardian, and from the woods
wrapped in the evening gloom there came forth a simultaneous murmur, as though
they were awakening from a black dream. Call it reality or a dream, the
momentary glimpse of that invisible world, 150 years old or older, vanished in
an instant. The mystic forms that brushed past me with their quick un-bodied
steps, and loud, voiceless laughter did not trouble me no more.

I was filled with a lively fear. It must
have been the fantastic Muse, the one that fills people’s thoughts and dreams
with the most peculiar thoughts, which had taken advantage of my solitude in
such a strange and beautiful setting as this. The witch had evidently come to
ruin a poor girl like myself with questionable ideas, as she was prone in
doing. I decided to have a good dinner - to replenish myself and substitute my
desires for another.

The next morning I had all but forgotten
the queer fantasy. With a light heart, I gathered up my things and drove out to
do my work. I was to have written my quarterly report that day, and I expected
to return late. Strangely, I did not finish as I was drawn back to the house -
by what, or for what, I could not say. I felt like they were all waiting and
that I could not delay them any longer. Leaving my report unfinished, I
returned to that home on the hill early that evening.

The first floor of the estate is spacious
and wide, made up primarily of a living room that could be mistaken for a great
hall in its magnificence. So large that great wooden pillars are spaced around
it in order to hold up the mass of the second story above. These pillars are in
turn designed to be both rustic and strangely gothic looking as they form an
arched ceiling appearance similar to what may be seen in a an ancient cloister.
The whole house was an unusual oddity of architectural designs; Victorian
elements mingled with gothic arches and stone gargoyles. When I pushed open the
ornate front door to view this vast open interior, walking past the seemingly
floating, spiral stairwell that twirled into the houses upper lofts, the massive
fireplace at the end of the great room was lit with a bonfire of glowing embers
that made me think it the gates to hell.

As I stood bewildered, my hair on end in
ecstatic delight, I thought that such gates must have been pushed open by the
great serpent of temptation. There spread before me was a great carnal scene.
The scents of perfume and essence lingered on top of the smell of raw sex,
sweat, and musk. In-between the rows of those ancient pillars came the sounds
of sweet laughter and pleasure mixed with the strange music of a guitar, the
jingle of ornaments, the growls of beasts and the songs of exotic birds.

The extravagance of the past was somehow
filling my senses with sensations of decadence brought from the four corner of
the world. Hedonistic delights of sinful sex in all its forms were echoing
through that den as men and woman abandoned a god fearing world of
sensibilities, and embraced the monstrous demons in an orgy of carefree
delight. They were not grotesque horrors that evoked fear and disgust, but an Eden of beasts parading
and perverting a semi-human form. This storybook of fairytale monsters were
violating the laws that nature set forth as they embraced each other as though
such laws never existed in the first place. Flesh and fur rolling into each
other as wine spilt or was poured to be lapped up in the crevices of the
friction. Bodies squeezed together until they seemed to merge, the many
becoming a single whole. I wondered if the mystery of how the mismatching
features of things; such as the Chimera and Gryphon, were not the creation of
this mad science experiment where sex was the means of creation.

Oil glistened and reflected the erotic
flames of passion, ignited from erect nipples and throbbing phalluses; most of
which were buried in soft, deep pits of flesh or in succulent lips drizzled in
honey and wine. The monstrous beasts’ appearances came in an exotic assortment
of colors and designs of bright oranges and reds, and plumages of emerald
greens and sapphire blues. While those who remained in human form played with
the sweet and sensual shapes of their bodies of silky skin, which came in
various shades of tans and brown. A perfect harmony was kept with the rhythms
of their unity. For all the wrongs in the kinks displayed: the mass orgy of
double or even triple penetrations, the anal play and the foot massages, the
bondage and the bukkake, and all with an assortment of men and woman whose
bodily shapes fell in some strange mythical realm between human and
monstrosity.

Yet, they were all consenting,
intelligent, and merry; reveling in the strange joys that their unique bodies
could provide each other. I began to fall under the spell as I began to
question the acceptance of such things. For all the strange and unrealism of
what I thought I was seeing, it was nothing more that an indulgence in sexual
sensations. Powers to choose the form you could posses and take pleasure in
enjoying the nuances of its features with great company. If such powers were
possible, I might have found myself trying out the new sensations in naughty
perverse fashion. Alas, it was again just an illusion. A strange daydream in a
place of phantoms that was gone again in an instant with the movement of
shadows as sunlight waned through the windows.

I laughed in great glee at my curious
illusion as I stared into the dark and empty reality that was covered in dust
and cobwebs. The old house creaked with its age as I went about preparing my
meal and sat with a newspaper at the antique dining room table. Nevertheless,
even after I had finished my dinner and went to bed, the idea of what I
believed to be a vision of another reality pervaded my dreams. The phantoms of
this place were not the usual type of dread and warning. They wanted to share
their secrets with me as it sent their mistress to fetch me.

During the middle of the night, after I fell asleep
from staring at a radiant star through the window of the room I chosen as my
own, there came a gentle push to move me awake and from my bed. She did not say
a word, but beckoned me with five fingers bedecked with rings of splendor. I
followed her cautiously, and though not a soul save myself was there in the
many rooms of that deserted place of slumbering sounds and echoes, I feared at
every step I must be careful, lest I wake the slumbering forms sprawled about
the palace. Their naked bodies still glistening in the darkness from the oils,
sweat and semen, and their lips curled into satisfied smiles from their
pleasurable endeavors. It was no wonder that they had all collapsed where they
lay, many still fully tied to their partners by fleshy pleasure knots at the
base of their cocks.

Slowly through the many rooms I was taken, some of
which I had never seen. Each one held the aftermaths of the carnal bath of
bodies and pleasure I had seen earlier, and each held its own erotic theme of
ancient worldly pleasures. One room was like a great Egyptian temple filled
with old gods. The feline beauty Bastet, divine mother of love and war, lay
peacefully with her two cohorts. Anubis, the jackal headed god, had finished
judging her with his divine scepter. The obsidian black phallus still rested
peacefully in her tomb of life. The other was a human woman lightly clothed in
servant dress who slept soundly on Bastet’s breast. The black jackals strong
arms wrapped around her to weave a peaceful scene. Perhaps it was symbolic of
something, or perhaps it was just these beings, neither fully human nor divine,
just wanted to have sex.

It was the same whereever I followed the beckoning
figure. A span of different times and cultures were crossed with each new
doorway I passed through. Dragons with their captured maidens did rest with one
on top of the other. A great Greek beast, a Minotaur, had finished herding his
mares in this wild maze, his seed spilt like rich milk across each one. His
bounty of beautiful men and woman now clamored over his unconscious conquered
form, to smother him in the peaceful afterglow of their rigorous sexual finale.

I followed breathless at these sights of silent
wonder. My invisible guide took me to places 'I do not know where’. What
endless dark passageways, long corridors, silent solemn audience chambers, and
close secret dungeons of lust did I cross! Each one forbidden, each one an
aftermath of some carnal sin that should be depraved and unwholesome. Yet, I
only found a peaceful satisfaction of something unique and strangely intimate.
A fantasy come to life in the most private reaches of desire. Lewd and perverse
for sure, but also it could be delightfully fun.

My fair guide, though I could not see her, was not
invisible to my mind’s eye. She was a radiant beauty with fiery red hair; a
bright ruby of a lady who was befitting of any fairytale you were to find her
in, and just as dangerous as the color would suggest. Her clothing was loose
and only there to insinuate her seductive body that was not at all unfamiliar
with the throes of sex, but in her sash a curved knife lay close to her waist.

At last my fair guide stopped before a deep red
screen, she beckoned and pointed beyond the veil. I stood for a moment not sure
if I should obey. My guide did nothing but continue to beckon as though this
room was meant for me. So I carefully held up a fringe of the screen to catch a
glimpse of a part of the room spread with a rich carpet. Something was sitting
inside on a bed. I thought it was a person, but my experiences thus far on my
journey told me otherwise. At first all I caught was a glimpse of was his feet.
They were black and cloven with tufts of hair sprouting around the ankles. As a
lifted the veil higher the vision of human form became clearer, but the black
beast’s traits were unmistakable. I raised the veil up those tantalizing legs
to his fine ass resting on the bed, stopping when his proud aroused cock came
into light. Instantly I knew it was meant for me, and I recoiled in shock and
horror at the thought that I was invited to this monstrous orgy of carnal
delights. The black beast was waiting for me with all the delights of
temptation. On one side, there was fine plump fruit aplenty on a bluish crystal
tray. Two small glasses and a gold tinted decanter were also waiting. A
fragrant intoxicating vapor, issuing from a strange sort of incense that burned
within, overpowered my senses. Everything about the room was meant to entice
me. A part of me truly wanted to give into the temptation presented and
experience it all, but the beast inside, whose musk mingled with the essence
and smelled of fire, would burn my soul with his searing cock.

With trembling heart I found myself sitting on my bed
sweating heavily, again I realized the visions were never there. The idea,
however, was firmly planted in my mind. I could still see that great black
beast and his gorgeous cock sitting on that bed as clear as though I was still
lifting that veil. I never lifted the veil to look into that beast-man’s eyes,
I was afraid of what I would find. I knew who he was, but I could not
understand his relations with all the fables of the world. They were all here
in this house indulging in fantastic pleasures that stimulated the senses. Yet,
the one that awaited me was the most forbidden of all the black shadows, and
yet, all I could see was a sprawling Eden
were the serpent had taken over the garden. That was the close of only one of
my Nights; but there was a thousand nights left.

A great discord began to follow between my days and
nights. During the day I would go to work worn and tired, cursing the
bewitching night and her empty dreams, but as night came my daily life with its
bonds and shackles would appear petty, and false, a ludicrous vanity.

Nightfall would always catch and overwhelm me in a
snare of strange intoxication. I was transformed into some unknown personage of
legend and yore that went on a great adventure of the senses where great
fantastic beasts still roamed. I would walk throughout the garden and wonder at
all I came across. It was filled with the delights of paradise as men, woman
and monstrous beast indulged in all the pleasures of the senses. Beauty,
sensuality, romanticism, and even a playful cuteness overwhelmed my sight as
they all shared their bodies with one another. In great halls of marble and
gold or in palaces of Persian sultans they drank and became merry. Then
throbbing cocks would emerge from monstrous bodies in pinks or hues of blue and
silver. Each monster’s cock, like the uniqueness of their owners’ bodies’
shapes and forms, was armed with unique adaptations for dealing out pleasure.
Adaptations they used to conjoin themselves into the orifices of waiting
partners. Knots, studs, frills and interesting shapes all sliding slowly or
vigorously into vaginas or anuses. Like the different flavors of fruits or the
different tastes of wine, the adaptations of their cocks and vaginas would
stimulate the nerves to create different flavors of pleasure - complimented by
further adaptations of each lover’s bodies that were used to squeeze and hold
flesh, or feel the soft warmth of skin and fur. Tongues explored to taste these
same sensations as salty, sweet and musky flavors. Like a banquet, there was so
much to chose from, and endless gourmet of flavors to explore forever.

There was the hulking Minotaur of half man and bull
roaming the maze. His body bulged with strength, and his cock was equally
impressive. His cock was a bright red spear, a third horn between his legs that
would gore his victims deep. They would gasp and groan at such a thing as he
delivered fresh hot milk from his two large gonads that hammered his lovers’
asses as they swung.

The dragon with scales of gold flew around his
maiden’s tower singing songs of his desires. When he perched upon her sill and
his sleek slender form curled his way inside her home in secrecy, the maiden
waiting would then press her naked body against his warm scales that glistened
like hard metal but felt of a wonderful new material to unearthly to describe.
From his nostrils he snorted a short torrent of wonderful purple flame, and
then he licked her with a long coiling tongue from her shoulders to her ass. So
long was his tongue that he could kiss her all at once, sliding it between her
legs and through the moist crevices of her slit and have it reach up again to
tickle her belly.

In the waters of the great fountains and lakes, there
were the mermaids with silver scales and fair skin. They wait like sirens on the
shore as their lovers, both man and monstrous beast, clamor closer to hear
their songs. They slip into the cool, refreshing waters and are taken
immediately, dragged down into mysterious depths as lips were locked together.
The mistresses of the sea would fill their mates’ lungs with the blue air of
the sea as their tongues swirled against the tongues of their lover - A long
embrace into the deep dark of mystery.

All of this and more I witnessed in my nightly
journeys and life long quest in a house that wasn’t a house, but a garden of
delights that wasn’t real. Echoes of pleasure came up out of empty shadows and
fairies with glittering wings danced and piled on top of each other in great
sexual masses in the still dust and creaking boards of that old abode.

Even though I watched in awe and wonder, listened to
the beautiful music, and smelled the exotic scents; I was faced with the
forbidden tree with its branches hanging low just for me. The red haired woman
maddens me as she takes me to the great black beast waiting in my bed. His
searing black cock awaited to sear my insides as his body tosses me about. All
I had to do was cross that veil into his threshold. To pluck the fruit like the
serpent told me to.

Sometimes, throughout even the day in the shadow next
to mine, or when looking in a mirror, I would see a reflection of that handsome
beast with a curling crown of golden horns at my side. His fruit was ripe and
heavy and promised all to itself a heavenly experience. It would twitch and he
would smile a wicked grin as he whispered voicelessly that all I needed to do
was grab hold of him. With one bite, I would be whisked away. He enticed me
with his soft words and his glances of intense passion glowing in his dark
eyes. His body strong, rugged and wild covered in intensely dark satin fur. He
would reach out to touch me, wrapping his arms around me as his muzzle brushed
ever so lightly against my nape, only to vanish in a blaze of mist and heat. It
was a wild gust of wind, laden with the fragrance of the hills and earth behind
that house. A perfume of seduction and temptation that tenderly kissed and
touched my skin even when I could not see him.

One evening I decided to go out in my car to leave
that place - but his perfume and earthy essence implored me to stay - but I
would not listen that day as my mind was made. Yet, as I took my jacket and my
suitcase down a sudden whirlwind, crested with the earth of those mountains and
its wild scents and the fiery perfume of the black beast presence caught up all
my belongings and whirled them round and round, while a loud peal of hearty
laughter rose higher and higher. I could not go out for a ride that day, and by
the next day, I gave up for good.

That night I heard the inviting whispers of the mysterious
woman in red. I could not see her, only her voice floated in from somewhere
from deep within that house. From below my bed, below the floor, even below the
stony foundation, her voice cried out and implored me: 'Oh, sweet dreamer,
break through these doors of hard illusion and escape with me. Taste the sweet
wonders of fantastic impossibility. Do not listen to the world’s fears as you
press him to your heart. Ride through the woods and hills that only your
wildest imagination has ever known.’

Who am I? How can I break through the illusion? I can
lift the veil and see what awaits me and I do tremble at the idea of letting
him touch my sacred flesh with his black paws of lust. I know that as he laid
me into his arms and wooly chest that he would take care of me. I am a precious
thing he must posses like all the other riches of this palace. He would spend a
great time holding me, my pure and naked self, touching and rubbing my white
skin against his deep darkness. His body would be hot, so hot like the
forbidden fires in which he was born. I fear him burning my soul but he will
not allow me to protest. For if I break the boundary of this illusion he shall
surely take me like the beast. He will force me on all fours and I shall feel
his dark spear plunge so deep into me that there will be no recovery, and no
coming back. I can already imagine it burning my insides as I melt away from
the pleasure of it all. Moreover, even though he is the beast, his movements
will be slow and tender, that is what confuses me the most. Am I to fear him as
a monster while he dominates my body like a man; a lover who cares not of his bodily
form, or mine. Through this bond of which I enjoy the fruit in his garden, will
its knowledge free me, or make me learn a horrid truth of why it is so
forbidden? At that point it will not matter for his seed will soak my insides,
and I shall forever be marked by it, perhaps even sire a new generation with
it. I do not know if it will be for the good or ill of humankind.

All the voice did was laugh, I have no clue if it was
at me or at the words I spoke. I then opened my eyes and saw that it was
already light. I got up, dressed, and went to have my morning meal. But then I
said, No, I can stay here no longer.’ With that the very next thing I did was
pack up and moved away to my office.

I could not escape the thoughts and words I had
spoken or had seen. The image of the black beast and all his cohorts haunted me
still, not as visions or illusions, but as a stain in the recesses of my soul.
I threw my pen down and closed my ledgers, as it was impossible to work. The
image of my words filled my thoughts full. The black beast was behind me and I
fell back into him; every curve fitting his and his to mine. His knees molded
into my legs. My elbows fit into the curved bend of his own arms as his hands
reached to hold mine. My head hung low under his chin, which he rested upon my
crown. I imagined it all, even the feel of his black cock fitting between my
thighs as he pushed his way between my legs to point it proudly out in front of
me. There I would admire it as though it were my own, grasping it tightly in my
hands. I explored his cock as if it was a part of me, tugging, rubbing, and
wanting to feel what it was like to have the orgasm of a beast, a devil. Our
white torrent rained down, our bodies never unfolding away from each other as
we reacted with uncontrollable, wild seizures of pleasure. I could feel every one
of his forbidden contraction push through me.

My mind and body were restless - there was no escape.
I needed answers to my melody and in the evening I left my office and drove
many miles once again to that town with the house where such dreams reside. I
went to the caretaker of that forbidden place, whom must know all its secrets,
demanding, 'Tell me the meaning to all this!’

What I gathered from that old woman, Ms. Weatherly,
was this: That all that I had seen and witnessed was true. The house was a
gathering place of fantastic and erotic ideas. A place of unsatisfied longings
and lurid flames of wild blazing pleasures, raged within its halls. That the
curse of all the hidden fancies and forbidden desires from all ages past and
all peoples now long forgotten had made its every stone thirsty, and eager to
swallow up any who would grace its halls. Not one who lived there for three
consecutive nights had escaped it.

I pleaded: 'is there no means whatever of my
release?’ The old woman said: ’ There is only one means, and that is very
difficult. I will tell you what it is, but first you must hear the history of a
young wealthy woman with hair like fire, and her history with the lusts of
human desires found in the tales of antiquity and the imaginations of men.

* * *

Just at that moment, the loudspeaker announced that
the tram was coming. So soon? We hurriedly packed up our luggage as the tram slowly
eased its way to a stop. A young woman, whose bright red hair contrasted
heavily against the noise of a passenger window, looked to have been just
aroused from slumber when she caught sight of our fellow companion and all her
books. She cried, 'Hello,’ and took her into her own crowded compartment where
she was swallowed up by all the noise of the bustling station. We had no chance
of finding out neither who that woman was nor what was the end of the story.

I said, 'She was evidently either crazy or taking us
for fools and imposed upon us out of fun. The story is pure fabrication from
start to finish.’

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For
six months Richard absorbed himself into making the painting at his cabin home.
During which so little was heard or seen of him that locals began to wonder if
he still breathed, but it was nice that he was no longer a nuisance to anybody.
It was strange, despite his love for his daughter, not once had he tried to see
her. Those who did check on him said that Jennet had already placed a curse on
his soul. For when he had his brush in his hand, he forgot everything else but
his work.

He
worked so feverishly without ever seeing the sun that he fell ill and the
doctor was fetched to see him. While it is easy to believe that his illness was
due to exhaustion and lack of taking care of himself, others say he was plagued
by demons and foul spirits; the work of Jennet’s wickedly mischievous hand. They
believed this because he asked the doctor to sit by his side while he rest. He
complained of bad dreams as he requested from the doctor, “have all the
shutters drawn as though it were night, and don’t let anyone or anything come
inside.”

To
this, the doctor was puzzled. Who would come to visit him, especially now in
his state? However, he followed the request, knowing the man needed his rest.
Everything was fine until the voices spoke in an incomprehensible way. Little
by little, the words broke in to resemble the moans of a rape victim
underwater.

“How…Come
to me?… Where am I supposed to go?…What are you saying?…Where? To
Hell?…What is this place?…What are you doing to me? Ahhh!”

The
doctor tried to observe Richard’s face in the gloom. He saw him gasping, and
his pale, wrinkled face sweating. His tongue moved to make disconnected words
as though something was tugging at it.

The
scared doctor saw a shadow move next to the unfinished painting. He tried to
shake Richard awake but he refused and continued speaking his dream. “Give
me my daughter. Where are you taking her? No, she is mine, you can’t have her. Come
into the forest…You will become what you deserve…Lost forever. Monsters! No,
not by her! She cannot have me too.”

The
doctor became ever more fearful, and later would claim he saw painted images
move and swirl on their own upon that great canvas covering the cabins north wall.
There weren’t any details for him to describe from the terrible secrets of
paint. Nonetheless, he felt something more than paint stirring on the canvas.

He
grabbed the water used to wash the brushes and splashed it over the moaning form
of Richard in his bed. This brought him out of his mumbling state, causing him
to sit up. For a moment he stared at nothing with eyes full of dread and mouth
gaping. Then he returned to his senses and said, “It’s alright doctor, you
may leave me now.”

The
doctor against his professionalism did not protest. He was quick to leave that gloom-ridden
cabin and hoped he never had to return.

That
wasn’t the worst of it. A month later, Richard began to ask for assistance in
his work. Locals wondered how he could afford such a thing as his
advertisements offered good pay to any young woman who was willing to model for
him. None would take his offer, not at first, due to the terrible man’s
reputation and the implications that he probably was in need of a nude girl. No
woman of modesty would do such a thing for this man, and none of Jennet’s girls
would have anything to do with him to begin with.

Eventually
his demands caught the attention of those outside the town. He must have been
swindling the poor folk, as surely he could not have had the money he advertised
to attract such clientele. A young prostitute from Dodge City had traveled all this way to pose
and perhaps later see if she could find employment from her highness on the
hill. She would not return to pose a second time, and left town almost as
quickly as she arrived.

Richard,
while moistening a brush, had her strip down. When she was completely naked,
Richard with a strange scowl said, “I’d like to see you like a spider in a
web. I’m sorry but you should let me do what I want.”

His
new employee didn’t know what to think of the setup he had waiting for her. An
elaborate web, much like a spiders, was created out of cord. Richard proceeded
to tie her there, binding her hands and feet tightly against his creation, then
he produced more cords to wrap around her body, the cords were wrapped tightly
and dug into her skin uncomfortably. The weight of her body, as she hung down
against her restraints, caused the cords wrapped around her breasts to squeeze
them until the bulged like swollen balloons. She whimpered and whined, but
Richard would not listen and began painting her likeness upon his massive
screen. He became entranced with his work, and the more she struggled and
pleaded to be released, the more feverishly he painted her. Sometimes he walked
around her to take small sketches of the different angles in which the cords
dug into her naked flesh, relishing how her skin molded against her tight
restraints.

She
began to scream when the spiders were brought out from a wooden box Richard
produced from a nearby shelf. They were pulled out one by one and placed
daintily on her skin. They were large spiders, unusually so, that moved very
slowly with hairy legs that tippity-tapped their way across her. At first, she
tried desperately to get away, shaking against her bonds. This only excited Richard
and he sent out to paint her again, carefully and quickly recording her shaking
motions that caused the cords wrapped around her thigh to pull upward and dig
into her snatch.  Richard excited by
this, reached into his box, placed the largest spider on her pubic mound, and
then shoved two fat fingers into her cunt. He strung the cord like a guitar
string, letting it slap painfully back between her pussy lips.

She
shook hard against the constraints, but he had bound her well. What rapid
movements she could produce didn’t do much to rid the spiders from her body.
She screamed and pleaded for her release. Richard did not listen and after a
time even gagged her to make her quite. For hours he kept her like this as he
painted away, or walked around her taking his notes and sketches, sometimes
slapping or pinching her. All she could do was hang there uncomfortably as she
watched and felt the spiders crawl all over her naked flesh.

She
was afraid that he would do far worse to her. Even if she was a prostitute, the
idea of being raped by this man very much crossed her mind. To her horror, he
had something more monstrous in mind. He planned to put one of the spiders
inside her. She let out a muffled scream but he only smiled and pressed his
brush against his lips.

Suddenly
a loud crash was heard, and the whole cabin shook, particularly the north wall.
It was though something was slamming against it from the outside. Causing the
lanterns to sway dangerously, and caste eerie shadows throughout that gloom-ridden
place. Then she heard the great ghostly neigh, as the kicking thumps grew
louder.

“Disastrous
beast, Richard scowled. He put his brush away and went outside, hollering and
shooing away whatever was beating on the cabin walls. "Get away you damned
mule. Go back to your whore up on the hill and leave me alone. My sketch is
ruined and it’s your fault, now get! Get, I say.”

The
neighing of the beast was loud and terrifying. It was like no horse she had ever
heard. Yet, it had saved her, for when Richard returned, his mood was foul and
he had lost interest in continuing her horrifying ordeal. When she was cut free,
she cursed his name and fled, and as I said before, she left town within the
day. Some say it wasn’t just because of the awful little man and the things he
had done to her, but for the images she saw painted on that hellish screen.

She
saw herself in minute-to-minute detail painted on that massive, roaring canvas.
She was bound in roaring flames made out like a spider’s web that seemed to
stretch the whole canvas. The flames had an organic feel and thickness that
grabbed her like cords. She could feel them burning into her skin, slapping and
violating her. They squeezed her breasts until her nipples popped out like
pointy spear tips. She was moaning and writhing in anticipation to the great
monstrous spider that was descending upon her. Its monstrous cock, a series of
pink cones interlinked together, was lurching out of its abdomen.

She
recalled the worst part of it being the sense of realism to it. While confined
in that horrible cabin studio, Richard was painting a mirror reality. She felt
this demonic spider looming above her somewhere, truly descending down to
ravage her in his web. Yet, the image of herself in Richard’s painting was not
afraid of what was coming. Where she writhed in uncomfortable torment, her
mirror self moaned and smiled as the lucid flame licked her breasts. She saw
her terrible doppelganger smiling back at her and inviting her to play. That
frightened her most of all.

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From the Festival of Taboo Carnal Lords                                                                           Mia did her best to keep herself from being captured and ravaged. It got increasingly more difficult as the town shrank to the encroaching magic, and there were only a handful of them left now. She hid in the old rustic inn on the far side of town. In the room next to hers she could hear another girl being captured.
She was lustfully moaning away as the walls creaked by the banging force of her ravaging. Mia knew what it was, she had has seen the White Rabbit stalking the halls of the inn. This was no ordinary rabbit. It was a hulking monstrosity that walked on its hind legs, like a cross between a rabbit and a gorilla, except longer and leaner in the body. Mia knew him well because she had been a prisoner in his lair during her first festival experience. Terrible and frightening in appearance, like a nightmarish Easter bunny that looked like he would feast upon your bones, he was actually a rather gentle giant.
Ones first festival could be a very strange experience if you had never been properly introduced to the forest before hand. First, there was the haunting dreams of a monstrous lover. Then the awakening to a world of frenzy and mad lust. She had dreamt for months about her night steed only to have this hulking white beast emerge from a closet during the towns decay. She did not know what its terrifying presence meant at that time. He seemed so viscous and fierce. Was he to eat her? Tear her apart? Perhaps rape her with his massively visible cock?
To be a master sorceress meant to have control over the forest and its beasts. To enter their realm as you desired and not have it invade and haunt you. But the game doesn’t let you choose and for her first years as concubine to the forest it was the white rabbit she had to entertain the most. Meaning her powers could only come from him and only if he allowed it. He was the master and she was his mistress and her powers of sorcery over nature was only granted because the he allowed it.
If she could just wait out a little longer and escape this bestial lords lustful clutches then she could become the master, the predator of the prey. It wasn’t that it was a bad thing to be the prey. The white rabbit was a very pleasing, if not veracious lover. His realm in the forest was inside the a great hollowed tree which led to a tunnel maze of tree roots and shallow underground ponds. He had powers over passages and doorways. doors that led to anywhere she desired.
Though he did end up using that massive cock of his it was not under force. For all his terrifying stature he courted her with tender foreplay and slowly worked on her with a gentle touch. As scary as he was his fur was very soft and he touched her carefully as she coward in a corner. She had been afraid and unsure of herself as he slowly undressed her; letting her get used to his gentle touch as he caressed her skin, petting and rubbing her, scratching her under the chin, rubbing her belly and of course playing with her tits.
The ease of his process slowly worked her shirt and bra off one sleeve at a time. As he did this, she began to remember her dreams and the stories told to her from her nightly messenger. This was no longer a dream she would easily wake from. Her masters had been deemed her ready and she was to mate with this creature. It was an overwhelming idea that she could do nothing about but lie there and let him strip her down and touch her body in sensual ways. Doing anything more took to much effort for her reeling mind to process. This new fantasy was a shock.
So soft was his paws that curled around her waist and tickled her tummy. So warm and mitten like, as they made her skin tingle with delight. She knew what this strange viscous monster was going to do to her, even if she had never seen another monster like him, not even in her dreams. He did not speak, only purred and growled. His massive flopping cock dangled ever closer to her as he touched her and bent over her. Then he laid his body into hers, allowing the whole of his furry warmth to engulf her as he hugged her. This allowed him to begin nuzzling her with his wiggling nose, particularly across the tops her breasts to playfully nudge her nipples with. The cuteness of his features began to show through his viscous ones, and Mia couldn’t help but find delight in it.
He grabbed her pants and panties and slowly worked them off her body as he continued to press his fluffy body into her. His fluffy body had really been something to experience against her whole nakedness. So warm and soft were the memories that she envied the girl in the next room whom was squirming to his presence. Soon she would come to know the meaty, plump fullness that would fill you from inside.
Mia could still hear him still working her over slowly. Tasting her first, perhaps even devouring her like the monster he was. Lifting the poor girl above him as he savored her feminine flavor. Mia remembered how he loved to do that to her, leaving her dangling helpless in his ogre like arms with only his soft velvety ears to hold onto. He dipped his meaty tongue deep into her, letting her juices run along his tongue and down his throat. The more he drank the more her intoxicating nectar would spill from her cup.
But no matter how much nectar he could make her cum, or how masterful his lips and tongue could be to find the most pleasurable spots to tingle the inside of her vagina, her nectar could never beat his monsterous milk. When these monsters decided to cum, their pulsing cocks would erupt with spurt after long spurt of viscous white cream. Even with his massive body and great balls, where was he storing it all? He also had so much stamina because he could go again and again within a single night. She would get to taste, feel and be filled by his cream to her hearts content. It was the honey of the forest gods whose immortal essence was made for your taste and pleasure.
The White Rabbit’s cock was so big no woman could fit much but the head inside their mouths. While inside their pussies? Well, some sort of magic must have been at play. Though no woman could fit him all the way inside. Most, even the less experienced, somehow could take an impressive amount of him. His fat girth was absolutely filling, as it seemed to smother itself against every bit of a woman’s pleasure seeking parts. These monsters were designed for giving pleasure in every sexual way.
The roaring and pounding from the next room came to a thunderous climax. The beast roared in unison with the woman’s gargled moaning groan of orgasm. Mia could only imagine his hot Cadbury cream filling, bubbling and oozing like molten sugar inside her.

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The sunlight was quickly slipping away when Jane found herself stranded on the old country road. After all that had happened, it couldn’t be a coincidence that she found herself in this mysterious countryside all alone. She knew whatever was chasing her these past months, tormenting her at odd hours of the night, was responsible for luring her here.
The bus broke down just ten miles outside the small mountain town of Alpine in a country valley surrounded by tall rocky mountains. Jane could make out the occasional home or farmstead dotting the valley. She could make out faint lights coming from such a farm up the road, but it was still a good click away. She wouldn’t make it there before the sun completely set. Not that it would matter, whatever was after her had become more bold. She thought that if she escaped by bus in the company of others that it would keep its distance; it had not. She couldn’t risk further tragedy to her other travel companions, so she slipped out on her own while the driver was assessing the damage.
It was a foolish choice. Somewhere unseen, that ‘thing’ was behind her. It was only a matter of time before it took her. She did not know why it was coming for her, or why it had been haunting her these past few months. The events just started mysteriously and without warning. This demon, this stalking monstrosity of her nightmares, was not human. It did not want to kill her, or torment her - at least not in the typical life harming fashion. This thing had tried to seduce her, and its lust was highly pornographic. The supernatural events haunting her had left her with this evidence. This thing wanted to do graphic and wild things to her body in order to satisfy this lust. He grew ever more bold as the terrifying, supernatural phenomena happened with greater frequency. She tried to escape; run away to anyplace, anywhere that was far away from it. Instead, it led her here where it wanted her to go all along.
The road she found herself on was long and weary. Empty, save for the distant mountains all around, the fenced-off fields of scattered cottonwood trees, and mountain willows surrounding shallow creeks. Only the distant farmhouse served as a beacon of safety, of which, Jane questioned even its capabilities. Even if she could reach it, what then? This thing would not rest, would not stop until it had her.
His hellish squeals began again. They were loud enough to echo off the mountains. The others she had left at the bus would have been able to hear it too. They would probably mistake it for a farmers pig or some wild boar, but Jane knew better. She picked up her pace, leaving all her baggage behind. Why was this place so lonely and dark? Why weren’t there more vehicles, or people just out and about in their fields? Where were the horses or cattle? Why, with all her final efforts, was she so alone, exposed and defeated in the end?
The last rays of the sun dipped behind the mountains and a cool breeze followed. She would never make it to the farmstead even as her pace quickened. She got off the road, crawled through a fence, and made her way toward some bushes. Jane wasn’t thinking anymore, just doing, trying to escape the inescapable. He was behind her, she couldn’t see him, but he was there all the same. Her quickened pace turned into a sprint; maybe if she could climb a tree. More monstrous squeals came, now from the growing darkness somewhere near. Jane went for a dense jungle of willows; their tensile, green branches whipped and scratched her as she tried to push by them. The beast was closer now, nearby willow branches crashed and broke, letting her know that they would provide no protection. The beast was shoving past them with effortless strength. He only had to find her with his powerful nose that sought her scent, and it was loudly rooting in the vegetation and mud. It did not take long. Soon his massive form crashed towards her, snapping twigs and tossing mud. Jane knew he was big due to her previous haunting encounters, where she caught sight of his shadow from time to time. He grabbed for her with large, weird, two-fingered hands that were almost hoof-like. But his grip was weak and awkward, even with his might the willows still hindered him. Her struggling against him in the dark only allowed him to tear away her shirt. Tattered cloth was left hanging in his clutches as she darted deeper into the tangled mess.
The running water of a small river was nearby. Jane found it quickly enough, and fortunately, it wasn’t deep. But it was cold, and the cold stunned her long enough to allow the beast to grab her again; this time by a leg. He tried to pull her out of the water. Or was he trying for something else? He was toying with her again by trying to rob her of more clothing, leaving her exposed to him. In the cold water, she could not easily fight back as the stones beneath her were slippery. Her pants tore away, and in his triumph, he held them like a trophy while squealing into the night. Jane could not make out his features but his silhouette hinted at his monstrosity. His human-like gait was naturally hunched over due to a powerful, bestial-looking, upper back and neck that held up his giant boar-like head. Large, almost quill like spines rose up like hackles on his thick mane. These bristles began glowing in the dark - like red-hot pokers piercing the night sky; an intensity that shared only with the demon’s eyes.
Such a monstrosity, so primal and feral. God, the things she knew it wanted to do to her, and the things he would do if she did not get away from him. She scrambled her way to the far bank as the beast roared, and then tore up and devoured her claimed pants in his tusk-filled mouth. She did not get far before she heard him clod his way through the creek after her once again. On the far bank was a tree. It was small, but maybe should could find safety in its branches. She just had to climb it, and maybe she would be safe… But it was dark and she never climbed a tree before, and the rough bark was uncomfortable against her wet, bare skin, so she did not get far.
The beast paused to watch her struggle. He almost felt sorry for her, but not enough to stop him from grabbing both her legs. He did not pull her out of the tree, he just made sure she couldn’t climb higher. Keeping her at the perfect height for him to spread her legs and dive his snout into her ass. The large tusks of his lower jaw dug into her skin as he used them to hook into her panties. He tore them off with one quick motion of his powerful head. Her taste flavored the cloth of her underwear nicely and he noisily chewed it with grunting pleasure. It didn’t take him long to devour and swallow most of it, leaving only a shredded strand hanging from one tusk.
The main course was now at hand as he held her struggling legs apart, and he dove his snout in again. His large, flared, flat snout pushed into her ass crack to allow his mouth to gorge on her puffy muff. Peeling apart her fruit with teeth and tongue, which was already sopping wet from her dunking in the cold creek. The taste fed his lustful fury, which caused his strength to push her forcefully further up the tree. Jane bopped roughly against his snout as she cried out in vane. The beast was rough and his tusks poked at her uncomfortably. Jane knew that this creature only wanted one thing from her. It was going to breed her, fuck her like an animal. For the time being it was distracted enough to allow her to try to pry herself away, if she could just get him to let go of her with his vice like grip then maybe she could climb out of his reach.
The beast was content with where he had her for now as he suckled at her ass and snatch. She was unwilling, but he was experienced in this carnal game. He would push and stimulate all her hidden pleasure triggers until euphoria weakened her. Then he would have full willing access to his prize. He wanted all his tongue inside her, not to pierce her deeply, but to stimulate her folds and glands. He used the expanding tissues of his tongue to spread and tickle her insides. Making her body ready with his saliva, which bubbled around her tissues until they began to swell with heat and excitement.
No! Her mind screamed as her body began to betray her. Somehow, between the uncomfortable pain of his forceful shoving with his boar shaped head he managed to strike a nerve-tingling sensation of pleasure down her spine. Even as his tusks were jabbing into her fleshy ass-cheeks, bruising them, a lightning bolt of pleasure flashed and overrode her other senses for a brief moment. An event he was producing with surprising regularity.
God dam this thing! Why was it hunting her? Why did it want to do these things to her? It had to be that book. It all began when she refused to accept that strange, awful book that woman wanted her to review. That woman must be to blame. She was a witch who was responsible for all this. This was her punishment for ignoring her.
She feared what was to become of her after this. She knew she wasn’t going to escape, as there was something about each bolt of tingling, hard pleasure that was assuring her of that. “What becomes of you after your body is ravaged my some demonic, bestial monster?” The fear of finding out was what kept the fight in her. The unknown was her motivation to get away, but these pangs of irrational pleasure were striking primordial instincts deep inside her being. Some ancient side of herself was being prodded and poked in a very rough and exciting way.
The beast’s narrow snout kept pushing up inside of her. His teeth nibbled at her pussy lips and clitoris. He feasted not on her flesh but on her pleasure. His success at making her occasionally squeal made him hungry for more. His hard cock thumped against the drum of his stomach. It couldn’t wait to spiral its way into her body. First, he must work his fruit from the tree until she tired. She rejected him, but he would get her to come around. They always rejected him for what he was it was only natural. But she had accepted the bargain when she signed the contract. She should have been careful of the fine print. Not that it mattered anyways, for none ever regretted the result. It was only the initiation that was difficult.
He was an expert, a demon of lust in his own land where he perfected his craft over centuries of initiations, plus boars were built for rooting. He would dig into her fleshy hole for her satisfaction. Each squeal he dug out of her was, for now, just an appetizer. He would truly feast when her body became so overwhelmed by carnal pleasure that her body would convulse and churn out such a delicious sauce.
Jane wished that this nightmare was more in line with other horror stories. The monster was supposed to eat you - but not like this. You weren’t supposed to enjoy it, not even a little, but this monster was incessant at his work. His saliva rolled down his face, and she could feel it frothing as he worked with demanding intensity. He got excited and worked harder every time a moan or pleasurable sound escaped her lips. She tried to hold back and not give this beast satisfaction, but she was playing a losing game against a very determined and experienced player.
Suddenly he struck the right place just the right way inside her pink fleshy walls. It was the most powerful of the tingling sensations yet. A sensation so powerful that it made her ignore everything else. When it passed, she found that she had been hollering and shaking from it. The experience was unnatural. Nothing had ever caused that kind of pleasurable sensation before in all her life.
The more she dangled for him the more she was at risk of being hit by his power of persuasion again. She almost lost her grip from the tree the first time. She tried to reach higher, pulling with all her arm strength, but like she feared another powerful pang of bliss shot through her body, shaking her to her core. The beast suckled and squealed in delight. He knew he had found her G-spot and dug at it viciously with his snout and tongue. He hungered for more of her cries and sweet juices that squeezed out of her convulsing body.
A large full moon hung low in the sky. Its light made her wet body shimmer deliciously. Jane hung from her tree full of nectar. She was also delicate and the beast knew he had to be careful not to bruise his fruit too much. But such fruit doesn’t come often. His cock twitched again with excitement, thudding against his stomach. His over-eagerness was getting even the best of his patience as he tugged more rigorously. At last, his strength overcame her as she attempted to gain leverage on a weak branch. Like dominoes, the branches snapped in succession as she fell to the ground.
She wasn’t hurt, not seriously at least. She was mostly shocked by the surprise and scare of her fall. Now that she was no longer in the tree, she would have worried about fleeing, but the beast was too quick to allow that. Almost as soon as she hit the ground the boar was on top of her. His dick spiraled into her like a drill bit, and was already most of the way up his hilt before she could even recover. It was a strange feeling, his dick was of a corkscrew nature and she could feel it spin as it worked its way in.
This was it, the game was up, and she had lost. Jane didn’t know how this was going to end, but for now, she was going to take him all night long. The beast bent over her and he was heavy and strong, and his thrusts were slow but powerful. He would thrust in hard, his dick going deep into her fast. Then he would pull out slowly, letting its shape spin out of her. A sensation not unlike the feeling of love beads slowly being pulled out 'one by one’. He would repeat this process with each time getting a little more intense with his power. He was designed for her pleasure and she found herself squealing and yelling for it almost against her will. The beast squealed in unison with her. His triumph at making her his bitch only made him fuck her harder.
He was first to cum, the amount of his seed was inhuman. It filled her womb and then filled the cavities between his cock and her vaginal walls. He just kept on cumming a slow, thick, filling ooze that pushed into every crevice.
She screamed and cried with each twitching, pulsating amount that traveled down his spiraling shaft. “Oh God! How can there be so much? What will happen to me with his cum, so much cum, inside me? Oh god! My womb is full of demon cum!” She held her hand against the swell in her abdomen, almost feeling it bubble and churn inside her. The beast just saw it as an excuse to keep going. His cum was just lubricating her to fuel his dirty ritual. He kept up with his steady thrusts and slow pullouts. Schlicking and gurgling messes erupting out each time he extracted his corkscrew. He had the whole night to make her his. He would make her cum too, many times in fact as he fucked her throughout the night under that cottonwood tree. Finally, the sun would rise to call a new day.

'Jane was found naked and unconscious, covered and filled with so much jizz that the authorities didn’t know what to make of it. They waited to see if she would ever awaken from her strange, satisfied trance. But they never got the chance to find out what had happened that night. Mysteriously, she disappeared that very next night. How she managed to escape the hospital without nobody noticing is still unsolved. She simply vanished and became another urban legend.’ Ms. Warwick said as she told the story with a smirk. This is why Daline should be careful with anything she receives from that woman. She could face a similar fate.

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Dear Brother;
I write to inform you that I am leaving tomorrow. When I do, you will not hear from me again, because I shall have disappeared from this world. I have found another where wild and fantastic things roam. They have taken me in as one of their own; as a lover, and as a mother. There I shall succumb to the same fate as Dr. Oliver, who has shown it all to me. He has embraced me with his gift, for he is now one of the great forest lords. I shall join him on his throne, forever united as one.
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‘This is what
the doctor told me, when he plucked the forbidden fruit from her branches, she
came to life. A tanned skin woman with leaves in her hair, an ancient spirit of
the forest, natural and nude, and described as having the body of a goddess.
The nymph smiled at Oliver but spoke no words, and then seduced him further
with her erotic dance. She dangerously enticed him when she quietly squeezed
her oaken breasts and swayed her curved hips. Oh brother, I can see the scene
so perfectly in my mind now. I cannot wait to join the doctor in this wild,
carnal paradise. The fruit he
had plucked was of course forbidden. It is said you should never eat the fruits
of fairies; for once you do, you belong to them. Nevertheless, Oliver has no
regrets now, and neither do I. Yes, he ate the fruit, the temptation was too
great. He was paralyzed as she got dangerously close to him. She teased him
with her forest charms and let her wild scent invade his nostrils. She was in
heat, or that is what he interpreted. Wild, untamed creatures of the forest
always attract their mates with a hot, intoxicating scent. It would make any male
forget his senses and become uncontrollably aroused. A golden honey-like sap
leaked from her green sex, which was wildly surrounded in a pubic growth of
soft, damp moss. It produced a strong, sweet aroma that drove his inner bestial
instincts mad. She took back her rich red fruit away from him and glazed it in
that honey of hers before pressing it against his lips. It was then he was
truly hers to toy with. The second time she pressed her fruit against the
source of her intoxicating drug, his addiction to her warm, sweet and exotic
spice made him quick to follow it back to her damp green. With his lips he
would devour her fruit to completion. Once gone, he continued gnawing his way
into her knothole where all the honey was made.’

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There is a masquerade party being held by the Duchess of Rose, and everyone is invited. Yet, to join in on the fun you must choose to become your favorite beast, and be warned, for her parties can be quite decadent There will be a special play, A great theatrical work written by her lordship that will indulge its audience by granting their most scandalous and lust filled wishes. Oh, and there will be a Tiger too.

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‘The Djinn laughing, addressed the panic
awe-ridden crowd, 'who is next to have their wish granted?’

The crowd was either too wide-eyed and
speechless, or too afflicted by the spell to pay much attention to her
question. An equine faced gent was trying to hide his shame whilst losing his
fight to temptation. It was obvious that he was stimulating himself while trying
to remain unseen to the crowd, and he was not alone. Others found the urge
befall them. A handsome beast found himself a couple of ladies who were willing
to indulge in the moment. They pulled down his trousers to take turns indulging
themselves with his pole. He wanted to protest, but that first lick shuddered
his spine and he could resist no more.

The Djinn continued to laugh and pointed
to a slender mistress dressed in silver wolf’s head and tail. The Elephant,
whom the crowd had stopped paying attention to, picked up the third victim and
slid her flailing into the uncorked bottle. The Wolf touched the bottom
clumsily while the Djinn refastened the cork. Colored smoke again huffed from
the tiger’s maw to swirl around the bottle and into a crowd that was unsure of
itself. Again, they watched with nervous anticipation, wondering if the same
would happen as it had before.

Indeed, the tiger did growl and sneer at
his new plaything with cock throbbing hard. The She-Wolf did transform like the
Swan and Tiger, before the waiting eyes of the crowd. It was hard to see with
all the glittering smoke, but her silhouette betrayed her growth in size and
ferocity. She had a woman’s divine body, sexy shape, and luscious breasts, but
her mask was a mask no more. Canine head and big fluffy tail were now as much a
part of her as the silver fur that covered her from foot to ear. Sexy and
predatory, savage and beautiful, she bared her teeth and showed ferocity. Even
if she was neither human nor beast, her feral charms caught the attention of a
mystified audience.

It was the she-wolf that made the first
move. She leapt at the snarling orange and black hulk, and they scratched, bit
and roared. He may have been bigger and stronger, but she was much faster. His
throat was caught in her vice of a maw. She had him pinned underneath her at
the bottom of the bottle. The Tiger’s lips snarled in angry protest to his
defeat. His cock, however, was more than eager to slide inside her canine body.
She did all the work, her transformation made her more than eager to breed as
she ground her hips vigorously up and down the Tiger’s cock. The slick warm goo
from his brutal assault on the Swan bubbled around the Wolf’s groaning slit.

The scene caused a new excitement in the
crowd. Sexual tensions began to burst, and men and woman alike began shedding
clothes to embrace their primal side. The White Rabbit who chased her Vix now
pounced upon her mate. She licked his bare chest and moved her way seductively
and slowly to nibble at this neck and ears. The Merveilleuses Mink had once again found her Abbot. He was sweating
heavily and had loosened his attire quite liberally for her to undo the rest.
Even the Swan, in her exhausted heap rubbed her sore and aching sex that still generously
oozed from the ravage breeding.

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Charles opened his eyes. Where was he, he couldn’t
move. He was all tied up. Her threads were wrapped all around him. Just a
moment ago, he was watching her from the window. She was so beautiful, who was
she? He wanted to know, but he couldn’t pull himself away. He could only sit
and watch her from his room.

Now he was trapped in her web, and she was a monster.
He could feel the vibrations of her eight legs skittering across her web. She
was getting closer, laughing at him. Her six eyes gleamed with hunger.

Her threads were tied to his cock. She was tugging on
it as she got closer and closer to him. He realized now she had always had him
on her line. He thought he was the one doing it, but it was always her threads
that made him stroke himself so uncontrollably while he watched her in the
moonlight. It made so much sense now.

The threads were attached to her spinnerets. At the
tip of her abdomen was a black sucking sex - Her monstrous vagina. Oh god! He
was going to fuck this thing. Female spiders always eat their mates don’t they?

Charles struggled but he was bound up tight. Why
wouldn’t his cock go flaccid in the face of the monstrous creature? Why was it
eager to be pulled up inside her body? Oh god! It’s so warm, soft and silky; it
feels so good. Charles starts to cum already. His body jerks as his dick drains
his hot creamy essence away. It won’t stop, how can he cum so much? It feels so
good; he rolls his eyes back into his skull and his mouth gasps its last under
its silk gag.

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The third story collection of shorts by E. M. Beastly. Here you will find weird, monstrous tales of lust and pleasure. So if your into monsters, werewolves, tentacles. and other creatures that go bump in the night for your sinful pleasure, then you will enjoy this collection.

Stories Include:
The Festival of Taboo Carnal Lords
He Squirms for Her
Whipped by the Willows
Ishtar: She Was Claimed and Seduced by Her God
Cursed by the Devil’s Twisted Seed
Claimed by Wild Horses
The Forest Stud’s Seed

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Claimed by Wild Horses:

‘Would you be willing to play the game?’ The words
rung through my mind as I watched quietly from the shadows. I couldn’t stop
thinking about what my older sister had told me about the beasts and monsters
that came out from god only knows where.

I wasn’t supposed to know, wasn’t supposed to see.
Perhaps that is why she didn’t what me to come and stay with her. To keep the
secret hidden because she thought I would be disgusted and come to hate her for
it. I must admit that her secret took me well beyond surprise, a true and
powerful shock to my senses that left me stunned and unable to confront her for
some time.

I don’t know if it was the fact that monsters existed
that shocked me so, or that my sister was laying naked on the floor while the
creature violated her body. Then there was the fact she was enjoying it, going
on and on for hours with it. It was more than simple intercourse. It was wild
and untamed exploration of bodies; mouths on genitals, genitals rubbing on
bodies, holes being stuffed full, and the cum, there was so much cum.

I watched her now laying on top of that 'thing,’ from
my hiding spot. It was a different thing than the last monster she was with. In
fact it was always something different; Sometimes they were bestial
human-animal like hybrids, sometimes they were more grotesque or alien like.
The first time I had caught her in the act it was with a giant rabbit-like
beast. I would say it was a cross between man a rabbit, but the 'man’ side was
even monstrous in nature. He was big and lanky with terrible feral features in
his physique, rabbits weren’t supposed to have predatory fangs and claws. But
neither were they supposed to walk on two legs, tower over a human being or
have a sinister nightmarish lurking form of something almost demonic.

For all its savage monstrosity, however, it was very
good at love making. Part of it was very gentle. Cuddling with my sister with a
cute innocent look about its demonic features. She was laying with her back
into his stomach and chest. His large lanky arms wrapped around her, hugging
her close to him. One clawed paw was rubbing her pulsating cunt, and feeling
his own fat shaft slowly massage her insides. His elastic girth sliding gently
across the seal of my sisters vulva. All the while she lay comfortably relaxed
in his slow dance inside her body, snuggling into him soft white fur.

But there was also times when they got wild, like
hyped up children who ate all the sugar in the sugar bowl. During these times
the monsters would get rough in their play; ramming their cocks like pistons
while they dominated over her fragile form. In return my sister would turn upon
them to  savagely gnaw on filthy cock
flesh while the shaft pummeled its way through the cleavage of her breasts.

Back and forth my sister would play with the monsters
until the all-mighty climax. The beasts would cum so much; thick ropes blasting
my sisters breasts and making streaks along her smooth stomach. The thick white
cream clung to my sister like sugary frosting. Then there was a short pause as
the monster admired his handiwork, and then with endurance that far exceeded
any human male, he would go at her again. He did not care that she might rub
his filth into him. Again and again he would cum; sometimes blasting it all
over, sometimes filling her womb. Until the scene was drenched in white and my
sister was to exhausted to go on any longer.

All the while I would watch from my well hidden spot,
and for the longest time my sister never knew about that until I got up the
nerve to tell her. I don’t want to admit that I was aroused by what I saw.
Aroused and curious of what was going on, the sex was obvious but what where
this things, where did the come from? Always something new came knocking at her
door once a week. They appeared out of nowhere and when I first learned about
them I thought for sure they might come to my bedroom to ravage me. Something
that actually frightened me months ago. But now I was hiding, watching her
naked while fingering myself. Trying to match climaxes with the scene. I had to
ask her and learn the truth of the matter or else I would find myself
uncontrollably interrupting.

My sister was glad that I did not, and was both
relieved and concerned that I had learned her secret and had come to enjoy
watching rather than being horrified at what I saw. She was happy I felt no
ill-will against her for the unholy acts she performed week after week. But
afraid that I now wanted a monstrous lover.

A concern she was correct on. For the carnal sights
and sounds had worked their magic on me. I wanted to know what it was like. It
was to be a grand physical experiment being about far more than just enjoying a
good fuck. I had become intrigued by these monsters bodies and actions. Each
one was physically unique. Even the most grotesque had become fascinating; not
just because the way they moved, or the shapes and colors of their bodies. But
because they cared about the ritual of lust with my sister. They played with her
like a true companion, having fun and playing games with each other. They
wanted her to enjoy them. When they were finished with her, leaving her panting
in a cum soaked mess, her pussy twitched with orgasmic ecstasy for she had came
just as much, if not more, than they had.

And these things had the equipment to do it. Every
monster came with his own unique package. Like some creative being artistically
crafted the shape and form of their cocks. Some were studded and some had deep
ridges, the wilder ones had extreme features; writhing like serpents under
their own will or having wriggling tentacle like feelers to stroke a woman’s
flesh. These monsters were designed for pleasure.

My sister couldn’t explain to me much about what they
were, or where they came from. Only that they didn’t belong in this world and
that they served some greater force that channeled his will through them.
Whatever it was, its lust was insatiable and sought many willing partners.

“But to play with them comes a price.” My
sister warned, “Once you make the pact you cannot deny them and you will
have to contend with a new beast each time. Perhaps more grotesque and strange
than the last.”

I took the strange metal token she gave me with the
warning in mind. I was to place it when I was ready deep inside myself. It was
cold and hard as it slipped inside me. But then it started to get warm, searing
hot. The pain was excruciating, but only for moment. It felt like the token had
melted and poured inside my womb. It would not come out and the strange feeling
it left inside me became a constant reminder of the choice I had made.

Now I only had to wait and see what I had sealed my
fate with. I lay naked in my bed with nervous excitement. Knowing it was my
turn I fretted about what would be my first. I had watched my sister fuck all
manner of monstrosity; from furry beast-men, like those of were-wolf flicks, to
reptilian beasts and giant insect and spider like things. Perhaps it was good
that I already knew what I could encounter. Seeing what they had done with my
sister only excited me more than made me afraid.

But there was still the 'game’. There were aspects to
this pact beyond just giving your self to monsters. I never knew that on the
nights my sister woke me with her carnal acts that she was transported to
another world. An alien world where she was given a chance to end the pact and
retain the powers of eternal youth the token now inside her provided. All she
had to do was to play a game of cat in mouse. Avoid capture and the sexual
violation of her body and she could have powers and riches beyond a mortal
woman.

But that was not going to be tonight. I had made the
pact because I yearned to experience the violation; wanting to feel these
monstrous things inside me, taste their exotic flavor upon my tongue and to
explore their bodies as they touched my flesh. I wanted monster cock! I would
have plenty of opportunities to play the game and back out if things didn’t go
my way.

For now I just waited in the darkness of my room. It
was a warm August night, my clothes and sheets were piled in a corner of my
room, I wouldn’t need them anyway. I just lay there wondering what would happen
and what would come. Hours passed as I lay restless, jumping at every noise the
old house would groan out. Sweat beginning to bead, was it from the heat or was
I really that nervous. I tossed and turned, the tension was maddening.

I decided on a little self induced tease might help
and I rubbed a finger on across my labia. Letting my had romp through my peach fuzz
until I found the more tender pink hiding within. I ran my fingers along the
rim and played with my excited clit, spiraling my fingers all around it. Indeed
it felt good and helped relax me. But the haunting idea that soon my pussy
would be filled with something monstrous made me reach inside myself. Partly to
find the token if I could, verifying what I had done with it and part to see
how much I could take. I had seen the girth of the things, they would stretch
me to my limits. So I focused on prying myself open with both hands and
sticking as many fingers as I could inside myself.

I was getting a good rhythm that helped pass the time
when I first heard the ghostly sound. It sounded like a horse whinnying in the
distance. The sound got closer and closer and my room began to shake as though
a stampede was coming. I lay frozen on my bed. It was coming, my turn was here
and a began to breath heavily, almost gasping with fearful excitement. The
noises, however, just got louder and louder like they were coming from inside
the walls. The shaking earthquake knocked books from the shelves and
knick-knacks from my tables.

Then it stopped, all was quite once again. But I knew
it was it over. It was very dark in my room but a feint ghostly light began to
glow at the foot my room, like something was walking through the walls. I dared
not look at it, so I closed my eyes listening to the clopity-clomp of hooves on
my floor.

It was standing at the foot of my bed looming over
me. He was breathing heavily, snorting through huge nostrils. My eyes stayed
closed and I shook but otherwise did not move. After a while of it just looming
there, snorting hot gusts down upon my sensitive skin, I brought myself the
nerve to speak in a trembling voice. Telling him I was ready for him and he
could have his way, but it made me clench my eyes even harder. I could feel the
hard lump of the token I made my pact with aching in my womb.

This was it, the muzzle of the beast came down upon
my breasts. The mouth of the beast was large and I felt his lips gorge on my right
boob, large flat teeth gnawing at my flesh. I gasped at this sensation while a
human like hand came down upon the other boob to squeeze it just a vigorously.
Still I did not move nor opened my eyes. I was afraid of what it might be, so
for now the sensation of touch would have to do.

Besides a big head and snorting nostrils, the
whinnying and nickering sounds he made began to give his nature away. I smiled,
thanking those strange gods that tonight I would start with something a bit more
familiar. But also I would have to deal with a rather large cock stuffing if I
was correct.

But for now the mystery of not knowing for sure
excited me. I giggled as the strong heavy head of the beast began pushing my
breasts around. He was bobbing and nipping with big soft lips like my chest was
a bushel of apples. Then he moved upward to my neck, breathing heavily again.
His breath had the strong scent of a sunny meadow of grasses and wildflowers.
He began lightly kissing my neck, his big lips could almost wrap around it
circumference if he wanted to. The wide features of his long face filled the
gap between my chin and collar, the whiskers of his nose and chin tickling me.

finally got the nerve to cautiously and gently reach
up and touch his head. It was so big and strong. He was covered in short course
hair and had such pronounced jaw muscles. But the ears and the long course of
his mane that flowed down his impressive neck gave him away. I opened my eyes
as there was no longer a point to it. Looking into the eyes of the beast who
pleasure me as I stroked my fingers through his mane.

Yes, he was a horse, or at least he had the head and
mane of one. The rest of him was…well man like. He was covered in course
black hair and did have a tail and hooves for feet, Not to mention the
monstrous horse cock I expected. His long shaft pointing up high, the flared
tip bouncing off his abs as it twitched.

I was about to ask him where he came from but there
was a greater surprise awaiting me. My room was no more. I was still laying in
my bed, but it was sitting in the middle of a vast grassy field. Blue skies and
rolling clouds hung high over me with warm sunlight. In the distance loomed a
massive mountain whose peak seemed to be watching over us.

Another surprise! there was another beast to share my
bed. Another-what should I call them-horse-men? was standing at the foot of my
bed. He had a black blaze down his long white face to contrast his oppositely
colored brother who was still bobbing around my boobs with his muzzle.

I didn’t now you could have more than one going on
you at a time, this was exciting! I opened my self up to my second partner,
spreading my legs as my invitation. His twitching cock just as impressive as
his brothers and I must admit I was concerned if he could fit it inside me. It
had to be as thick as a pop can.

But for now it seemed some play was in order and he
decided his big soft nose was better suited for the task for now. and he began
bumping into my fuzzy mound with his whiskery snout, tickling it with the hot
winds he snorted from his fiery nostrils. Thin those big wet lips engulfed my
whole fuzzy peach. The fat soft tongue slobbering across everything down there.
Each fat stroke sliding through my filled labial lips, upwards until the fat
soft tissue of his tongue smothered my clit.  

I didn’t know what to focus my senses on; the
incredible wet sensation upon my vulva, or the black stallions feverous
playfulness with my upper body. He insisted on romping his head all over my
tits. The hair of his mane whipping about tickling my face and neck. His
playful energy had escalated with excitement now that I had excepted him with
my simple gesture of petting him.

I wrapped my arms around his thick neck to calm him a
bit, then ran my fingers down the top of his muzzle to his soft nose. I lifted
his dark face to mine and slowly pressed our lips together. He obliged and
embraced me, his strong hands came around my chest and grabbed my shoulders. It
was amusing to reflect that I was making out with a horse, but he was a
passionate kisser, even if his big lips and tongue lathered my face.

Everything about him, though, was pleasant; his
scent, his taste the warm strong touch of his body. Licking his face and
mashing our tongues together, filled my mouth with a wild herb taste that made
me more aware of my grassy and mountainous new surroundings. I don’t know if it
was real or a hallucination, but know I knew why my sister never noticed me.
But the all encompassing sensual experience on my senses and body was worth
this fantasy.

The white one was still soaking my sex with his
hungry tongue, sucking gratuitously. The heat of his mouth and actions while
the warm sun beat down upon us was incredibly therapeutic. It was so much to
experience and so relaxing that I did not notice when he decided to put
something else into me besides his tongue.

I gasped and clenched my black-coated lover that for
so long and shared lips with.  His cock
slid in so easily, far more effortlessly than I originally thought. It did not
mean it wasn’t filling and I had to stop what I was doing to witness this
miraculous feat. He had already pushed it in as far as it could go, the flared
fat head pushing against my cervix. I was impressed by how far he got it in even
if he couldn’t get it all the way. I guess the whole relaxing endeavor
beforehand made it easy for it to stretch me open. I had to reach down and
touch it with my fingers. To double verify that he truly did put that much meat
inside me. I could see a feint lump in her belly caused by its size.

He worked me slowly with short easy thrusts, his cock
tip rolling around messaging deep inner regions I never knew I had. I lay back
down to soak it in, cooing with delight as the hidden pleasure welled up inside
my belly and went back to kissing his brother. I   let him massage my breasts in his big strong
hands while his smothered me lips, chin and cheeks with his big horse mouth,
let him work his way slowly back to my breasts with his tongue. Exhaling his
intoxicating breath all over as he went.

For what seemed like hours I just lay basking in the
warm sensual pleasure of my two monstrous visitors. I completely lost myself in
the scene and mood. I even forgot that was long past midnight, but who could
tell in this sunny summer scene. I felt invigorated, like it was already morning
and I had already slept the best sleep I had ever had. My tall muscular lovers
were melting me away as they gently caressed my body, touching me just so in
the best places. A slow steady rub here and touch there with a filling cock
rising to a nice gentle climax. My excited nipples getting the play they
deserved as they got pushed around by a sopping large tongue. The saliva
glistened like massaging oil getting kneaded into my skin by my lovers soft
snout. I just let the magic happen while a rested and relaxed.

Though the white stallion was patient and eager to
make this experience good and long. His cock was rubbing special areas for the
both of us. The growing heat of the experience was causing ever longer and more
excited moans to escape me. I could feel my body begin to twitch as my orgasm
became more imminent. My puffy pussy lips twitched in such a way as to appear
to be chewing on the delicious cock. he was making low whines and grunts that
were getting ever more regular as his thrusting became more irregular. He was
fighting an increasing urge and I could feel his fight to go on just a little
longer. I encouraged him to fight on, to make it last a little longer but the inevitable
climax was soon upon us both.

“Oh my God!” I yelled as his load burst
inside me. I knew I was in for a heavy load from the start, but I was not
prepared. The feeling of his hot seed releasing in such heavy amounts into my
belly all at once was indescribable. I watched as his load caused a small yet
noticeable swell in my belly. He pulled out still pouring out his long load,
releasing the pressure. But he still had two good spurts within him and he had
not choice but the spray my quivering mound from the outside. The ropes of cum
were white as pearl and as thick as honey. He coated the insides of my thighs
and other bursts splattered their way up my belly, pooling in my belly-button. The
load inside me drained into a creamy pool on my bed. I didn’t mind, I knew I
was in for a white bath as I had seen my sister drenched far worse than this.

It was warm and bubbly and had a nice feel. With all
the other niceties of my experience thus far, I wondered how it tasted and
beckoned him to bring his still throbbing horse cock closer for my examination.
I grabbed it with both hands while still being amazed such a thing was so deep
inside me. The soft flesh was smothered in his hot cum, it oozed over my
fingers as I jerked on it. I had never touched a cock like this. I felt dirty that
I was so closely admiring such an inhuman dong or that its cum slavered nature
was because of being inside me. So thick and pink with a large flared tip and
an impressive white coerce hair sack hanging below it.

The black stallion had since gotten off of me to allow
me to my new work. He sat quietly on the side of my bed rubbing his excited
meat in anticipation for his turn. I did not want to leave him out of this but
I simply had to know this new sensation. I bit down on the wet pink tip before
me with my lips, confident as a shoveled in a good wad of cream onto my tongue
that it would not be unpleasant.

Indeed I was not wrong, the flavor was strong and
earthy, semi-sweet with a hint of mint and clove, there was going to be no
trouble enjoying this treat. I licked up more of the foamy frosting with long
strides from his balls and back down again. I was intent on cleaning his fleshy
member to a glistening shine. Each lick emphasized the subtle veins that
defined the sublime masculinity of my treasure.

But my partner was not to let me go unrewarded for my
work. For a moment he paused my eagerness so as to better situate himself over
top of me. His great allowed him to bend over my body with his knees planted
around my head, his great dick flopped stiffly across my breasts, splattering
them with my saliva and his foamy cum. His strong scented sack of jewels waving
precariously above my forehead. But from here he could return to his original
feast, fishing out my flavor now mixed with his own.

It was a bit more awkward to work his shaft from this
angle, and quite a bit more messier. There was still much cream coating his
length, grabbing and positioning it got more on me than anything else. I found
myself more massaging the great dick with my hands and breasts than anything
else. My tongue tasting and stroking its backside until I got bored and reached
for more dangling fruits. I knew to be gentle for such fruits bruise easily but
they had a unique and powerful flavor all their own, dirty and rugged, if that
could be described as a flavor.

But being gentle was not easy. the white stallion was
not shy tasting his own creamy pudding spilling out of my feminine bowl. He was
bound and determined to make me cum again as he put his whole face into his
work. He was not interested in tasting but making me gasp and groan. Anything
that got a reaction from me he would push harder at with his tongue and lips.
Soon he learned a strategy that produced that best results and he repeated it
over and over again. I had to give up with my gentle caress of his balls, I was
simply squirming and squealing too much. So I tried to focus on jerking off his
rugged cock with both my hands or slapping that huge flared tip around with my
tits.

It lacked the finesse that I tried to give him before,
but at least it was still effective enough to interrupt his rhythm of making me
useless underneath his pleasing might. If I was to cum again, I would see that
he would as well. Though in hindsight, it might have not been the best idea. I
seem to have forgotten how much a load he could carry inside that thing. When
he let loose a second time it only had the option of drowning my tits and
flooding my bed and body.

We had to pause and laugh at our endeavors, my studs
both nickering in amusement as I sat up dripping like a bucket of thick white
paint had been thrown at me. It was quite an experience for sure, but not to be
unexpected. I had seen my sister for more lathered than I. To fuck such
monstrous men was to expect big loads. It felt right to bathe in their essence,
it somehow symbolized some sort of special bond that I could not quite put a
finger on.

A bond I still had to fulfill with one more. My black
stud was still waiting patiently for his turn to empty his own load, his cock
twitched with impatience. So I opened myself up to him. I had no qualms of
going another round, for each orgasm only seemed to energize me. I felt like a
sex queen who would surely win this endurance game. So let then pound their
horse meat inside me. I would take each and every delicious creamy load until a
stood proud over their exhausted bodies. I would tame my beastly lovers.

My black stallion was not gently as his brother. He
rammed his cock in with full steam and then went to work with furiously fast
thrusts. His fury was shaking my bed to the point that it might collapse and we
would have to abandon it as a begotten ruin on this sun swept landscape. My
sensitive pussy and all its parts were throbbing with pleasure. I soon realized
it did not matter how energized I was. My sensitive sex was now so tender and
receptive to it fucking that I was losing myself. It was like I was succumbing
to a powerful drug and my head began swim. I lost track of myself in the
euphoria and time began to slow down it seemed. Somewhere along the way I may
have even passed out, I’m not sure.

But I would come to my senses again when he came. The
monster wouldn’t stop his viscous thrusting he when his cum was blasting my
insides.  The hurricane speed of his
motions made his thick seed blow out of my hole between the seal of my cunt and
his furiously fucking dick. I thought he would keep on going. to cum again and
again until his balls could produce no more. I never had such a climax or
sexual experience that was literally causing me not to see straight. There was
part of me that wanted to keep going on, to maybe break some euphoric threshold
of the mind. But another part of me decided maybe it was best to call in the
towel this time. After all there would be other nights with other pets to play
with.

So, somehow in my drunken state, I was able to call
my viscously eager lover to end his assault. To tell the truth I’m not really
sure how I was able to pull that off as it took me a while to come back to my
senses. Then again, I was just transported from my bedroom to a fantastic field
to be fucked by horse-men, so I don’t know if my senses were really to be
trusted at all.

I found myself back in the darkness of my room. No
more sunny fields, no more horse lovers. I was still naked but no signs of my
lovers endeavors marked my body. It made me question the reality of it. The
euphoric drug like feeling still lingered heavily on my mind and soul, it
suddenly made me very tired. I slept soundly for the rest of the night and did
not wake until past noon.

I still questioned its reality for some time. Even
after all those times watching my sister, even after that powerful experience.
I had never been fucked like that, never knew such pleasure could be
experienced. I was bit terrified of it. Why? I didn’t know. Perhaps now I
understood the warnings my sister gave me. Now that I made this pact I would
have to endure more, week after week. would I actually be able to handle that I
wondered. You did have the option to try and flee and escape and to do so had
its own rewards. But, that euphoric madness of pleasure put strange barbs into
my being. I wanted more and I would get it, something else would cum again. The
danger would be I would disappear from this world a I would be to unwilling to
escape my fantasy - just as my sister did.

I wonder if I will ever find her again? She must be
somewhere in this wonderland. I will try to look for her, but for now another
lover comes and I am lost in a jungle. I hear his predatory roars.

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Don't ever stop being classy. Anyway I have some stories. whole stories I would like to share with you. That is if you don't mind posting them. My tumblr is tied in with my amazon account, and I have to be careful what I post without getting in trouble wit

you’re always welcome to share your stories with me! ;) and thank you!