Monstrous Lust

by E M Beastly

  Thomasin knew little of the acts of coitus, even if she was nineteen. Her conservative parents and the Christian community they raised her in were not big on teaching sexual education. She knew the basics and had a rough idea of how a man's penis looked and functioned, but it was a taboo thing. All animals did it to procreate, but God forbade man and woman to do it for pleasure. Lust was one of the great sins, reserved only for marriage.

  Ironically, it was the reason they were here, her brother had committed the taboo. In addition, she had been dancing in the moonlight naked for months now; committing to abandoning her old traditions anyhow. Not that she cared for them to begin with. She was mortified by what she now saw, but she also could not ignore those truths. She had already set herself down this path, and that allowed a curiosity she never would have allowed herself to act on to be a motivation to keep watching. Here, nature was violating not only the laws set forth upon mankind but also between two species, predator, and prey. They embraced in erotic romance for no other reason than because they could.

  It was a strange rabbit hole she had tumbled down, and she had no idea what to do about it. Now her two sisters had joined her and they had already known and expected what they were to find here. She looked at the serpent and mouse again and took note of the red phallic cock that the two did not even try to hide from view. She then looked at Midnight and saw that he was slightly aroused by this scene. She could not help but check underneath him and see that his black phallus had snuck from its sheath to hang limply between his legs. That worried her. Nonetheless, a burning curiosity told her to leap at the chance to explore something that must be a dream. If she did not, then she might wake up and the chance would forever be gone. She had to be careful and take Midnight's warnings to heart. Perhaps she could get away with being just a curious observer. As for her two sisters, they were sixteen, and who knows what else the talking horse they had spent most of their time with had already revealed to them.

  "Ok," Thomasin finally said, "This is a beautiful and wondrous place... Even if...ah... the animals are... ah, doing those things... and, I don't know what is going on over there... Maybe I'm making a horrible mistake, but since you two have brought me here... I don't know what is going on, but I gather I better learn if something is stalking me like you say. And you promise Midnight will keep us safe from whatever monsters are out here? I guess I can't refuse you two from doing as you please... and I guess I better accompany you." she spoke slowly in defeated tone; stumbling over her words which were just as confused as her thoughts.

  "Yes sister," Grace replied.

  "We want to see more," said Juno.

  "We want to know more," Grace continued.

  "And we want Midnight to share more of his secrets."

  * * *

  The fall months were ending fast. However, even with the nights getting colder, the secret place Midnight would take them remained in perpetual spring. It was a place that existed on the fringes of reality; a dream world of fairies, magic and other fantastic things. Midnight showed them that there was more than just the dense forest of glowing mushrooms and silver leafed trees. There were also swamps, castles, great meadows and vast underground oceans.

  Before, Thomasin had loved her nude romps and was increasingly protesting not wearing much for clothes even during the day. Her mother had argued she was becoming a tramp when she started wearing the shortest of cut-off jeans and donning sports bras that allowed a naked belly exposure to the cool mountain breezes. Now she had learned of this place, and she had the company of her sisters to look after. Her shy conservatism had brought her back to wearing her more modest attire. It was best not to rile the strange wildlife, for here she felt like a tourist on safari. The wild, weird races and fantastic creatures that they were here to see, eyed her in ways she felt best not to tempt or tease. Her twin sisters went the other way. Even against her protest, they started to gain the appearance of young, backwoods trollops. Which worried Thomasin, as Midnight and the strange folk that lived in this otherworld were even less shy than they were.

  Wherever they went, and whatever new wonder there was to see, there existed a new form of eroticism. This was not a place within God's realm. The sin of lust was celebrated here, and the denizens seemed to take pride in finding new ways to express it.

  In romantic gardens, they watched innocent love affairs between naked wee folk with gossamer wings embrace their partners with passion. Like a secret lover's lane, these beings shared wet kisses with creatures great and small. They did not care if they were not of the same species. They did not care, because they loved each other, and they expressed their love with open embrace; tenderly and caringly touching each other as they wrapped each other up in warm passion.

  In other wilder places, they forsake the sacred union of commitment, indulging in a mass and wild party where any and all could join in. These epic pornographic scenes did not hold back. Thomasin could not help but blush and turn away. Her conservative upbringing made it difficult for her to visually digest what she saw. The characters of the fantastic forest treated the genitals of multiple partners as mere toys or set pieces in some game. There was no sacredness of the body here. So long as they respected each other, then there were no rules to how they experimented on each other's bodies.

  Female beasts sucked on penises of all shapes and sizes. Many kneeled in the middle of a circle of throbbing male excitement all wanting a turn. While using her mouth to pleasure one, she would sit on another, for she had other lips that caressed dicks. One such beast was a mythical centaur; she had the upper torso of an athletic woman, sporting round and firm breasts. Replacing her legs was the full body of a fine mare, which made even Midnight hard pressed not to join her. However, she was too busy breeding with three, and sometimes four men at a time. They rode her all over from underneath and from behind. One mounted her horse shaped rump like the animal it was, one laid beneath her to allow her to mount him. Others stood with her upright human torso to let her suck their dicks or so they could fondle her tits. Even Juno and Grace were too eager to see what happened next.

  From there, Midnight snuck them into the dungeons of castles through secret passageways only he knew. From secret chambers they found hidden nooks to spy out and see more wonders of lust he wanted to show them. They saw captured dragons chained as prisoners for the pleasure of others. Thomasin believed it be a dangerous place, and wondered why Midnight brought them so close to it. The rules appeared to be steeper, and the consequences more dire. If these dragon's masters with their chains and whips were to discover them, and by what they saw them do to the dragons, Thomasin was not so sure she would want to be caught and made a prisoner here. The thought of kneeling before the red-haired queen frightened her most of all; even if Midnight said that her dragons came to her dungeon willingly.

  With every sight and wonder they saw, Thomasin grew more divided. On one hand, she was witnessing things no other had ever seen before. It was magical, even a miracle, for she had discovered the impossible. Here there were things that defied God's creation and it was beautiful and wondrous, but it was a carnal scene. If the home she once knew ever learned of this place they would reform the Spanish Inquisition and burn her and her family at the stake.

  Then there were the dangers of leaving Midnight's side. They could only watch and go where he would take them. They had to be careful with what they interacted with and to never eat or drink any fruit offered or found. This confused Thomasin, for she received the strong sense that was exactly what everything wanted her to do, including Midnight. Her rising suspicion of him made her start thinking he might just be the devil, and all was just an illusion. If either she or her sisters broke the rules or fell into temptation, then the illusion would break and hell would become their new home.

  Her religious upbringing still had roots in her soul. She began to see all of this as some sort of divine test. All they had to do was follow the rules: Stay by his side, never leave the path, never eat or drink a
nything, and never trust any other being or creature, no matter how friendly or inviting they seemed. She tried to tell herself that she only went to protect her sisters from being led astray. She tried to tell them that she was their true guardian, or warn them that Midnight was their real danger. It would only be a matter of time before someone made a mistake. This place was a minefield, and Midnight was always leading them into some new trap.

  Juno and Grace did not want to listen and insisted on going almost every night they could. Thomasin had no choice but to accompany them. She was their older sister; she had to watch out for them. If they went on their own, she was afraid they would not return. They were much more excited about what they saw, and their reactions suggested they had discussed too much with Midnight. They were always together, even during the day, and had been since the day they first arrived at this troublesome farm.

  She could scold them, plead with them, but in the end, they were her sixteen-year-old sisters, and they were getting to where they would do as they pleased. She could not tell her mother or her brother. What consequence would come of bringing them into this?

  Finally, one night a mistake was made. It came swiftly and in the most unexpected way. It was January, with a night far too cold to be out without clothes or coat. Still, the twins insisted they go anyway. Thomasin had only the choice of following them or letting them go alone. She felt responsible, for it was her sinful mistake that made them sin. They were all out here only because of her nightly naked escapades. It was also 'His' fault. She did not at all trust Midnight, for she was now convinced he was the devil. She knew she should try doing something about him. There was a bible and a cross that her mother kept. She could use them and the prayers she learned in church that was supposed to ward off evil. However, be damned, she too was under his spell. The strange sights and beautiful magic of this forbidden place captivated her. It pulled at her heartstrings, and a part of her lamented at the thought of giving it up.

  Then Grace had to bring home that cat. Neither Thomasin nor Juno knew she snuck it into her coat and brought it home with her. Midnight said he was ignorant of it as well, but Thomasin was not so sure.

  Thomasin scolded her and told her to return it, but the cat took its opportunity and ran towards the house. They searched for it but could not catch it. Somehow, it got unto impossible places just out of arms reach: In the rafters or on the roof. It would then smile back at them with an impossibly wide and most sinister grin. It would then disappear into the shadows as though it were never there to begin with, only to appear somewhere else impossible for anyone to reach in time.

  Thomasin and her sisters had to give up that night unless the stir their mother and brother from slumber. Thomasin hoped to catch it soon, but also remembered the rules. Grace had invited something to come out of the forest, mischievous consequences were sure to come about from it. For the next several days, on rare occasions, when it allowed her to glimpse it, it was always smiling wickedly at her with an overly sized grin.

  "It's nothing to worry about. It's just an ordinary house cat." Thomasin lied to herself when her attempts to find it or catch it was in vain.

  Indeed, it was just a big, longhaired, black cat, maybe a little bigger than most. Course, it was rather small, a kitten perhaps, when Grace first picked it up. Then there was that grin. That sinister grin had a seductive quality to it. It somehow reminded her of that mouse, before she transformed and entwined her body with that serpents, she seemed all too human in far too many ways.

  * * *

  "Let's fuck like animals!" said Emile, the Pastor's daughter.

  "I want to be a naughty girl. Why should I have to wait to be married to share this beautiful body with you?"

  She was bouncing vigorously on Carlson's cock, and he thought it was supposed to be him in his excited youth who would be the one taking advantage of the situation. He did not think about how he should not be doing this. After all, she approached him. She was the one who sat by him in church grabbing at his dick when everyone else was singing hymns. Originally, he thought she was just being an awful tease; a spoiled brat who could get away with such things because she was the Pastor's daughter.

  Yes, she was a sinful whore, and she knew she could get away with it. She flashed her naked breasts at him or grabbed him inappropriately at the worst times.

  "Dammit, why did the devil have to make the sinners so beautifully attractive?" he asked himself while he watched her fine round breasts roll with the rhythm of up, down and all around as she bobbed on top of him. She grabbed them to stop them, and he could not help himself from reaching up and grabbing them also. Her body was so soft and smooth. Her tiny hands felt so gentle and tender as they helped guide his fingers to cusp her sinful flesh.

  Then there was her vagina. He did not know what to think when he first saw one. This was his first time after all. He knew that his dick was supposed to go in there, but his got so big and hard that he was sure it would not fit. It was she who pushed him down and stuck it in there. He had to wonder if she had not done this before. But by god, did it feel good. He wanted to describe it as a warm wet pillow squeezing all around his dick. He knew it was not the right description, there were other things going on in there. Still, with how cute she was, and how cute she was being in holding his hands so daintily against her breasts, he felt it was a fitting description.

  "Don't you love it?" she asked not really expecting him to answer. It was more as if she was talking to herself and expecting him to listen.

  "I mean, two people just enjoying each other. We get to look at each other, feel each other. Oh god, it feels so good. Why did God create these wonderful parts of our bodies if he did not mean for us to use them?"

  The pleasure got more intense. Instinctively, uncontrollably, he contracted the muscles of his dick. His body was getting ready to release his load. The warm wet walls of her vagina squeezed upwards along his shaft until it pleasured the most sensitive penile glad at the head, making his dick tighten even harder. Once the pleasure reached a boiling point, it would cause those muscles to first relax and then contract. His cock would twitch uncontrollably, looking like a fleshy, pulsating fire-hose as the muscles pumped his sperm into her body.

  "God, Emile, I don't want to make you pregnant." He said grunting and fighting against his bodies instinctual reflexes. However, the pleasure caused weakness in his other extremities. He didn't even have enough strength in his arms and upper-body to lift a kitten. Everything wanted to just relax and focus on making his dick pump out cream.

  "But Carlson, your body wants to fill me up. Everything is screaming inside you to just let go. It will feel so good. Even my body is tightening up. You can feel me squeezing you tighter can't you? Don't let me cum alone. Let us cum together!"

  As she finished saying this, she stared down upon Carlson with the most sinister grin. It was wide and toothy. She bent down to stare him directly into his eyes. Her eyes had become twice their normal size and gained dagger shapes for the pupils. He felt in his hand's thick fur. Her breasts had become covered in it, so did her face and her big cat-like ears. She was a monster, a feline monster, with a head too big for her shoulders and a grin even bigger than that. It was staring him down, pinning him down.

  "You want to cum in me don't you?" She yowled at him.

  He could not move. His body was too weak. It was true, he was going to cum and he could not stop himself. He was going to cum into this monster; this she-devil.

  He burst forward out of his bed, throwing the covers off as he grabbed his swollen dick in his underwear. It was too late, he could feel it pulsing already; filling his shorts with warm goo. Still, he pulled them down so that he could grab his dick tightly with both hands. God, it was so hard and hot, even clenching it tightly could not stop the flow. If anything, it just made the bursts of semen shoot out further and with greater force.

  "What a dream," he said with exhausted breath and a sweating brow.

  Unfortunately, he was not
surprised by it; he had this dream before, every night for the last two weeks. And there in his window was the cat; the same black cat from the dream smiling back with an impossible grin and staring with wide eyes with sharp daggers in them. She always sat there and stared at him with eyes glowing like hellish moons, letting him know she was responsible. Just as quickly as he saw her, she ran away. He pressed his face against the glass and watch the cat flee into the dark forest.

  Originally, he believed the cat was not real but just a residual hallucination from his dreams. Then the dream continued with the same scene playing out. The only difference was the sex. Sometimes he was on top, sometimes she was, other times they were doing oral things to each other. None of it was how he and Emile actually did it. Reality was far more awkward. The two of them mostly stumbled over each other trying to figure out how to make it all work, and he actually ended up hurting Emile when he first tried to stick it in. He also never reached climax because Emile's father found them.., and things did not go well from there.

  In the dreams, he was a natural pro: But is that not how it always is in dreams? Still, he was doing things to Emile that he did not even know could be done in the bedroom. They for sure were things that if her father or his neighbors had caught him doing, would have nailed him to a crucifix over.