Ravaged: A Collection of 11 Erotic Monster Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  He laughed as he came back towards the shore, slicing his knife through the air with quick strokes as he approached. I gripped the rock in my hand, holding it up to ready myself. I looked around to see where I should run, and that’s what I saw him.

  That magnificent creature.

  A large beast shook behind the tree-line, and my eyes widened as I began to realize what it was. A Centaur.

  The half man, half horse came barreling out of the woods, trampling his hooves into the water with powerful strides. The bandit immediately shrieked at the sight of the eight foot tall monster and dropped his knife into the water.

  The Centaur glared at the man as he yelled, “Leave my pond you filthy, disgusting excuse for a human!” his voice came out in a deep neighing kind of voice. The frayed man immediately tried to dash out of the pond, falling to his hands and knees on the beach. He turned to look at the huge Centaur and scrambled to his feet, running out of the clearing.

  The Centaur turned to me, gazing at me. I held the rock up to fight him off, now terrified that I had bigger problems to deal with. He smiled.

  “I apologize if that man was threatening you, miss.” He began, “I’ve been trying to keep him away from here. Every once in a while I’ll find him and have to kick him back out.”

  I shook my head, “No, no. Thank you for the help, I wasn’t sure what to do.” I lowered the rock, dropping it to the ground.

  “Not a problem,” he turned to leave, “despite what I said to that man, I don’t think humans are... that dirty. And you’re welcome to continue bathing here if you wish.”

  I flushed immediately, confused by my reaction to this creature. Not only was he kind and sweet, but his physicality was... otherworldly. His powerful legs and mane were accented by his hairless upper body, powerful biceps and sharp jawline. His eyes glittered the same color as the pond, as his face softened in concern. He stepped back out of the water and wiped the water off his body, dripping all over the ground. His glistening skin seemed to glow in the light, and I felt my heart race just at the sight of him.

  “Wait, this is your grove? How did know I needed help?”

  “Indeed, this is my grove. I have protected it for centuries. That’s also how I know you needed help. I saw you when you first got here, but I didn’t want to reveal myself until I saw what you were going to do.”

  “So... you were watching me.” I suddenly became intensely aware of the fact I was naked, but I tried to hide my embarrassment. I mean, he was naked too. He watched me, the water pooling around my feet as it dripped off of me.

  “I was. I have a certain... fondness for human women.”

  There was something powerfully magnetic about him, and I only wanted to come closer. Maybe he was the reason I felt like I had to come back? He caught my gaze following his half human-half horse body, and he turned back to face me.

  “Maybe it isn’t the water that called me here...” I breathed, staring at him. I walked closer to him, and he watched my naked body coming closer. I was inches away from him now, and I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

  His beating heart in his lower half was powerful, and I could almost see his heartbeat through his skin. The heat rising off of him was so intense that the water drying near his hooves was already steaming.

  “Can I touch you?” I asked, feeling embarrassed by the question. I had only seen drawings of Centaurs, and I didn’t even think they were real. Though to be honest, no one told me they weren’t.

  “Certainly,” he said. I reached up with my hand, shaking with a bit of nervousness, and touched the skin of his upper-body. The human part. His skin was hot to the touch, and smooth as marble. I was amazed, wandering my hand down and touching the joint between his halves. The thick horse hair wasn’t immediate, but you could tell where there was a more definite line. The hair was soft, and incredibly clean. It made the horses I brought here look like mangy mutts.

  He shuddered at my touch, and I ran my hand all the way down his lower-body’s back, reaching his rump. I could feel his heartbeat pounding underneath his skin.

  His eyes followed me, and I felt myself growing hot. His eyes had this piercing quality to them, and they seemed to look straight into my soul.

  “You are quite beautiful,” he murmured as I walked back to face his human body. “What is your name?”

  “Heather,” I breathed, “W-what’s yours?”

  “Lance,” he said, “‘Heather’, I like that.”

  Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, squeezing them. I flushed at his touch, and tried to look away from him. It was impossible, his gaze was too powerful to avoid. He towered over me, at least three feet over my height.

  I looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed me, his soft lips perfectly sealing against mine. I reached up and touched his chest, my hands sliding across his marble skin. I traced circles on his skin, forgetting what I was doing.

  He chuckled quietly, and I looked up and caught his eyes. His icy blue eyes met mine and seemed to glow for me. Somehow, they felt warm, like he was smoldering for me in some way.

  The silent light from the pond basked us, glimmering off our moist skin as we kissed again, his hands running over my naked body. They fondled my breasts, cupping them. I lost myself for a moment to him, wanting to collapse in his arms. I snapped back.

  “Lance... what do you want to do to me?” I said, the words escaping my mouth almost breathlessly.

  “I want... you to carry my kin, Heather” he said, reassured in his voice. “I’ve lived for centuries, and I must continue on my chain. I need someone to carry my child. There aren’t many Centaurs alive anymore. And the ones that are, aren’t fit for... producing children.”

  I stared at him, unsure of what to say.

  “If you don’t want to, I’d understand.” He finished.

  Something inside me said yes, say yes, and I wasn’t sure what. I looked at the pond, thinking for a moment.

  He wordlessly kissed my neck, kneeling his front horse legs down to reach the rest of my body. His lips explored my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking on it lightly. I forgot his question, and lost myself in his touch. I ran my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails against his head. He kissed my stomach, his tongue tickling my belly button as he worked his way down my body, finding my slit.

  He picked me up with his powerful human arms and put me on a nearby boulder, sitting me down carefully. I squirmed from his touch, and he leaned back down and parted my legs with his hands. His tongue explored me now, slicking against my left ankle and working its way down to my knee.

  “You’re teasing me.” I cried, reclining back on my elbows to keep myself up. I wanted to watch this beautiful creature work his magic on me, the blue glow from the pond illuminating his one side just right. His marble skin contrasted sharply against the black hair of his horse body.

  His hot breath finally reached my folds, breathing life into them. I squirmed as he kissed my pussy, just barely grazing my clit with his lips. He was careful at first, gentle almost. His tongue twirled against my clit, dipping into my honey.

  His gentleness began to fade as his aggressiveness began to come out, and he grew more forceful. I can’t say I wasn’t encouraging it though, continually pushing my hips into his face. He pushed his tongue harder against my clit, and dove in deeper against my slit. He paused for a moment, bringing a finger up and licking it, before carefully pushing it into me. His hands were large, much larger than a normal mans, and his single finger was sensational.

  An intense numbness started to grow inside me, and I felt like I was disappearing into the boulder. I shut my eyes as my body reacted without me, my back lifting off the warm boulder and arching. I moaned loudly as I felt Lance’s finger push deeper into me. He rubbed it against my walls, lightly tickling my g-spot.

  “Oh God,” I groaned heavily, gasping as he held pressure on my clit, his tongue slamming side-to-side against my folds. I felt something releas
e within me, my back buckled. My feet and hands went numb as the blissful warmth cascaded over my body, erupting through my clit and moving up, up, up into my cheeks. I flushed, biting my lip and holding onto the ride as long as I could.

  I opened my eyes, and Lance was standing back up. The boulder had elevated me to his human waistline, and for a brief second, I forgot he was a Centaur. He groaned and stamped his hooves in hard-pleasure. I leaned forward as he revealed his engorged horse-cock to me, its length and girth not quite as large as a horse, but larger than a man’s.

  I widened my eyes, unsure of how I felt. I wanted to touch it, feel its skin in my hands. I glanced at him again and saw that’s what he wanted as well.

  Touching his horse hair, I felt his skin tighten and raise goosebumps against me. His horse-half was hot to the touch.

  I leaned down and found his cock under his lower body. I squeezed it with my fingers, its thick skin unlike that of a human’s cock, more powerful. I grabbed it with my hands and pulled on it in a slow, deliberately long motion, wanting to see his reaction.

  He shuddered, scraping his hooves against the ground. His upper human half leaned over the boulder, bracing his body against it with his bulging muscles. I looked up at him and saw his veins popping out of his arms, and sweat beginning to bead on his head. It must’ve been torture to not be able to do anything about your erection. I smiled to myself, embracing my power I had over him.

  I kissed it, sliding my tongue out and gliding it across the length of it, wrapping around it as best as I could. He groaned as I did, his arms shaking from their foundations.

  “Come back up here Heather,” he moaned.

  “I don’t think I will, I’m enjoying this power I have over you way too much...”

  “You like this?” the centaur asked, a sly tone in his voice, “I always knew you humans were dirty creatures, but I never know how dirty.” I laughed, groping his balls and quickly silencing him as a moan escaped his lips. I carefully cupped them in my hands, dragging my tongue from the base of his balls up to the tip of his cock. I tasted his pleasure in his pre-cum, knowing he was ready for more.

  I tried to take it in my mouth, slathering his cock with my tongue as I pulled it into my mouth. He groaned loudly into the clearing, while I tasted his heat. I stopped, and came out from underneath him.

  “Heather, my dear, climb up here so I can fuck you.” he whispered, pulling my closer to the boulder. I did, laying down on it face first, lifting my ass into the air. Lance moved closer, gripping me with his powerful hands. He kneeled down on his horse hooves and bit my ass, causing me to yelp in surprise. He chuckled, asking if I enjoyed that little taste of Centaur.

  I nodded slowly, as he climbed over me with his hooves, planting them above my head. I was just at the right height for him to fuck me, and I was nervous.

  My heart raced, blood throbbing inside my ears. Is this really happening? A Centaur is about to fuck me? I closed my eyes, holding myself up with my arms against the boulder.

  He found my wet cunt and teased it, his thick cock bounced against my pussy. I exhaled carefully as I reached down to grip him in my hands, feeling his powerful heartbeat through his member.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, reaching down and caressing my face with his hand. I kissed his fingers and told him I was.

  He pushed into me, his cock already slippery from my blow job. His cock was enormous, and it felt much bigger than I thought it would.

  I moaned as he slowly worked it into me, using slow teasing thrusts, each pushing deeper and deeper into me. Centimeter by centimeter. I moaned out as his cock dragged against my clit, before it slipped inside me.

  Within moments, he was completely filling me up. His pulsating cock throbbed inside my folds, and I could feel his heartbeat meld with mine. I felt like we were merged, and a warm tremor began to rise within my body.

  He groaned, driving his cock into me with powerful strokes. Each time his skin slapped against mine, his balls would slam against my clit. I writhed underneath his towering horse-body as he had his way with me.

  I moaned, my breath catching in my throat as the head of his cock glided against my sex.

  Breathing, he tried to speak. “Heather...”

  I knew what he wanted to say, what he wanted to ask. “Yes, Lance. I’ll do it. I’ll become yours. I’ll carry your kin.” I breathed. I had thought about it and decided I had no reason to go back to the city, except to talk to Sara, maybe retrieve her from that suffocating place.

  He laughed heartily, and drove another hard stroke into me. I moaned and collapsed completely onto the boulder. He pounded into me, his hard dick shaking my very core.

  The hot tremor inside my body had wrapped itself around me, turning into a blistering white energy. I moaned without self-consciousness as I basked in it, the warmth tickling my skin and numbing it at the same time. My toes curled as I throbbed for him.

  “Heather, I’m going to cum!” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside me.

  “Me... too,” I managed to squeak out, my breathing was growing ragged as I fought to hold back my orgasm, wanting it to match his in intensity and timing. “Make me yours, Lance, give me your Centaur seed.”

  His cock throbbed and pulsated, and I felt it swell up, taking me to my limit. I burned, my insides exploding in white bliss. The torrent ran through my arms and legs, seizing up my back and squeezing a loud scream out of my mouth.

  Lance’s monstrous groan signaled his own orgasm. His hot load shot deep into me, its hard spurts almost shaking me forward in shock. My pussy clenched his cock in rhythmic squeezes, coaxing each drop out of his Centaur cock.

  His horse-hips kept gyrating as he pushed his seed deeper into me, ensuring my body’s acceptance. I shook and shuddered with after-shock tremors from my ecstasy as he held his cock inside me.

  I buckled onto the boulder, exhausted. He pulled his member out from me and climbed off the boulder, being careful to not accidentally harm me. Standing back on solid ground, he stroked my sweaty back with his hand, admiring me.

  “Mmhmm, Heather, That was—quite exquisite.” He cooed, wiping the hair off my forehead.

  “I just... knew I had to do it. Everything just felt right... ya know?” I said, turning to face him. I lowered my ass and sat up to sit on the rock properly.

  “I felt it was right too, that’s why I asked you.” He reached out and touched my belly. “And in 9 months, you’ll give birth to my child.”

  I clasped his hand with mine. “Will it be a Centaur?” I gave him a worried look.

  “I’m not sure, but even if it is, the birth will be easy, don’t worry.”

  “What do we do now?” I looked at him, and eyed my clothes crumpled in a pile nearby.

  “We rest. Tomorrow we can venture out to Centaur Village, which is only a couple of miles from here. No human can simply stumble upon it though, not like this place. It’s protected by an illusion.”

  “Is there anyway I can ever go home?” I added, “I have a friend I left there is all.”

  He stared off into the pond and thought about it for a moment, “Perhaps, but not yet. In a couple of weeks perhaps. Its something we’ll have to bring up with the council. You would be allowed to deliver a letter by pigeon though.”

  I nodded, thinking of how I should break the news to Sara. Would she be proud? I wasn’t sure. Maybe she would want to get hitched with a Centaur as well? Neither of us had very much going on for us back in the city. But now I had a real chance at a life, a fulfilling life, albeit a strange one.

  Lance walked over to a corner and rested, curling his legs underneath his body. I gathered my clothes and put them on, and I laid down next to him, snuggling agains this warm body. The warmth heat from his body and the quiet glow from the pond quickly put me at ease. As I fell asleep, I remember his heartbeat thudding in my ears, like horse hooves.

  Bred by the Satyr by Simone Beatrix

  I groaned, lifting myself up to my feet.

  The
crash had sent bags of letters all over the forest floor, scattering hundreds of important treaties, edicts and summons from the King. My job was to deliver them in a timely fashion to the neighboring kingdoms, because my sickly father had grown ill. That wasn’t happening now.

  The sun was getting low in the sky, and I had no way of getting out of the forest in time. I decided I should probably try and make some kind of shelter.

  After gathering some branches and leaves, I ripped part of the carriage awning off, so I could build a small lean-to. I would have just used the carriage, except for the fact it was toppled over onto its side, providing almost no shelter, and much too heavy to lift by myself. Maybe I’d be able to find some kind of branch to help lever it upright the next day, but right now, there wasn’t much of anything I could do.

  Howling noises off in the distance made my spine shiver, and with darkness quickly settling in, I decided to try and turn in for the night.

  My mind drifted aimlessly as my eyes grew heavy.

  I fell asleep in a fit of anxiety.

  ***

  I awoke the next day to the brilliant sunshine. I stretched, suddenly aware of how much I ached. My neck sore, and arms were tired from throwing together a camp so quickly.

  “Shit, what am I gonna do now?” I groaned. A sound on the other side of my tent piqued my interest. The sound of papers ruffling, as if someone was digging through the wreckage.

  Bandits? I hope not... I thought, knowing I had nothing to fight them off with. I cautiously peeked around the corner of my tent, to try and find the source of the sound.

  That’s when I saw it, that remarkable creature.

  A Satyr.

  He was digging through my overturned carriage, shoving fistfuls of letters and papers aside, like he was searching for something in particular. He stopped, feeling my gaze.

  The Satyr looked at me, curiously at first. He turned his head to examine me, dropping some papers on the ground he had balled in his hands. My jaw hung open, and a knot of fear and curiosity squeezed itself tight inside my chest, but I tried to remain calm.