Monstrous Lust: Squirming Tentacles And Other Monstrous...

Monstrous Lust: Squirming Tentacles And Other Monstrous Delights

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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

Here is a Sample Story from the Collection

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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