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Seek the wolf in thyself

Wolfegard on Supernatural Stories

This is a part of a story I was writing, changed it a bit from the original story...tell me what yall think
Wolferick felt the change begin.
As before, it started with a pulling sensation in his mind as it grew to the predatory mind of the beast. Then came the pressure in his bone, much like when pulling out a tooth, as they warped and contorted into the time perfected frame of the wolf

Dark Intentions

Mirrorlabyrinth on Supernatural Stories

My First Story (Please Leave A Comment and Let me know How I Did.)

This is for people who actually like a decent story line. A build up then Climax. LOL

A young woman with a special ability attracts the attention of someone she never dreamed of. And his intentions aren't exactly honorable.







Something had always been off about the world. Through my eyes it was full of beings and creatu

VAGABOND'S QUEST : Scene II : Mitwegs castle

Kythe Shard on Supernatural Stories

Time had passed, and yet, I was still in this cursed forest. It was beginning to get on my nerves, traveling alone, but that was going to change… This is the story of how I met my first companion, and about the town of Mitwegs. The trail twisted and turned ahead of me, leading down into a valley. The old, moss covered sign that hung from the dead oak tree siginified I was on the right trail for Mitwegs… only a few days now, and I would be there. I made camp near the sign; Night had lifted, and in these woods, it’s safer to stop in the day when nothing is awake. At least, that’s what the stories say. I pitched my small sleeping bag in a grove of oaks, probably as old as the one with the sign. Their bark was all but gone, and the wood had begun rotting. I opened up
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my canteen, which I filled in a brook a few miles behind me now. The water was, of course, very… raw. But, these woods were nearly untouched by mankind anyway, so it was still clean, crisp and clear. I mixed this with various different things from my pack, making my own version of the Bard’s Stew. Bard’s Stew is about the same as Hobo’s Soup, except people of the profession tend to eat a little better. This got me to thinking about my past. My God, I could be sitting in a temple right now worshiping Sol or Lunae… instead, I decided to leave, and learned the trade of the thief. I can fast talk a troll out of it’s club, and had gotten good enough at picking locks and pockets that I could pull the purse off a prince… If he wasn’t looking that is. Then, another drastic change, and I began to learn the art of song and rhyme… but don’t let that fool you, those skills still enhanced my image as a thief, and now added ‘Wandering Gypsy’ to my list of stereotypes. I realized I was in a daydream, and rubbed my eyes with my hands softly. It was about noon, and the light was near blinding for someone waking up. My stew was boiling, the rock I was resting on was warm, and the Goblinoid chatter from beyond my grove was echoing in my ear… I jumped to my feet, scrambling for my weapon, and finally pulling it free from my gear. The halberd that I always own has served me well since… well, childhood, and I doubted it would fail me now… if there were only a few goblins. I snuck forward, and peered through the tight grove of trees. To their credit, they weren’t the ugliest Orcs I have everseen… but then, that still isn’t saying that much. There were two of them, and they seemed to be arguing over something at their feet. Whatever it was, I couldn’t see: a small patch of ferns blocked my view. I tried to move noiselessly forward… but they had very keen hearing. One of them stopped, his large, unwashed ears at attention, then he looked straight at me, screamed something in a mix of Goblinoid and Common, and rushed for me. He reached behind his back, and drew the largest Orc Double Axe I have ever seen. The other one was a little confused, but took the best of the situation. He bent over, picked up some deep gray bundle, and began running in the opposite direction. I was frozen in place by fear as he rushed, but managed to snap out of it at the last second and moved. I dove to the left on my toes and with a spin so the axe head of my Halberd came around. It clanged uselessly off of the Orc’s armor, and he turned to me, smiling a big, stupid, toothless grin. He swung again, and I felt the blade cut through my thin padding… How could I have forgotten to at least don my armor? He swung again, a large, arching over head swing, with the other head of his axe, and I simply stepped forward, and with the spear end of my Halberd, cut that stupid grin off of his face. He fell, screaming random obscenities in Goblinoid and bleeding heavily, to the ground. I could tell he wasn’t going to live, so I left him, and went to find his companion. I didn’t have far to travel. I just made it through the other end of the clearing when I saw him… or what was left of him. He was diced to pieces, he blood covering rocks and trees, and especially the various twigs and sticks and small stone lying around… like a sudden tornado picked up all the things around him, and cut him to bits, and at his feet was the bundle. It moved slightly, and I finally saw its shape. It was roughly humanoid, but I couldn’t tell to well. All I could see were grey gloves, clutching a long, dark wood staff, and two gray boots. Its face was hidden by the hood of the cloak, but still seemed supernaturally dark… even with direct sunlight. The cloak was cut in many places, and seemed to have a little blood on it… I shook it’s shoulders (At least, what I thought were shoulders…) gently. “Hey… Hey! Are you alright?” I asked, still gently shaking. It moved some more, and from deep within the darkness of her hood, eyes opened. They were like none I have ever seen before. My own eye’s are Emerald, with a touch of blue… these were pure gold. At least, the irises were. Otherwise, they were normal eyes. They seemed a little dazed… then focused on me. With a scream that was purely feminine, it pushed me off of itself, and held up the staff. I watched with amazement as the tip glowed with a bluish haze, then turned into a spear tip. She was about to throw this into my chest when she collapsed again, this time screaming with pain. I understood how she felt, the cut on my chest was beginning to burn… I traced a finger along it, and felt a sticky substance. I looked at my hand, ad felt my face drain of blood. The finger was black with ooze. Poison! Those Orcs are getting more and more cunning with each day… I stood up, shakily at first, and staggered over to the girl in the grey cloak. She seemed to have either passed out, or be trying to force the pain out of her body. It didn’t matter to me, I picked her up, along with her staff, and carried her, almost falling several times, back to my camp. I decided that we couldn’t move by at least the next morning. The poison was beginning to wear off on me, and I could walk and think clearly, but the girl seemed to be injured deeply. And thus, I prepared to spend my first night in the woods awake, guarding my camp against whatever demons or daemons there were in these woods, fictional or no… * A few yards off, the Dryad looked on as the man stood up, weapon in hand. He had been good to her, so she was going to be good to him. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard, and felt her consciousness drift away with the trees, to find if anything vicious was around them… There are several beast in these woods, driven mad by it’s powers, who grow to enormous size, and tended to attack everyone in these woods… She stopped, and looked right at the camp. Something was not right in that direction… there was… nay, there WERE almost none of those left in these parts of the world… at least, not that Kylara the Dryad of the Pond could remember. They had their own agendas, and left the rest of the world alone… She had to keep watch over it, make sure it didn’t do anything too rash… * I stood alone, a sentry in the darkness. I couldn’t see beyond the grove of trees, thanks to the fire, and if anything was actually out there, I wouldn’t know about them until the stepped inside… There! A brief scuttle, the sound of stone on stone… what could that be? I searched my knowledge, racking my brains for whatever that creature could be… But I didn’t need to look long, as it stepped forward into the light. Stories relate these beasts, the Umber Hulks, to early bugs that were transformed by wizards in days long gone… it was large, with multiple eyes and broad claws. It clacked at me noisily then took another, echoing step forward. My back was to the fire, and behind me was the girl in the cloak… I had to fight, here and now, against a creature that, if it got a hold on me, would easily snap me in two. I swung my Halberd in a broad arc, slashing down on the creature’s arms. There was a sharp cracking noise as the carapace on its claw was shattered, and I silently thanked Yaegern, the Hunter, for that fortuitous shot. Seconds later, I wished I hadn’t been so cocky, and it used it’s good claw to smash me back against the rock. It hurt more then the poison or the cut, but I wasn’t out yet. It began to charge at me, perhaps to finish me off, but I reacted swiftly. I braced the Halberd on the rock, and pointed the spear at its chest. It couldn’t stop in time, and I dove out of the way as the spear went straight through it, and it fell limp. I had rolled onto the grass, and watched as its blood dripped to the ground. I stepped foreword to retrieve my weapon, when the thought struck me. Certainly that would not have killed it? They were… That line of thought was cut off when it’s massive claw swung at me. It was only playing dead! I dived backwards, feeling the tips of it’s claw cut my skin. It stood, and pulled my halberd free from itself, and threw it into the woods. It took another step foreword, raising its claw to pound me into the ground, when it stopped. It’s claw held in midair, and I could just see the reason why: Vines that jung from the trees had caught it and ensnared it. Now was my chance! I dove for the fireplace, grapping a burning stick, and while it was still struggling with the vine, I jabbed at it’s wound. It screamed loudly, lowering its head to bite me, which was what I was waiting for. I jabbed it swiftly in it’s eyes. There was a puff of black smoke, and the smell of burning flesh and the sound of popping eyes made me sick. It shivered once: The stick had apparently been pointed, and jabbed all the way to it’s tiny brain. It fell, almost straight downwards, its claw still upraised, and let loose a long, slow death rattle. I breathed heavily of relief, but my breath was caught off guard. “Who are you?” A feminine voice said from behind, and as I turned, I saw that the girl had awoken. She was holding her staff, and it was once again a spear. “You might want to put that away missy, I don’t want to hurt you.” I said calmly, and walked towards my halberd. Suddenly, I tripped! I coughed twice, having taken a face full of dirt, and looked down. The grass and dirt had apparently grown into one massive piece that caught my foot in place! “Who are you?” She said, insistently. Gods, if she can do that… “Fine, fine, lass, I’ll tell you. I am Kythe, a wandering Bard. Now, if I may Enquirer who you are?” I asked, trying to use my best manners. They seemed to be enough, and she slowly lowered the staff. “My name is… Anze.” She said slowly, like she was trying to remember. “What am I doing in this clearing?” She asked, so I told her of the Orcs and what had happened, and what I was doing there. By the end of this story, she put away her staff, and I felt the ground loosening. “In that case, you may take me to this ‘Mitwegs’ castle.” She said, standing up. “Er, no, we can’t.” I said, and in a flash the spear-staff was in her hands. I held mine up. “I mean, we can’t right now! These woods are dangerous in the dark!” I said, hoping she wouldn’t just spear me right then: I had had a long night, and was pretty wiped out. She sat back down. “Fine. We will go when we can.” And with that, my foot was free. I will not fill this story now with pointless paragraphs. We slept on opposite sides of the fire, looking away from each other. Well, perhaps there is one detail. In the middle of the night she began to cry in her sleep, saying “Momma… Poppa…” but I assume this was just homesickness, brought on by being in these accursed forest. Day broke again, and for the first day I had spent in this forest, I would be traveling by light: We would get there before dusk, if we weren’t way laid. I had to carry my pack of course, but she didn’t seem to have anything with her greater then the staff, so it was an effort to keep a good pace going. We talked along the way, about where we were going in life, interesting stories from our past, and the like, and that helped ease the sore shoulders and aching back. Sure enough, by dusk we arrived to the keep of Mitwegs. Mitwegs was, in some sense, a completely worthless town. It rests on a cliff overshadowing a valley that leads to the heartlands. A long time ago, this was a fort against Lucitain’s armies. The guards, however, brought their families, and as the war died out, it became a town. The castle is in disrepair, but it is the most remarkable stop from the inner towns and the border. The main gate was open, and we entered unchallenged. Inside the walls of the fort, was a smithy, a stable, and of course the main keep, which had large, iron and wood doors. They swung with a lot of noise, and we were met with a priestess of Sol. She smiled and greeted us warmly. “Will you be staying for dinner?” She asked, and we both nodded. “Well, it isn’t ready yet, but if the cooks are feeling kind, they may give you a quick loaf of bread. The tavern is on your left, dining hall on the right.” And she left us to it. Anze immediately went to find the wash rooms; she was covered in dirt and cuts, and desperately needed a good scrubbing. I, however, left for the tavern. These kinds of places are natural havens for Bards, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. I learned a few things, the Capital was in an uproar over the recent rash of smuggled goods, people were looking foreword to festivals, and the like. I told my own story, changing a few details, of course, of the dryad and me, leaving them to imagine the more adult bits. One man thought my story was brilliant, he was young and starry-eyed, a novice adventurer no doubt, who probably would leave the next day to see if he could find the dryad. Another man, however, pointed out with disgust how crude my story was, but the other bar members who listened in scoffed him, each trying to hide their visible ‘approval’. I left this crew to go to the kitchens. Inside were at least ten men and women, working hard to produce a meal for a castle. In old days, they would have made beef and bread, but in these lazy times, they put more effort into it. One of them saw me, and without a word needed, threw me a large, round loaf of bread. It was Ogrewheat, I could tell just by the smell of it. Ogrewheat is to wheat what Ogres are to men. They are much larger, producing much more grain, but are very bland, sometimes with a bad taste. Most chefs add spices to their loaves to make them edible, but with such grain, it is possible to feed the masses with little cost. I took a bite out of my loaf, and found to my delight that it was honey coated. I took it back to the tavern, and listened to more stories as I finished the bread. Eventually, a large iron triangle was sounded, calling everyone to dinner. Anze had returned by this point, her gray robes cleaned of the caked mud, but thanks to the supernatural darkness around her face, it was hard to tell if she got clean at all. The meal was splendid: Roasted pig, set on spits along the tables, bread, some freasher fruit brought in from the farmlands around here, and a large glass pitcher for every four clay cups, full of clear spring water. In these areas, where wheat grows rampant and wild. Mead and the like could be bought for almost a copper piece a jug, but clean water was a little harder to come about. I ate until I was full, the cuts and scrapes of last night’s battles long forgotten. I stood, excused myself from the lively conversation, and went for a walk. Just down the hall from the Dining room was a small spiral staircase, and it led up and up, with a few windows to let in light, to the castle battlements. The battlements surrounded the square roof of the keep, and off to one side a stand of unstrung bows stood ready, waiting for the archers should the need ever arise. Sol had painted the sky a vivid dark purple and black, with crimson and gold edging around the rim. The air had a soft breeze about it, one that would not reach below the canopy of the forest, which brought the scent of wood smoke and flowers. It was warm, the rock making up the castle still heated from the days sun. Ru Lunae herself hangs high in the air, though she hides behind some clouds. I stood still and listened to the wind rustle the leaves, the sound of birds and, off in the distant, the cry of some animal towards Lunae. It was so serene… until a muffled moan broke it. It was close by. I had nearly bumped into the woman without seeing her. She had on the garb of the town’s guard, an iron chest-plate with paudlions and gloves, a iron spear in her left hand. But, her right hand is what caught me off guard: Her belt was loosened from around the iron leggings, and even from my position I could tell her hand was deep in her own pants, moving furiously. I caught her scent, the copper and ozone smell of sweat on iron, and the sweet smell of her love juices, which coated her hands. She whimpered again, tossing her head back a little, her black hair cascading behind her. It was now or never, one part of me thought, and while the rest of me tried to figure out what that part meant, my body took action. In one swift move, I reached around her, my right hand catching on the iron that covered her breast, my left swiftly sneaking down her pants. She nearly screamed out, both in surprise and alarm, at my touch. But, the Gods smiled upon me, and she did not. Instead, she looked at me deeply, staring into my eyes… and I knew what was happening. She needed someone, anyone, to love. I was trying to stop myself. This was wrong, and what if she decided to draw a weapon on me? Even in these day’s, a woman could defend herself, a few even if outnumbered. I watched her eyes, and understanding drew across my face. I nodded slowly, as my hands began their deeds. Her own hands reached over her head, holding onto mine lightly, as she moaned softly again. My left hand flicked over her sopping wet clit, and she shuddered. My right searched and found a way under the armor, and felt her hot tingling flesh there, rubbing and kneading her nipple and tit. She began to rock under my arms, rubbing her leather-covered ass over my crotch. She was strong, even for a town guard, and several times she nearly broke free of the grasp in sheer writhing ecstasy as I fondled her sex and gently kissed the back of her neck. She turned on her heels, hands on the back of my head, pulling me foreword and down for a kiss. She was slightly smaller then I, so I had to stoop to continue fingering her sweet pussy. Of course, this put me in the perfect position to loosen her armor (With a little help from her) and begin fondling her breast with more room to work with. We were both so lost in the lovely feeling that if another person came up the stairs, I suppose we’d either kill him or make a threesome. Kiss after kiss, caress after caress, and she reached down, guiding my fingers deeper in her snatch. I slowly pushed into her, but she obviously didn’t want it slow. She hopped a little in the air, and taking in a deep breath, fell down with all her weight, forcing herself almost past my knuckles. I kissed her again, my tongue slipping inside her mouth forcefully, exploring, and finding her own tongue ready to do battle. She eventually knelt before me, and with deft hands removed my leather belt (I had taken off my armor earlier.) and dropping my pants, revealing my rock hard member. She eyed it up for a second, before licking it gently, taking in it’s taste, She smiled, and with the deftness of a master, she took it almost all in, gagging a little as it reached the back of her throat. She waited, collecting saliva in her mouth for lubricant, before drawing back slowly, pulling my foreskin back with her and over the head before releasing it. It was my turn to moan in pleasure, she certainly knew what she was doing. She repeated this four times, by the third I was reeling and the fourth I was ready to explode. After, she pulled herself off of me with a small pop and an impish grin, washing my balls with long, lavishing licks before she stood up, removing her leggings. They clanged to the floor nosily, and she was left standing there in a pair of leather thongs and her loosened chest plate, which she kept on. My hands flew back to attention for her, my right deftly slipping past her damp thong, finding her hole once again and continuing. Surprised, she pushed it aside, and took a step foreword, kissing me on the bottom lip, spreading her thighs just enough to wrap her legs around me. I needed no more encouragement, and using my arms to support her, she hopped up, suspended by our arms and her legs, just above my saliva-coated penis. I looked her in the eyes one last time questioningly, and she nodded, biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath. I took this sign of encouragement, and began to let her slip. No sooner did she touch my cock-head, then she started her hips moving, both of us moaning. I let her go a little faster, and felt my length pierce inside of her. She screamed, but I cut this short with a kiss, which she returned almost animalistically. I locked my lips with hers, and with each breath I took in through my nose, I shared, filling her lungs with my warm air. It took a few moments for her to reach the base of my member, and by then she was sucking the air out of me in ragged gasps. I broke our kiss for a second, licking both of her lips, before bucking a little, giving her everything I had to give. She moaned again, and I continued our life-kiss with passion. I lifted her off of me slowly, gently, as her hips began to thrust, trying to go for my member again. I let her have it, and as she was nearly fully off, I let her go. She slipped a second before ramming herself onto me, the thought of screaming long behind her, as she used her own power to finish us both off. The world around me went fuzzy and white, and as I met each of her thrust with a buck, I knew I was coming dangerously close to climaxing first, a very ungentlemanly gesture. And so, I backed off a little, letting her impale herself, while I tried to keep from going. I must have done a fairly well job, because moments later she began to cry out again, not true screams, but of ecstasy. I felt my crotch get soaked, with little trails running down my legs. Her eyes opened wide, and she blushed with embarrassment. I smiled, kissed her cheek, and sat down on the rock floor. She was a little perplexed as to what I was doing, until I started pressing into her. She moaned again, this time her own hand wrapping over her mouth. She had come first, and now it was time for me. I bucked my hips, bouncing almost off the floor sometimes, pushing myself deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around my head, and pressed her head into my chest to keep from making more noise. With each thrust, I was met with a gasp for air. My balls boiled, the pressure rising inside of me, as I thrust once more… twice more…. On the third buck, it became my turn to moan as I slipped out of her sweet cunt with a wet noise, stood up from under her swiftly, and sprayed myself over her chest armor, a little splattering up on her face. I collapsed beside her, both of our chest heaving in unison. After a few minutes of silence, she removed her chest plate, and licked it clean, giving me as much of a show as she can. Then, to my surprise, she moved her head between my legs, cleaning me all up down there. This was enough to get me hard again, and she smiled as her fist closed around my aroused member, pumping with slow, firm strokes. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She did not mind, and I began to lick her out, tasting her sweet juices for the first time. Her clit was engorged, and she moaned and shuddered every time I tapped it with my tongue. She closed her lips around my cock-head, and began her earlier activity, taking it all in, wetting it down and pulling it back over my head, but upside down. I licked my way deeper and deeper until my face was buried inside her, her damp pussy walls clinging to my tongue. We both came with each other this time, her a bit more readily showable with her juices, my member throbbing, nothing but precum to give. After she cleaned up my crotch this time, she worked on my face, licking and kissing delicately. Suddenly, we both became aware of the world outside our loving. A bell was ringing, and lights in houses went off one by one; it was curfew hour, and she turned to me, saying in a husky voice, which I heard for the first time. “You’d better get back to your room, sir, I don’t want to get some handcuffs or a dungeon involved.”

A Dream Fulfilled

KalikaRae on Supernatural Stories

Diandra lay on the bed, her platinum hair pooling out around her as she slept. She turned; the silk robe she wore came undone slightly, exposing her left shoulder and the top portion of her breast.

She sighed in her sleep, a soft moan sliding from her. She bent her left leg, her knee almost level with her naval. The robe slid from her legs revealing her legs up to her creamy thighs.

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e="Times New Roman">A shadowed figure watched her as she slept, but she did not stir from her slumber at the other’s presence. She hadn’t even realized there was another being in the room. She turned again, this time lying on her stomach, the robe sliding below her shoulders, hints of skin showing beneath the hair that slid over her back.

The shadow watched her, one hand resting on a column as it leaned against the marble. Diandra had been here for a long time, several months. Disappearing for a day or so when she was needed in the Fae Realm, but always, she returned. In the months she had been staying at The Bloody Rose, she had grown from the small child she had appeared as and grown into a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her form was small, but only a blind man could not notice the curves that she had. But she had still not regained her memories of her former lives. Everyone had hope that some day she would remember, but everyone also realized that it was something that would happen in its own time.

Diandra turned again, but a hand pulled the silk sheet over her body, allowing the darkness only a brief glimpse of the soft flesh beneath.

It was that brief glimpse that caused a soft growl and sexual energy to emit from the shadowy figure. This did cause Diandra to wake up, her silver and azure eyes glowed softly as they looked around the darkness. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

The figure raised a hand, the lights in the room turning on, casting a dim, warm glow over the room. Merriec stepped away from the column, smiling strangely. Diandra sat up slightly, holding the sheet close to her body, a soft blush to her cheeks. “Hello, Lord Merriec,” she said as she glanced around the room. “Is something the matter?” Merriec shook his head, his black hair gleaming in the dim light. “Then why are you in here?”

Merriec was suddenly on the bed, his face so close to hers that he could feel the warmth of her lips. “Ma belle fleur (My beautiful flower), what reason do you think I have for being in here? You.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as one of his hands gently tugged at the sheet she clutched to her chest.

“L-Lord Merriec. I don’t-“

“Shh, Diandra. I won’t hurt you. Je ne ferais jamais cela a’ vous (I would never do that to you). I gave you my memories from your past life. I wanted you to see how I loved you, and respected you, hoping you would remember. I could not stand to think that you could fear me. Je souhaite seulement vous me rappeler nous (I only wish for you to remember us).”

Diandra’s eyes began to tear, “Merriec, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried, I really have. I just can’t remember. I know how much you loved Shailiha-“

Merriec placed a finger to her lips. “Je vous ai aim’e, Diandra. Je toujours (I loved you, Diandra. I still do). I value your friendship. I cherish your beauty. Within and without. I told myself that your friendship love was all that I could ever want or need, but when you died, I felt as if I’d cursed us both by not giving in to my true feelings and desires. Chaque nuit, je r^eve de vous (Every night, I dream of you). I dream of what it would be like to make love to you. I even have nightmares of holding you as you die again, still having never known what it is to have been with you. Please, Ma Fae. Make one dream true, and make sure the other never comes true again. Permettez-moi de donner ceci aux tous les deux nous (Allow me to give this to the both of us).”

Tears slid down from Diandra’s eyes as she kissed the tip of his finger that rested against her lips. He leaned in and kissed her tears from her cheeks as her hands moved to his face. Merriec’s hands slid to her shoulders, his palms moving over her soft skin as he caressed the silk off her shoulders.

Her hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him slowly, sensually, her tongue sliding against his.

Merriec’s hands moved over her back, his fingers spread so that he could touch as much of her as possible. Her hands moved to his shirt, slowly pulling it up form his waist, he reluctantly raised his arms, the soft growl in his throat relaying he did not like that lack of contact his body had with hers, but she had the shirt off him before a heartbeat sounded within her chest and his hands were moving over her body once again in exploration.

He nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving to her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, eliciting soft moans as his touch caused them grow harder.

Diandra’s hands moved through Merriec’s dark hair, her fingers tightening slightly. Merriec pulled the sheet away from her body and sat back. His gaze locked with hers, seductive possession swirling in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to lower, taking in the sight of her naked body before him.

He smiled at the soft blush that covered her body. He loved how it made her areolas and nipples a darker pink. He noticed that she kept one leg bent and leaning over the other, concealing her womanhood.

His palm rested on her bended knee. He couldn’t believe how perfectly his hands rested against her body, as if she was created for him and his touch alone.

Merriec laid down on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly moving it inward, until his fingers were brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, his gaze moved back up her body to her face. He smiled, his hand gently caressing her creamy soft skin. She returned his smile, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He turned his head at the last instant and kissed her palm. “Je vous veux, Diandra. Tout le vous (I want you, Diandra. All of you).”

She smiled to him, love shining in her eyes. While Diandra did not have the memories of her past lives, she had no doubt in her mind that she loved Merriec. Since the first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had felt a strange pull to him from within her soul. Merriec had shown her nothing but patience, tenderness, caring, and love since that day he appeared on the rise in Mongolia . “Merriec, I give myself to you. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.”

The conviction and tenderness that was in those words touched the deepest recesses of Merriec’s soul. He kissed her passionately; the fire and passion within that kiss seared her to her very core. His hand slid from her thigh and cupped her, his palm pressing against the moist warmth as he slid a finger gently inside her.

They both gasped. She from his gentle invasion. He from the wet fire that gripped his finger so tightly. Her body moved slightly, sliding his palm against her as his finger moved deeper. The soft moan issuing from her made him pull back from the kiss slightly. “Ma belle fleur(My beautiful flower), if you continue like this, Je ne pourrai pas se commander (I will not be able to control myself).” He smiled and leaned over, grazing his teeth over her breast, teasing her nipple before he gently sucked on it, his finger moving slowly within her.

He didn’t slide deep inside her. He wanted to wait a while longer before he brought her that instant of pain before the pleasure rippled through her body.

“Merriec,” Diandra whispered, “mark me as yours. Please. Take my blood and brand me as yours.”

He slid his finger out of her, the pressed two into her entrance, she gasped again, feeling his fingers stretching her. “Si est ce ce que vous voulez vraiment (If that is what you really want).” She nodded, and he smiled, lifting his head and moving his lips to her neck.

“No. Not there. Not yet. I want you to do it here,” her hands gently guided his head to her left breast. “Please, Merriec. Here. On my breast. Over my heart.”

He tenderly kissed her breast before his fangs skimmed over the gently swell, searching. She moaned, her sheath tightening around his fingers as he pulled them back more, he didn’t want her to lose her innocence to his probing fingers.

He sank his fangs into the soft creamy swell of her breast. The taste of her blood reminded him of spiced wine. The very essence of her was intoxicating. Her hips moved slightly, trying to take his fingers deeper, but he wouldn’t allow that. His palm grinded gently against her as he slowly released the endorphins into her body, keeping the sensations to a minimum. He wanted all of her their first time. He wanted to give her pleasure, and have his own.

Diandra moaned, her arms cradling his head as he sucked gently. Her breathing was slightly ragged as she fought to keep her moans low. He sent a strong burst of pleasure through her body, making her body jerk and a soft scream to sound from her.

He pulled his lips from the wonderful taste of her blood, his tongue moving over the wound, healing it, but leaving a faint scar. He had done as she had asked, and now he would do more.

He brushed his lips over her stomach, slowly making his way lower. Relishing in the texture of her skin, the warmth, the taste, he was in Heaven. Everything about her made his blood heat.

He nibbled at the soft mound between her thighs and she gasped, her body tensing. “Shh,” he said as he moved his body between her legs. His gaze met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against her, sliding over her, tasting her.

She groaned, her hips moving against his mouth as he slid it deeper, tasting more of her. He felt and tasted the juices coming from her. He loved it. He wanted more. He slid his tongue along her lower lips, his tongue probing and swirling over her.

She moaned, her hands sliding through his hair, her body arching into his mouth. His tongue moved faster, driving her to moan and scream as juices flowed from her. His tongue moved to lap at the nectar, taking every drop that he came forth from her.

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste what he did. Something he desired from her.

She moaned softly at the taste, and then placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him until he was on his back. She smiled, her fingertips gently moving over his chest. She caressed the scar there as she stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against it in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the soft kisses that were so innocent, and yet not. He couldn’t help but think she was in his mind, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

He felt her fingers grasp the waist of his pants and pull them slowly down. His member sprang from the fabric and his breath hitched. He had wanted this for so long. He opened his eyes and smiled. He had wanted her.

Her gaze met his and held it as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along the length of him. He smiled and moaned at the sensation. She smiled, her head lowering until he could feel her warm breath over the velvet tip. He held his breath.

Slowly, her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling against him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked him. Her fingers rising to meet her lips, then back to the base, driving him mad with desire. His hips rotated sliding him deep into her mouth. He wanted to be completely inside her.

She felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat and moaned, the vibrations making him gasp. Then he nearly screamed as he felt her take him deep into her throat, her gaze never wavering from his. She swallowed, her muscles tightening around him, making him scream in pleasure once more. One hand moved to her hair and gripped it gently, pulling her head against his thrusting hips. She didn’t try to make him stop, if anything, her tight mouth and swallowing urged him on.

He felt the build-up inside him. His hips thrust faster as he moaned. He tried to tell her, he wanted to, but as he watched her, looking into her glowing eyes, he could only manage a moan of pleasure before he felt himself release, spilling his seed down her throat.

He fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. Diandra sat up, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his member before he pulled her face to his for another searing kiss.

Merriec wrapped his arms around Diandra’s waist and turned so that he lay on top of her, covering her body with his own. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he just lay there for a moment, letting their bodies mold to one another.

She smiled softly, her legs rising as the arch of her foot molded against the curves of his leg. He felt her center pressing against him. Merriec smiled, sliding a finger tenderly down one side of her face. “Ma belle fleur, I want you to know that when I enter you, it may hurt, but only for a moment.”

Diandra nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders for comfort and support. “I understand, Merriec.”

Merriec slowly eased into her, clenching his teeth against the pleasure as he felt how tight her body was around him. She moaned, feeling him stretching her, filling her as no one else could.

He pressed against the proof of her innocence and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to him. “Diandra?”

Her nails pressed against his skin in anticipation. “Go on, Merriec.”

With one sudden, solid thrust he broke through the thin barrier, she cried out softly and her nails broke through a layer of his skin, but he liked the small amount of pain.

He waited a moment, then kissed her as his hips began rocking gently as he moved within her.

Wet, hot velvet gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to move faster.

Merriec’s lips moved over Diandra in exploration. He noted her every reaction. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around him, tightening, pulling him deeper inside.

His hands moved down her sides then cupped her buttocks, gripping them, he moved faster, harder, driving deeper with every thrust.

Diandra screamed softly, pulling her nails over Merriec’s back. Something hard brushed against her chest as he moved, sending electric sparks throughout her body, only adding to the pleasure he was giving her.

Merriec moved faster, unable to think. All he was aware of was the pleasure and Diandra, the source of the sensations rippling through his body.

Diandra’s screams of pleasure grew with Merriec’s. He looked into her eyes and she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He smiled as he moaned and leaned down, licking her neck lovingly before he sank his teeth into her for a second time.

He let the chemicals flow freely into her as he thrust his hips against her. Her screams rising in pitch as the pleasure of his bite and the full force of her orgasm hit her.

Her body clenched, gripping his as she screamed. The force of her sheath around him made him climax at that exact moment, filling her with his warm juices.

His body began to relax, but hers did not. She was still under his spell, his fangs buried deep in her jugular. He groaned, slowly decreasing the endorphins that pumped into her until her body relaxed.

Reluctantly, he released her from his bite, making sure a faint mark remained on her neck after the wound healed. She had given herself to him, and he would keep her for as long as she wished to stay. And any vampire’s gaze to rest on her neck would see the mark as bright as a new brand, and know not to touch her without permission. Hers or his.

She groaned softly and he rose slightly, looking down at her. Smoky pleasure filled her eyes as he gazed into them. “Yes, Diandra?”

“Something’s shocking me. ” Her hand moved over her chest and brushed against a small metal object.

Merriec felt the chain against his neck shift and he looked down. Shailiha’s ring rested against Diandra’s chest, glowing softly. “It is your ring. J’ai ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste en le gardant (I have been selfish in keeping it). I was to give it back to you when you returned to me.”

With those words, he untied the chain and slid the ring from it. He smiled as he placed it on her left hand, the same finger she had pulled it from before when she gave it to him.

Diandra gasped and tensed, her eyes flashing white as lightening. She sat up and looked around, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Merriec, that was why I couldn’t remember! I placed my memories in the ring I gave to you!” She sat up and hugged him, holding onto to him tightly, as if she hadn’t seen him in an eternity.

  Merriec returned her embrace with just as much love and happiness. “Je suppose que je ne devrais pas avoir ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste, non? (I suppose I should have given it back sooner, no?)” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck and lying down, holding her to him as they drifted to sleep.

           

Edward Nox part 1

apex92 on Supernatural Stories

Edward Nox walked slowly down the busy city street towards the building where he worked at a dead end job as a computer consultant. Edward was not hip, nor stylish, not even slightly cool. He had very few personal skills, had trouble talking to strangers, and was not very talented at anything. He certainly wasn’t athletic, with a skinny, lanky build, brown hair that never parted the right way, and large, boxy glasses that sat on his nose in a manner that mimicked his every effort to meet women. Edward wasn’t very smart, didn’t do very well in school, and graduated from a backwoods college in Massachussets before settling down to work in Boston. He didn’t

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have a girlfriend, and his prospects were scarce. He had a dream, though.

The night before, Edward had had a vivid, almost too realistic dream that he was walking on water. He could see the ripples in the moonlight, he could hear the flies buzzing around in the crisp fall air, he could feel the wind in his rumpled hair. Someone was telling him that he was blessed, that things would be different. It was like a whisper, but fuller- it was quiet, but commanding. Edward couldn’t see behind him, but there was light coming from behind him, white, blinding light that made it hard to see the landscape in front of him. There was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder almost the whole time, giving him a sense of comfort and relaxation. Something made him think that life would be different.

Edward was jerked from his dream by a car horn blaring in his ears. A red sedan screeched to a halt, and he realized he had kept walking through a busy intersection. He sheepishly nodded his head and jogged to the other sidewalk, the sedan’s driver screaming obscenities at his back. He arrived at the front door to his building, and stopped. Looking at his reflection in the glass, he took a deep breath. Life is going to be different someday, he thought. Hang in there.

The lobby was about as bustling as a computer company’s lobby could be. Edward walked through the lobby, and as usual, no one noticed him. He stopped. There went Jenna Derinson, glowing with beauty against a dark backdrop. Her shimmering blond hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled in the daylight, her full lips glistened. She was perfect. She wore a bright red tank top that showed off her perfect abs, the diamond belly button ring, the lines of her hips. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing with her hurried step, the perfectly tanned skin stretching with their movement. Her long, slender legs were covered with skintight red pants that hugged her hips for dear life, and made her backside look like it had a mind of its own. She walked by Edward without any sign of acknowledgement of his existence. Life is going to be different, he thought.

He sat at down at his desk, and almost immediately the phone ring. Fuck, he thought. Edward would’ve been able to fantasize about Jenna’s ample cleavage for at least an hour. For some reason, annoyance welled up in him, turning slowly to frustration with each ring of the phone’s bell. Every mounting tone made his mind more and more focused on his rage- his job was shit, his social life was shit, his talents were shit, his motives were shit, and he couldn’t even get a moment to wallow in self-pity. The phone stopped ringing.

Edward paused. It had only been four rings, and his voicemail always picked up after the eighth. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a dialtone. The caller ID informed him that it had been Jeff calling; Jeff was his boss, and Jeff was a dick. Jeff wouldn’t hang up before reaming Edward out for something- for anything. The phone rang again. Marla Kosorloff showed up on the caller ID. Marla from accounting. Edward didn’t want to talk to Marla. The phone fell silent. He started sweating. He did that whenever he was slightly nervous. He thought for a second. I want my aunt to call right now, he thought. His aunt lived in South America , and she- the phone rang. Edward waited for the caller ID to tell him who it was. UNLISTED CALLER sprung up on the digital screen, and Edward sighed, reaching to pick up the phone. He stopped. The number was an international one. He picked up the receiver, listening to the caller on the other end of the line. “Aunt Rita? I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Edward put the phone down quickly, and stood up, pacing in his cubicle and cracking his knuckles, another nervous habit.

Alright, he thought, I want a cup of coffee in my desk drawer. With cream and sugar. Nothing happened. He could hear the whir of the Xerox machine in the office. He sat down in his chair. He opened his desk drawer, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted upwards into his nostrils. Packages of sugar and cream were neatly arranged next to the cup in the drawer. He slammed the drawer shut. Coffee seeped through the cracks of the drawer. I need thirty thousand dollars to be right on the desk, he thought, right next to the keyboard. He continued to gaze at his computer. Nothing happened. He sighed. I’m going nuts, he thought, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, a stack of crisp 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band lay on the desk in front of him. Next to the keyboard. He didn’t bother counting it. I want a letter of promotion to be given to me right now, he thought, delivered to me- and by Jenna Derinson. “Edward Nox?” someone said behind him, a petite feminine voice with a slight British accent. And I want her tank top to break, he added. He whirled his chair around. There was Jenna, standing with one hand on her tan waistline, the other holding a manila folder, shining with an almost neon aura of physical attraction. Well, he thought, two out of three ain’t bad. He stared at her chest, marveling at the indentations her nipples made in the red fabric, rejoicing in the fact that the tight material made it evident that she had a piercing of some sort on both breasts. “Yes?” he replied. “This is from Jeff Michaels,” she said, visibly disgusted by Edward’s physical appearance. She stepped forward, and reached out to place the folder on his desk next to him. With an almost inaudible snap, the spaghetti straps on both sides of her tank top gave way, and the stretchy fabric shriveled down towards her waistline. Her huge breasts bounced free, seeming almost, unbelievable, larger. They were perfectly tanned and voluptuous, and there were diamond studs on both of her nipples. Her bare skin smelled like strawberries, and incredibly fresh scent that made Edward think of spring. She yelped and covered herself, rushing out of the cubicle, towards the ladies room. Edward smiled, the first time in years. He had suddenly had a revelation. The dream was real. Something made him think that life would be different.

            He stood up, and walked towards the ladies room. He stopped short at the door. He wished he could see through walls. Jenna was inside, standing at the sinks in front of large mirrors, fumbling with the spaghetti straps on her shirt. She sighed, and settled with pulling the tight fabric over her breasts in a tube-top fashion. She washed her hands, grimacing at something. Probably me, Edward thought. What I wouldn’t do to have her be attracted to me. In the bathroom, Jenna’s face was instantly cleared of the grimace, replaced suddenly with a slight smile. He channeled his thoughts, sending every feeling of lust and sexual desire he could possibly muster towards the shapely blond woman standing in tight clothing in the ladies’ restroom. The response was decidedly more than Edward had anticipated. Jenna gasped in air violently, her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself. She yelped, a surprisingly attractive exclamatory sound. “Holy shit,” she murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. Edward was entranced. He focused his emotion again, and sent another wave in her direction. She screamed in pleasure, teetering backwards through a stall door, and fell into a seat on the toilet. “Good god,” she said aloud, “what the fuck is going on?” Edward could see her perfectly, noticing a silver stud on her tongue. He put his hand on the door, and stopped. How could he do this? He was a skinny computer programmer, and she was a blond knockout. He gritted his teeth, forcing some composure and confidence into himself. Edward smirked when he thought about how much he could do. It’s like I have a nine inch dick, he thought to himself, pushing the door open. He stopped after the first step, and looked down. He could see the slight outline of the head of his penis, almost halfway down his thigh. “Who is that?” Jenna said loudly, and Edward realized she could see him in the mirror. Fuck, he thought, his mind racing. “Uhh,” he stuttered. “I-I just wanted to see if you needed any help.” He frowned in the silence. I shouldn’t have said that, he thought. That was stupid. “Actually,” came her reply, “I could use a hand.” Edward paced to the door of the stall. Jenna was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back against the wall, sweat on her brow. Edward swallowed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to do so much to her. Instantly lust sprung into his head, and almost accidentally, he let it seep out of his mind and into hers. What should I do, he thought, should I make a move, or should I set myself up for later? He stopped short. Jenna was moaning loudly, breathing shortly, and writhing on the seat. Her left hand lifted up to her chest, her red painted fingernails stroking one of her nipples, which were standing on end. He could’ve sworn that the piercings were going to tear through the stretchy fabric. He realized his thoughts had become so strong that they were affecting her, and not just in waves. It was like he had turned on a beam of power, and she was enjoying it. She moaned again and again, her voice elevating to short screams. Her right hand pressed against the side of the stall while her left hand continued to massage her enormous breasts, squeezing and tugging. Edward stared intently as her hand moved from her chest down to her stomach, down towards her waistline- and then he lost concentration. She stopped, and sat up, breathing heavily. She was sweating bullets, her beautiful blond hair matted to her forehead. Jenna brushed the hair out of her face and smiled. “What’s your name again?” she asked. “E-Edward,” he said. “Well, Edward,” she replied, smiling, “it looks like you’re enjoying this. He looked down, and his pants were like a pup tent, his member throbbing against the black Dockers. He started to stutter and excuse when her right hand reached out and touched the bulge in his pants. He gasped, and his excitement boiled over to her. She sucked in air, taking her hand away for a second. Jenna took a deep breath, and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. She unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with those deep blue eyes, her lips pursed together in a slight smile. The instant she unbuttoned the pants, he placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through his hair. Should I have done that? he thought. She smiled, and pulled his Dockers down to the floor. His penis sprung out of its cage, bouncing in front of her face. Her smile vanished, and she looked up at Edward, her eyes wide with amazement. “I’ve never had…” she started, mumbling “…so big…” She looked at it again, tilted her head sideways for a second, and then leaned in, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his penis, and he exploded with excitement. She moaned in excitement as well, her pleasure muffled by the member engorged in her mouth. She moved her head in further, and Edward felt the head of his penis plunging further and further into her mouth and into her throat. Her left hand left his bare thigh to pull down her stretchy tank top to her waist. Her breasts bounced free once again, her nipples erect, the diamond studs shimmering in the bathroom light. Her hand massaged her bare breasts, squeezing the huge, perfectly tanned mounds while she performed. He leaned his head back, his moans of pleasure mixing with the slurping sounds she gave off while she worked. Edward looked down at her blond hair, her huge tan breasts, her perfect ass, and felt himself climaxing. He gasped. She screeched, but it came out more as a gurgle. I never want this feeling to end, he thought to himself, every muscle in his body spasming. He continued to see blinding flashes of pleasure, intertwined with the vision of her wide eyes as he continued to ejaculate. He watched her swallow load after load, his mind spinning, his penis twitching. She gasped for air, pulling her head back. He continued to come, as did she. Edward shot load after load of milky white semen at her, splashing her tight nipples with liquid, dripping all over her stomach. She leaned back, running her hands through her hair, screaming in pleasure, as she was showered in creamy liquid, splashing all over her face and hair. Squirt after squirt came, the gobs of cum dripping off her hands, and her body throbbed as she came, in perfect synchronization with Edward’s spasming. He finally made it stop, his chest heaving in exertion. Jenna collapsed down, her stomach rising up and down with her heavy breathing, the pools of cum dripping onto the floor. They both were silent for what seemed like hours. “I’ve never come from a… well, giving a guy a blowjob,” she murmured. Edward looked down at her. Life was going to change.

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VAGABOND'S QUEST: Scene 1 : Deep Forest

Kythe Shard on Supernatural Stories

Vagabond’s Quest

Scene I: Deep Forest

“Away, away, the horizon begs me on…”
It was true.  The path disappeared around the horizon, and I had the urge to follow it.

“My legs shall not see rest until the dawn…”
Around me, the darkened forest, tinted green as light filtered through the leaves, was getting darker as the sun set, and the villagers in the last town had warned me never to go off the path nor fall asleep at night…

“And hark!  Though sleep threatens to drag me under…”
The bags under my eyes must have reached my lips by now
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… it had been a few days since I had last slept, and it was catching up to me.  Had this blasted forest no end?

“My feet shall strike the ground, till it is torn asunder!”
The rhythm of my footsteps was slow but steady, all that was keeping me awake.

    I guess a little introduction is in order.  I am Kythe.  Kythe Shard, the wandering storyteller.  If you can’t figure it out, I tell stories for a living.  I stand at about 5’ 8”, With deep, emerald green eyes and dark brown hair. And yes, I am a guy, before you start picturing something strange.  The date is, if this forest has not been more accursed then the stories say, the third Starday of Early Summer, 999 AL (After-Lucitain) And Ru Lunae is next to cross Sol’s path.  Got it yet?  You guessed it; this isn’t your home plane.  This story, and the ones that follow, are on Elura, a very… ahem…  ‘Earth’-like planet.  Things are a little different from your own planet.  Such as, the 9- different colored moons that circle our globe, and… well… magic.  Yes, magic.  You know.  Abracadabra and all that rot.  Except a bit more intense than that.

Anyway, back to my story. Some of you may be wondering how I became a Bard of the land, but that is a story for another time.  Right now, I am on my way to the town of Kasio.  It is a prosperous port town that should hold a lot of gold for a man like me.
But, between me and Kasio is the dread Poirir forest, a place that I have been warned many times to never enter.  ‘Tis a dangerous place!’  ‘Many a man and woman alike have fallen in there!’

“Oh well… sigh…” I said, kicking a stone along the path.  It skittered, struck another stone, and flew off some direction in the woods.  I had been kicking that stone for hours now, so it only saddened me that I lost it.  My pack was feeling heavier by the second.  My shoulders were numb from the leather straps, and no amount of padding I had added would help.  

There have been several stories about this wood; Imps that would lead you into swamps, Nymphs that would turn into hags in front of your eyes and the such, but I don’t believe any of those.  They are only stories.  The true danger is how incredibly boring it is.

I stopped on the trail as Sol was just clearing the horizon.  Although I wouldn’t let myself sleep- I had herbs with me that would keep anyone awake for hours, thank Yaegern- I would still use this time to rest my feet and flex my shoulders.  It was a beautiful little grove of ash trees, a little brook ran through it, eddying a little in the center to form a pool.  Wild flowers of all different colors, shapes and sizes.  I must say, even with the herbs, it was hard to keep my eyes open.  I dug through my pack, opening a trail-ration package.  It was a simple leather pouch, full of various edible… things.  I swear I found a finger of a goblin in one once, but at least it was still edible.  A little spring water, a few roots and some meat made a quick stew, the fragrance of which was very mouth-watering after the last few days of nothing but trail-jerky and the occasional berry or nut.  I made a little fire out of dry sticks in the glade, set the small field pot in the coals, and waited.

The song was silent at first, just below my hearing range.  Then, it seemed to grow more intense.  I couldn’t tell how much time had passed; I was too enraptured by it.  It didn’t seem to have any true words, at least, none that I could hear from where I was. I have heard many songs and many tales, but none could match this one in pure beauty. I looked around.  It was coming from downstream.  I really didn’t want to follow it, there were stories of imps… but then, I did want to know what could make such a wonderful sound, and if it would teach me a thing or two…  Before I knew it, my legs were moving, pushing me towards the song, and away from the path.

I was treading down a hill, using maple saplings to catch myself, when I could make out the words to the song.  Here is what I remember of it:

“I don’t know.
What words, I can sing.
The wind has a way, to talk to me.
Flowers sleep,
A Silent lullaby,
I pray for reply,
I’m reaaaddddyyy…

Silent.  Day.
Calm.  Sleep,
Oh serenity.
Someone.  Please.
Tell.  Me.
Hmmmmmmm, what is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day.

I don’t know.
What words, I can sing.
The wind has a way, to talk to me.
Flowers sleep,
A Silent lullaby,
I pray for reply,
I’m reaaaddddyyy…”

The song turned back to a soft hum that echoed through the forest. I could never get it out of my head for weeks to come, no matter how hard I tried.  Nor could I forget the creature that was singing it.  She was waist-deep in a pool, her back turned towards me.  Tales of old told of these charming denizens of the forest, and their immeasurable beauty, but I was awestruck.  Her hair was long, red with summer, and full of leaves, entwined around in braids with simple, uncut stones of some value.  It was curled in the back with a set of antlers, presumably some that she picked up somewhere.  Her skin was a light tan, like smooth maple bark, and it shone as she splashed water up onto her body.  This was a Dryad,  Kindred spirits of the trees.

I took another step, then another. With her singing and splashing, she didn’t hear me coming.  I snapped off the rest of my Armor (it was already half-off, I wasn’t really expecting to get attacked.) and set it down as she dipped her head under.  Her head came back up, a red, wet flurry of hair.  She began drying this out as I stepped into the water.

    This time, she did hear me, and she spun around, one arm across her breast, the other effectively hiding her crotch.  Any sensible being would scream at this point, but she seemed much calmer than anyone else I have known, even in this awkward situation.
    
    So, I did the only thing I could do, standing on the shore of a pond in my under-clothes, staring at a beautiful Dryad.  I began to sing with her.  The song was easily memorized, the melody split perfectly for a duet. It took her a few seconds to realize just what I was doing, but she began to sing along too.  Surprisingly, I sang the best between us.
She lightened up a little, still fiercely hiding her body, but at least she wasn’t frowning at me. I stepped forward, slowly, waiting to see if she wouldn’t let me near her.  She stepped back a bit, as if she wanted to share the space, not retreat from me.

The sun broke through some clouds, bathing the clearing with green light as it filtered down through the treetops.  I stepped into the water, stripping away the rest of my clothes.  The gods have graced me with an amazing physique, although I won’t go into details… some things are meant to be kept to one’s imagination.  She turned around again, using her hands once more to wash herself.  I followed the example, but I nearly screamed as I splashed the water onto my chest.  It was freezing!  The Dryad stared at me once more, her head turned but not her body.  She turned her back on me again, humming a new song.

The rhythm was hard to follow, even harder placing words to, so when I even tried to hum along, I couldn’t get it quite right.  She stopped suddenly, with a quick, hearty laugh.  She turned around, this time not bothering to cover herself.  I was between myself with both fright and joy.  Fright, because some tales say that to look upon a Dryads naked body is to invite death itself.  Joy, in that at least I would have died happy.  I didn’t die, however, and my gaze obviously lingered too long where it shouldn’t have.  The Dryad coughed, diverting my gaze to her face. She began humming again, slowly. I realized she was trying to help me (I was still a little slow in the mind from the sudden exposure) and began humming after her.  It took a few minutes, but I finally got it right on.

She was over-joyed when I got through it without fault, and she showed it by leaping up- I do happen to be about a foot over her head- wrapping her arms around my neck in a rough hug.  I had gotten quite used too our nudeness by now, but this sudden display of affection shocked me back into the man I was. I took in a quick breath, and made a bold move. 

I kissed her, just a quick peck.  She stared at me, still clinging to my neck.  With a little pull up to get her to the right height, she kissed me back.  This time, I wrapped my arms around her back, one under her ass to keep her up, our arms slippery with the water, our lips tasting of sweet, nectar-like honey..  We stared into each other’s eyes, aware of the inevitable.

I set her down gently, on her back.  We were in the shallows of the pond, the water lapping at the sides of her breast and the rest of her curves. My hands moved with the curves, my fingers working along the surface of the water.  She smiled, her bright, warm smile, one that told me that it would be okay.  My hands made it all the way down to her feet, then curved around onto her instep.  She moaned a little, spreading her legs slightly, as my wandering hands curved up her legs, and were mere inches away from her crotch, pulling away at the last second.  They found their way up to her breast, a pair of perky, firm mounds.  They took a hold of a nipple each, twisting and kneading gently.

She was writhing in pleasure at my touch, but unwitting to please herself; she instead turned her hands on me.  They ran up the inside of my thighs, brushing along my balls, pulling gently up my length.  Her eyes opened, either out of surprise or shock I smiled, and lowered myself on top of her, kissing her roughly.  Her eyes closed again, a soft moan escaping her lips as my tongue ran along her lower lip, tasting as sweet as honey. 

The water didn’t seem so cold anymore, and as my hand rubbed down her stomach, my palm felt droplets clinging to her soft pubes.  Her arms wrapped around my neck again, to give her leverage to allow more of her body to me.  With two fingers, I opened up her delicate pink flower gently by pulling on either lip.  She lifted herself with her arms, pressing for me to insert my fingers into her.  But I wasn’t through teasing her yet.  My fingers continued past her vagina, rubbing firmly at her anus, exciting another moan out of the Dryad. 

Her breath became short and quick, as her skin began to flush pink and red with blood.  Her body quivered with ecstasy, and her legs squeezed in on my hand, trying to force it in.  I decided I have played around with her enough, and to take her.  I planted my palm firmly on her lips, and gazed into her eyes.  She had bit her lower lip to keep from moaning any more, and nodded lightly.  My fingers spread, forcing her legs open, along with her flower.  Water lapped up to her clit, and she shuddered lightly with each wave.  I preceded to position myself between her legs, my cock aimed straight at her opening.  I decided to take her quickly, and did just that, with a thrust.

It was just as tight as I would have imagined it.  It was quickly apparent that she was a virgin, as I broke clean through her hymen.  I thought she was going to bite through her lip, but she managed to avoid that as well as screaming.  I stood still, buried to the hilt inside of her, waiting for what must be one of the most excruciating pains of being a woman to ebb and die.  Finally, with tear-stained eyes, she nodded, and I started slowly pulling out, then pushing in again.  It felt like heaven on earth, so well that no mortal human could ever be the same. 

She eventually quivered as an orgasm rocked her body, most likely her first, although it would be impossible to say.  I could feel myself coming close to my own explosion, so I slowed.  I rolled back, sitting down and bringing her up on top of me.  She took this as her cue, and began to move her hips foreword and back.  She threw her head back, unable to contain herself as she half-screamed, half-moaned out her next orgasm, her juices mingling with the water and running down my cock.  Her pussy tightened around my person at just the right time, and I followed her example, throwing my head back as I jabbed foreword, filling her deep with my cum…

We just stayed there, for several minutes, breathing deeply.  She pulled herself off of me, her crotch dribbling with out mixed fluids.  She looked down, a little dissapointed, almost sickened.  Just try to imagine your best friend/girlfriend  the next time she frowns at a mess.

I smiled, expecting this, and as she stood up, I leaned foreword.  Our combined fluids, plus the water, made for an interesting drink, and I had the added bonus of bringing her off again. I started on the outside, cleaning her deep-red pubes with my tounge, then I opened her slightly to clean out as much as I could.  Then, I splashed a little water up into her, rubbing her excited clit roughly.  She understood this action, and performed the same for me.

First, she licked lightly against my balls.  They didn’t necessarily have any fluids on them, but it was a free blowjob, so I wasn’t complaining.  She licked broadly up my penis from the base to the head.  Then, she brought the head inside her mouth, sucking noisily at the fluids.  I would normally have been limp from now if I was with anyone else, but I was hard again with her inexperienced but still masterful tongue.  I began thrusting my hips slightly, forcing her to deep throat on my member.  I finally climaxed, although I did not exactly shoot all that much cum this time.  It was a powerful orgasm that left my vision white and blurry….


We lied together on the beach of that pond until late evening, when the water and forest began to cool as the sun set.  We both had one last, long kiss and a quick hug/fondle, before heading off to find our perspective clothes.  It took me a few minutes to get back into all of my armor and clothes,  and when I returned to the beach, she was nowhere in sight… although, as I was about to leave, I noticed a glimmer of something n the sand.  It appeared to be just a larger then average piece of sand, reflecting the last rays of sun, but upon closer inspection, I realized what it was.

A thin, leather strap with a single gem in it, lying on top of the sand.  The gem was the finer one of those that lay in the Dryads hair, and as I picked it up, I felt like she left it for me.  The strap was long enough to go around my wrist, which is where I placed it.  The true effect of the bracelet, I would not learn until later, but for now, it was a good reminder of my night here.  I finally found my campsite again, and after policing the area to make sure I didn’t leave anything, I left that amazing little grove in the woods.

 If you have ever seen a woman, and thought to yourself that she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world, then you would be wrong.  I know the most beautiful woman in the world, at least, in my world, and I know her intimately…
 

Third Day on the Job

nerph on Supernatural Stories

The elevator eventually started climbing the floors.   I was heading to the 42 nd floor, and usually by about the 30 th floor the elevator was empty, unless some of my coworkers were there (though I didn’t see any of them, and attributed this to my tardiness).   As predicted, the first 20 or 25 floors had many stops and people poured out of the elevator.   As the last person got out for floor 26, I nervously pressed button with the “42” several times, hoping the doors would close quickly so I could get on with my day.

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n style="mso-spacerun: yes">   The elevator finally continued its ascent, but only for a few seconds before it lurched to a stop and everything went dark.

 

“Oh shit…” I mumbled.   I had been given a memo on my first day that said they were having problems with the elevators.   I guess two guys from my office had independently gotten stuck around floor 33.   I looked up above the door and sure enough, the marker pointed between the 33 rd and 34 th floor.   “Figures,” I said, leaning against the closest wall and slumping to the floor.   I let my head fall into my hands and rubbed my eyes, trying to vent some of my frustration.

 

Within a few moments the faint emergency lights blinked on, and I looked up from the floor.   I was suddenly startled to realize that I was not in fact alone in the elevator like I had thought.   Two teenage girls were standing on the other side of the elevator (they might have been 18 or 19).   They were dressed similarly: black buckle shoes, white stockings, short khaki skirts that came about half way to their knees, and white button-up blouses that were too short to cover their navel.   They both had toned skin and hair which hung loosely down the front of their shoulders, though the one’s hair was a little longer and a dark shade of brown while the other’s was blonde.   The brunette also appeared to be slightly taller and a bit more slender than the blonde.   Despite their differences, they were both equally attractive for their age and could have easily been sisters.

 

The girls were nervously whispering and giggling to each other, casually glancing in my direction and smiling.   I looked at them and smiled, attributing their behavior to girls being girls.   “First time in a broken elevator, ladies?” I asked politely.

 

“Not exactly,” the shorter girl answered.   “Kendra and I get caught quite often, actually.”

 

“Isn’t it almost spooky how often it happens, Crystal ?” asked the other girl.   They both laughed and I smiled, putting up with their immature demeanor.   “But Joe,” Kendra continued now looking me in the eye, “this isn’t exactly a mistake.”   I blinked my eyes, surprised that somehow this girl, whom I was fairly sure I had never met before, knew my name.   Kendra and Crystal laughed at my shocked expression.

 

“Oh, don’t worry Joe,” Crystal said as she and Kendra approached me, her fingers lightly trailing over the waistband of her skirt.

 

“We’ve been watching you,” Kendra interjected, her hand caressing her breast, “…for quite a while now.”

 

“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked frantically, starting to wonder what I had gotten myself caught in.   “And just how old are you two?” I asked, wondering if I was the target of some sort of plan to dirty the firm’s reputation by getting caught fooling around with minors.

 

“ Crystal ’s 17,” Kendra answered.   “I’m 19.”   Her hands reached down to the seam of her skirt and she slowly bunched the skirt into her hands, sliding the khaki material up her thighs, past the tops of her white stockings and revealing the bottom of a pair of white cotton panties beneath.   By now the girls were only a foot or so from me, and I was still sitting on the floor.

 

“Girls, I can’t do this!” I said sternly, starting to become disturbed as to what these young beautiful girls might claim happened in the elevator.

 

“It’s not about what you can and can’t do,” Crystal said, a forcefulness growing in her voice, “but rather about what you WILL do.”   Crystal raised her hand, and instantly I was on my feet.   I hadn’t told my body to pick itself up, but somehow my legs decided that they wanted to get up.   I tried to walk to the other end of the elevator, putting some distance between me and the girls, but I couldn’t move.   I tried harder to force my feet to walk, but my muscles would not respond.   Somehow I was frozen stiff before these two young girls.

 

“You are the selected target,” Crystal said calmly as her fingers started to unbutton the top button of her blouse.   “You are now ours.”

 

Kendra’s eyes focused on my crotch.   Slowly she extended her fingers towards the fly of my pants, as if calling for something.   Instantly, I felt my penis jump in response, and an erection started forming, a tent becoming clearly visible beneath the dark material of my slacks.   My face began to flush and my jaw clenched as intense sexual energy began to travel through my body.   “What’s happening to me?” I managed to mutter through my grit teeth.

 

“Don’t worry, babe,” Crystal said, her lips pouted.   “Just work with us here.”   She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled the white material back from her body, revealing a brilliantly white bra that seemed to glow as it held the two perfect globes of her flesh, which pulsed under Crystal’s breathing.   My cock, quickly becoming fully erect from Kendra’s control, leaped in my pants.   Kendra was standing slightly behind Crystal , licking her lips and still focusing on my pants, which felt like they were shrinking.

 

All of the sudden my legs started to move, encircling me behind the girls and taking me to the center of the large elevator, a few feet from Kendra.   With a spread of her hands, a backless wooden bench appeared out of nowhere.   Kendra walked to one end of the bench and sat down straddling it, once again forcing her skirt to ride up her slender legs and exposing her panties, which were now shining in a similar way as Crystal ’s bra, captivating my attention.   Kendra clenched the sides of her blouse and gave a fierce pull, popping the buttons off and literally ripping the shirt from her body.   Kendra was wearing a bra identical to Crystal ’s, and she had the same perfect breasts which were even more magnificent against her slightly thinner frame.

 

While I gazed back and forth between her chest and panties, Kendra patted the bench in front of her with her hand inviting me to sit down between her open legs.   My feet responded by walking me over and straddling the bench, sitting me down with my back to her.   Kendra’s hands gently came up my back and over my shoulders, reaching around to start undoing my necktie.   She pressed her body into mine, forcing her firm chest into my back.   I could feel the warmth radiate from her breasts as she whispered into my ear, “Just relax.   You couldn’t do anything even if you wanted to anyway.”

 

Kendra was right.   My body was totally out of my control and appeared to be under the direct influence of these vixens who were seducing me, though for what purpose I did not know.

 

As Kendra undid my necktie and started unbuttoning my shirt, Crystal walked over and stood in front of me, my eyes staring at the front of her skirt.   Seeing the perfection of these teenagers’ physical attributes, I could only imagine the wonderful pleasures that would be had with what was hidden from my sight.

 

Crystal ’s fingers gently reached under my chin and gracefully raised my head to look up at her wonderful breasts, which were now lifting and falling in rhythm with her breathing, which had increased considerably.   Crystal tossed her head back as her hands gently caressed her face, then traced a path down her neck and finally fell onto her bra-covered breasts, which she started to massage gently, letting a light moan escape from her lips.

 

Crystal ’s head came back up and she looked me in the eyes as her fingers undid a clasp on the front of her bra.   Shrugging her shoulders, the undergarment fell from her frame and the 17-year-old stood before me topless, looking down at me over her round, firm breasts, which were finally free from her bra.   Her skin was flawless, and the swell of her full chest was crowned with two perfect nipples.

 

Crystal took my hands and placed them on her breasts.   Without telling them to do so, my fingers started kneading her firm flesh in a way that did not quite seem natural to me, but in a way that was obviously pleasuring Crystal perfectly, as evidenced by the immediate increase of her breathing.   It seemed as if her legs were losing strength, and slowly Crystal lowered herself onto my lap so that we faced each other.   Just thinking about the nearness of her still-covered cunt made my dick yearn for the feel of being inside of her.   Kendra finished unbuttoning my shirt from behind and started to massage my chest and shoulders as Crystal bent down to kiss me, her lips and tongue bringing all sorts of pleasure to my mouth and her moans echoing in my throat as I continued to massage her breasts.

 

After breaking her long, masterful kiss, Crystal slowly brought one of her breasts to my mouth.   Instantly my tongue leaped out of my mouth to lick the erect nipple, my lips following suit and beginning to suck on the silky breast at the whim of Crystal ’s sexual desires.   Crystal ’s skin had a sweetness unlike I had ever tasted, and it made me want to lick all of her.   The harder I sucked her flesh, the better it tasted and the harder she forced it against my mouth.   Even though I realized that she was somehow controlling me like an interactive sex toy, I was obviously enjoying what she was putting me through as a pulse of energy started to gather in my groin.

 

After a few moments, Crystal raised herself off of my lap, taking her succulent breast away from my mouth.   I wanted with all my might to follow her, to not take her flesh from my lips, but some force held my head still and she easily pulled away.

 

Crystal turned around and re-straddled the bench, facing away from me.   As she stood there, her hair falling down her bare back, a mysterious music softly crept into my ears.   Although I could not tell where it was coming from, the tune didn’t sound like it was coming from any speakers in the elevator and it was getting louder.   As I began to wonder whether or not I was going crazy, Crystal started moving her hips from side to side to the beat that I heard in my head.   Her hands traveled up and down her topless body, and my eyes were fixed on the back of her skirt, which was stretched across her tight ass.

 

Slowly, Crystal started to lower herself onto me again, being sure to rub herself against my bulging cock as much as possible.   She sat on my lap as her rump grinded again and again against my dick in rhythm with the strange music.   Crystal turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, a devilish smile now on her rather innocent-looking face, watching how I would react to her.   All the sudden my hand started to move, demonstrating that I still did not have control over my body.   My fingers went to the back of Crystal ’s skirt, finding a zipper tucked beneath a seam.   I gripped the zipper and slowly my hand traveled the length of Crystal ’s ass, unzipping her skirt from underneath her.   As my fingers passed under her, she grinded harder and harder against me, forcing the zipper (and my fingers which held it) against the crack of her ass, bringing louder moans from her.   My index finger slid along her backdoor a few times before continuing to strip her of her article of clothing.

 

Finally I reached the bottom of her skirt and the zipper slipped from the track, so that the back of her skirt was completely open.   My hand stayed under her as she tugged on the top of the khaki material, dropping the skirt on the floor.   My fingers played along the inside of Crystal ’s soft thigh while my other hand was made to reach around her and grip one of her breasts.   My fingers drifted up to the front of her panties, slipping under the thin material and gently playing along the lips of her pussy beneath, her heat radiating onto my palm.

 

All of the sudden Kendra interjected.   “ Crystal , we must hurry and perform the test before Mother grows impatient and is upset with us.”

 

Crystal sighed, obviously wanting to force my fingers into her cunt with all of the might she could muster out of me.   Slowly my fingers began to penetrate her.

 

“ Crystal !” Kendra objected.

 

Grunting with frustration, Crystal eased up on her lap dance, which had made my pants moist with my own precum.   My fingers slowly slid out of her panties and out from under her.   Crystal was not the only one who was frustrated.   My penis slowly started decreasing in its firmness as the hot 17-year-old got up from my lap and turned to address Kendra, her bare breasts bouncing with her insistence.

 

“Can I at least perform the test this time?” Crystal asked.

 

“You know that since I’m the oldest, I get the first taste.   If you continue to learn, Mother might let you go first next time,” Kendra answered.   Crystal didn’t seem happy with the arrangement, but she did not continue to argue.   Instead she dismounted the bench and stepped over to a more open part of the elevator.   My leg swung over the repositioning my body to face her.

 

Kendra also stood up from the bench, pulling my unbuttoned shirt from my back, and she stepped between me and Crystal, who was now a few feet away standing there wearing only her panties, stockings, and shoes.   Crystal folded her arms around her naked breasts, pushing her boobs against her chest and pouted while glaring at Kendra.

 

Kendra stood in front of me, putting her hands behind her waist and slowly unzipping her skirt until it fell around her ankles and she could kick it aside.   She bent over and her hands rested on my knees, propping her up as she looked into my eyes and gave me a perfect view of her cleavage – her luscious breasts hung there, only supported by her stretched bra.

 

“Here’s the game plan,” Kendra said as her facial expression, once innocent, started to morph into a sly grin.   She lowered her voice to a whisper, “We are going to suck you, fuck you, and do everything you ever wanted the hot little schoolgirls of your fantasies to do to you.”   She licked her lips.   “But this will be no fantasy.   It will be hell, because as much as you will want to, you will be prevented from blowing even a drop of your cum anywhere.”   Both of the girls were smiling widely as I looked on in terror.

 

Kendra slowly undid my pants as Crystal knelt down and took off my shoes.   My body lifted itself enough so that Kendra could pull off my pants and slide my boxers to the floor.   After stepping out of my shorts, my legs spread themselves and Kendra knelt on her knees in-between them.   Kendra took my now only half-erect dick into her soft hand as Crystal stepped behind her, pulling the brunette’s hair back to reveal her beautiful cleavage.   As Kendra slowly began rubbing my cock with her hand, Crystal reached around her chest to remove her bra.   As the radiantly white material fell from her chest, Kendra’s breasts only fell slightly forward before hanging firmly off of her delicious body.

 

Kendra lowered her head and extended her tongue to take a lick of the precum that had made my groin moist.   “Mother was right,” she said, “he IS ripe!”   Crystal bit her lower lip and slipped her hand under the front of her panties, seemingly picking up where I left off while her other hand worked on one of her dazzling breasts.

 

Kendra wrapped her tongue around the underside of my dick, licking me back to the base and giving my balls a light suckling.   My cock grew to full length as she licked back up to the tip and then swirled her hot tongue around the head.   I began to moan as Kendra took my dick into her juicy mouth.   She slid her tongue along me as she started thrusting her mouth down the distance of my erection.

 

I began to moan as I felt my balls tighten.   I began to wonder if Kendra might have been wrong in thinking that I wouldn’t cum.   She kept pounding her face onto my dick, and I was sure that I was going to surprise her by blowing my load into her pretty young mouth.   I could feel more and more semen rush into my dick, but nothing came out!   Again and again I felt my cum flowing into my penis, and pressure started to build at the tip, which would not allow even a drop to drizzle out.

 

Trying to fight what was starting to turn painful, I looked at Crystal, who was now laying on the floor pounding her fist into her young pussy.   All of the sudden her whole body shook as a mighty orgasm ripped through her body and she started to slow her pace.

 

Wishing that I could feel the same release, it felt like my dick was being stretched by the pressure of my cum kept inside of it, as more and more of it flowed from my balls.   Kendra sped up even more until I started grunting at the tension.   All I wanted to do was squirt my load into this succulent teen’s hot little mouth, but my body would not eject its own cum.

 

Finally Kendra released my cock from her mouth, strings of saliva and precum trailing from her lips.   The head and half of the shaft of my dick was now purple from all the blood and semen flowing to it, my veins bulging out of my member.   Kendra extended her hand to grasp the tip and gently pulled.   In response to her, my cock mysteriously grew at least an inch and a half.   I screamed at the stretching of my flesh, and Kendra finally seemed satisfied with my length, which was now at least 9”.   While the extra length had brought some relief by easing the pressure a bit, my need to cum did not subside, and I doubted that the girls were through with me yet.

 

Kendra stood up and was joined by Crystal, who had now recovered from her orgasm, and they both waved a hand over me.   My body obeyed and laid me down on the bench, my huge prick standing straight up in the air.

 

As Kendra stood by my cock and slowly stroked it, Crystal bent down and lightly kissed me before saying, “I just brought myself to an awesome orgasm, and now I’m going to fuck you until I have another one at least as big.”   She paused.   “This might take a while, so prepare yourself for a long ride.   I’m not the easiest girl to please.”   Her smile struck a fear into my heart, and I knew that her pleasure was my torment.

 

With that, Crystal slipped off her panties and kicked off her shoes.   She then sat on my stomach, her legs on either side of me and the juices leftover from her previous orgasm dripped onto my skin.   Looking me in the eye, Crystal lifted her feet one at a time to the top of my chest, letting me gaze along her leg and into her pussy as she slowly slid the sheer material of her stockings down the distance of her elegant legs.   This girl was torturing me by giving me a wide open gaze into her magnificent cunt and not letting me cum.

 

When she was completely naked, Crystal stood up and took a few small steps back to position herself directly over my dick, which pointed straight at her steamy depths.   Slowly she lowered herself onto my pressured cock.   Even at my new length I slid right into her hole, which was well lubricated from her orgasm.  

 

Slowly Crystal lowered herself until she was practically sitting on my balls, all of my dick inside of her.   She wiggled her butt, grinding her pussy against the base of my dick and my mouth dropped as once again my cum started flowing into my cock, though a drop never left my body.   Crystal quickened her pace and was soon pounding herself on my engorged member, her short breaths coming with each thrust.

 

Meanwhile, Kendra had slipped off her panties and walked over to me.   She slowly raised one stocking-covered leg over my head and lowered it on the other side of the bench.   I looked up to find myself staring at a shaved pussy which glistened, even in the faint light.   The edges of Kendra’s pussy were extremely puffy as a clear liquid slowly dribbled out of her and ran down her leg.   Kendra’s hands began sternly rubbing her breasts and her eyes closed as she was clearly enjoying stimulating her own arousal.

 

As Crystal continued pounding on my aching dick, slowly my hand crept up to touch Kendra’s thigh where her nectar had begun to flow.   My fingers wiped some of her wetness and then came to my mouth, where my tongue licked off her juices.   I was confronted with a taste even better than that of Crystal ’s breasts, and eagerly hungered for more.

 

Kendra made my hand reach up again and start to rub the front of her cunt, her body quivering at my touch.   Then slowly two of my fingers penetrated her swollen pussy, working their way around inside of her.   I could hear Kendra groaning as she made me insert a third finger, and then a fourth, and start working my way in and out of her sex.   Soon she moved my thumb directly to her inflamed clit, where I began flicking her soft-spot back and forth.

 

As I continued to work her pussy, Kendra’s strength began to fail her, and more of her weight was being put on my hand, which she kept under her, supporting her stunning body.   Soon her cum began trickling down my arm to my elbow before dripping to the floor.   Her body began to shake, and as Kendra began to come to orgasm, I felt Crystal bear down on my dick, slamming all of her bodyweight onto my throbbing cock, and yet still I did not cum.   I put more and more force onto Kendra’s pussy and her muscles clenched my hand, trying to suck it into her.   In a similar fashion, Crystal ’s cunt gripped the bottom of my dick and began squeezing with a strength that made my dick go numb.   Her pussy milked my prostate, forcing all my available semen further and further into my dick, pushing against the tip which had somehow been plugged.

 

I began to scream at the top of my lungs as the pain radiating from my groin became unbearable.   Kendra and Crystal paid me no mind, however, as they experienced orgasm after orgasm, showing me again and again what I longed to do myself, and they soaked my crotch and my arm in the process.

 

As the girls’ orgasms began to subside, a fog-like air strangely crept into the elevator.   Suddenly the dark silhouette of a female appeared in the fog.   As the smoke cleared, I saw a woman, perhaps the age of 27, standing dressed in black leather high-heal boots which stretched along the outside of her legs up to her garter, which she wore without any panties, her clear-shaven pussy very visible.   She also wore a black leather bikini-style bra, which was pulled beneath her two plump, round, luscious breasts.   Her black hair and olive skin matched her attire, and she began to walk towards the three of us, my hand still gently working Kendra’s pussy, and Crystal still gently gyrating on my dick.

 

The mysterious and alluring woman first walked over to Crystal .   “Mother,” Crystal groaned.

 

“My girls,” the woman answered, lifting Crystal off of my painful penis, which popped out of her cunt as she dismounted me.   The woman plunged her hand into Crystal ’s pussy, making Crystal jump, and began to lick her fingers.   “Is he ready?” she asked.

 

“He is prepared for you, Mother,” Kendra answered, slowly removing my hand from inside her, letting it fall to my chest in a puddle of her cum.

 

“Yes,” the woman hissed with approval as she spotted my swollen and painful dick.   Her hand lightly played over the shaft as I grit my teeth and groaned.

 

The woman turned and in a puff of smoke a high stool appeared beside the bench.   She sat on the stool, spreading her legs so her marvelous pussy rested on the round surface.    “Joseph,” she said looking over my body which was wet with the two teenagers’ juices.   “I am Kylie, an ageless goddess of young sirens, among whom you have already met my daughters, Kendra and Crystal.   It was when you first heard their voices, even as softly as whispers, that you were put under their spell.   They exist for my pleasure, to lore men such as yourself into the position that you now find yourself in, painful as it may be.”

 

Kylie slid off the stood, her pussy trailing along the top, and she came to kneel beside my head, looking into my eyes, and starting to massage her breasts which were only inches from my mouth.   “But I have good news for you,” she continued, a look of pity and empathy coming over her face.   “I am your release.   I am your fulfillment, and all of that sizzling hot semen trapped inside of you will be consumed by my body.”   Kylie stood, putting her shaved cunt right above my head.   “My pussy will work you like you’ve never been worked before.   So get up,” she continued, “and start fucking the hell out of me.”

 

All of my sexual energies burned for Kylie and the sweet release that she promised.   All of the sudden I felt that I had control of my body again.   I stood up, exercising the freewill which had been returned to me, and stepped aggressively toward Kylie, who backed up until she was against the wall.   I could feel her warm breath on my neck as we were only an inch apart, and I looked down at her.   Forcefully I kissed her, letting my mouth play over hers, sucking her lip and intertwining our tongues.

 

Slowly my dick drifted against her exposed pussy, making her sigh with pleasure as I felt a wetness leak onto my pulsing dick.   “Make me cum,” she whispered, “and your torments are over.”   I slowly but firmly slid my cock into her steamy sex.   My hips began trusting into Kylie in a steady rhythm, bringing forth “oohs” and “ahhs” from not only her but also both of her daughters watching us.

 

Soon my speed had increased, and my balls were slapping the underside of Kylie’s pussy as I fucked her harder and harder.   All of the sudden Kylie jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my torso, the leather of her boots gripping my naked skin.   As I forced her harder and harder against the wall of the elevator, she pulverized my dick with her pussy, falling again and again upon my massive rod.   Kylie’s large breasts bounced against her frame as I pushed repeatedly into her depths.

 

All of the sudden Kylie started shrieking as I felt her fluids flow all around my dick.   Kylie’s cunt abruptly grabbed my dick, squeezing it several times and all at once my cum was released from its prison.   Again and again my steamy cum leapt from my cock only to be swallowed by Kylie’s body, which not only milked me but sucked at all of my semen which had been kept contained by her daughters’.   The experience was so intense that I began to fall to the floor, and soon I was laying on my back with Kylie on top of me, her pussy still devouring my semen.   Time after time, my body sent spurts of my cum into her as my vision started to fade and I blacked out.

 

When I came to, I was still laying on the floor of the elevator.   I opened my eyes, the lights above me sending pain through my head, though I couldn’t feel any other parts of my body.   In the quiet of the elevator I heard the smacking of lips and when I looked towards my feet, I saw a gorgeous, young, 16-year-old redhead kissing and licking my once-again erect penis.   Behind her stood Kylie, her cunt and thighs shimmering from her massive orgasms.   Kendra and Crystal each sat at her feet embracing one of her legs and desperately trying to lick the remaining nectar from her skin.

 

“Welcome back, Joseph,” Kylie cooed.   “It’s normal for our men to loose consciousness.   I just can’t seem to find any that can keep up.”   She smiled.   “Oh, meet Fiona.”   The redhead looked up at me, my cock buried in her mouth.   “I hope you feel some satisfaction in contributing to the number of my offspring.   She will continue to use your body to train herself in pleasing men, so that she might better serve me.   But don’t worry, she won’t get anything out of you.   I have drained you of all your seed, and you will not be able to cum for days, until your body replenishes itself.   In the meantime, Fiona will learn what stimulates you and gives you pleasure, using that knowledge in the future to allure men who are attracted to her assets.   I’m sure you’ll enjoy her education…if you can stay awake.”

 

With that, my back involuntarily arched due to Fiona’s efforts, and my vision started to blur again.   Every nerve in my body was firing, alerting me to my still-intense state of arousal.   But soon this feeling also began to fade as Fiona sucked and slurped by cock and I blacked out again.

 

The next thing I heard was a the sound of metal on metal from the direction of the elevator door.   I looked around me to find myself clothed again, and propped up against the side of the elevator, my briefcase sitting beside me.

 

“Don’t worry buddy, we’ll have you out of there really quick,” I heard a masculine voice say on the other side of the doors.   “You’re lucky, only being trapped in there for 15 minutes before we could get to you.   The other guys were in there close to an hour.”

 

Fifteen minutes?   I had to be in there longer than that!   Then the thought hit me: perhaps it was all just a dream.   An intense dream to be sure, but maybe I just fell asleep when the elevator lost power.   I concluded that this must have been what happened, and was more than happy to get out of the elevator and begin my day at the firm.

 

Yet I did find it strange that for the rest of the week I could not blow my load when my girlfriend and I had sex – that had never been a problem before.   She didn’t complain, however.   She said I seemed larger than ever, and I sent her through orgasms mightier than she had ever known.

 

The Taking of the Beast

nobadwolf on Supernatural Stories

Posted below is the First chapter of a story I have been working on.  Its way out of my league as to what I normaly write, but I would like some constructive feed back from those that know the meaning of the word constructive.  Thank you.

 

The moon slowly crept in thought the curtains as he sat there watching over her.    The sights and sound

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s had even haunted me, where had she come from.   He glanced at his watch, Eleven O’clock.   The night was still young as he heard the calls from out in the city.   The beasts were alive, and they knew she still lived.   No one would get to her now, not without going though him.   He had to know more, but could she take another trip like that.   She was already weak but her scent soon began to fill his naustrals.   Her lust violently grabbed a hold of him as he stood there watching over her.   He wanted her once more, and she would be his once again.

 

He stood over her, staring at her, as she lay motionless in the bed, just a corner of the sheet covering anything that was her.   He stared at her sleeping body, the silky, velvety black hair flowed from her, caressing her body as it reached down her body.   It lay tangled in some spots, straighter in others, victims of an earlier struggle.   Her breath was short and shallow, as she lay there motionless.    He couldn’t take it much more; her scent was invigorating, intoxicating.

 

The night had taken hold, and the change was coming. It was always so violent, so harsh on him, but this was who he was.   There lived a beast within him, and as the sun gave way to the night, it came though as well.   He knew his lust for her would drive him even more.   A rage washed over him, it was about to happen.   His blood boiled as his heart pounded faster and faster.   The pulling was about to start; he looked down to watch his hands, the nails starting to grow longer.   “It is happening,” he thought.

 

Howls could be heard off in the distance as this new creature was taking shape.   How whole body began to grow violently, His hands now grew to twice-there size.   His arms and legs had grown as well, now more powerful, fully developed masses of muscle.   His chest seemed to be ripped out from him, it moved as waves on the ocean, the ripples growing more and more.   The intenseness of the whole transformation had finally taken its toll as the collapsed on to the floor.   His body continued to transform as he called out his name, groggily, and still asleep, “ Brian?   Brian!”

 

He heard the calls, and moved himself closer to the foot of the bead so as to not be seen.   “Yes Karen, I am here,” he replied to her, his voice deeper and with a hint of a growl.

 

Karen looked around the room, her dark eyes searching frantic for her new found love.   “Brian?   What are you doing, come back to bed with me.”

 

Brian’s ears perked up, all the sounds around him seemed to be magnified now.   He heard everything, that made a sound, and her movements were all heard.   She was moving towards him, and her scent hit him hard, like a slap in the face as the sheets fell from her body.   The animal lust that was inside him grabbed a hold of him, his mind raced to gain control with no luck.   He stood up before her at the foot of the bed, a growl of lust slowly emanating from him.

 

Karen screamed as she saw the beast rise from the foot of the bed.   She frantically moved away, pulling the sheet up over her body trying to conceal her nakedness as she screamed for help.   The Beast moved towards her, what was it she thought as she tried desperately to push her self though the wall. She screamed once more, hear fears choking her up, Screams, now just gurgling.

 

Brian moved methodically, the beast he was now was no were near as charming as the man that brought this lovely beauty back here.   The beast lived inside of him, but now he lived inside of it.

It had all control; it wanted its own satisfaction.   He moved even closer to Karen, her scent was even more intoxicating.  

 

Her screams were going nowhere, Brian was gone, probably killed by this beast, and it was moving closer to her.   She looked at it, her eyes still filled with tears.   She trembled every move it made towards her.   Its face was nothing like she had ever seen; yet she had seen it before.   Pictures and movies, but this couldn’t be real.   It was all fantasy, nothing real.   She tried to rear back as it moved closer, its snout so close to her, she could feel its hot breath breathing down on her.

Brian stared at her from deep with in the beast that he was.   Watched as she trembled, flinching as he moved his head around her.   Her scent was intoxicating… the perfume she wore, mixed whit the scent or her cunt.   His heart began to pound even greater as he knew he would make her his once more.   He raised his had and tore the sheet she held to protect her.   He drank in her body with his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he moved closer to her.

 

Karen squealed a little as the sheet was ripped from her, exposing her bare body to the beast.   She held her legs close to her as she leaned against the wall.   Fear griped her throat, squeezing the breath from her, as the beast seemed to smell her.   She flinched again as its cold nose gently grazed her thigh.   It reared back slightly and growled at her as it looked into her eyes.   She gasped as she seemed to see into the beast, and the beast seemed to know her…   “Brian,” she thought?

 

Brian couldn’t look at her gaze any more; he saw the flash in her eyes as she realized who he was now.   He reached for her leg and pulled it towards him, trying to open her up.    She screamed out, “NO!”   The noise angered the beast as she pulled from his grip.   He let out his own growl as he raised his other hand, and swung it back against her head.   Her body fell away from him, slithering off of the bed, slumping onto the bare floor next to the bed.   Brian leapt towards her coming to a rest over top of her, a low growl coming from him as her head turned towards him.

 

Karen’s mind came to a crashing halt as the force of the beast’s hand threw her from the bed.   She felt herself falling, slumping to the ground.   He was over her as she tried to turn over, his fiery breath heating her soft skin.   She could still feel the burning, stinging feeling of his hand on her head and tried to reach up to touch it.   His grip was fierce on her wrist as he grabbed her hand and started to pull at her.   She screamed out “NO!   STOP THIS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

 

Brian grabbed at her arm, pulling her to where he wanted her.    He loved the fighting she was putting up; it fueled the fire inside of him.   He burned wildly to have his satisfaction with her, and her struggles making it even more exotic for him.   In her struggles, he managed to get her turned to all fours, and grabbed a fist full of her raven black hair.   He yanked hard on it, getting her attention, stopping her from her feverish attempts at escaping him.

 

The tension on her hair caused Karen to stop her struggles, her whole body tenses up as this creature moved over her.   She started to move away again, only to have her hair yanked back, pulling her head back.   Every time she tried to scream, and get away, it was always cut short by another violent tug.   His hot breath seemed to be burning a hole though her neck and back.   She felt him moving over her, and again she struggled o get away from him, and again he yanked her back in line.    She felt his arm wrap underneath her.   The soft fur on his arm was caressing and frightening at the same time.   He now had a firm grip of her, and her body was now his to do as he pleased.

 

Brian slowly moved tighter to her, his body in line with hers.   He couldn’t keep his passion of her any more.   She was in the perfect position, and he held her tight, not letting her go.   He kicked her legs open slightly more as his own manhood began to grow.   It slowly started to emerge from its sheath.   The reddish pink head came first, slithering its way out with every pulse of his heart.   His own hips soon began to move in a rhythmic manner.   He was ready for her now, and still grew even more and more.

 

Karen felt the beasts cock rubbing up against her.   She started to panic, and screamed out, “What are you doing, you can’t do this!”

 

Karen’s screams fell upon ears that would not hear her.   Brian started to adjust his thrusts; he could feel her wetness sliding on his cock.   He knew were his mark was, and had to hone in on it.   With a couple more thrusts, the mixture of her wetness and his own pre-cum, he began to slide into her.

 

Karen felt this creature find her womanhood.   She gasped as he entered her.   Tears began to fall as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into her.   She was powerless to stop him, and let him have his way with her.   He pounded her harder and harder, and soon began to really fill her up. She felt him begin to swell inside her, her own passions starting to take control of her mind.   She tried to fight it, this just wasn’t right, but she found herself wanting more and more.  

 

Brian felt her start to get into the rhythm.   She liked it to, and he lusted for her even more.   He released his hold from around her waist and grasped her shoulder and began to thrust harder and harder into her.   He felt the knot starting to grow inside of her.   Her own secretions were mixing with his.   She was in heat for him and he was powerless to stop himself from being one with her.   His own fur was matting as her own cum was making its way onto him.   His knot grew even more inside of her, linking her with him.

 

Karen couldn’t believe she was starting to enjoy this.   This beast, this monster had taken her as his own and she was starting to like it.    She began to herself for it.   He was raping her, and she was enjoying it.   She was even thrusting back at him, fucking him even.   Her own body was fighting her on his.   Orgasm after orgasm flowed though her body, as this foreign cock seemed to know every mark, every point to touch.   She felt him growing inside of her; she wanted more and more of him.   She wanted to feel him more and more.   She reached back through her legs, and started to rub her own clit.   Her hand was now moist with her own cum.   She reached back to touch him; he was so massive in her.   She began to caress the semen filled balls that slapped up against her legs.   They were so soft in there downy soft, fur covered scrotem.   She gently rolled them though her fingers.    Her thoughts were racing, more and more.   She wanted to explore this creature more and more.

 

Brian’s thrusts were more systemic now.   He felt is cum starting to boil over.   His knot was deeply embedded in her; she could not escape him now.   He moaned his own pleasures as he felt her caressing him nuts.   He thrusted more and more inside of her, he leaned back to grab her hips as he dug into her more and more.   Everything was becoming a blur, the excitement, the pleasure, the joys, all combining for a wonderful experience.

 

Karen felt his grasp on her, she moaned out in her own pleasures as he held her tightly.   She put her hand back down on the floor, balancing her for his harder thrusts.   She could feel him about to cum.   She wanted it even more now.   She thrust back to meet him on every thrust.   “Oh god, oh god this is so great!” she thought.   She wanted him more and more now; She had to have him as her lover.   A Fiery lust grew inside her for him; he had taken her by force, now she would be his forever.

 

Brian tilted his head back as he thrusted deeper into her, burying himself into her.   He let out a great Howl from deep with in him as his cock began to extrude his fiery load of seamen deep inside of her.   Pulse after pulse; Wave after wave of his hot seamen shot into her.   Her own body convulsed with each and every shot that he buried inside of her.  

 

Karen’s juices were making there way down her legs, and she could feel each and every drop as it slipped out of her overflowing cunt.   It was like rivers flowing down her leg, pudding around her knees.   She heard the beast that was entwined in her let out a heart-stopping howl as Karen felt her new lovers climax fill her.   Her own screams of pleasure danced with his, a song of the night, a song of ecstasy.

 

As the last pulses of cum squirted out from Brian’s cock, he looked down upon Karnes back.   Her hair was to one side, and she seemed to be panting slightly, a bitch in heat, a bitch satisfied.   His lust for her was soon replaced by an even greater hatred and feelings of disgust.   Her neck was an inviting target, and his anger drove him into her.   His cock was still imbedded in her as he opened his jaws widely and came down on her neck with a great vengeance.   His teeth pierced though her flesh, sharpened daggers making their mark.   Her blood squirted from her veins, filling his mouth.   It covered his muzzle, and started to gush everywhere as he loosened up his grip on her.   She tried to move away, and he sunk his teeth even deeper into her.   He pulled back, ripping out the flesh of her neck.   He held onto her tightly, her screams slowly fading away as haunting songs prancing though his mind.   He chewed the flesh he had in his mouth, its flavor something to savor, something he enjoyed.  

 

Her body fell limp, and Brian let lose the grip he had of her, her head hitting the ground, her body still attached to his throbbing cock.   His knot had remained swollen inside of her, and his sexual arousal was being peaked as he felt her lifeless body fall forward.   He moved forward himself, picking her up slightly once again to have his way with her.

 

Brian started thrusting in her once again.   His cum provided plenty of lubricant for him as he thrust his cock in and out of her dying cunt.   He groaned and grunted, quite enjoying the fucking of this lifeless bitch.   The thought of her lifeless body excited him even more, and with a second round of pleasure, his climax filler her warm cunt once more.

 

Brian leaned on the bed, the rush and high of the second orgasm slowly washing off of him.   He felt his knot, still buried in this lifeless being, slowly begin to soften, and then with a thump of Karen’s body on the floor, he was free of her.   He snorted at her, disgust showering his face as he looked at her slumped body.   He stood up; his seven foot nine inch body towered over her.   He moved over towards the window, walking on her corps as she lay there getting cold.   He looked down at himself, she was all over him; his fur was matted with her cum, and her blood.   He reached out the opened window and readied himself to leave.   He looked back at her, his thought were savage, “Stupid hommid you were, but a toy.   A simple toy for my pleasure.”   His voice fell upon deaths ears, but she couldn’t tell anyone.

 

The savage beast made its way out the window and back into the city from where he came.   The city streets were always quiet at this time; this made his travel so much easier.   He knew he had to make his way to the park; the fountain would quickly wash away all this mess that still covered him.

 

Brian scanned the park as he arrived; nothing seemed to be moving but the water at the fountain.   He quickly made his way for it, not stopping for the police barriers that had been set up around it.   The water was cool as it penetrated his outer coat of fun, reaching his bare skin.   Brian soaked up the water, standing over the spraying fountain.   The water started turning a pinkish color, and Brian moved off the fountain and came down on all fours on the concrete ground around the fountain.   He shook violently, throwing all the excess water from his body and pelt.   It showered down all around him, turning the light grey cement its darker, wetter look.   He looked back at the fountain for a moment, then leapt over the barricade, and ran back into the city to his final resting place for the night.

 

Sergeant Magnetos started at the report that sat on his desk, his hand tapping his pen on the desk.   His partner sat across from him, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost to the world.   A large stack of manila folders took over a corner of his desk.   Another victim to add to that stack just landed on his desk.   He read the report to himself, everything the same, just the names and faces were different.   This one read:   Karen Reynolds, age 26, five foot four, 125 lbs, Black hair, brown eyes.   Cause of Death:   Extreme Violent trauma to the back of the neck.   Special notes:   body found to be filled with animal fluids.   Sergeant Robert Magnetos picked up the crime scene photos and looked at the victim’s trauma.   He threw them back down on the desk in disgust, cursing at his partner.   “God Damn it Tom, This is the Fucking 29 th victim here, and it’s all the same.   When are we going to get a break in this?

 

 

Fade into chapter two

Nobadwolf

(c) 2004

 

Lycan

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Rhys choked as the large man held him against the coarse brick wall, arm pressed firmly against the victim’s throat. Punching ineffectively at his assailant, Rhys struggled for breath. He was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, quite a pretty boy for nineteen. He was also the unfortunate victim of an alleyway mugging.
The man punched Rhys in the gut, while his partner went through the blonde’s pockets. Rhys knew all that would be found were his keys and a bus card; he never carried his wallet at this time of night, only just enough cash which he had already spent on milk and cheap coffee. He prayed that they would leave him alone when they found nothing.
“Dude, this dick head has bugger all. It’s waste of time,” said the
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partner, annoyed. The guy who was choking him frowned and drew his fist back at head level. Rhys closed his eyes and whimpered, but the guy paused. There was a yelp as the partner flew like a rag doll into the wall and landed awkwardly on a cluster of grimy trash cans.

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” said the mugger, dropping Rhys and turning around. Rhys fell to the floor gasping and massaged his burning neck. The stranger who had thrown the mugger’s partner said nothing, just walked swiftly forward. The mugger threw a punch but the stranger caught it in mid-air, twisted the arm around and punched hard under the mugger’s ribs. The criminal doubled over in pain and screamed, and then the stranger kicked him in the stomach sending him flying five metres through the air and crashing into the alley wall. He didn’t get up. The partner, lying amongst garbage, could have gotten up but intelligently chose not to.

The stranger strode up to Rhys and held out his hand. As Rhys looked up it seemed the face was bordered by a golden halo, in fact a street lamp across the road. Rhys took the hand and was hauled gently to his feet. His saviour was slightly taller than himself but extremely bulky and with a sizable belly. But beneath the fat was obviously hidden muscle. He was also probably the same age. A mouth below short brown hair and dark green eyes asked, “Are you okay?”

Rhys nodded stupidly. He was still groggy from the choking.
“It looks like they got you pretty bad,” the stranger gently brushed some blood off the blonde’s forehead. “You should come back to my place, I’ll patch you up,” said the stranger. Rhys nodded vaguely as the teenager put a beefy arm around him for support and led him down the street.
“What’s your name, by the way?”
“Rhys,” he answered breathlessly, still a little weak.
“I’m Kirby.”
Kirby’s place was small but nice. All the basics were there and the walls were done up in a pleasant blue. The two were in the bathroom, Kirby cleaning Rhys’ bare and scrawny chest with a damp cloth.

“It’s a good thing I got there when I did. Those guys were serious, you’re lucky they didn’t do any more damage.” He briefly pointed to the bruises on Rhys’ chest and neck, and the small cut on his forehead. Rhys was grateful for all the help this otherwise complete stranger was giving him. He had saved his life after all. The smaller teenager’s mind flicked back to the fight, and the two muggers flying through the air.
“How did you that?” Rhys asked, “Throw those guys like that, no one is that strong.”
Kirby ducked his head and smiled. “I’m a werewolf,” was the simple answer. He sounded slightly embarrassed.
“A werewolf,” Rhys repeated blankly.
“I know how it sounds, but it’s true. Super-strength, heightened senses, howling at the moon, the works.” He held out his hand. Before Rhys’ eyes the hand grew, sprouted grey thick grey hair and claws, then quickly melted back into pink human flesh. “See?”
“Wow.” Rhys blinked. He was willing to believe. He grinned, “That was cool. But I thought werewolves only changed at full moon.”
“No, I can change whenever I want. Except full moon, then I’ve got no choice.” Kirby looked away for a second, as if deciding something. He turned back to Rhys and said, “I want to show you something.” Kirby led him from the bathroom to a large metal door.
“What’s in there?” asked Rhys, only a little suspicious.
“My bedroom.”
Inside was bare, with only a double bed in one corner and a large dog basket in the other. Rhys thought it was cute. He noticed with a shock that the entire room was padded. The walls, floor and even the ceiling was covered with soft white sponge. He thought about it for a while and decided it made sense. Maybe he didn’t have much control during full moon. Then he remembered why Kirby had brought him here.
“So, what is it exactly you want to show me?” There was a loud crack as the back of Kirby’s hand caught Rhys violently under the chin sending him crashing against the padded wall. Rhys looked up in terror and confusion as Kirby grabbed him by the neck and held him up. Rhys scrabbled at the lycan’s arm to no avail.
“I couldn’t believe my luck, stumbling across a cute, helpless little thing like you.” Kirby pressed him into the wall and growled a low and hungry sound. He brought his face close to Rhys’ ear and smelled his hair, and the sweat and the fear. “I’ve always wanted a little puppy for myself,” he snarled.
Rhys trembled with terror; he had walked right into a werewolf’s lair. “Are you going to eat me?” he managed to squeak. Kirby laughed.
“I don’t eat humans, besides,” he slowly licked the nape of Rhys’ neck, “You’re much too tasty for that.” Still holding Rhys against the wall with one hand, Kirby used his other to rip the black singlet he wore from his bulky body. “No, I know just what to do with you.” With his free hand, the werewolf removed his victim’s belt and jeans, and tossed them aside. He grabbed and stroked the bulge in Rhys’ underwear. A single claw grew from his index finger, and with one slash the jocks fell to the floor.
Rhys whimpered as he finally realised what was going to happen.
“Oh, god no. Please, don’t do this,” he begged. The clawed finger pressed firmly against his lips.
“Shhh. Don’t make this more difficult for yourself,” said Kirby quietly. “The more you cooperate, the less it will hurt.”
“Christ, please...” his begs were cut short as the lycan took his trembling cock in his mouth, and he began to moan. Though still terrified, Rhys couldn’t help but enjoy the tongue that swirled over his dick, and squeaking every time very sharp teeth skimmed over his delicate flesh. A few seconds later and he was completely hard. But Kirby dropped him suddenly putting an end to the experience.
With nothing holding him back, Rhys instantly crawled to the door. It wouldn’t open. He shook and hit it, all the while mumbling piteously to himself. Meanwhile, Kirby calmly took off his black pants and underwear, revealing a hard penis, and walked over to Rhys, smiling darkly to himself. He grabbed the boy by the shoulders, turned him around and forced him down, and thrust his cock into his mouth.
Eyes wide in fear, Rhys gagged on the sudden invasion, but Kirby held his head in place and roughly crammed his length repeatedly down the poor boys throat. As Rhys was skull raped all he could do was take it, and cry. Kirby began to moan and growl as his dick slid in and out of the blonde’s choking mouth, pre-cum dribbling down the boy’s throat. He came quickly, and forced Rhys’ lips right to the base of his cock as the big load spurted into his skull. Cum shot straight into Rhys’ belly but also tried to escape out of his mouths, spraying out of the corners of his lips.
“Eat it!” Kirby ordered as he released Rhys into a fit of coughing. “Lick it all up.” Rhys just wanted to curl into the foetal position, but he did as he was told and licked up all cum from the floor, himself, and Kirby’s large belly.
“Now the real fun begins,” said Kirby. Rhys lay on the floor and shook. A deep rumble came from Kirby’s chest. His whole body grew in every direction. Grey fur covered his entire naked frame. His face grew into a snarling snout and his ears moved to the top of his head.
“Oh fuck,” Rhys whimpered. The werewolf was huge. Ten feet tall with huge log-like limbs and a massive rippling belly that could have easily accommodated two large children. But when Rhys saw what was between the hairy legs his normally pale complexion went even whiter. Two testicals the size of cricket balls hung behind a rock hard cock that was easily fifteen inches long and four inches thick.
The transformed Kirby seized Rhys under the armpits and carried him to the bed. The blonde struggled and squirmed, terrified for his life and begging all the while.
“Please no! Oh, god no!” he screamed, “It’ll kill me! You’ll fucking kill me!”
The lycan brought the struggling mess to eye level and roared. Rhys fell silent.
“I’ll be careful,” said the grating baritone voice. Then he began to laugh. He slammed the whimpering teenager face down on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge and held his thin white arms spread eagled with his own dreadful claws. Kirby kicked Rhys’ legs apart for better access and aimed his gargantuan appendage at the tiny little butt-hole before him.
“Shit, please don’t. Please don’t hurt me! No one’s ever... You’ll fucking kill me!” cried Rhys as he struggled futilely at the monster’s iron grip. The wolf roared with laughter.
“So, you have a virgin ass. Even better! And don’t worry; I won’t break you, my little puppy.” Then, without protection, without lubricant and without mercy, Kirby plunged his huge cock into Rhys’ rectum. Rhys screamed in agony as he felt it spear his prostate and stretch his innards to the extreme. Snarling in pleasure and joy, the lycan buried his fifteen inch meat right up to the hilt with his big hairy balls rubbing against lily white butt cheeks.
The ten foot wolf breathed deeply. He could feel every crease and bump, every movement and twitch that was inside his puppy. He felt the rectum and sphincter and intestines stretch almost to bursting to accommodate his monster penis. But then he withdrew his cock all the way to the head, and began to thrust fast, violent, and above all uncontrolled thrusts, and grunting each time he violated Rhys’ insides a little further.
All Rhys could do was scream. Tears of agony streamed down his face as his little ass was stretched, and the friction burnt his insides, as the intense slamming pressure forced itself upwards one thrust after the other, raping him like a steel piston. He couldn’t form words or even struggle against the grip of the werewolf, all he knew was the pain in his backside and screaming.
Kirby was having the time of his life. He fucked the thin teenager as wild and as fast as he could. It wasn’t long before he felt the cum swirling from his testicals to the base of his penis. With a terrifying howl he orgasmed, his first shot shooting a stream of sperm deep into his puppy’s belly. Rhys felt the hot liquid filling his insides like a high pressure hose; he thought it would never stop. But after almost ten seconds the stream did stop. Then with a snarl came Kirby’s second shot which sprayed out of Rhys’ crack and smothered the belly of the wolf.
After six more mighty shots Kirby was finally done. With a contented growl he withdrew from the boy and released his arms; he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Kirby then lowered his snout and began to lick his own seed from Rhys’ red raw butt cheeks and hole.
Rhys shivered as the coarse tongue drew across his buttocks and wormed its way inside his entrance, sucking the hot cum out of his body. Although a painless experience, his rear end still burnt and stung from the rape. And while the werewolf was no longer holding him down, he saw no point in trying to escape. His body was paralysed with fear and pain; the pitiful teenager could not have run even if he tried. He prayed and hoped that this was the end and that the monster had finished with him. But no such fate was in his grasp.
There was an odd crunching noise as Kirby returned to his human form. He smiled and watched the blonde breath slowly in and out, eyes wide in terror. The half-breed reached under his bed and pulled out a plastic box. Inside were his toys. He decided to go with something simple and removed three twelve inch dildos, placing them on the bed. He leapt into the air and belly-flopped onto Rhys, crushing the thin boy under his large girth.
Rhys gasped for breath as Kirby whispered into his ear, “You know what the very best part about being a werewolf is? You never get tired.” With that he jumped off his prisoner, grabbed a dildo and crammed it into his own fat ass with a load grunt. His bum easily and hungrily swallowed the complete length of the plastic toy. Then, moving with surprising normality for someone with twelve inches of rubber inside his crack, he pushed his human nob into the target before him and began to rape Rhys in the butt again, but slower this time with even more powerful thrusts. He fucked him with a sense of purpose.
As a human, Kirby’s penis was smaller, almost half the size than what he originally stuck Rhys with. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Rhys screamed until his lungs ached, and thrashed his arms as his dominator held down his back with strong hands and repeatedly pushed into him.
Without warning Kirby stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in rectum. He took one of the two remaining dildos, rubbed some slippery cum on it and lined it up with Rhys’ crack, just beneath his own penis. Slowly he pushed the huge dildo into his puppy’s hole with his dick already firmly inside. He gasped in pleasure as the muscles in the blonde’s body tensed and tightened at the new intrusion, tightening around his meat.
Rhys screamed louder as his butt was stretched to new extremes even more painful and impossible than when the wolf was inside him.
Kirby sighed when the dildo was in as far as it could go.
“The fun isn’t over yet, little puppy.” Kirby squirmed his own butt cheeks together to stimulate the dildo inside of him, then took a deep breath and changed. He became a werewolf yet again but this time with a dildo up his ass and his dick in a thin little human who also had a dildo in him at the same time. He roared in ecstasy and pounded into the puny teenager, his fat shaft constantly squeezed and massaged by hole he was raping to oblivion. His yellow eye caught the final dildo. Licking his chops, he took the toy and roughly crammed it up his ass to join the other that rested inside of him.
Rhys had finally stopped screaming. He was beyond pain. He just took sharp, urgent breaths as the lycan behind him fucked him like never before. Rhys had felt the monster growing inside of him, filling up his insides like a stuffed chicken. But then something had happened and now there was no pain, only a strange sensation of intense pressure and the mind-numbing fear that he would never escape. Rhys was conscious enough to notice something even more disturbing. He was horrified to realise that he was getting hard. He was being raped by a ten foot wolf monster with a fifteen inch penis, and his brain was sending messages to his dick telling it that this was a good thing. So he did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances: he started to masturbate.
Kirby grinned as he felt the familiar tingling in his cock. His massive nuts tightened as he shot a load of cum so powerful that Rhys was blasted off his member like a rocket and slammed against the padded wall. His fantastic orgasm ended and the stream of molten hot jiz slowed to a dribble. He changed into a human and collapsed on the floor, gasping. After a few lungful of air he stood and walked to where Rhys lay, shaking. The dildo had been flushed out of the teenager’s ass by the torrent of cum and now lay harmlessly on the bed.
Inside Kirby’s toy box was a thin, leather collar. He fixed it to Rhys’ neck. He then picked up the unresisting male with one arm, walked to the far wall and opened a concealed panel behind the padding. Inside was a metal cage about two metres squared. He put Rhys inside and locked the cage door. Kirby wandered back to his bed, paused to remove one of the dildos from his sizable ass, and climbed into bed deciding he would get the other dildo out later. He looked at Rhys in his cage and smiled.
“You did well, my little puppy,” said the werewolf, evilly. “Now get some sleep. You’re going to need lots of energy for tomorrow morning. And tomorrow evening. And every single day after that.”

The Curse of Forgetting- The Dark Prince

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I was lost, and I was terrified. The forest around me seemed to reach for me, clawing branches desperate to grab hold of me.  It was cool, and though my bodice was slightly heavy, I still felt the chill.  My skirts tangled around my legs as I wearily pressed onwards.  How long I'd been lost, I wasn't sure.  It seemed now like forever.  My fear was mounting with every step I took, the forboding forest seemed desperate to claim me as its own, and its intent was clearly menace.

I walked onwards, trying not to panic and run.  Hours passed, but as darkness began to close in, I discovered a road.  Well, little more than a wagon track, really, but it indicated human life, and I fel

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t myself come close to tears with the joy of my discovery.  But as I staggered onwards down the rutted pathway, I began to despair again.  It seemed to go onwards, and onwards, and onwards without end.  And it did nothing to ease the sense of malevolent evil lurking in the woods.  Strange sounds assailed me on each side, and shadows seemed alive... alive and bristling with hatred.

But I persevered, and kept going forward.  I knew instinctively that I was going the right way, though as night deepened, so did my fear mount, to unbearable levels.  Every sound, every movement began to make my heart race.  Though I was cold now, I sweated profusely from the fear.  I knew that the more I traveled deeper into this forest, the nearer I came to danger.  And yet my feet carried me unerringly deeper towards the darkest of nightmares.

Just when my fear reached a fever pitch, I heard the sound of horse's hooves.  A sound of humanity, a sound of hope.  But then I looked up and saw you come around the bend towards me.  The hulk of a silhoutte against the night.  A dark, lurking shade outlined against a dark and dangerous sky, you moved towards me.  The momentary joy I'd felt was replaced by trepidation and insecurity.  There was only menace and power in your stance, in the way that you were part of the darkness, not separate from it.  For a moment, the thought flickered through my mind that you were perhaps even the master of it.

Your voice came from shadow, smooth, gossamer strands of sound that caressed my ears with a chill that had nothing to do with the cold of the night... "What are you doing in my forest?"

"I am lost, my Lord, I meant no trespass, I assure you," I replied.

"And yet, trespass you have. And for that, you will pay."

"Please, forgive me, Lord, for I know not even why or how I have come to be here!" I shivered as a frisson of fear ran through me.

"It matters naught, wench, for I am the Master of this place, and you are subject now to my rules.  You will come with me, and I shall decide how you will repay me for your trespass."  You reached down then, and I was swept astride your horse, he as black as the heart of hell itself.  Your face still unseen, we leapt forward, the great beast striding towards my destiny with fatalistic rhythm.  The only sound besides the thunder of his hooves was the thunder of my heartbeat as it roared in my ears.

Fatigue settled into me, and I felt myself repeatedly jerking awake, heart racing. The ride seemed to go on and on... yet it was over all too soon.  Out of the darkness loomed a giant edifice.  Dark gates towered against the inky night sky, somehow managing to be darker than the darkest night I'd ever seen.  They loomed over us, like crows awaiting carrion.  My heart skipped at the comparison.  The gates opened, more terrifying for their very silence.  Nothing so huge should move without sound, and yet they did, parting with a violent grace.  As we entered, they closed, their method of closing unknown, or unseen... just as insidious either way.

I was unceremoniously deposited upon my feet, and your hand on my elbow steered me without delay towards the black entrance to what was unmistakably a castle.  The hallway which greeted me was dark, yet the darkness couldn't hide its opulence.  Gold and silver filagree glinted in the light thrown from guttering torches. Macabre tapestries seemed to move upon the wall, their colors rich even in the barely discernable torchlight.  We walked the hall in silence... the rustle of the rushes that covered the floor the only sound.  It was the sound of my doom, and I knew it.  I trembled with the knowledge.  I trembled from your touch, which was burning its way through me.  I trembled in fear... I trembled with suppressed desires.  Desires I didn't understand.

The walk down the hallway again seemed eternal, yet it seemed simultaneously to be nothing more than a momentary reprieve.  We arrived all too soon at a chamber.  It was undeniably a bedchamber.  Vast, it echoed with an eerie silence as we entered it.  You gestured ahead, and I entered first.  Then I felt you come up behind me.

I felt your breath, hot on my neck.  I shivered with fear, and with delight, as your lips moved down to my shoulder.  But I did not fight you, I couldn't.  I simply stood as your hands moved against my hips, trailing up along my ribs, and even as you reached the laces of my bodice, I did not protest. For a moment, you worked against them, until frustration at being held from your prize overcame you.

"Remove these, for they confound me," you said, and without hesitation or thought, I obeyed.  Freed from their confines, my breasts delighted in your exploration of them.  My heart roared, as if jealous of my newly freed breasts, it wanted to be released from its prison, as well.  But such was not to be, and I felt your hands caress my breasts, feeling their weight, feeling the satin of my skin.  Your touch on my nipples lit a fire between my legs, which roared above the sound of my fervent heartbeat, a feat not so simple by this point.

"Your skirts must go," your voice was cool in my ear, and it jarred me instantly to motion... the skirt slipped from my hips to pool at my feet with the bodice which had preceeded it.  With nothing more than a motion from you, my knickers joined it, and I stood naked in your presence.

"Should you not kneel in the presence of your prince?" you asked me, and I turned to you, and knelt.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Undress me," you commanded, and I could do nothing else but obey without hesitation. I knelt before you, my body no longer my own, my hands subject to your every whim. Within moments, you stood proud and powerful and naked before me... yet, even still, your face remained shrouded in shadow. 

You motioned, and I knew what to do, not even a moment was needed for thought.  I reached out to you, and ran my hand down your dick, fearful, yet I could not stop myself, and I couldn't help the incongruous joy that flickered to life in me as you allowed me to take you into my mouth.  I sucked you then, my hands and my mouth offering you a homage that only you and I understood.  I loved you with my lips, I worshipped you with my tongue.  I knew I'd never seen you before, and yet just as truly, I knew you, and I loved you.  And I could do nothing else but obey you.

As I felt your climax nearing from my tender, loving attention on your dick, I felt the thrill beginning, the urgent desire to taste you, to accept the very physical and definite physical proof of your desire for me.  As you erupted into my mouth, I drank of your pleasure, and mine blossomed within me, burning desire flared between my legs.

But I asked for nothing as you slipped from my mouth and stood before me.  I simply knelt before you, waiting.  I knew it was as you wished it, and I desperately wanted to please you... though I was terrified of you at the same time.  After what seemed eternity, I felt your touch upon my chin, you raised my face towards yours... and still I could not see you.

"Lie upon the bed," was your simple instruction, and I hastened to obey.  What else could I do?  I could not resist you, and I knew in my heart that even if I could, i would not.

As I lay upon the bed, I felt your weight upon me, your hands moved over my legs, up my calves, and down my thighs.  I panted from desire and fear... I knew your intent, and I wanted it, I wanted you.  When I felt the heat of your breath upon my pussy, I jerked with reaction, so highly charged was my desire.  When the fire of your mouth closed over me, I moaned with unbridled lust, and when I felt your finger slip inside of me, I was undone.   I was torn between the desire your mouth created, and an urgent, overwhelming need to feel your dick buried inside me.

I heard my voice begging you, pleading with you to take me, to make me yours.  I knew that I already was, and yet I could not help begging you to prove it yet again. When at last you plunged inside me, you rode me fiercely, and I met you thrust for thrust, my desire at a fever pitch.  It overwhelmed me, and I came, and as I felt you fill me, I came again, filled as much by the erotic pleasure of knowing you had just claimed me again, as by the physical delight of feeling you throb inside me.  And deep in my heart, the ecstasy of knowing I had pleased you made my heart as truly yours as was my body already.

As the morning was drawing nigh, and we were laying together, exhausted, and nearing sleep, you asked me a question.  Your voice was filled with the most profound longing and a tragic hope, "Do you know who I am?"

My response came from my heart, and I knew it was the right and true one... "You are my Master."  And as I slipped into sleep, I felt your tears against my skin.  And yet, still, intwined as we were, I had not seen your face.

Morning came, and the bedchamber that it illumined was no longer the one of the night before.  It was, instead, fresh and bright, filled with color and life. As I looked at you, and saw your beloved face, I could but marvel, and ask, "What happened?"

You told me the story then, of the witch's curse.  When we had refused to allow her revenge upon her neighbor for a slight we knew had not been committed by the neighbor, she had set upon us a curse.  Our estate had become a place of darkness and madness.  You had been given an overwhelming lust for me, and I had been set to wander, each morning finding me lost in our wood, and my memory of you gone.  I would forever fear you until I remembered you.  But even as the curse had begun, you told me, I had made you a promise, and through the long months that followed, I had kept my promise..

"Though I forget you, I will always obey you.  I will always be yours to command," I had said, and never once had I disobeyed you, even though I had sometimes been desperate in my fear of you.

"And last night, even though you could not possibly do so, you remembered me, and called me Master again. I love you, and nothing has changed for me from the curse... I want you still, with a desire that burns within me like fire."

You gestured then, a gesture I knew well, and even as I slid down your body to take you in my mouth, I had one last thing to say... "Yes Master."

In the night

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            The night was cool, with a warm breeze.  I was sitting on the porch listing to the crickets chirp and watching the lightning bugs.  I was slowly rocking back and forth in a chair sipping on some whisky.  I was lost in thought, drifting from one notion to the next, when a sudden quietness caught my attention.  For some reason all the crickets had stopped making noise and there was an odd silence.  I stood up, adjusted my bath

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robe, and looked around.  I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nothing that would cause the bugs to stop their usual symphony.  I was about to turn and go back inside when I saw something like a shadow move quickly out of the corner of my eye.  I did a little double-take, looking around again.  I realized my heart was pounding.  I quickly dismissed the shadow telling myself it was a cat or something, and went back inside.

            I live alone now, my girlfriend moved out about a month ago.  It wasn’t much of a relationship.  I guess we just didn’t love each other enough to keep going.  I wasn’t too sad to see her go.  I walked into the kitchen to put away my glass.  I was looking out of the window I have above the sink.  Suddenly I got that feeling that I was being watched.  The hairs on my neck went up.  I looked around outside, but all I saw were the trees being swayed by the wind.  I went up stairs to get ready for bed, trying to escape that eerie feeling.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I wasn’t look forward to it.  I walk to my bathroom forgetting about what I felt downstairs, replacing it with the loathing I had for tomorrow.  I turned on there water in the shower and walked back to the mirror, shedding my robe and hanging it on the hook.  I studied myself.  I had taken up running again, trying to get back in shape, and it was paying off.  I had just about got my six-pack back.  I smiled to myself, satisfied.  The water had warmed up by the time I had finished brushing my teeth. I finish my shower, toweled off and went strait to bed.  It wasn’t long before I was asleep; it had been a long day. 

            I awoke.  I blinked at my clock trying to focus my eyes.  12:33.  I’ve only been asleep an hour.  My stomach tightened.  There was someone in my room with me.  I turned and saw a small outline.  The person was thin, about five feet ten inches tall.  They were standing their watching me at the foot of my bed. 

            “Who are you!?” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I reached quickly for my pistol that I kept in the night sand beside my bed.  A hand stopped mine.  How did she move that fast.  Now that she was closer I could see that it was in fact a girl, a beautiful girl.  She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties.  She had long jet black hair that reached the top of her back.  Her eyes were some wonderful shade of green that looked like they were on fire. She had a great body, and her grip was surprisingly strong.  My heart was pounding.  At first I was scarred to see someone sneak into my room but now it was pounding because of something else.  A million questions ran through my head. Who was she?  Why was she here?  How did she get in?  What was she doing?  What did she plan on doing with me?  I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, it was like I was in a trance.  Her grip loosened and I made no attempt to get my gun.  Her right hand moved around and caressed the back of my head.  Her touch electrified me.  She brought my head close to hers, and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I couldn’t think strait enough to question it.  I just soaked it all up.  Our tongues danced in each others mouths as she pushed me down on my bed.  She straddled me and began to rub my cock through the sheets.  I was hard as a rock now.  She moved her hand underneath the sheets and started pumping me.  I removed her skin tight top she had been wearing.  She hadn’t been wearing any bra under her top.  I began to caress her breast with both hands she moaned softly into my mouth.  She took off her bottom and I threw away my covers.  We embraced, it felt so good just touching her.  Our lips locked again, and with her right hand she took my cock and guided me in her. She threw her head back and moaned as she took me all in. Her pussy was so tight and wet with her juices.  She began to bounce up and down, fucking me faster and faster.  She rubbed and squeezed her tits as she fucked, moaning and screaming.  I rolled her to her back and began pounding her with everything I had.

            “Oh, YES! Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”  I was completely enthralled with her.  She arched her back suddenly and I felt all her muscles tense as she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.  Then she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails dug deep into my back.  It hurt, but I could care less at that point.  She threw herself into my thrusts, matching my pace, and she began moaning more and more.  I knew she was close and I was too.  I started fucking her faster and even harder.  Her moans turned to screams again and I found myself screaming as well.  At first I thought to pull out, but she pulled me in with her powerful legs.  I came inside her.  Load after load was shot into her vagina, and I just kept cumming.  Finally I was out.  I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath, watching this beautiful vixen lying there panting.  Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.  I leaned forward and our lips met again in a fiery passionate kiss.  I realized my back was bleeding from her clawing.  I was growing tired suddenly, too tired. I broke the kiss to say something but all I could do was catch my breath.  She began to kiss and bite my neck, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and then, nothing…

Sarah And The Clods - Chapter One

Major Perv on Supernatural Stories

SARAH AND THE CLODS

Inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. Well, what else do you expect when you get four attractive young couples together and lubricate them well with adult beverages? Chances are that the subjects of religion and politics will give way to sex. Surprisingly, it was Sarah who steered the conversation away from national politics, and she did it by asking us all a brutally simple question.

But let me back up a little. My name is Keith. I'm 30 years old and married to a beautiful woman named Judy. Life has been pretty good to us. We own a small media company, and some winning investments have set us up on lower easy street. Our core circle of close friends consists of five other middle class couples in their late 20's. Their

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professions range from a professional race driver to a history professor. Our little group was formed when four of us guys met in college. We all hung out at a local motor sports bar called "The Pit Stop" and we became inseparable during our years on campus. We called ourselves "The Clods."

Over the years since our college days, all of us married - some more than once after messy divorces. We naturally inducted our wives into the group and eventually two other couples joined our ranks. Although we all lived in different parts of the country, we made it a tradition to gather together once a year for a week of fun, food and frivolity. This year it was at my place in central Massachusetts.

Three of the five couples had arrived early that afternoon. The other two were flying into Bradley the next day. After getting the visitors unpacked and settled into their quarters, the eight of us that were present had been sitting around all evening drinking, catching up on the past year's events and engaging in spirited conversation about a variety of subjects. We were gathered in the family room; sitting on free-form sectionals pulled together this way and that to form a rough circle. Candles and mini lights provided the illumination in the room – soft and flattering. Cool jazz was playing softly in the background.

Sarah was the newest member of the group and the youngest at 21. She was John's wife of just eighteen months. John raced sports cars for a living, and was one of the messy divorce guys. Some years after he split from his first wife, he met Sarah during a three-week stint in the hospital, the result of a nasty crash at Road America. Sarah was one of the day shift candy stripers at the time and she took an instant liking to John. She was tall - nearly six feet tall - with a slim body and long, straight auburn hair. She had huge green eyes and full lips - the kinds of lips guys call DSL's, so naturally John took an instant liking right back at her. The crash had left him pretty busted up and although he was more upset about his broken Porsche than his broken body, the fact that he'd missed three races near the end of the season really left him in a sour mood. But Sarah would have none of that. Her bright personality, her sense of humor and her innocence brought him quickly out of his funk. Six months later they were married in the presence of the Clods. This was Sarah’s second Gathering.

She had been somewhat reserved all evening and at around ten o'clock she stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and get into something more comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes"

"That's a great idea," I said. "There're showers in the two other bathrooms and one in the pool house. Why don't we all take a break and freshen up. I explained to everyone that there were fresh towels and terrycloth robes in the closets in the bathrooms.

A half hour later we were back clad in the bathrobes and various other casual attire. Jesse was the last to join us, dressed in a set of sweats. Conspicuously, he took a seat to Sarah’s right while his wife, Gloria, was sitting to Sarah’s left. The rest of us settled down around freshly made drinks. The conversation turned to politics.

That's when Sarah popped the question. During a lull in the conversation she asked, "Why didn’t you guys include me in the fun last year?"

Gloria looked quizzically at Sarah. "What do you mean?"

"Okay, first I want to tell you that John filled me in on what went on last year." said Sarah.

"We were hoping he would," said Gloria

She took a gulp of her drink. "Last year was my first Gathering. When I met all of you guys, I was just so happy that John had such a great circle of friends and that he wanted me included in the group." I wanted so much to be a part of it and to be included and to be considered a permanent part of the Clods." She placed her hand on Jesse’s thigh. "Last year, Jesse especially made me feel welcome. He took the time to fill me in on The Clod’s history and dish out some funny and very personal stories about you guys."

Laughing, Gary said, "Thanks Jesse!"

Sarah smiled and unconsciously started stroking Jesse’s thigh with her fingertips.

"Well he left a lot out." She pointed to John. "And he didn’t tell me the whole truth about The Gathering until a month ago."

John looked a little sheepish. "I just didn’t have the balls to tell you. I’m sorry honey. I didn’t realize it would bother you that much."

Well to tell you the truth, at first I didn’t notice anything," continued Sarah, "but as the week wore on, I caught some of you disappearing for an hour or two in groups. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but when it kept happening each day, it finally dawned on me that you were all hiding something. I had no idea what was going on, but it became obvious to me that I was not going to be included. John was no help. When I asked him what was happening, he made some lame excuses.

Gloria leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek. "We tried to be discreet, but we weren’t discreet enough. I’m really very sorry."

Sarah continued, "Then came Friday night and everybody but John left early in the evening. I asked him what was going on, but he just said that he told you all that he wanted to take me out to dinner that night so you all just decided to go to the movies. But then on Saturday I paid close attention and when again you disappeared in groups, I asked John what was going on. He made some excuse about flea markets and gyms. I didn’t believe it for a second." Sarah looked around at all of our faces and said, "If you remember, John and I had to leave two days early so that he could help get his car prepared for an endurance race at Watkins Glen. I remember our goodbyes. Everyone seemed generally sorry that we were leaving with two days left to go in The Gathering. But I just couldn’t help but wonder why John and I weren’t included in the activities – whatever they were. It bothered me all year and I’ve thought about it a lot. I figured it had to be either drugs or sex."

I was sitting across from Sarah and I watched her hand slowly stroking Jesse’s thigh and almost imperceptibly inching its way higher toward the outline of Jesse’s balls. Gloria didn’t seem to notice, but I figured since she was sitting to Sarah’s left, she couldn’t see what was going on.

Sarah paused for a second or two. "Why the secrecy? Why didn’t you just tell me?"

"That was John’s idea," said Gloria. "He didn’t know how you’d react being a newlywed and all. You’d only been married for six months.

John said, "I mean how do you tell your new bride that you want to fuck five other beautiful women for a week?"

Gloria continued, "He was afraid that if he told you before the Gathering, you wouldn’t attend, and that you’d be afraid that if he came to the Gathering by himself, you’d simply assume he’d be joining in the fun without you. He decided to sit out the fun last year and tell you what was going on before this year’s Gathering. When we saw that you were here this year, we just assumed that John had explained everything. We were all very happy to see you get off the plane this afternoon, especially Jesse. You smote him last year and he kept begging John to tell you what was going on. He was in agony last year looking at you but not being able to touch."

Sarah turned to Jesse. "Thank you Jesse. You made me feel the most welcome last year." She slid her hand up and put her palm on Jesse’s thickening hard-on and started stroking his balls with her fingertips. Jesse let out a low moan and started rubbing Sarah’s back. "I’ll make it up to you this year," Sarah said. "One thing you all should know though. I was a virgin when I married John. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with."

"Oh you poor thing!" Jesse blurted it out without thinking. Laughter erupted from the crowd.

"She was the last of the teenage virgins and I got her," John said with a chuckle.

Sarah smiled. "So tell me, what am I in for this week?"


(Continued)

Special Connecton

Superstud on Supernatural Stories

My name is Lucy Saget and on the 13th day of June,I had came all the way from the small college town of Berea,Ohio to the City of New York with a heavy heart,because I've had no other choice,but to put the affairs of my twin sister Mary--who had died quite suddenly under mysterious circumstances--in order.

But after I had arrived at Mary's apartment and called our dad to let him know that I had made it safely to the Big Apple and I'll always be careful,I had started to go through some of Mary's things,only to have myself touch her swimsuit and have a vision of my own sister appear right before my very own eyes.

Now,I know what you're thinking and I really don't blame you,but I swear to you that it had looked and felt so real that I could just reach out and say to Mary that w

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e were all very sorry for forcing her to go attend classes at NYU,instead of nagging her to go to Baldwin-Wallace.

However,just as I was about to do so,a handsome young stud had walked right through me and over to Mary,who had looked at the male stranger with a smile on her face and asked,"Were you being followed?"

"No,I wasn't followed.I've made sure of that.",answered the handsome stranger,after he had placed his gentle hand on Mary's cheek and just before they had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips.

Then,after he had undid her bikini top and placed his hand inside the bottom half of her swimsuit to carress her hot,wet pussy,Mary had allowed him to start licking on her firm breasts,placed her lips next to his ear and whispered,"Oooohhhh,yeeeessss!I want you to do it,Gene!I want you to fuck me like you would fuck your wife!"

That was when I had dropped the swimsuit,looked around the room and discovered that the visions were gone,causing me to realize that it must've been the food that I had eaten on the plane-ride over here.

However,just as I was about to go through my sister's stuff one more time,there was a knock at the door,causing little curious me to go over to the door,open it and see a stoic man hold up a police detective's badge and say,"Miss Lucy Saget,I'm Detective Jerry Boxleitner,NYPD Homicide.I just wanted to welcome you to our fair city,offer my sympathies for your loss and see if you were alright."

And then,after I had let out a sigh of relief,I had placed my hand on my chest and said,"Well,Detective.I do want to thank you for your welcome and sympathies.As for checking to see if I'm alright,you could plainly see that I am.Is there anything else I could help you with,Detective?"

"No,Ma'am.Not right now.",answered a concerned Jerry,after he had given me a card with his name on it."But if you're able to come-up with anything else,just feel free to give me a call.The number is underneath my name."

But then,after he had lift the apartment and I had closed the door behind him,I had turned towards the box of Mary's stuff,took a deep breath and hope to God that I would never go through another one of those shocking visions again.

But after I had picked up one of her NYU text books,another vision had suddenly appeared before my eyes whether I want it to or not.

This time,it was inside a place that had looked exactly like a college professor's office and even though the words on the door were backwards,I was able to read the name--Gene Harden--and the title--Professor,NYU Sci-Med Department--on it.

Just then,there was a knock on the door and a voice from somewhere behind me had said,"Come on in!Door's open!"

And after the door had opened,I was shocked to discover Mary standing right in front of me with a nervous look on her face and asked,"Do you wish to see me,Professor Harden?"

"Yes,Miss Saget.I do wish to see you.",answered the mysterious voice,after I had turned around and discovered that it was the same Gene that she had that rendezvous on the beach in the last vision."Please,do come in and sit down."

And then,after she had stepped into the office,closed the door behind her and sat herself down in a chair in front of his desk,a small-smiling Gene had gotten out of his seat,walked over to my sister,placed his hands on her shoulders and said,"Now,Miss Saget.It has come to my attention that you were having some difficulty in understanding the attraction between a man and a woman.Am I corect?"

And after she had taken a deep breath,my poor reluctant sister had started tweedling her thumbs and answered,"Yes,Professor Harden.You see,while I was taking a short-cut to my next class,I had suddenly heard some strange sounds coming inside the music building.I've took a peek inside and discovered two of my classmates having sex with each other.At first,I've thought that you have to be married to allow such things to happen."

"Well,Miss Saget.That's where you were wrong.",said the understanding professor,after he had moved his hands down to my sister's very own breasts,which had suddenly became firm by his touch."You see,you really don't need to be married to hve sex with an adult male.And if you'll allow me to,I shall demonstrate that little theroy to you."

And with that,both my sister and her professor had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips,just before they had taken all of their clothes off and placed their nude bodies on the floor and Gene had started licking all over Mary's body--all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her stiff mounds.

"Aaaahhhh!Professor Harden,what are you doing to me?Plase don't do this!I don't want it!Stop it!Oooohhh!Please,Gene!Don't stop!",said Mary,after she had placed her hands on Gene's bare shoulders."Yeeeessss!That's it!Do it,Gene!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!"

And while I was watching them having sex with one another,I had suddenly noticed the look on Mary's face that was suggesting that she was experiencing something that she had never experienced with anyone other than herself before,for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then,after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch,a sexually-energized Mary had placed her hands on Gene's bare arms and yelled,"AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT'S IT!DO IT,YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then,after they had started moving harder and faster and their lovemaking has reached its final college semester,the two newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then,after they were both finally able to catch their breath,Mary had placed her head on Gene's chest,let out a sigh and said,"Oooohhhh,Gene.That felt ssssoooo gooood.I just wish that we could be together forever."

"Believe me,Mary.I'm wishing for the exact same thing.",said Gene,after he had gently placed his hand on her head and just before they had snuggled-up to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then,a sudden knock at the door of my sister's apartment had caused me to accidently drop the book on the floor and the visions to disappear again.

However,after I was abe to pull myself together and walk over to the door,I had opened it and my eyes had grown as wide as saucers,for standing right in front of me was Gene Harden,my sister's lover himself.

"Hi,you must be Mary's sister,Lucy.I'm Gene,one of Mary's really good friends.",said a smiling Gene."I've heard that you were in town to put her affairs in order and figued that you might need some help.Can I come in?"

And after I had cleared my throat and allowed him to step into the apartment,I had closed the door behind him,walked over to him and asked,"How long have you known my sister?"

"Oooohhhh,it has been since she had first arrived at NYU and discovered that with the right amount of help,she would've became one of the top minds in the Sci-Med field someday.",answered Gene,just before he had noticed the look of suspicion on my face."May I ask why are you asking?"

And then,after I had placed my hands on the box that still had Mary's stuff in it,I had taken a deep breath and answered,"What would you say if I were to tell you that whenever I take something out of this box,I see visions of my sister having sex with one of her college professors?"

The only response that I had gotten to that question was a hearty laugh and these words,"I would honestly say that you were out of your mind.Trust me,Lucy.There's no possible way that such a scenairo would ever happen.Okay?"

But then,after I had said 'yes' to that question and touched his friendly hand,another vision had appeared before me,which has the two lovers inside my sister's apartment.

"YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVED ME!YOU SAID THAT WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!",yelled a very upset Mary."YOU WERE LYING TO ME,WEREN'T YOU?!JUST ANOTHER FUCKING DUMBASS LIE!"

"LOOK,MARY!YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!I REALLY DO LOVE YOU!",yelled Gene,after he had plaed his hands on my sister's arms."IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT READY TO LEAVE MY WIFE YET!AND I'M AFRAID THAT SHE WERE TO FND OUT ABOUT OUR AFFAIR,IT'LL CAUSE HER TO DIE OF HEART FAILURE!"

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,YOU FUCKING PRICK!OR I'LL PICK THE PHONE AND CALL THE POLICE!",yelled an angry Mary,just before Gene had accidently caused her to hit her head against the kitchen counter,which had killed her instantly.

That was when I had pulled my hand away from Gene's,pointed at him with my shaking finger and said,"You did it!You were the one who killed Mary!"

And after he had realized that I had somehow discovered his secret,Gene had looked at me with a sinister stare on his face,pulled off the drape cord and said,"Yes,Lucy!I'm the one who killed your fucking bitch of a sister!But you should've looked at it this way!I've done you and the rest of the world a favor by killing that skanky cow and tossing her fucking body right into the goddamn fucking river!"

And then,after he had discovered that I was pinned against the wall and in-between the counter and the refrigerator,an devilishly-gleeful Gene had slowly moved himself closer towards me and said,"But since you're unable to see that,I guess that I have no other choice,but to do the rest of the world one more favor!Say goodbye forever,Bitch!"

But then,just as he was about to wrap that drape cord around my throat and start choking me with it,I had opened the refrigerator door and smacked him in the face with it.

And while he was laying on the floor and crying out in pain,I had opened the apartment door and ran out of that horrific scene as fast as I possibly could,only to have him grab me in the stairwell,forced me against the wall and start choking me with his bare hands.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SMART,HUH BITCH?!WELL,GUESS WHAT!YOU WERE WRONG!YOU WERE ALL WRONG!",yelled Gene,while my entire life has started flashing before my eyes."YOU!MY WIFE!YOUR FUCKING SISTER!YOU DESERVED TO KILLED!EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME!NOT NOW AND NOT EVER!"

But then,just as I was about to die due to lack of oxygen,someone had shot a gun and killed Gene,causing him to let go of my throat and drop dead on the floor.

And then,after I was finally able to catch my breath,I had looked up and discovered that my rescuer was none other than NYPD Homicide Detective Jerry Boxleitner,who had just told me that he had a pretty strong hunch that it was Gene who had murdered my poor sister and decided to tail him to see what other dark secrets he has hidden from the entire NYU faculty.

Then,after he had helped me get back on my feet,a confused Jerry had looked at me and asked,"Thre's sill one little detail that puzzeles me.How were you able to figure it out?"

And after I had realized that if I were to tell him about the visions that I had seen,he would be unable to believe me,I had just taken a deep breath and answered,"Let's just say that I have a special connection with my sister."

THE END!

DBZ the making of trunks and goten

boltz on Supernatural Stories

Vegeta was recovering in a recovery chamber in capsule corp a month after he landed on earth after the big fight against frieza. Bulma had always liked the badboy type of guys they really turned her on, but what turned her on even more was vegetas hot naked body resting in the chamber. She couldnt help notice how big his saiyan cock was, her tight pussy was cringing at the thought of his big cock ramming up her pussy. She had only been fucked by three other people (four if you count when master roshi fucked her while she was sleeping) by goku once, a few times when she was going out with yamcha and she was once rapped by piccolo. Bulma didnt have much experience but her pussy was craving for some action. She locked the doors so noone could enter and she lay down on a leather sofa were s

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he could have a perfect view of vegetas naked body, she was only wearing a short pink skirt and a very revealing blue top, she had raised her top with her soft, left hand slowly so that she could play with her nice, perky tits. With her right hand she sllid up her skirt and slowy started rubbing her shaved camel-toe pussy through her leapord skin thong. She was slowly rubbing her thong and was getting hornier and hornier by the second,

"mmmmmmm" she slowly started to moan. She kicked of her sandels and was fantasising about vegeta fucking her hard, her clenched up soft toes and long, sexy legs would make any man beg for mercy. She placed her index finger into her pussy and slowly placed it all the way in her juicy, pink pussy

"mmmmmmmm" she was getting loader, she took off her wet thong down her legs quickly and with her sexy toes took them off and cucked them to the floor, revealing all of her beutifully tanned legs. with her index finger she started to slowly finger herself, pushing in her index finger all the way inside her pussy, noises of pleasure were getting louder while and she looked at vegeta everytime she let out a sound hopeing not to wake him, but deep down inside her she wanted him to wake up so he could see how horny she was at the thought of him. Faster & faster bulma was fingering her wet pussy getting louder and louder each time she inserted it, she placed another finger in to add to the pleaure fingering herself fast, she was squeezing her tits harder

"Oh God, Oh God" she screamed, "OOH YES" she was unaware of how loud she had been, her pussy was getting wetter and she was fingering herself faster and faster. Vegetas eyes were slowly rolling up, but after he saw the amazing sight infront of him his eyes burst wide open, there was Bulma, the hot girl who had looked after him fingering herself to his naked body, the saiyan prince was arroused and his cock grew into a 12 inch wonder, bulma noticed by the corner of her eye and knew he was awake, she knew he was horny at the sight of her so she turned her pink, tight, wet pussy into his view and said

"if you want some come get some" vegeta without hesitence broke through the glass of the chamber and walked right up to the horny minx. As one of the last survivers of his planet, forced to travel different worlds Vegeta didnt get much action, and never had he seen another race that looked the same as his. The last time the prince remembers a fuck was when he was a little boy in his home planet, and he fucked one of his teachers afer class.

Bulma got to her knees and started to suck of the prince. Vegeta was haiste and said

"yes suck me Bitch, suck me harder" Bulma enjoyed being treated like dirt, it arroused her. From then onwards she knew she was going to have the Fuck of her life

Identify Yourself

Face the Music on Supernatural Stories

It was a calm autumn day, the type of lazy day that takes one’s mind off of the world and lets it wander. This was no exception for Jesse Ignatio, whose thoughts had turned to the finality of fall and its romance.

Romance was a common thought to Jesse, who had often thought himself a romantic, an incurable lover of the world, but never of those in the world. He was himself a bit eccentric about his love endeavours, for he never pursued the normal type of girls, even though he was quite handsome and women found him very appealing. With brown hair and bluish green eyes, his Italian roots won out over his less significant Spanish heritage, although they complimented each other nicely. He was never out of style and certainly never out of date, but he did so effortlessly, never

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consulting fashion magazines or watching the trends. He was just naturally on top of the world.

But the women he enjoyed were far from feminine; he pursued women who worked in careers like construction, women who worked hard and often scoffed at his living, that of a high school literature teacher.

Even so, he struggled on. After labouring for many years, he decided that he needed a new sense of identity. At thirty-two, he knew that he had wasted too much time trying to get what he thought he wanted.

Sexually, Jesse found himself less and less turned on by the large breasted women that he sought out to fulfill his ever-growing needs. Willing to try anything, he sought out other less traditional fantasies- interracial, anal, transsexual, and the list went on. Finally, fearing that heterosexuality could be the barrier he was trying to break, he broke down and rented a gay porno with a twinge of shame.

He was rolling in it. He loved seeing the men lick each other and caress each other. He practically came (without manual stimulation) when one man shoved his very erect penis into the other man’s anus. He had never before been turned on like this.

He quickly shut off the tape and sat on his couch, wondering what he would do next. Something still didn’t feel right. He didn’t think he was gay. It just couldn’t be.

Glancing at the clock, he realized that he had been thinking for well over an hour and decided he would sleep on it. He quickly undressed, deciding that it was much too warm of a night to put on any clothes. As an afterthought before he shut out the light, he wondered if it would be any easier being a woman. No pressures of having to choose the right girl; after all, he would choose you. No more need for sexual domination, which he had always felt was more like a chore in bed.

He quickly dismissed these thoughts and turned out his lamp.

At around 2 a.m., he woke to a strange sensation. He realized that he could not move his arms or feet and struggled to see what was restraining him. Seeing nothing, he attempted to move his torso. His efforts were fruitless; he realized that he was utterly paralyzed and helpless. He thought to scream, but what he saw next made him speechless.

His vision became blurry at first. He had never needed glasses or contacts, but he was having difficulties even making out silhouettes. All of a sudden, his vision focused, and as he looked down at his body, this is the sight he saw:

His body was starting to change, like a liquid filling a new container. His torso started to quiver and sway vertically, and he noticed that his body was beginning to become narrower. He felt his spine snap sharply, and although he felt no pain, he felt his hips assume a different position altogether. His legs were now wider apart, and he began to feel a premonition of what was happening to him.

He saw his member, which in reality had been a decent seven inches, more than enough to please any women he had the chance to encounter sexually. Now, his organ was shrinking before his eyes, making the blood rush out of his face. It finally disappeared with a pop, but he felt it continue to shrink.

Meanwhile, his torso was assuming its shape, narrowing sharply at the stomach and waist. His greatest surprise was his chest ; it was now growing , and when it finally stopped, he realized what was happening.

He was transforming into a woman.

His adrenaline soared as he felt his insides changing; he could feel his testes growing into beautiful ovaries, and he imagined all of his male organs morphing as a caterpillar becomes a butterfly.

Finally, in the last throes of his transformation, he felt himself rising to orgasm. He felt what was his most intense pleasure to that day, and as he knew he was going to explode in an array of sweat and exhilaration, he felt his vocal chords twist, and he screamed.

As a woman.

He- she- knew that it was over. Jesse Ignatio was no more.

She lay in bed, her muscles still twitching from the mind-bending orgasm. She felt her muscles finally relax, and she lifted her arms, which were now free. She sat up and breathed in deeply.

She was here. This was what she was meant to be.

All the struggles as a man, all of the awkwardness- it was the way she was supposed to know what she was meant for.

She knew she could not wait any longer, but her new body restrained her again, and she fell asleep, dreaming of the ecstasies she would feel.

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Jesse- or Jessi, as she now thought of herself- woke to the sunrise shining in the Venetian blinds that she had always admired. She rose from her canopy bed, which had always been a laughing matter to the girls she had previously brought to the room, and strode to the kitchen. She then made herself a three-course breakfast, eagerly awaiting the day ahead.

She was grateful for the timing; her transformation had taken place in June, with classes having given out only for a few weeks. She would have plenty of time to explore herself before she would have to face her job, if she would ever be able to go back.

Jessi decided that the first thing would be to find some better attire, since all of her clothes were Jesse’s- she now thought of Jesse almost as a past existence. She put on the most gender neutral clothes she could find and went down to the department store. She found that she was a modest 36C cup size, which she was thrilled to find. She now fit into a size 4, and she was able to wear a women’s size 7 shoe. She purchased 5 outfits, as well as several pairs of panties and bras. She also visited a beauty salon, where she had a manicure and pedicure, as well as having her hair styled.

Having gone back to her house to try on the outfits, Jessi felt a pang of desire- she wanted to find out the other feelings she could experience in her body. Slipping her now manicured hand down her panties, she rubbed her index and middle fingers against her very erect clitoris and sighed deeply. She leaned back on her bed, spreading her legs wide and twisting her fingers around her clit and pussy. Practically dripping with her own natural lubrication, she inserted one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into her cunt, moaning deeper with every thrust. After only a few minutes, she bucked her torso forward and yelled out in squeals of pure pleasure.

Lying back on the bed, she decided that this was not enough. She wanted to be fucked, and she would not stop until she had accomplished it.

Her atomic clock on the wall read 6:59 p.m., and so she picked out her most sensual outfit, a black sheer dress with inch heels and a black leather purse to match. She hopped in her Jetta- also a object of ridicule as a man- and zoomed off to the night club downtown.

The night club, appropriately named House of the Ebony Sky, was a hotspot for singles who wanted to dance and sweat and get hot with other attractive singles. Jessi was fully aware of this, and she knew that if she was going to get fucked tonight, it would start here.

She opened the doors to the club, and she saw a few heads turn. Her Italian and Spanish roots were still evident, and she was now so drop-dead gorgeous that Jesse himself would have been shaking in his boots. In her sexy attire, she knew that guys were already getting hard-ons, trying to shake them off in front of their girlfriends or crushes.

Her eye had already spotted the one she would fuck tonight; a man stood at the bar, sipping a gin and tonic and scoping out tonight’s digs. Little did he know that tonight’s digs were already scoping him out.

Tony, a middle class paralegal, was a booming success; his firm was putting him through law school, which he was excelling in and hoping to reach the top of his class. His efforts won him many friends in his office, but his gregariousness stopped there. He was a dismal failure with women, although, like Jesse, he had a classic beauty that most women admired, even though he was romantically inept.

Jessi strutted across the floor, and strutting is no exaggeration of terms; she had practiced what she thought of as her "I want you" walk and was milking it for all it was worth. Tongues were wagging and she shook her stunning body over to the bar next to Tony.

"Hi, I’m Jessi. What’s a cute guy like you doing over here alone at the bar?"

"Waiting for the right girl to break through my shell, I guess, Jessi. By the way, I’m Tony."

"Whatever your name, I don’t care, because you’re the sexiest man in this club."

"My, aren’t we forward? But please, no more flattery; I can’t stand the praise."

"You are quite the modest one, Tony. Care to dance with a lonely young lady?"

He smiled at her and said, "Only because you asked so nicely."

The pair took to the floor and danced like two lovers, intertwined and melded together like two forged pieces of metal. The heat rose as the two took over the floor, pushing all others out of their way, finally building until the entire club was clapping and yelling.

Finally, Tony realized what a scene they were making and pulled Jessi to the side.

Over the din of the party resuming, he yelled at her ear, "Do you want to go back to my place so we could maybe get better acquainted?"

She nodded furiously and grabbed her purse, practically pushing him out the door. They hopped in his BMW and zoomed off to his apartment downtown.

They reached the door, and as he fumbled for his keys, Jessi rubbed her hand across his chest. She felt his heart beating a mile a minute, and she knew that he was hers. She was going to get her fuck.

Tony finally unlocked the door and pushed it open furiously. He flipped on the light switch, and she saw his apartment, which was surprisingly similar to hers. She felt immediately comfortable, and she prodded him to sit on his spacious leather couch.

After getting positioned close together on the couch, Jessi kissed Tony’s cheek and moaned quietly in his ear, "When’s the last time a woman ever rubbed you all over your body?" He nervously whispered, "N-never," and she replied, "Tsk, tsk, you’ve been mistreated far too long."

She unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt- as an afterthought, she considered that Jesse owned a shirt like this- and massaged his chest gently. Tony exhaled deeply, and Jessi reached for his face with her other hand. She pulled him forcefully but gently to her waiting lips and kissed him deeply and passionately. He leaned into her kiss, finally sticking his warm tongue into her mouth, just as she had wanted him to do. He then reached over and grabbed her breast, kneading it and massaging it until he found her ever-sensitive nipple. Jessi squealed in delight, and as she threw her head back in ecstasy, he squeezed her tender aureole, sending sparks throughout her body.

While Tony was making his move on her, Jessi felt her desire building up. She didn’t know how much longer she would last before she threw herself on him.

Fortunately for her, it wasn’t long for Tony. He had been wanting to fuck her ever since she spoke a word to him. She was a gorgeous brunette, although her hair was so dark that it was practically black. Her figure was superb, and she was sexy as all hell; so what did she want with him? He didn’t even care to find out; he just wanted her now.

He broke the embrace abruptly, and in the most gallant way he could think of, he picked up Jessi into his arms and carried her swiftly to his bedroom. Jessi was amazed to see another sight- a four-post bed with canopy- but her thoughts quickly turned back to Tony. He had now unzipped the back of her sheer dress, and as she stood, the gown fell to the floor, exposing her large but still contained breasts, her delicate waist, and her gorgeous ivory legs.

Jessi then took to finishing unbuttoning Tony’s shirt and ripped it off him, revealing a chiseled chest and firm abs. Before she could lust much more, she bent down and thrust open his belt, then unzipped his pants, and finally pulled his trousers to the floor. The two were now down to underwear, and they resumed their embrace.

As they broke their kiss again, Tony grabbed the sides of Jessi’s face and asked, "Why are you doing this? You could have had anyone back there."

She met his stare and said, "You were the only one I wanted to make love to."

They kissed again passionately, with Tony fumbling to remove Jessi’s bra. After accomplishing his task, they simultaneously removed their last pieces of clothing, and now stripped down to the bare, they practically tackled each other to the bed and started caressing each other sensually.

After a few moments of discovering each other, Jessi pushed Tony onto the bed and said, "I want this to be more than just a fuck. I want to give you what you want."

She then took his erect penis- a humble seven inches- and shoved into her waiting mouth. He gasped in surprise, and she felt his cock surge with excitement. She sucked his phallus eagerly, licking and savoring the sweet taste of his rod. She sucked as hard as she could, feeling his hips thrust up into her tight little mouth. Finally, she felt what she had been so ready to enjoy; he started panting furiously and thrusting harder up into her. After a few seconds, she felt the sweet taste of his cum fill her mouth, and she sucked it all until he gasped and felt back on the bed. Having swallowed the better part of a cup of his semen, she started stroking his now withering penis until it resumed its hardness.

Feeling like she was ready to explode herself, Jessi repositioned herself until she felt his head rubbing against his clit. After waiting a few seconds in anticipation, she drove her pussy down on his rock hard cock, making sure not to let it all enter her. She knew that she would most likely still be a virgin after this transformation, and she wanted to make sure she enjoyed losing her virginity.

Tony, meanwhile, was about to die of pleasure. Jessi had planted herself on his cock, and she was riding gently up and down. He could feel the resistance of her hymen and almost couldn’t believe his luck- he was fucking a virgin! It was almost too good to be true.

Jessi felt the time come, and as she rode down on his cock, she drove down hard and felt her hymen rip inside of her. She screamed as she was swept with a wave of pain and pleasure mixed together, and as the wave passed, she drove down harder. She moaned and yelled, "Oh, Tony, I am so glad you have me first…oh, baby, fuck me hard, fuck me any way you want…"

Tony did his best to stay conscious as the beautiful vixen bucked on top of him. He didn’t want this fuck to end, but he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Finally, as he felt himself rising to orgasm, he yelled out, "Do you want my cum, Jessi?"

She screamed back, "Oh, yes, baby, give it all to me! I want your hot cum shooting all the way up inside of me!"

They both moaned as they felt the final throes of the orgasm coming on. Finally, Tony squirmed and thrust intensely as Jessi felt gallons of Tony’s hot cum filling her sweet pussy.

Tony’s thrusts subsided, and Jessi pulled off of his cock with some reluctance. Her virgin blood was running on his sheets, and his cock was crimson with its glow.

Tony broke her stare by pulling her head to his and greeting her with an intense, powerful kiss. They both collapsed into a deep sleep.

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Jessi woke up the next morning and did her best to clean up the mess. She knew that the sheets would have to be replaced, and she almost considered asking Tony if she could have them as a memento, but she decided against it, thinking that her memory would be enough to sustain her passions for a while.

But, if they didn’t, she certainly had some place to turn.

My Sexy Phantom

princess_airi on Supernatural Stories

It was early morning at NAFCO headquarters and everyone was at their stations. The smell of coffee and assorted teas tickled the nose of whoever entered the room. No one seemed happy about being back at their jobs. That is, no one except Rika and Jessie, two lovely women; I am about to tell you their story.

This is not a story about romance. It's not about some wild goose chase as someone tries to figure out what happened to someone who went missing or was murdered. It's just a story to fulfill your wildest sexual fantasies. I for one hope it does just that.

This is a story about two lovers, women, who take on a serious problem. Their co-worker, Dorian, is way too shy in their opinion. Will they bring him out of his shell, or

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will he surprise them both entirely?

Yours Truly,

 Airi

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The two women sat at desks that had been adjoined by request. They could not work alone, not these two. You could say they were like twins, functioning on the same molecular level as women who had been born in the same womb. But they were not like identical twins. Although, they did have a lot in common, there were also many differences that separated these two imps from each other.

Rika had always been the more plump and juicy of the two women. She had long red-brown hair that was silky and straight. Her breasts were full and round, nearly spilling out of their restraints. Her hips were curvy to the point that you might have thought they belonged on someone else. Her eyes seemed to go on forever, their many shades of green swirling around and around.

Always the more daring of the two; she wore bright colors, tight short skirts, and low dipping tops. There wasn't a day in the history of her life in which she hadn't been caught flirting with someone, it was expected of her. But no one dared call her a whore. She had her limits, and she never went to bed with anyone whom she hadn't known as a friend.

Now, Jessie,... Hmmm. You could say Jessie was the all around elegant type. Skinny as a rail, she had on numerous occasions been told she needed to eat something more and to gain weight. Yet she wasn't the skinny that people called anorexic. Jessie was the shorter of the two women at five feet and four inches. Her breasts were only the size of one's palm, perky and delicate. Her hair was the color of the sun, blonde with different shades of gold as it spiraled down in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes were a color that was always changing; from deep blue to the color of a cloudy sky, they never stayed the same shade of blue.

Jessie's preference in clothes was like her body, enchanting and elegant in every way. She wore deep, lush colors that skimmed her body like a silky blanket. Her tops were always the highest fashion, hinting at her cleavage but never giving full view; and her bottoms were always silky and black. Whether she wore a skirt, dress, or pants her clothes always went with her mood. Today, though, she wore a full skirted, halter dress with a slit to show off her lovely new stockings.

Rika and Jessie had always been best friends, since the age of five years old. They had been neighbors neither and had ever seen a single day without the other. They had planned on going to the exact same college and graduating with the same degree as the other. It hadn't been until their College days, however that they began experimenting on themselves. Now they worked as secretaries within the many walls of NAFCO. They absolutely loved their jobs, and even more, they loved what came after the busy work days when they got to go home for the night.

It was a quiet day at NAFCO head quarters in Los Angeles as Rika's eyes stared blankly at the computer screen in front of her. It was full of all of the previous court case files that had been finished. Only being half awake after last nights ventures, she deleted every last file.

"Bye-bye files!" She laughed almost hysterically. It was only when she began to really think that she stopped laughing and sat up in her chair. "Wait a second..." She paused. "Jessie!" cried Rika "I did something stupid!"

Jessie got up and rushed over to her friend's desk, only to shake her hips and bite down a laugh. "Oh that's no problem to retrieve." She quickly checked the recycle bin and got everything out. "Why didn't you take the ginseng? You silly girl!"

Rika shrugged her shoulders and sat up with composure. Ever since Jessie could remember, Rika had been a ditz. She had always wondered if the forces had accidentally switched up their hair color. Perhaps it wasn't the blonds who were ditzy by nature, though. Perhaps it was the nature of redheads. Who knew?

Their day went by just like any other, filling out case files and other kinds of paperwork, trying to calm down irate customers on the phone, and helping their boss figure out how to manage things without driving him crazy. In Jessie's opinion their boss was a perfectionist. If everything was not running smoothly, he had a panic attack over it. Hours later they were walking side by side down the main hallway, glad to be done for the day and looking forward to the evening ahead.

"So, did you give Dorian the instructions to our house and how he would have to 'ahem', take care of our pets?" asked Jessie, removing her keys from her purse.

Dorian was one of their co-workers whom Jessie and Rika thought needed some work in the love department. They were fond of him, in a friendly sort of way, and planned on getting him into action. They knew he had a crush on another woman, Cassy Delocroix. They discovered it when they both caught him in the bathroom one day, masturbating and moaning out her name.

"Mhmm!" Rika nodded excitedly." I asked him at lunch to do it for me and he blushed and said he would be happy to do it." The blonde smiled softly.

"What time did you tell him to be at our house?" Jessie asked her lover, and looked at the clock and then back to Rika.

Rika thought long and hard for a few moments, having to flip through a mind that was already set on sleep mode.

"I believe I told him to be there at around seven PM."

Rika yawned and took an energy drink out of their personal fridge when they walked by it, drinking it quickly. This triggered her sleepy mind.

"Oh god... it's six thirty-five!"

Jessie gasped before hurrying over to the main desk and getting both of their cards stamped, almost running out the door after.

"Rika, quit standing there and staring! We're making a run for it!"

Rika hastened to do Jessie's bidding the moment she reprimanded her, quickening her pace so she caught up with the blond as they ran for the car. Rika opened the door for both of them and got inside, clicking her seatbelt and straightening out her tight blouse.

"How do I look?" Jessie asked, posing for her best friend's scrutiny. God knew that Jessie was the best for seduction purposes, and tonight she had dressed accordingly.

Rika tilted her head, looking her up and down She made an adjustment to Jessie's silk halter, then smoothed out the hair that had gotten messed up from running. "Perfect!"

Rika crooned over her make up as Jessie drove like a maniac to get to their house. If someone ever said she didn't know how to control her car though, she would have had to point them to Rika. Lord only knew Rika couldn't tell the difference between slow and fast. It was always 'High Speed' for her.

Luckily, they arrived before Dorian even pulled in to the street that they lived on. Sneaking inside the house they only put on one lamp as they opened a curtain to stare out the window, watching for any signs of the man's car.

Rika giggled uncontrollably, "This is gonna be so much fun!" A hand quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry,..." she mumbled.

"It's fine." Jessie whispered as they both sat on the couch, the curtain still pulled slightly. Their gaze continued to look for the sign of bright headlights pulling into their driveway.

"Uhm... Jessie?" Rika looked at her lover, "What is he going to do when he sees the car?" All was silent for a few moments as Jessie slowly looked at Rika.

"You,..." Jessie said after a moment, grabbing the keys again.

"Just stay here and look cute. I'm going to go and park it next door at the apartments."

She snuck out the side door to go hide the car, leaving Rika to play with her hair as she waited for Jessie to come back.

Jessie didn't take very long to take care of business. She ran back into the house and shut the door, taking a seat beside Rika. The blonde wiped her forehead with relief.

"Okay," she said, sinking into the soft cushion of the couch. "Now, we wait." Their eyes focused upon the thin curtained windows, checking for absolutely any sign of high beams.

About five minutes after seven o clock their man arrived in the driveway pulling up and parking his car before slowly coming to the door. Both Rika and Jessie took to either side of the door; Jessie with the black silk head bag, and Rika with her real silver handcuffs as she struggled to contain her giggling.

Dorian's voice called from outside the door "Is anyone in there?" his voice a beautiful baritone as he slowly inched open the door from outside, taking one hesitant step onto the threshold, head peering through the crack.

"Get him!" Jessie called jumping to the door and throwing it open completely. Rika had already grasped hold of Dorian's hands and cuffed them behind him before Jessie placed the bag over his head, clasping the silver chain snug around his neck.

"Hey!" Dorian's yell was muffled by the silk as he flailed wildly, squirming and trying to get free. He knew they had gotten him, though, having swooped in when he had least expected them to do so. He was frightened and didn't know what to do. He had never had any woman trap him like this.

"To the laboratory!" Rika exclaimed getting popped in the back of the head, "Okay... the basement..." She helped Jessie push him down there, his hefty size making it somewhat difficult to maneuver.

The basement was a sexual torture chamber within what seemed to be the normal home of two best friends. There were shackles hanging from the wall, blood red candles on all of the walls just ready to be dumped onto soft nipples, leather whips, a small fridge with God knows what in it, and a section with nothing but strap-ons, dildos, and the occasional vibrator. Everything down there they had acquired over the many years since they graduated high school. The room, having a gothic feel to it, was definitely a nymphomaniac's dream.

"Where am I?" Dorian cried out, rather disoriented as the two girls got him hung up onto the wall. He looked like a fish on a hook, his feet dangling about a foot above the floor.

They laughed maniacally as Jessie ripped the head bag off of him. He couldn't believe his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light of the room. This was... It was amazing, yet terrifying. He couldn't believe his sweet co-workers had planned this all along. What did they have in store for him now?

"You're..." Rika was instantly cut off by Jessie before she could finish her sentence.

"You're in our sexual torture chamber!" exclaimed Jessie.

Dorian whimpered a bit, squirming. Did they plan on using him for their own naughty fantasy? He didn't know if he liked the thought or not. Right now his adrenaline rush was telling him to run for the hills. Unfortunately, he was tied up and at their mercy.

"But why did you bring me here?"

Rika watched as Jessie drew up a long leather whip, snapping it into his face but not close enough to hit the skin.

"So we can torment you out of that ridiculously shy demeanor." Jessie replied with a mischievous grin.

His face turned a hot red as she reached in to wrap her hand tightly around his neck, kissing him quickly but nonetheless, with finesse. He was breathless as he felt his cock stir with new excitement.

Rika grinned softly as she grabbed hold of the blonde's shoulder, tossing aside the whip and pulling her to their plush bed. The bed was as soft as a cloud it's sheets a candy red and it was piled with a ton of pillows. They tumbled to the bed in a pile of arms and legs, quickly beginning a fierce kiss that seemed to last for an eternity.

Dorian whined as he watched with round eyes. They surely looked like they were having a time of it, Jessie's hands on Rika's chest, and Rika's hands on Jessie's ass. He squirmed against the wall, his breath coming in little gasps of air.

He really was a beautiful man when it came down to it. Muscles rippled throughout his body, covered in his dress pants and white cuffed shirt, his tie loose; blonde highlighted, dirt brown hair, disoriented from his struggle, dusted his temples; blue-green eyes glittered in the light of the red candles.

"Mmmm," murmured Jessie as the kiss ended. She slowly unbuttoned each button on her lover's jacket, tossing it aside to work on the pink tank top next. Soon Rika's unbound breasts spilled freely and she took one into her mouth to suckle, fingering the other eagerly.

Rika moaned, watching as the blond made love to her chest, shoving her hands into the silky golden strands as she shuddered and arched her back.

Dorian gasped loudly, staring at Rika's voluptuous breasts and tightening pink nipples as he were mesmerized by them. He squirmed as his cock became erect and hard, jutting against his pants as if it demanded freedom.

Jessie brought their lips together again, only briefly though, as her tongue trailed down Rika's chin and neck to suckle gently on her breasts. After a moment or two, she stopped her attack on Rika's tits and moved back to pull down her short skirt.

"Ohhh, Rika,... you naughty girl. Did you forget to put on underwear again?" asked Jessie as she ran her fingers through the brown curls at the juncture of her lover's thighs.

Rika moaned out, arching her back as she felt the fingers run over her erect little nub. "Mmmm.. I was anticipating what we're... Ohh!" she paused and nearly jumped off the bed when Jessie pumped two fingers into her slick cunt. "What we're doing to Dorian." she panted.

Jessie smirked and took a glance at him before looking back down to Rika. "Well, right now I'm having my way with you, not Dorian." she purred.

Dorian was still trying to get free. More importantly, he wanted,... no, he needed, to get his cock free from his pants. He was deftly afraid he'd 'wet his panties', as the saying went. He hadn't even touched himself and he felt like he was nearly bursting with cum. The little imps were going to pay for this torture, he thought vaguely, still staring at them.

When Jessie stopped the teasing of her clit, Rika sat up slightly and stared at her friend. Jessie slowly removed her French, silk red halter topped dress over her head, slipping off her long black skirt. What she had on underneath was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Her hair cascaded in golden rays of silken curls, it fell down to the waist of her black and red silk corset. The corset was tummy-less, which revealed a lovely sculpted belly, a shiny silver tear drop hanging down in the ravine of her belly button. A matching garter belt hung low on her hips, helping her thigh high lacey stockings stay up on her legs. Her high heels also gave her the illusion of long legs.

Rika gasped eyes going wide before she grabbed her lover and pulled her down to the bed. "Don't you look sexy?"

"All for you and our guest," Jessie purred, winking over at Dorian before wrapping her legs about Rika and pulling her into a kiss.

He was close to bursting! Dorian's entire body grew hot with need as he stared at the hottie that was Jessie. Who knew that underneath, the elegant co-worker had the body of a temptress, especially with those stockings? He couldn't help it as his mouth hung open, his gaze stared at the stocking encased feet and then at her lovely corset. It was all he could do not to yell out in agony.

Rika took to fondling Jessie's nude pussy, her hand becoming soaked with feminine cum.

"You're so hot," she whispered, trailing her lips down her lover's neck and her collar bone. Her other hand went to the clasps at the back of Jessie's corset, unsnapping it and tossing the lovely bit of material carelessly onto the floor.

Rika gasped as the blonde's fingers went to her pussy, thrusting into her tight channel with relish and making her whimper and writhe above her arching back. She took to placing her hot mouth over the blonde's breast, sucking the entire thing into her mouth and tormenting it relentlessly as she rode onto the fingers inside of her.

Meanwhile, Dorian was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Mmm,...... Rika! You naughty little cum slut! You're so wet... so ready..." Jessie murmured against the auburn haired woman's skin, lapping at the pebbly nipples as her fingers explored the folds of sweet pussy, delving inside and caressing her thumb against the hard nub of a clit. She suddenly rolled Rika over so that her lover lay on her back before she got up off the bed and went to the wall of goodies.

Dorian watched as the half nude blond walked over to the wall of strap-ons and dildos, grabbing a large dildo that had a head on either end. He couldn't help it any more, he really couldn't. His hands kept fisting against the cuffs, and he almost choked on his words. He was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Ah, ah." Rika tisked at him, turning to look at him and lick her lips sensuously. "We're not finished playing! You'll get yours once we've had our fun!" she giggled and leaned back against the pile of pillows.

He whimpered helplessly as Jessie walked in front of him, tapping one end of the dildo in her hand. "Mmmm,..... Let us lovers play and we'll let you down when we deem it fitting," she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sauntering off towards the bed, hips swaying.

Jessie crawled onto the bed beside Rika, pulling her sideways so that her pussy was just in front of her face before placing the dildo beside them on the bed.

Dorian got a full share of Jessie's taut ass as she arched her back, kneeling between Rika's thighs, the material of her garter exposing glimpses here and there of how truly wet her little pussy was. He was out of it completely, writhing against the wall, nearly about to cream himself just from watching them. The blond lapped at Rika's pussy, making her moan and gasp with every thrust of her tongue inside the swollen lips. Jessie's ass swayed side to side in his view, tempting him to try and touch it, but he couldn't escape his prison.

Jessie suckled at the swollen nub, dipping her fingers into the tight channel and wiggling them around inside the auburn haired woman's pussy.

Rika gasped and writhed on the mattress, her breathing harsh and ragged as she felt her climax heighten. Rika's moans filled the air as soft fingers wriggled inside her. Her deep emerald eyes snapped shut, as her own finger tips rubbed softly against Jessie's slit, teasing it slowly. She pressed two digits in, moving them about as she whined and whimpered with pleasure.

Before Rika could cum, Jessie suddenly lifted her mouth from her feast and pulled Rika up higher on the bed. Grabbing the double ended dildo, she thrust one end of it into Rika's tight cunt, earning another moan for her actions. Jessie laid herself beneath Rika, sliding her pussy in between the auburn haired woman's legs before impaling herself onto the double ended dildo.

 

"Ohhh! This isn't very fair at all!" cried Dorian, drooling at their love play. Seeing their pussies pressed together made his cock jerk in excitement, and he lost all control. Before he could even think about it, he was hit by an orgasm. "Nnnh" he grunted, arching off the wall as a load of cum spilled free from the head, soaking his shaft and the material of his boxers. He closed his eyes, shuddering as he slumped against the wall.

Although he had come, he knew it wouldn't be enough. When he came, he didn't stop until every last drop of cum spilled free from his erection.

That would take forever!

"Ohhh..!" he opened his eyes as the women moaned in unison. Maybe they'd play long enough to get him to cum three or four more times? He could only hope. He bit his lip as he forced himself not to beg.

"Yes!" exclaimed Jessie, grasping hold of Rika's ankle and taking one foot to her mouth as she rode the dildo, the friction of their pussies rubbing heightening the pleasure.

Rika moaned as her lover licked and sucked at her toes, reaching down in between their pussies to finger Jessie's hard clit. She felt a shudder from the blond and grinned. "You love that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" replied Jessie, arching to shove against the fingers as she shifted to suckle at the other foot. "But you love this more." she moaned.

After a time of pumping, grinding, and moaning, Dorian finally heard the cries of the two women as they climaxed. Both women were coated in sweat and he wanted to have his way with them right now.

Dangling from the wall, he began to whine with each touch the girls made on one another. "Please let me down! I promise I will talk more to you!"

Jessie paused for a moment. "Why only with us? You should be open and talk to everyone....mm, especially that woman you are smitten with, Miss Delocroix," she purred, soon returning to pleasing her lover as well as teasing Dorian. Her teeth nipped at the hardened buds on Rika's chest as she removed the dildo from her dripping pussy.

The captive flushed with embarrassment by her comment; blinking and gaping, tried hard not to be disconcerted by their love play as he asked, his voice as dry as his mouth, "How... how did you know?"

Both girls stopped what they were doing, Rika giggling, and Jessie grinning wickedly. "Oh, we have our ways..... First is the fact that you blanch when you're near her, you stutter as you talk to her, you send her flowers with no names on their cards.... Mmm,...." she paused, daintily licking juice off her fingertips. "And you moan her name in the bathroom while you are doing other...... business," she purred as he flushed almost to an unnatural color.

Just thinking about his smitten joy, Maura, made his erection even worse, and he pulled on his restraints terribly, nearly sobbing as he pleaded "Pleeease..... Let me out...!"Jessie and Rika looked at each other for a moment and then back at him.

"Awww...! Just look at him straining in such horniness!" Rika laughed softly. "Should we finally show him just a tad bit of sympathy?" She whispered into Jessie's ear.

"Maybe..." Jessie paused for a moment, "Maybe when we're done." The other woman looked at her, "Okay, you can let him out..."

Rika giggled softly, going over and unlocking his shackles, allowing Dorian to fall to the ground.

"But, you aren't allowed to touch us until Rika says so." Jessie added just as Rika grinned.

A mischievous grin played across Jessie's face, knowing that it might take him a while longer to realize that she had just let him loose.

He whined once again, as the two continued their teasing passion play. Rika used a finger to beckon Dorian to them, just to prove her best friend's theory wrong. Blinking as he realized he had been let down, he walked over to the bed, mesmerized as a moth to a flame.

Jessie moved down Rika's body, kissing every inch of her stomach before finally finding the damp folds at her crotch. The blonde's tongue dashed out and Rika groaned, arching against her mouth and grasping her hair in her hands.

Dorian's erection strained against his pants as he stared, aching to feel himself buried inside one of the lesbian's pussies.

Rika gasped, giggling and moaning at the same time as she saw Dorian place his hands on her lover. Jessie jumped, lips glistening and eyes wide. She turned about and eyed him, raising a brow. "Didn't I say not to put your hands on us until Rika said you could?" she demanded, disappointed that her theory that he was a Submissive had been wrong. The red head stuck her tongue out at her, knowing she had won the bet.

"I don't take orders from anyone, Jess." he murmured deeply, picking her up and tossing her flat on the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so empowered and exhilarated.

Crawling onto the bed, he moved her thighs apart with his knees and didn't waste any time while ripping off his pants, shirt, and boxers. His sticky cum was all over his cock and dripping on the floor.

Rika's eyes widened "Oh wow, he's so strong!"

"Stronger than you'll ever be." he grunted, thrusting himself deep within Jessie's tight cunt, moaning at the hot, tight feel of pussy around his throbbing cock. He grabbed hold of Rika's hair and pulled her half on top of the blonde, spanking her ass as well. She wasted no time crawling up to her best friend to settle her own pussy at Jessie's mouth.

Jessie had no time to protest anything as she began to suck soundlessly at wet cunny juice, moaning and straining her hips towards Dorian's hard erection. Rika rocked back and forth on her lover's face, moaning and whimpering as she placed her hands upon Jessie's perky little breasts.

Dorian grunted deeply, not finding it all that difficult to find his own release, but not wanting to leave her out of her own. He placed his hand between their bodies, watching the redhead and her ecstatic face as her placed his thumb firmly onto a clit. He heard a moan, feeling the immediate twitch of the body beneath him.

Jessie grabbed hold of Rika's hips with her hands, wrapping her legs about Dorian's waist as she met his thrusts. God, he was huge. Even his balls were huge! She loved huge balls on a man, especially when they slapped against her ass. "Mmmm!" she murmured. It felt so good.

Rika moaned as she rode Jessie's face, watching with excitement as Dorian pumped her best friend. It wasn't very often Jessie allowed a man to enter their love fest, and she absolutely loved being a part of it, especially a man such as him with energy and stamina to spare. When she came not long after he grabbed her clit she came hard, breathing heavily as she fell beside them on the bed.

Feeling the blond begin to climax, Dorian moved his free hand to her side, pushing it beneath her ass to stick a long finger inside her tight asshole. He heard a short little squeak in response before the muscles calmed around his finger and he began feeling around inside her. He thrust again and again with both his finger and his erection, absolutely loving it all, succumbing to his own release only when the woman had finally calmed down.

Not long after, the three of them were lying in a twist of arms and legs on the bed. He could not believe how hard he had fallen, nor how good the falling had been.

Meanwhile, both of the women were surprised by the sudden change in Dorian. Their shy little wall flower was neither shy, nor submissive. He was quite the sexual god himself.

He, himself, was planning on fucking them both at least three more times before he said his goodbyes. Oh, what joy that was going to be! He grinned.

Grumblep on Supernatural Stories

Names have been changed.

THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL... i wish it wasn't :)

 

It was blistering hot outside, perhaps 88 degrees.  I live in Colorado, and you don't get to much higher then 70 degrees here.  I was outside with my best freind Jessi, a girl of course.  We were about 14 at the time, and she was definetly showing it.  She was about a C cup, not huge but definetly not small.  She had exquisite auburn hair and hazel eyes.  And come to think of it, she had one hell of an ass.  She was one of those girls you never though you could get.  Jessi and I were outside playing around with the hose.  I strarted spraying the slip-n-slide and made sure it go"lubricated" well enough.  The water running

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down it made me want to pee reaaaallllyyyy baaaaad. 

"Hey Jeeeeeessi?"

"Yea, what's up Mark?" she asked

"I reaaaaly need to pee, do you mind if you get the slip-n-side done?"

"Sure, no problem jeff!  Try not to take to long."

"Ill try."  And with that I ran off upstairs just to be greeted by my little dog.  She jumped up on me, nearly pushing me down the stairs.  I just hugged her, pushed her aside and ran to the bathroom.  Uhhhmmm.  And i peed. :D...  

I went out on the deck to see how she was doing, but when i looked down, i was shocked!!!  She was rubbing her breasts through her bikini.  She was moaning lightly saying "mmmmhmmm Mark... right there..."

I got an immediate hard on, and new i really shouldn't interupt her.  I went to the couch and turned on the T.V, but i couldn't get her out of my mind.  I knew i definetly couldn't go out there with a hard on, and swim trunks.  Since we were the only people home, i decided that maby if i took a load off then i would be better.  I could here Jessi moaning even louder outside now.  I whipped out my dick and started slowly pumping to the sound of her moaning.  I increased the speed just as she was, and it sounded like we climaxed at the same time.  Oh, how I wish time would just freeze so I could go fuck her.  The T.V. froze so i put my dick back in my shorts, which were slighty drenched now, and tried changing the channel.  The T.V. didnt seem to be working!!  I attempted to turn it off, switch off the batteries, bang it on the desk a few times, but nothing seemed to work.  I looked outside again, and i saw Jessi laying there, still.  I started freaking out that she dies and I ran outside to see if she was ok.  I made it down and she wasnt moving, not breathing.  Then I noticed something strange... Why was there a bird hovering right above that house?...  It seems my wish has came true...

 Part 1... More to come if there are comments.  Criticalization... or w/e is appreciated.

Tales from a Vampyr's Daughter

Nemus_of_Scienta87 on Supernatural Stories

       She felt her muscles bunch beneath her and felt herself on a hairline trigger, waiting for the perfect time to leap at the unsuspecting intruder. He shuffled, and she used the noise to cover her slow movement, shifting her weight so she could come down her heaviest on him. She smiled and felt herself leaping into the air, propelled by her gigantic calf muscles, time seemed to slow down and she felt herself sailing through the air towards the person below, suddenly she was on him, but there was something wrong, he had turned and grasped her by the fore arms, she felt his strength and realised too late, this wasn't a human.
        Using her body weight against her Eden threw the
assailant into the crypt wall opposite him, he then l

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eaped and landed with his legs straddling her body, sinking to his knees he had his teeth bared and ready to bite the figure lying under him, he felt puzzled as he heard giggling, he reached slowly to The long dark hair of his prey, pulling it back slowly he saw Erin’s familiar smile, he gasped when she poked her tongue out and giggled at Eden’s face. She had realised who she was up against as she had been thrown with such force into the wall. Eden took a second to fully work out what was going on, after he had gotten over the initial shock of seeing a familiar face he smiled at her,   

      “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing ?” he growled playfully.

    She smiled again, her fangs protruding because of her excited state.

     “Thought you was human” she stated trying to get her breath back.

    She saw his teeth were still elongated, meaning he was just as excited as she was, she smiled again and noticed for the first time, his hand was on her stomach, she felt a tingling where it was placed and looked into his eyes, now serious.
          Eden felt her shift under his weight and wondered if she was uncomfortable, he looked at her face, framed by a dark halo of hair, she was actually quite attractive, he thought, he looked into her eyes and saw the passion bubbling under the surface, and realised it was he who had awakened the strong feeling, he flushed red as he felt his manhood harden, caused by the intense lust filled stare of the woman under him. She smiled as she felt the tell tale sign of passion, sliding her hand slowly from the ground, afraid she might frighten him off, she found herself grasping the hardness, feeling a surge of heat between her legs she realised she was very turned on by his manly weight pressed against her body.
           He felt her hand grasping his manhood and gasped as she started slowly pulling on it, he felt himself lean forward and felt her hot tongue find its way into her mouth, they kissed passionately and fumbled with each others clothes until they was both naked and exploring each others bodies for the first time, she felt him enter her slowly, and marvelled at his size, he thrust into her depth and out again, while he kissed her breasts, she gasped as she felt herself reaching her peak,feeling him thrust into her one more time and feeling his passion rise to the peak. He exploded inside her, while she writhed in ecstasy underneath his crushing weight. She felt him relax and took the cue from him to do the same.

 
Ignoring a stone stabbing into her back she reached up and grasped his firm buttock, smiling she felt weariness take over and felt herself sinking into sleep, she was hardly aware of the shift of body weight, meaning Eden had just got up.
           He stood over her naked body and closed his eyes, what had he done ?, he picked his clothes up and quickly dressed, being silent, as not to awaken her. He looked at her again, seemingly glowing white in the stark moonlight graveyard, he sighed and walked away from her sleeping form.

Queen of darkness

cybermalik151 on Supernatural Stories

Bored at work, Kerry’s hand found its way to her pocket and the ring she’d bought at the mall. It was cute, and for a hardcore fantasy reader like herself, irresistible.
One ring to rule them all she thought. I wish I could just turn invisible and get out of here. There is nothing worse than people who don’t bother filling out the forms in the line while they wait. I always get the slow people and it totally ruin’s my throughput. No throughput means no performance bonuses.
Knowing full well that it would change nothing, she slipped the ring on.
And everything changed.
“Evil Goddess, huh?” said Kerry, looking at the reflection of herself in the plasti
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c barrier between her and the teller to the left. “Can’t be an Evil Goddess and look like this.”
She blinked and an ornate mirror appeared on the wall beside her. Ignoring her current customer, the stupid, slow bitch who was holding everyone up, Kerry pondered for a moment. Lank brown hair. No. Muddy eyes with no particular colour. Those will be soooo gone. Chunky body even after all he trips to the gym, you are voted off the island. Stubby legs? Don’t even waste my time.
“Teller,” whined the slow bitch, “I’m ready now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” replied Kerry, not even bothering to look. “You just had to get into the line right away and waste everybody’s time here, didn’t you? Well, you are going to have be much more accommodating of other people in the future.”
“Excuse me?”
Kerry took the time to glace at the woman, then decided to go for a full scale evil glare. “There are no excuses for people like you. Be grateful that I don’t just kill you where you stand.” She reached out and tore the withdrawal slip from the slowpoke. “$120? You’re wasting my time with this? The way you’re dressed, I figured . . . well, let’s fix that.”
Zash! The woman’s expensive ensemble got cheap, fast. Bright colors, too tight, too short, and too trashy—just perfect to stand out on a dark street, when you were standing out on a dark street. “Eew. That’s a better fit for the likes of you.”
“What?”
“Shut up.” The woman’s mouth kept moving, but no more annoying noises came out. She stopped and stared, stunned.
“As for the rest of you,” Kerry yelled, “Nothing strange happening over here. Go about your pathetic, miserable little lives. And make sure you’ve filled out all of the forms while waiting.
“OK. Now you look the part. I looked already so don’t you argue or protest. You haven’t done anything to deserve nice clothes like that. You’re already practically a prostitute, trading your looks for stuff like a rich husband. I mean I’ve worked. I have a job. I go to the gym. Who do you think you are? You want a hundred and twenty bucks? Go earn it!”
As the whorishly clad woman turned, robotically, to leave, Kerry said, “I don’t like your hair.”
Poof! Bleach blonde hair frizzed out of control. “And I like that even less. Have a nice day!”
It occurred to Kerry that the bitch might have problems negotiating any sort of payment for her services now that she couldn’t talk, but, Oh well.
“Back to me.” She fixed the next person in line with her band new dazzling ice blue stare. “I’ll be with you in a moment, sir. I’m sure you know how to amuse yourself in the meantime.”
Whether he waddled off in embarrassment over masturbating uncontrollably in public or because his dick stopped swelling and hardening at exactly Pi inches wasn’t information Kerry cared enough about to bother looking. She was busy with the mirror and adjusting her hair. The next person in line took the hint and waited.
With a completely unnecessary finger gesture, her brown hair darkened and dazzlingly blue eyes stared back at her as she tilted her head. With another gesture, the mirror showed her from the back. The midnight black sheet of hair ran down into a nice, cleanly cut arc, then it curled slightly into a thick, lustrous mane and climbed upwards her shoulders.
She tried a blonde Farah Fawcet cut next, but blonde looked best, in a short bob, piled atop her head, or running down to her ass.
“Blonde’s for extremists anyway,” she said, returning to absolute black falling in waves across her back. It went better with her eyes. “Not that I can’t change those whenever I want. I’ll have to fuck a few guys as a blonde to see if it really is any better.
“OK. Next, the boobs. Do I want supermodel breasts or porn star tits?” While deciding, Kerry served another client—after all, why not? It was mind-numbing work and gave her plenty of time to think. It was where she’d come up with most of the sexy stories she’d written but never gotten up the courage to post online. That changed tonight. Not that she was going to post the stories, hell no. She was going to start living them.
“What the fuck. I’m evil, right? Porn star all the way.”
“Uh. Excuse me?” asked the client.
“I could use a male opinion, and don’t lie because I’ll know and turn you into a eunuch,” Kerry replied. “Which is better? This . . ..”
Kerry’s chest slowly inflated , concealed behind her business suit. “Shit. You can’t see anything, can you?”
The bug-eyed guy nearly passed out as Kerry’s clothes vanished. Instinctively, she tensed her stomach muscles to better show off, but then realized she didn’t have to anymore. The fat she could never get rid of vanished completely.
She looked over at the mirror, then back at the guy—lets call him Rob because Kerry liked the name Rob and whatever his name really was, it didn’t matter anymore—and asked, “Too Twiggy?”
“Guh,” said Rob.
“Too Twiggy,” Kerry said, looking back at the mirror. Her waist stayed about the same, but her hips went whoomp out into hourglass territory. Not that her toy could see it.
“This is just stupid,” she sniffed and the counter dropped level with her fit, but soft, waist. “How does this look?”
“Good?” asked Rob confused as hell.
“But not good enough, huh? Supermodel is out.” Her breasts crept outwards again until, “37-23-36. Just like Marilyn. ’cept she was a blonde. C-Cups OK?”
“Uhm. . ..”
“No idea huh?” Kerry tilted her head and swept her lush hair off to the side as she put on a diamond encrusted necklace. She made a show of positioning the large gold ‘C’ between her breasts. “How’s that?”
“How are you doing this?”
“Can still think huh?” In time with the pulsing swell of flesh, the C morphed into a D. “OK, we’re hitting porn star range. Say when.
Slowly her breasts eased outwards, larger, rounder more impressive. The D split, then contracted onto itself forming an F. Kerry put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so that she had to look up to see Rob’s downward angled eyes.
“I know I’m the best thing you’ve seen in weeks, Rob—”
The girl at the next station looked over the barrier—easy to do now that it was down by her shoulder—and recoiled in shock. “Kerry, do you mind? Some of us are trying to work here?”
“Shut up Alyssa. You just wish you had tits like this.”
“Oh god, I wish I had tits like that,” moaned Alyssa.
“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected. “Why don’t you climb over the counter and help Rob out. He’s gotten awfully frustrated basking in my beauty, and I want an objective opinion of my loveliness.”
Her co-worker crawled up on the counter before any other notion entered her mind, but one on the counter, she stopped. “I don’t even know him.”
“Rob, Alyssa. Alyssa, Rob. Don’t worry Rob, she’s good at this stuff.”
Alyssa was about to shake her head and protest, but suddenly . . . “I am good at it! And I love it!” She practically began to scramble in her haste. “Oh, Ro-hob! Please, Rob, please let me suck on you. I need cock soooo bad!”
Not wanting to disrupt his view of the dark goddess, Alyssa crawled between his legs and, with a zipper destroying wrench, pulled his pants down to his knees.
“Oooooh YES! Oh-gulp-mmmmmmm!”
Rob’s eyes rolled up into his head as the teller went to work.
“Oh no you don’t!” Rob’s eyes swung down and focused on the G between Kerry’s breasts before widening their area of interest. “How are you doing down there, Aly?”
“I’mmmmmm Oh! I’m in fucking heaven! Slurp!”
“How is he?”
“Woooonderful.”
“How is he now?” asked Kerry.
“Aaack!” Alyssa choked as Rob’s dick swelled in her mouth, stopping only when it stretched her jaw and pushed her head back a half a foot.
“You watch those teeth now, girl!”
Alyssa said nothing coherent, but the look on Rob’s face spoke volumes as the girl between his legs carefully played with what little of his enhanced meat she could get in her mouth.
“Try tit-fucking him if you can’t get it all in.”
“But I can’t,” the girl wailed. “I wish I had tits like yours.”
“Wish granted,” said a cheery Kerry. “Stand up for a minute so we can both watch.”
Alyssa bounced to her feet reluctantly, her eyes never leaving the throbbing monster jutting out of Rob’s crotch.
Kerry followed her co-worker’s stare and her smile grew wider. “Oh yes. I’m going to try that one out later.”
Upon hearing that proclamation, Rob moaned and ejaculated, a disappointing affair resulting from too much jerking off over porn. Kerry didn’t want to have anything to do with that, so the orgasm went on and on, each blast of cum coming faster, thicker and harder than the one before it.
“Oh god,” moaned Alyssa, completely glassy eyes as white goo rained down on her. She was too far gone in her raging lust to even think of trying to catch it in her mouth before it slowed and stopped. “All that cum. I want it! I want it!”
“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected again. “You better get it right if you want tits like mine.”
“I do, goddess! You promised! I need tits! I need cum!”
“My precious! My precious!” mimicked Kerry. “Yes, I did promise, but I’m evil.”
And just then, an evil idea hit her. “Oh I’ve got beach balls, I’ve got beach balls,” sang Kerry as she decided to go for complete overkill and the boob grown accelerated dramatically, quickly burying the golden cupsize-ometer. “Either put that tongue back in your mouth and sing along, Rob, or find some other use for it.”
Rob leaned over the counter, beaver hunting, but couldn’t get past the boobs blocking his way. Instead he wrapped his tongue around one of the thumb sized nipples and began to suck. His fingers found the other and made Kerry shake with bliss.
“Alyssa,” she moaned. “Say hello to your new boobs!”
“Hell-ooooooohhhh!” moaned Alyssa, her back arching with pleasure. Her blouse leapt forward, filled to capacity, and the loud snap of her bra fracturing echoed through the bank.
“Yessssss!” the teller shrieked as the seams tore out of her shirt. Buttons snapped free, cracking gyprock walls with their impact, as her shirt flew open. Breasts billowed outwards and shot through the many stages of sporting goods before she fell over under the weight of her new endowments.
“Oohhh goddesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss!” screamed the girl, lying on her back with her legs kicking as she tried to thrust her hips an a fucking motion but slid in a mix of her own juices and the product of Rob’s earlier extreme orgasm. “Fuck! Fuck! Need cock!”
Kerry shivered and then yelped as a nipple-gasm ran through her. “Mmmmmmm. Thank you Rob. It seems that I overdid things a little, but you never did say ‘when.’”
“Nrr such thnnngg ass too bigmmm,” Rob told her tits, still groping and licking and sucking.
She reached over her immense boobs, put her hand on Rob’s head and pushed back. “So much for you being an objective viewer.”
“Uhm, when?” said Rob.
“Too late. Much too late for that and you’re lying. I told you not to lie, so now I’m not going to have sex with you. I’ll give some other guy a big dick and fuck him instead, and you won’t even get to watch! I suppose you can still have the titfuck though.”
She pushed him the rest of the way over. “Enjoy it,” she said as his huge cock got huger. Huge enough, in fact, to rest between his growing boobs.
“Now you, Alyssa, stop bothering me. I want to fix up my legs a little, maybe try wrapping them around some thick dicked stud, and serve a few more clients before my shift is over.
“Next please,” she said after whisking away the still-orgasming girl and the guy happily tit fucking himself. Where to? She didn’t really care.
Looking at the line, particularly the lady at the head of the line, Kerry amended her command. “No, not, you, you flat bitch. Here, have another cup on me.
“Make it a venti,” she added as the small-breasted lady’s shirt exploded and her breasts, jiggling with joy, bounced out, free of their long, cruel confinement. “You needed it.
“You,” Kerry shouted to one of the men staring at the woman trying desperately to cover her emphatically pronounced chest and wound up dropping to her knees, moaning, as she palmed her forever perky, always swollen and irresistibly sensitive new nipples. “The guy in the back with the hard hat. You got a big dick to go with those muscles? Never mind. I’ll take care of it. Get over here and forget about your wife. She can have you back when I’m done.”
She looked down at the boobs crushed by the sides of her station and resting heavily on the extremely low counter and said, “Uh, you don’t have a thing for really long legs do you?”
Picking herself up off of a bed filled with exhausted lovers hours later, Kerry looked at her long, lithe, and oh so fine legs—she’d fucked the construction worker for hours, and even included his wife in the orgy, in semi-evil gratitude for his good taste—in her mirror. After drinking them in, her gaze swept upwards over wide hips; slender waist; full chest, but not so full that she couldn’t move about gracefully; long neck, and a face pretty enough to make herself wet. She smiled and got wet. Light sparkled off the ‘G’ necklace as she turned.
Laughing at herself, she snapped her fingers and looked at the profile and back views in the mirror. Muscles looked good on her, in moderation, but she still hadn’t made up her mind about her hair. Right now it was long, dark, and wavy, but she’d had the best orgasms with short and blonde.
Go figure. she went ass-length blonde, switched the mirror back to the front view and slowly teased her always hungry clit.
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
Oh queen of the dark,
Thou art truly fair,
But Alyssa has tits to sate an army,
And more yet to spare.
“Yes, mirror, but she’s a bimbo. I’m a slut. An evil slut with unlimited power.”

a little later......

“You’re a size zero?” asked Kerry, Queen of the Dark, as she looked around at the girls getting ready to show off the spring fashion collection. “Serious?”
“Yes,” said the model, grinning a sparkly smile. Her blonde bob bounced as she nodded.
But it was the only thing that bounced, Kerry noted. Guess it wouldn’t be fair if she got everything. “I dunno. Size zero seems kind of dangerous, if you ask me.”
“I don’t remember asking you,” she said waspishly, Kerry’s out of place appearance in the changing area finally beginning to sink in. “Who are you, anyway? A reporter?”
“Bank teller,” said Kerry. She cupped her supernaturally perky breasts through her blue blazer and added, “I mean if I was size zero, these babies would break me in half.”
Behind the blonde, an equally waif-ish brunette let out a, “Whoa!” and fell over as her rapidly expanding breasts suddenly shifted her finely tuned center of mass forward.
“If you’re a bank teller then why are you here? Like, this is a fashion show. You’re pulling my leg, right?”
Kerry nattered on, ignoring the model and her counterpart, kicking and squealing as her immense breasts lifted the rest of her body clean off the ground. “I mean when I hear size zero I think something along the lines of . . .” The model vanished with a pop, her clothes dropping to the ground. “That.”
Staring right at the no longer visually representable model, Kerry pursed her lips and cocked her head slightly while examining her handiwork. “That is size zero. One dimensional—like your personality! Ooh. Nice dress.”
With no volume, no one could hear the model’s screams as Kerry’s business suit shimmered and was replaced with the blonde’s slinky blue. Loose on the model, it clung like a second skin to Kerry’s curves and stopped just low enough, and clung just tight enough, to leave the viewer wondering if she wore a very brief thong or nothing at all underneath. The top, designed for a slighter wearer, bulged obscenely as it struggled to contain enough to conceal a pair of straining nipples.
“Too slutty?” Kerry asked the brunette pressed up against the ceiling by her mounds of mammary excess. “Of course you can see right down into them from up there, can’t you? Mind if I borrow your heels? It’s not like you need them anymore.”

“Normally guys in the mall are in such a hurry that they just blow right past you,” Kerry told the young mother to her right as she strode through the mall with the entourage of men she’d picked up trailing behind her. “But all you really need for traffic control is a taut ass and a tight skirt.”
Pamela Troy couldn’t help but giggle at the statement because it was true; there were a lot of guys following the raven haired lady in the blue dress and, frankly, she couldn’t blame them. The woman making funny faces at Pam’s two-year-old daughter was movie star gorgeous and obviously not the slightest bit ashamed to show it off.
I sure wouldn’t be if I was built like that, she thought to herself, not knowing that someone else was peeking at those same thoughts. Peeking and smiling.
“That is a very cute girl,” said Kerry. “She’s going to be real trouble when she’s a teen. Real heart-breaker.”
“Thank you,” replied Pam, politely and honestly.
“Oh, don’t thank me. Helen here is going to run you off your feet, trying to keep up with all of her boyfriends.”
There’s something odd about that woman’s smile, like she knows something she isn’t telling. I wonder what.
Kerry knew several somethings she wasn’t telling, having just gifted the young child a future that contained lush, honey-blonde hair; perfect complexion and teeth; a full, firm rack; legs that went up forever; an ass that would stop hearts; and a burning desire to make full use of those features whenever possible with either available gender. In another thirteen-or-so years, no one was going to be able to say no to Helen Troy. Given what she’d likely be after, no one would want to.
And how did she know my daughter’s name? Pam wondered, though only for a moment. She stopped trying to puzzle it out when she realized that Kerry had walked away without her entourage of lusty men. All of those guys fighting to get closer must have given up and wandered off, Or gone chasing after someone else, but who?
Rounded, firm, and erotically muscled buttocks worked seductively beneath the overly tight skirt as Pam strode through the mall, pushing her baby carriage in front of her and oblivious to the horde of anally-fixated men following her. Her hips swung idly, but full of sexually exciting swagger, and her clit tingled, pleasantly stimulated by the exaggerated walk.
But that wasn’t the only thing turning the young mother on; the bulk of her attention focussed on getting home. She’d put Helen to sleep, start dinner, and then wait, naked from the waist down and spread across the dining room table, for Carl to get home and take her ass over and over making her scream in non-stop ecstasy until he couldn’t get it up any more. It was such a deliciously naughty new idea for her that she didn’t know if she could wait that long; already her panties and hose were getting mushy with anticipation. God help me if Carl finds out, but I don’t think I can make it that long without some kind of relief.
Her lush, honey-blonde hair lifted as she turned her head, distracted by a passing guy with what looked like a large bulge in his pants. The guy in question—lost to the sight of the long, thick nipples jutting from Pam’s full, firm rack—walked into a pillar and Pam’s perfect teeth flashed as she grimaced in reflected pain. Then she steered Helen’s stroller around a teenaged boy who’d stopped like a deer in headlights for some reason, noting his rampant erection as well, and made a long-legged dash for her car before she did something she knew she’d regret.
The crowd of lust-drunk men, and a couple of dazed-looking women, followed.

Kerry, on the other hand, had cruised up behind a pretty, late teens-early-twenties girl fitting shoes for the impatient brat kicking at the shop-girl’s hands.
“No!” the petulant twelve-year-old barked, trying to stomp the girl’s fingers. If not for his size, and her godly powers, Kerry would have sworn he was three.
“You realize if you sat still and let Mina get this over with, you’d be on your way to the toy store sooner, don’t you?”
“Mnyahhh,” said the brat, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face into a twisted monstrosity.
Kerry nodded. “I’m impressed. When I was your age, I couldn’t do nearly so good a job. But has anyone ever told you that if you keep making faces like that, you’ll get stuck that way?”
“Thhhbppppt,” said the kid, redoubling his efforts by pulling his eyes and lips into narrow slits with his fingers. The look on his warped face was priceless when his tongue wouldn’t retract all the way in.
The shopkeeper, Mina, fell back against Kerry’s legs as the kid started screaming.
“Maaaathm!” he yelled, tongue flopping around.
“Nathaniel!” yelled the mother, not looking away from the store’s collection of dress shoes.
“Are you going to behave now?” asked Kerry.
“Maaaaaaaa!”
“No new toys unless you . . .” the mother died out, finally looking at her son. Her eyes bugged out. “What on earth . . .!”
“I warned him,” said Kerry. “Your child is a brat, you know. And I’m evil, so I don’t have to put up with spoiled, screaming children anymore.”
The boy’s elongated tongued tied itself in a lip-trapping bow. “MmMmMmMm!” he pantomimed.
The mother’s eyes widened. “I have no idea what you think you are doing—”
“And I certainly don’t have to put up with you,” Kerry continued. “You’ve spoiled him rotten and given him no room to grow. Normally I’d approve whole-heartedly, but he was annoying me.
“Still, I suppose he does deserve a toy,” said Kerry as the boy’s mother began to shrink. “Since you turned him into a whiny little bitch, he should have a doll.”
The mother took on a rubber sheen as cardboard and plastic wrapped around her, leaving a, “Hopelessly Inept Mother Barbie” doll, complete with original packaging lying on the floor. The kid sniffled and picked it up, making a muffled bleat before tearing the wrapper open.
“Now you take your mommy home, dear,” Kerry told the boy as she untied his mouth. “And if you’re really good, maybe I’ll change you back some day.”
“That was amazing!” said the shopkeeper, staring as the child ran out into the mall, wailing and smacking his new doll into everything in sight. “Better than Copperfield! How’d you do that?”
“Oh that? That was child’s play. I’m an evil goddess with unlimited powers. I can do whatever I want.”
The girl blinked, then laughed. “If you’d show me how to do that, I wouldn’t have to work here anymore.”
“Why do you? This has got to be the most boring job in all the world. Right after being a bank teller, that is.”
“Well, I don’t really want to, but dad insists. Really, I’d rather work over there,” she said, pointing down the concourse to the glitzy outlet hosting the fashion show. One of store’s windows broke suddenly and clothing, mannequins, and customers spilled out, evicted by a spreading pink-ish mass.
“Shit,” said Kerry as the mess imploded back inwards and the panicked screaming stopped. “Forgot about her.” Turning back to the shopkeeper, the Queen of the Dark asked, “What’s wrong with that one over there?”
“Victoria’s Secret? My dad would freak! Besides he owns this place.” She pointed to the backwards writing on the window. “Murray Shoes.”
“That would make you Miss Murray then, I presume. Your first name wouldn’t be Anne, would it?”
“Anne Murray?” Miss Murray laughed. “No, I’m Min—”
“Ah!” Kerry cautioned. “Let me guess! Eddie Murray? No, he’s black.”
“Eddie Murphy!” Mina giggled.
“Whatever,” Kerry breathed. “You are right, though. We both are. You shouldn’t work here. This is much more fitting.”
As the goddess of evil spoke, the ambiance changed—darkening dramatically—and the two were surrounded by busty mannequins clad in little snippets of dark, gothic lace.
“Midnight,” read the store’s logos, subtitled by, “A time for the adventurous.”
Mina’s head snapped back and forth. “Oh wow. How are you doing this?”
“Hello?” said Kerry. “Weren’t you listening? I’m a goddess. I can do anything I want. Touch it. It’s not an illusion. Actually, just look at yourself.”
Mina spun around to face the direction Kerry gestured. Her hands flew to her clothing—what little there was—as she saw the reflection in the mirror. Fetish Goth came closest to describing the way the corset compressed her waist while propping up, but otherwise leaving the breasts abundantly available. Black lace shrouded her arms from her ghost-white fingers up to the middle of her upper arms and a similar, but whispier, translucent, design covered her legs. Heels emphasized those legs spectacularly by forcing a bow and elevating her at least five inches.
She was even cleanly shaved all over. Nothing marred the display of smooth, white skin.
“That’s probably how I should look, but I couldn’t get into the whole Goth thing. You, however, look nice as a sexy vampiress.”
“I—” Hair, as dark as that of the Goddess, bushed against the back of her knees as she turned back toward Kerry. It caught the light and glittered as though possessing the stars of a moonless night.
“Need bigger breasts, though. Vampires are always stone-cold foxes.”
“I— Omigod!” her hands shot up the instant the black lace began to push against her pale bosom.
“Goddess,” corrected Kerry. “For a girl your size and weight, I think C-cups would do nicely, so let’s start with Double D and work our way up from there, alright?”
“But I’m just a B . . ..” Her eyes drifted shut as her chest heaved, her hands overfilled, and her nipples popped out, the not-so-little dents in the black lace clearly visible between her spreading fingers. She squirmed, a little gasp of pleasure leaking out before, “How are you . . .?”
An exasperated sigh whistled out from between Kerry’s lips.
“You really are a goddess?” Mina felt her heart pumping, or rather her breasts throbbing and swelling with every beat. “This feels so . . .. Oooohhhh.” Her tongue slid across sharp, extended canines as it darted out to wet her blood-red lips.
“The one, the only, Goddess of evil and Queen of the Dark. How does it feel to be out from under your father’s thumb? You can be your own woman now. You have your own shop, you’re so hot that I’m getting wet, you have all these fun new urges to explore—”
“Mee . . .. My god!” shouted another voice.
“Goddess,” Kerry yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you people? Goddess! Two esses and two dees. Four if you count these.” Her breasts bounced dramatically on their own, the gem-encrusted medallion between them flashing in the dim light as it loudly proclaimed, “DD.”
“Rounding it off is an ee, a gee and an—”
“Ohhhhhh,” moaned Mina, fangs bared along with her pussy as she stroked her shockingly reddened clitoris. Against her pale, porcelain smooth skin, it practically glowed, drawing the eye in, deeper, deeeeeper . . .. Her hand circled softly, sloooooowleeyyy . . ..
“Good,” said Kerry. “You aren’t all complete morons.”
“What did you do to her,” demanded the newcomer, a plain looking, short woman around the former shoe sale’s lady’s age, after shaking her head to try to clear it of the seductive vision in front of her and failing utterly, rapidly falling under the control of the horny vampiress. Will faded, desire rose, blouse dropped from sleepy fingers to the floor. “What are you . . . do . . . ing?”
“Oh come on! With a name like Mina Murray, what the hell did you think I’d do? You on the other hand would make a fabulous Bride, Elsa.”
“Mmmmm? What’s happen— Whoa!” Elsa shot back awake as the world got smaller and white gauze wound it’s way up her arms as her dull brown hair lifted up and darkened to midnight black, except where it streaked white. In place of the proper Bride’s white gown was virtually nothing—virgin white garters, hose and a demi-bra containing breasts with sufficient forward projection to mark them as one of the greater works of the hand of man.
Or woman, in this case. Kerry looked, appraised, and then went for the gusto.
Elsa, for her part, stared at the mirror in awestruck wonder as her bra disappeared beneath breasts each larger than her head, but still paying no homage to gravity.
“What are you doing to usssss . . .” Elsa’s question died in a pleased hiss as white hands, surrounded by lacy black ruffles, tried to cup her enormous breasts and lips played at her neck. Sharp teeth toyed, but did not penetrate.
“Mina?” she gasped, her body heating like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her whole body felt like nothing she'd experienced before.
“So hungry,” the vampire moaned. “Need to feed.”
“Mina, she’s—” their eyes locked as Elsa turned, trying to spin her oh-so very tall body out of her co-worker’s grip. Mina’s once brown eyes now were dazzling, ruby red. A red that danced soothingly, calming, mesmerizing, once again sapping her will to resist. “Changed . . . us. We . . .. Mina. Ohhh . . .. Yeeesssss.”
“Feed meee,” sighed Mina. “Need you. Want you. Need your cum.”
The fiery eyes burned strange new hungers into Elsa right up until Mina looked down and began to feast—on Elsa’s tender nipples and then a little further south. Overwhelmed, Elsa could do little more than moan her approval.
“Mina?” she gasped as a tongue teased between her legs. “What . . . Minaaaah!” Electricity shot through her and she shuddered and began to gush as Mina nibbled at Elsa’s clitoris.
“Isn’t that so cute?” Kerry asked as the two monsters slid to the floor, the vampiress lapping thirstily at her tall friend’s dripping pussy. “I suppose I should go looking for a Jonathon Harker. And maybe a Karloff, just to match the set.”
Leaving the two, Kerry went off looking for a few suitable men. She meant to return quickly, but you know how things are when you are evil, have unlimited power, and have the attention span of a gnat.

“OK, so let me get this straight,” said Dan lazing about in the aftermath of the night of the living porn. “You are the embodiment of all that is evil.”
“Yup,” replied Kerry, feathering his sated and exhausted, soft cock with light kisses and licks and letting her long, black hair play teasingly over his hips as she moved.
“So why pick me up? Is this part of some divine evil scheme to rule the Earth?”
“No,” said Kerry, incredulously. “You’re not that important. Besides, why would I want to rule the earth? You believe me, don’t you? You aren’t just humouring me because I’m beautiful, are you?”
“What? No! I’m too busy basking in the afterglow of the most incredible night of my life to even think of being sarcastic. I had no idea girls could do some of that stuff. That thing you did with your ass . . . fuh-huh-huck.”
“I’m not most girls. I’m not like any girl you’ve met before. For one thing, I’m evil, but you knew that already.”
“I don’t think you’re evil. Maybe a little slutty, but it’s worth it! Holy shit, was it! I’ve never cum like that in my life and when you did that trick that—I can’t believe I got it up again. Man, if that’s evil, I’m all for it! But look at it this way: If you’re devoted to spreading evil, why are you grabbing strangers in bars and not out torturing people or starting wars or something like that?”
“You’ve got evil mixed up with pain. I happen to like pleasure a hell of a lot more than I do pain, otherwise tonight would have been a lot different, for you anyway. I’d get what I want either way.”
“I sure know I got what I wanted,” replied Dan, meaning every last bit of it. “And a few things I’d never even thought of! You’ve got some sort of plan, though, right? If you’re evil, you’ve got to have a plan.”
“Of course! ‘The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing,’” she quoted. “Attributed to Edmund Burke, but there is no proof that he ever said or wrote it. Anyway, who came up with it doesn’t matter. As near as I can tell, it’s true.”
“So?”
“So that’s my plan. I plan to sit back and do nothing. I do nothing, good men do nothing to counter me, and I win by default.”
Dan blinked, then twitched as Kerry nibbled softly on the end of his cock. “Yeee-ah. I don’t quite think it works that way.”
“What do you care?” she said, following with a lick that set his body to shaking again even though he couldn’t get it up. “You’ve got the Queen of Darkness playing with your dick.”
“My worn out dick. My god, the things you did! I’ve never—”
“My goddess,” she said darkly. “Don’t make me destroy you.”
Dan laughed. Kerry frowned.
“I knew you were just humouring me. For one such as I, your mind is an open book.”
Now Dan decided to humour her. “Then why did you ask?”
“Sometimes I like to be lied to. It’s a woman thing. Don’t waste your time telling me that last night was the best night of your life. I know I blew your mind at least a dozen times—it’s had for a guy to fake an orgasm—but when I picked you up in the bar last night I thought to myself, ‘There’s a guy who can tell me fantastic lies. He better or I’ll go to bed with someone else.’
“I mean really. You told me you were single, but Mina’s just a fiancée so that’s a small lie. So small that I don’t care. Your intended won’t put out before she goes up the isle, so I guess a little fooling around on the side’s justified. Who’m I to judge? I’m pure evil, and I’ve spent the last couple days doing whatever I wanted. If I wanted you to fool around on her, you would, plain and simple. There’s nothing you can do to stop me any time I want your cock.”
Kerry smirked at the way Dan’s eyes widened. “How’d you know about Mina? Who are you? Some kind of private eye? Her dad sic you on me?”
“No! That would be booo-ring. Or maybe not. Be fun to lie and totally screw up some marriages. Mind you, anyone who’s hiring a private dick to keep an eye on their spouse has serious relationship issues already. It’d probably be eviler to leave the marriage intact and let it self destruct the fun way.
“Private dick . . .” she mused. “You know, I promised to do a massive dick a while back and I still haven’t gotten around to that.”
“What, I’m not big enough for you?”
“Well you’re not exactly small, but the guy I was thinking of’s got you beat.”
“Nine incher?”
“Bit over a foot, actually.”
Dan choked. “Right. A slender girl like you can take that?”
“I can do anything. I’m a goddess. If I really wanted to, I could coax another few rounds out of you, and give you a dick that would really scare the ladies, but I don’t know what that would do to you. You’re dangerously close to dehydration already.” She shrugged. “Not that I care.”
“Oh, no way. No way I could get it up again after that last . . .”
“Says you, mortal,” Kerry mumbled, running a crimson fingernail up his swelling shaft.
“Holy Shit!” blurted Dan as he shot from noodle consistency to iron stiffness in mere seconds. Kerry’s lazy finger kept drifting along, always just beneath the head of his cock.
“Holeeey shiiiit,” Dan repeated as his cock throbbed, each pulse more pleasurable than the last, each surge of blood pumping into a noticeably larger, thicker erection. He shuddered and his hips lifted off the bed as he arched, finally pulling away from Kerry’s playing hand.
“Ooooh Gaaaawd!” he moaned as his whole body seemed to contract.
“Goddess,” corrected Kerry. “You’re not stupid or something, are you?”
“Aaahh! Aaaah fuuuhhhhck!” His balls exploded. The first convulsion almost hurt, it felt so good. The cum erupted so hard that it must have dented the wall. The second shot fell short, dropping what felt like a cup of goo on his head. After that he tried to keep his mouth shut, but it wasn’t easy as his body did its absolute best to snap itself in two with uncontrollable thrusting motions. He couldn’t stop his howls of pleasure any more than he could stop breathing, until he finally collapsed onto his back, unconscious.
“I just love a screamer,” Kerry quipped, mounting him. She didn’t take him inside of her; instead she slid herself along his shaft, leaned forward and woke him with a kiss.
“What do you think?” she asked, her pussy spread open by his engorged Corpus Cavernosum Urethæ as she slowly ground back and forth along his still tumescent rod like it was a railroad track. “Mina will like?”
Reality returned slowly, then it hit him like an express train. She wasn’t moving excruciatingly slowly, merely slowly. He looked down at the head of his cock tickling his sternum. The one-eyed monster stared back, challenging him to deny its will.
In a daze, he scraped cum off his face.
“What’s your fiancée going to think come wedding night when you whip this out and surprise her?”
“Holy shit!”
“What is it with you and sanctified feces? Why not ‘Thank you, Kerry! I can’t wait to split Mina in two with this juggernaut!’”
“How’d . . .?”
Kerry wilted. “You are stupid! What part of ‘Goddess’ don’t you understand?”
“I—”
“Fuck it,” she said, rising up off of him. “You blew it. Three strikes, you’re out. I’m going to find some other guy, give him a huge cock, and fuck him until he can’t think straight enough to question me no matter what I do.”
She snapped her fingers and the night’s accumulated sweat, sexual juices, and other unappealing side effects of carnal activity vanished from her body. Then she began to pull her dress on the human way, making sure Dan got a really good look. His dick began to pulse again, seeking yet more satisfaction.
Dan gestured at the hungry, two-foot-long, five-inch-thick hunk of throbbing meat. “What about—?”
“By the way,” she said, cutting him off, “your fiancée, the virgin princess? Met her in the mall yesterday afternoon. She looked so hot that I just had to do her—and I figured I’d let some of her friends tag along because diversity’s the spice of life, you know?
“Anyway, while you were cheating on her last night with me, she totally fucked your sister and your sister’s best friend and the best friend’s boyfriend, a couple other guys they met at a party, and right now she’s lying in bed with three fingers in her wet cunt wishing she’d done it all earlier. Say hi to Elsa for me when you see her. Toodles.”
And with that Kerry faded away, leaving Dan with enormous blue balls, and the hotel and room service bills.

“Hey. What’s going on,” Kerry asked one of the people choking the sidewalk as she made her way to work to formally resign her position—and fuck the security guard. She’d always wanted to do that.
“Protest,” a middle aged man answered without looking. “Sounds like you can download movies to watch on cell phones and some of the offerings are ….”
“Risqué?” supplied Kerry, her voice dripping sex. “What about those kids? Shouldn’t they be in school?”
“Good question,” another nameless office worker replied, first glancing and then looking Kerry up and down. Kerry, dressed for the her bank teller’s job in a hip-hugging, but respectable, blue skirt, tasteful white blouse and understated makeup fit in with the business-like nature of the gatherers, but she was still the sort of busty, model-gorgeous babe that inspired “risqué” dreams in most men.
“I, uh,” he continued once he’d finished his first visual pass over sex wrapped in office attire and struggled to keep from showing that his penis had begun erecting a temple in Kerry’s honor in an uncomfortable direction. “I guess their parents decided they’d learn more here.”
“Ohhhh. They will. Trust me!” Kerry gestured and handed over a conjured business card. “I like the look in your eyes. Call me later. We’ll do breakfast.”
The charge he got off of the light brush of physical contact with the goddess as he took the card should have finished the construction work in his pants, judging by the spasms and the sticky trickle running down his left leg, but it didn’t. Kevin wound up limping the rest of the way to work to conceal the aching, throbbing bulge that just wouldn’t relax, lie down, or go away. Instead it pressed against the pant leg, full, and firm, and trying to stand proud and tall in defiance of the binding fabric.
“Bruised knee?” laughed Nancy from accounting when she look a look at him staggering to his cubical. “I don’t think so.”
She sniffed derisively. Then she looked serious for a moment and shuddered. “In fact ….”
“Uh!” sprang unwanted from Kevin’s mouth as his co-worker’s hand slid down the hair-trigger cum-cannon.
“In fact, I think I ought to give you a hand.” She dropped to her knees and undid his belt at the same time, moving at a frantic pace as she ripped his pants open and down. “That looks pai—”
Clear of the constricting pants, his cock rocketed up into its long-denied position, but rather than pointing almost straight up, it hit the bottom of Nancy’s chin with sufficient force to clack her teeth together before sliding around and up her face, leaving a trail of pre and post cum, finally stopping at half mast, too long and heavy to go any further.
Kevin looked down. “God damn!” he said in a daze. “No wonder it hurt so bad.”
He didn’t want to hazard a guess at the proportions of the long, thick pole jutting from between his legs, but that didn’t stop Nancy.
“Its gotta be seven or eight inches around,” she gasped. Her hands shot up and seized the pulsing erection in a death grip. “And at least a foot long. Is this for me?”
Not waiting for an answer, the tip vanished into her mouth. Trying to drive him in deeper, Nancy pushed Kevin up against the wall and twisted her head around and around.
After that it was pretty much a standard porno—until a stream of pressurized cum shout out of her mouth. Semen dribbled down her chin and she shook and came from the intense ambrosia flavor. Some of it even dropped through the neckline of her blouse onto her breasts.
She twitched. She moaned. She tried screaming around a mouth full of cock and cum, and her top exploded—spilling gargantuan, and still growing, breasts—just in time for the office manager to come around the corner.

But enough of that. Let’s go back half an hour to Kerry haranguing a crowd of prudish protestors.
“Hello?” Kerry shouted, her voice carrying supernaturally well, as she shoved her way into the crowd. “What are you people freaking out for, anyway? If you don’t want to the stuff on your phone, don’t order it! I mean, really!
“Porn is so fake that I can’t imagine why you are wasting your time protesting it—especially on telephones. The screen is so tiny.” Kerry held up her cell for all to see. “You can barely see the tits jiggling, and look at the guy. He looks so small. His cock looks microscopic. I could never get off on that. An ant couldn’t get off on that.”
That drew a few chuckles, but fanatics are hardly known for their senses of humour so the joke slid right past as the protesters focussed on her wording choice.
“Excuse me!” whined one, a lumbering sack of lard masquerading as a woman, pointing at a trio of young teens. “There are children present.”
“Right. Miss, believe—”
“Missus!”
Kerry blinked and took a closer look at the morbidly obese woman. “Holeeey shit. Someone was dumb enough to marry you? Anyway, believe me, they’ve heard worse on the playground at school.”
The fat lady stood there dumbfounded, too shocked at Kerry to even be angry, so Kerry continued.
“If they haven’t, then they probably should have. The last thing the world needs is more people growing up totally confused about sex and sexuality. Let it all out. If it feels good, do it.”
“You ….”
“I think you should apologize to Mrs. Blake,” said another protester.
“You …” stammered Mrs. Blake.
Protester two continued, not expecting or waiting for any sort of apology. “The point is not the size of the image, but the availability and the fact that we, the public, are being forced to fund the distribution of licentious materials.”
“Licentious?” said Kerry. “Are you kidding? Hello! Any kid with the internet can find stuff that’s ten times as fun—and in hi-def!”
“Not in my house they can’t!” insisted Mrs. Blake.
“Hey, that’s your choice. But here on the streets, it’s their choice.” Kerry turned to one of the teens. “What about you? You take after your dad, I see. You should nightly thank whatever god you believe in that you look nothing like your mother.”
“Uhm,” said the boy, staring at Kerry’s breasts.
She stretched to give him a better look and asked, “Ever gone looking for pictures of naked women on the internet?”
“Yes,” the boy said then stiffened, horrified at what had come out of his mouth. Regardless, he kept speaking. “Lots of times.”
“Even at home?”
“Yes,” he said, muffled only slightly by the hands covering his face.
“And you masturbate over it when no one’s around to see you?”
“Yes,” he squeaked.
“How about your sister’s friend there? Ever masturbate over her?”
“Yes!” said the blood-red teen, trying vainly to hold his mouth shut. “No! Sometimes.” He gave up and jammed his fingers into his mouth.
“I bet she likes that news. Well, just between you and me … she masturbates dreaming about you all the time.”
“What?” yelped the brunette in question. “I do n—”
“Stop right there, missy,” commanded Kerry. “Honesty’s the best policy.”
“I—I—I do,” she proclaimed, hanging her head with shame.
“Then I now pronounce you man and wife,” responded Kerry. “You may kiss the bride.”
The teenaged girl looked up, stunned, through the white veil. Then her crush lifted it, took her into a deep embrace, and delivered a kiss that lived up to all of her frenzied, late night dreams. Her arms wrapped around his neck and the fabulous diamond engagement ring glittered in the sunlight along with the ornate platinum wedding band.
“OK. That’s enough you two,” commanded Kerry as the kissing and grinding began to get out of hand and the lovebirds looked like they were about to strip and get started creating the next generation on the sidewalk. “If these folk don’t like adults screwing in public, the last thing they need to see is a pair of kids showing them what they’re doing wrong in the bedroom. Save it for later.”
The two reluctantly parted, the girl’s eyes shimmering just like her rings. The boy just looked dazed as the onlookers, protesters and passers-by clapped.
“And a special gift to make wedding night all the more entertaining,” Kerry snapped her fingers and the crotch of the boy’s tuxedo bulged dramatically.
“Two brides in two days,” Kerry quipped, as the girl’s jaw dropped. “Get your eyes back in their sockets, kid. You ain’t seen nothing yet. That’s not even hard! But we know what he likes, so let’s take care of those wandering, porn-surfing eyes right now.”
“Yeep!” said the bride as warmth suffused her chest. The lacy, low cut gown tightened in back and parted up front as her body, or part of it anyway, seemed to finish developing over the course of a few seconds. She stood there, her perky new chest well emphasized by both the tightness, cut, and style of her wedding gown. Looking at the subject of her teeny-bopper crush, she grinned and posed, making her substantial rack stick out all the more.
“Wow,” the boy said, going all googly-eyed.
“Too flat,” proclaimed the Queen of the Dark after a moment’s inspection.
“Huh? Oh! Yeeee-ahhh!” the girl shrieked, her back arching and pointing her swelling boobs almost skyward as the gown’s top split wide open, tearing strategically to show vast amounts of heaving mammaries but still covering the all-important nipples. The now head-sized boobs bounced as she straightened again, her top looking more like a lace string bikini than anything else. The mostly bare torso clashed with the long, flowing white dress, but the bride didn’t mind. She couldn’t stop smiling.
Her new husband’s zipper burst, showing off the outline of a majestic rampant erection throbbing through a cartoonishly stretched pair of red underwear. Now it was his wife’s turn to stare like an idiot. Like opposing magnets, they snapped together moaning and groaning as they felt each other up.
“Ohhhhhhh!” cooed Kerry, wedging herself in between them when the groom lifted one of the bride’s enormous breasts to his lips and began to lick her teeny-tiny top out of the way on his quest for erect nipple. “They look so in love!”
Holding the two apart, she turned to address the protesters. “How’s that?” asked Kerry. “No nudity whatsoever, and definitely not porn, but still highly suggestive. Do you want to ban that as well? Think about it later. Now you all better head off to the reception.”
The crowd began to scatter, looking for their cars, and the evil goddess walked between the newlyweds and whispered, “Listen, darlings, when you two come of age, ring me up and I’ll show you a few tricks. Oh, and Junior? Your mom needs to lose some weight. Her condition’s just not healthy.”

As the protesters-come-partiers followed the happy new couple off to a waiting limo, Kerry dropped her hand on the shoulder of one of the former protesters.
“You there, blondie, you’ve got a masters degree in psychology. You’ve got better sense than this. Come on. Walk with me for a while so we can talk.”
The blonde shook her head as though waking from a dream. She blinked a few times, and then squeaked, “What?” as her denim-covered legs started moving on, her sandals flapping softly as she followed Kerry past store after store along the strip mall.
“What happened back there? I can’t believe ….”
“You can,” countered Kerry, “but you just don’t want to believe. Well, you better start because I’m an evil goddess.”
“You changed them. There wasn’t a wedding. They …. You …. How? They’re just kids. They can’t … they haven’t even graduated from high school yet. She’ll get pregnant!”
“What part of evil didn’t you understand?” asked Kerry, sarcastically. “Didn’t you see how big I made that kid’s dick? How about how small she is? It’ll never fit.” Fit dragged out into a chirping sing-song.
“What?”
“I just sewed some serious sexual frustration for those two.”
Recently applied pink gloss glittered on her pursed lips, then the confused woman said, “That’s ….”
Kerry grinned. “Evil. I know. It’s what I do. Christy …. I can call you Christy, can’t I? I’ve got this really bad feeling that you are anti-sex because you’ve just never gotten it done right, so I’m going to do you a favor.”
“Please! What’s going on? How do you know my name?”
“It’s easy. I read your mind.”
“What?” She blinked, showing off a sensual light dusting of eye shadow. “How?”
“Come on! You’re supposed to be smart! Repeat after me: Kerry is an evil Goddess!”
“Kerry is an evil Goddess,” Christy droned. Then her hand shot to her mouth with a clap.
“Got it now? Reading minds is nothing compared to what I can do when I go all out, but don’t worry. I’m here to help. You remind me of me before I found myself.”
Christy’s eyes said “Oh shit. She’s nuts,” but her lips said, “Please let me go! I just wanted to buy a new phone. I wasn’t with them! I wasn’t!”
“Calm down. Jeeze. You went for a phone, but you hung around because …?”
“Because they’re right,” Christy felt her mouth blurt. Was this how that boy and his … wife felt? She knew she didn’t want to follow the lunatic-goddess wannabe, but she was. Why? To see what would happen? Christy tried to stop, but just stumbled over in her super tall, clear plastic heels. Thank god they were boots or she probably would have stepped right out of them. “Porn objectifies women,” she expanded when she managed to right herself again.
“So? Objectify men back! Turn them into drooling slobs. Use your looks to get them to do things for you, buy things for you … live for you. It’s easy. I mean most guys are totally stupid when you shove a pair of boobs it their face, or shake the contents of those cute little blue jean cut-offs you’ve got on, so here’s what you do: You look around, play around, and fool around until you find a guy with a brain who can almost control himself when you come onto him. Then you take over his life and turn him into a sex addicted him-phomaniac, but you don’t screw him up so bad that he can’t work. You do that and you wind up having to pay for everything.”
“That’s horrible!” blurted Christy, flushed and oblivious to the way her nipples dented out her blouse as though the warm spring weather was very cold. “What about love?”
“What about it?” asked Kerry. “Look back on your life/You know something here just ain’t right.”
“Huh?” Christy shook her head, confused, dizzy and looking a little distracted as nipples poked out further, propelled by a pair of rising, rounding, and enlarging breasts.
“Oh come on! You do not want to make me feel old. Believe me, it’s not a good idea. What I mean is stop looking so hard and just experiment. You’ll never figure out what you want unless you try a few things.
“OK, so the first step in turning a guy into a sex slave is being hot, knowing that you’re hot, and making damn sure the guy knows you’re hot.” Kerry adjusted her top to display more cleavage and winked at a passing guy. “And that means objectifying yourself a little. Sure, you can snag some guys just by being smart, but really what they want at the first glance is a tight little package that looks warm and friendly in bed. Once you’ve got his balls, then you dazzle him with your mind. Show him how creative you can be in bed and he’s yours forever. Use that pussy power and he won’t care that you earn twice what he does.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re gorgeous.”
“Of course I am. I’m a goddess. We don’t do ugly.”
Kerry’s victim twitched and tugged on her blouse, unconsciously seeking relief from the senses-stealing tingling of her abnormally large and aroused nipples. “You’re delusional!”
For her part, Kerry was amazed that her toy was holding out so well. Elsa had been between her legs, shamelessly licking Kerry out while taking some customer up the ass by this point. But then, what I did to her wasn’t very subtle. As much as I like the shorts, I think she’d look better in a denim micro skirt.
And so it was, Christy’s long slender legs strode along in her high heeled thigh high boots, her rounded ass waving back and forth seductively. Kerry shrunk the skirt a bit, then just a little more so that Christy had both tops and bottoms of the bouncy-yet-firm cheeks and just a shadowy hint of thong-covered cleft on display.
Another passer-by nearly walked into a lamp post, stepping around the two women without taking his eyes off of them.
Christy looked like she was about to stop and apologize, but Kerry blew him a kiss and he wandered off in a daze as Christy’s phantom lips teased him into and left him in a state of sexual hunger his wife never forgot.
“That’s just your education talking,” said Kerry, picking up where she’d left off. “People who talk to God are crazy, right? I agree, but then I’m not God, and you are talking to me. So if you’ve got a master’s degree, why are you a hair dresser? I mean that’s really crazy.”
Breathing heavily and licking the strange, but lovely, flavour of pre-cum off her lips, Christy groaned. Her heart raced and her body felt funny all over. The tightness of her shirt made swallowing air even harder, so she undid the top few buttons and said, “I’m good at it, and it’s just a stop-over while I find something better.”
“Are you looking?”
“Yes!”
Kerry raised an eyebrow and Christy shifted uncomfortably—until the rubbing of her open shirt on her heaving breasts caused her eyes to light up like blue Christmas lights.
“Sort of,” she sighed as her left hand cupped a boob and began to thumb the half inch long pleasure button jutting out over the top of her demi-bra. She pinched, shook, squealed in pleasure and finally caught sight of herself reflected in a poster-filled window outside the theatre as her head began to twist.
She paused for a moment, staring before she moaned, “How are you doing this?” All around her was bright light. It was much too hot, and she was practically naked, thanks to the crazy woman tormenting her. Practically? She held her blouse in one hand while she felt up a naked—and huge—breast with the other.
“I told you already,” said Kerry, Queen of the Dark. “I’m an evil Goddess. This is just … what I do. Everybody’s got to have a hobby. Really, I was just on my way to quit my job at the bank, fuck the security guard, and then take off to watch a movie. We’re here now, but it doesn’t look like anything worth seeing is playing. And this is much more fun, don’t you think?”
“Gnnngh-huh!” replied Christy, fighting for air. Her bra was too tight, even with the boobs swelling up and out of them, her heart pounded, and her wild pants and gasps just couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. Mustering all her will, she forced her hands away from their intimate exploration and slowly, carefully gulped down a mouthful of air.
Then Kerry blew on one of Christy’s breasts and rolled her tongue around the hyper-excited nipple. The sensation fired the blonde’s entire body. Her hips thrust in mimicry of copulation, strangulated cries burst from her lips, and Christy found herself pushing her body into the self-proclaimed goddess and begging for another caress.
“That’s what I thought,” cooed Kerry, dropping the heavy boob and watching it bounce cutely. “I’ve got an idea …. There’s nothing worth watching on, so how about we make something?”
Christy gurgled her response as Kerry grabbed her arm and pulled her into the lobby.
“First we need a writer, so how about that guy over there?” She pointed at one of the theatre-goers who’d stopped to watch the incredible display of an otherwise normal—but hot—woman working herself over like a sex crazed bimbo in the main concourse. “He writes porn, you know …. Only on the Internet, but you can get really crazy on the Internet. There’s even stuff about growing boobs. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I mean, you’ve got a set most porn stars would envy, but there’s always room for more, right? I think that our picture could use that sort of spice, and screw the budget!”
Kaaaaa-Zap!
“Ohhh!” moaned Christy as her own hands ran over her body, trying to caress all of it all at once. Tormenting her? No! It felt much too good to be torment! Thought vanished under the weight of the unbelievable sensations flashing through her body like strikes of lightning discharging throughout the pleasure center of her brain and her throbbing clitoris. Her bra straps pulled tight into her shoulders. “Someone help? Please? My boobs are growing.”
TzzzZap! She bucked, arching her back and soaking her blue denim nanoskirt through her naughty pink panties as her sexually overwhelmed body heated itself like never before. Fingers clawed their way to satisfaction, but all the writhing and stroking and pawing and palming just made it worse. Made her want more, hornier, hungrier, hotter. “Please. No.”
Zap-zap-POP! Her whole body felt like a clit; one giant firecracker building up to an explosion of purely nuclear proportions. She glowed. She knew it even though she couldn’t see anything. Either her eyelids had closed or her eyeballs had rolled up so far that she was staring backwards—more likely the later. “Oh. Yes!”
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” She moaned as her bra’s clasps began to buckle under the strain and her hands failed utterly in their attempts to hold them. “Oh yes! Please! I’m on fire!”
“You ready to get really crazy? Ready to use those big tits to get a complete stranger hard? Ready to tease him and squeeze him and fuck him all to pieces?”
“Oh please! Anything!” The cream bra cracked like a whip as it snapped, but it was rendered almost silent by Christy’s scream of anguished, frustrated desire. Soccer ball-sized breasts swayed and rolled as the newly inducted porn actress’s body went into sexual overdrive.
“Really, really crazy?” the evil Goddess asked.
“Yes! Yes! Please let me have him! I need it so bad! I’ll be the craziest, ever! Just pleeeeeease!”
“Would you fuck him on a boat? Would you, could you with a goat?”
“Yes! Anything! I need it! Neeeeeed it!” She leapt like a mountain cat, pulling down her prey and tearing into the clothes of the perverted author.
“Oh-Kay!” Kerry said, brushing her hands together as she gazed, pleased, at another work of art. “She’s ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille. But, eeew. The goat …” Her nose wrinkled cutely. “The goat can take care of itself. Me, I came to see a movie that I’d like to watch, so let’s have some girl on girl action!”
The two concession stand ladies looked at each other stunned and then hungrily. The lights seemed to flash and suddenly the new lovers went from casual to carefully made-up and clearly bra-less. Lips touched, then one hopped up on the counter, spread her legs and pulled her partner’s head in. Within seconds, her hips squirmed and gyrated as she drove her co-worker on with cries along the lines of, “Oh yeah!” and, “Lick that pussy!”
Kerry sat in a director’s chair conjured from nowhere beside a camera that hadn’t been there moments earlier run by a artsy looking fellow in a black QotD Films tee-shirt. She looked around, then pointed at a random blonde in her late teens and motioned toward the hairdresser with the master’s degree and her porn-writing sex toy. “You! Enjoy the F-cups and get in there! I wanna see some serious fucking here, people! Go!”
The new recruit blinked as her top began to slowly fill and pull up to reveal her softly-rounded abdomen. “No one’s going to stop this?” she asked, stunned.
“Nope,” replied the Goddess. “You can’t either.”
“Good. I’ve been dreaming about something like this for years!” The blonde girl smiled and walked, swaying sexily, to join in on the sexual attack on the author as she finished what her breasts started and tore her tee shirt apart.
As people all around began group up, get naked, and get it on, Kerry watched, gave some direction, and mixed up the pairings every now before grabbing her camera man and diving into the action herself, reaching through his pants to pull out his dick.
“Huh?” said the camera man as his clothes tumbled through him to the floor. “Unnh!” quickly followed as Kerry’s magic lips inflated his cock faster and fuller than he’d ever experienced. After a few moments, she leaned back to examine her handiwork, and the confused guy looked down at a pulsing erection the size of his forearm. “What the fuck!”
“There’s no business like show business,” she declared, pushing him down onto the floor. “And watch that language. This will wind up on the internet, and kids will watch it, so keep it clean, OK?”
The camera followed as she seated herself and began to ride. “Ohhhhh yes. At last!”

“What in the name of Lucifer Morningstar do you think you are doing?”
Kerry looked up from the erection she’d been playing with. The sky was blue, the surrounding park looked beautiful, and the cameras were rolling on a cute, but unlikely, couple making out on the hood of a car.
“Making a movie, Falyn. I wanted to be an actress when I was a little girl, but I wussed out somewhere along the way.”
The demoness shook her head. “Mind reading for someone’s name is such a lame trick.”
“Whatever works,” replied Kerry. She licked up her toy’s hard shaft and then held it out as an offering. “Want some?”
“No. I gave at the office,” retorted the raven-haired lady in the gothic lingerie staring down at Kerry, haughtily. “I came here to check up on the living embodiment of all that is evil and what do I find? I find that my time is being wasted. For one thing, you are supposed to be a guy.”
“Perfectly happy as a girl, thanks, and I can’t be pure evil all the time. A girl’s gotta cut loose every now and then. You sure you don’t want any?” asked Kerry, enlarging her play toy’s cock to baseball bat proportions. With a few quick strokes, the colossal dick erupted like a volcano, spewing ejaculate upwards before falling down to earth as a thick, white rain.
“That’s revolting,” sniffed Falyn, looking a bit green.
Kerry, growing the dick still taller began to spin around it with a hooked leg while she took her bra off and threw it to the demon. “When the working day is done, Oh,girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just—”
“Want you to shut up!” Falyn threw the lacy undergarment to the ground. “You’ve been on the loose for three days, and your body count is exactly zero.”
“Duh. It’s hard to be evil to someone who’s dead. I’ve been briefed by the ring and I’ve watching you losers do for evil around here. You know what? You guys are pathetic. You’re so obsessed with immediate gain that you don’t even look at the long term potential. Look at those two—”
“Oh yes,” said Falyn, sarcastically, as Rita began shrieking her way into another orgasm. “I can see that they really are suffering. If you want long term investment, you should found a new church or a secret order or something.”
Kerry sighed. “Talk about dull! Secret societies are work, work, work, but those two will be good for a baby or two a year, resulting in more mouths to feed, and more bums in car seats, to further strain the environment. The baby clothes will come from an Asian sweatshop where kids not that much older slave 14 hours a day for a nickel.
“That is pure evil, and I don’t have to do anything. I can just sit back and enjoy!”
“You can justify it however you want, Kerry, but that’s not what this is about. I have more evil in either pinky fingernail than you have in your whole body, so buh-bye.” With that, the raven-locked beauty belched smoke and a flickering black light.
“Oh please,” groaned Kerry from within the ring of dark flame. “Demon Fyre. How passé. And such utterly, pathetically, pretentious spelling. Why don’t we try huge tits; exhibitionism; and an all-consuming, burning need for anal sex?”
“You can’t do that!” protested Falyn as her already perky-looking demonic rack burst out of the gothic lingerie serving as her uniform and the fire in her eyes dimmed to a hungry flicker.
“I can do anything I want. I’m a goddess and you’re just some dumb angel too stupid to see she’d picked the wrong side in a factional dispute.”
“I got huge titties!” was the demoness’s final retort.
Kerry rolled her eyes and got back to playing with her monstrously erect sex pet.
Falyn giggled and wandered away, eventually saying to the first guy she saw, “Hi! Like, I’m horny. Wanna fuck my ass?”