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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.
From The Devil’s Twisted Seed
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.
You can find the rest in my story “Monstrous Lust: The Curse of the devil’s twisted seed” on Amazon. Where you will learn of a new victim who struggles to escape the demon boars curse.
