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

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

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

Sample:

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

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

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

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

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