by E M Beastly
"Yes!" the Cat squealed when his body let her come up for air.
"Yes!" she cried again, pumping up the speed of her rhythm, jostling up his serpent that had just made itself comfortable in its new home.
"Don't fight your instincts. Your body knows what it wants. It remembers well the pleasures it has been taught."
He wished he could say or do something in protest, but all his body wanted to do was let her fuck him. He could feel it do things. An inner consciousness lurked inside him, telling him what his body was going to do next. He could almost feel it tell him his balls were bubbling with a new and potent batch of semen, but it still needed time to simmer. The Cat's velvet pussy seemed to know this also, and let him stir her pot carefully to not cook his next batch too soon.
Soon he had more than one tongue to contend with. The other hosts had to join in; they could not let the Cat have all the fun. The otter-like creature and the beautiful, feathered harpy just could not control their desires. They bickered with the feline in some strange language, but she was not about to relent her turn.
Eventually, they came to a compromise and soon he had two sitting upon his wanting body. Feathers filled his vision as the fluffy downy of the one's posterior was shoved upon his face. His tongue lashed out drooling, as though it already expected her flavor to be most delicious. Carlson could not believe or even understand the flavors and texture on his tongue, but his tongue did not care. It already understood that it wanted this and forced him to jab all of it as deep as it could go.
It was a sensory overload. Carlson could only do what his body and the body of the monsters that invoked it demanded. The pleasure of heat and texture on his dick combined with the same on his tongue was so encompassing of his senses that he could not register the third sucking on his testicles while the Cat's tail swished around her face.
However, it must have been this third's forceful sucking that made him cum again. The pond maiden was impatient; she wanted him inside her right now. The only way she would get her turn is if he gave the kitty her cream. Her jaws bit down upon his nut and he contracted and squeezed out his cum with all his might. It felt as if the geysers from all his nights before were cumming out, only now there was something better to catch it all in rather than his bed sheets. The idea that it was filling the sexy womb of this creature that was giving him so much pleasure, only made him push it out faster. He strained his hips to make sure every last drop of his second batch went to filling her womb.
The Cat in protest, hissed at the sleek bitch who was insistent on removing his still erupting cock from her body, forcing his thick juices to leak out down his shaft and add extra flavor to his balls. Nonetheless, his dick did not go limp. He could still feel it throb with excitement, and his body went about preparing another batch for a third round of pleasurable new experiences.
He did not know how much more he could take. He felt he should be exhausted. Yet, it was not the two remaining vixens that fought over who would be next that concerned him. As he laid there under the shade of the tree, his dick still spurting cum even after the Cat reluctantly shoved off to allow another her turn; he knew he was going to be dreaming for a long while. There were others, just as the Cat had said. So many others watched from the seclusion of the hanging branches and leaves of the tree he had been dragged under. They pushed their way closer until he could see more than just their glowing eyes and sinister, full-curling smiles with wicked thoughts of lust. They were going to drain his balls dry. They would make him cum all his humanity away.
"God, what kind of nightmare is this?" he tried to ask, however, his lips and tongue were still too busy doing obscene things to the womanly bits that weren't quite human.
* * *
Two days had passed before Carlson stumbled home. Thomasin was afraid she would find him crawling out of the dark forest.
He stumbled in naked, dirty and barely able to walk. He could only speak nonsense; broken words about monsters and fairies and other such things. Thomasin did not want to look at her brother's genitals, but it was hard not to notice how swollen and abused they were. It made her think about the mouse and snake. They bred right in front of her and her sisters. The snake coiled around that mouse and from those coils he produced not one, but two, breeding appendages. He injected them both into that mouse like poisonous fangs; pumping them in and out as that tiny creature squealed with pleasure. The thing that bothered her the most was what Midnight had said about the mouse trying to trick them. The snake was meant to attack one of her sisters', or herself.
She could not tell her mother what really happened to her Carlson. She wondered how he came to learn of that place. "Did her sister's tell him, did Midnight show him, or did the forest find another way?" These were all questions she ran through her mind.
Her mother was raving when she got Carlson back to the house. It would have been impossible to explain anything to her in her current mood anyway. Thomasin did not know what to do, or what would happen as Carlson was too weak and senseless to provide any account of what happened or why. Upon arrival to the house, he passed out from exhaustion.
For good or ill, Melinda refused to get help for him.
"He must have got himself lost. He must have shed his clothes due to hypothermia. If he gets warmth and rest he will be fine," she said.
Thomasin suspected that there was more to her mother's reluctance to get outside help than these excuses. The past year she watched her mother become a recluse, and the isolation of this new home had only helped her in that regards. There would be no cops, no paramedics, not after the fiasco that occurred between her only son and the death of her husband. In most normal situations, Thomasin would have been angry with her mother for her stubbornness to not do what needed to be done. Yet, she knew things her mother did not. Biting her lip, she told herself, "Maybe it's best to let the outside world never know about this."
She helped her mother tend to her sick brother for most the day. His fever made him twist and turn while spouting profane things in his sleep. His broken words made her blush and even cringe, especially when her mother was close enough to hear. Her mother then asked with a demanding concern, "What's he saying? What's he talking about? Why such devil's talk?" Thomasin could only lie, saying they must be fevered nightmares about his past sins and shame with the pastor's daughter.
The broken descriptions of what he had done in the forest only confirmed Thomasin's fears. He spoke of strange creatures; a black cat that turned into a woman, or something that was womanlike. He spoke how they 'licked' his genitals, or how they made him cum so many times. They drank it and stuck it in their wombs, and still, they wanted more. He tried to tell her that they did something to him, or that something was happening to him; it was hard to tell with his mumbling. She could only hope her mother understood less.
And where had her two sisters gone? They and Midnight were going to discuss this when she was through. Things were getting dangerous, and she could not believe she allowed it to get this far, and all because she wanted to roam naked at night.
It only got worse as the evening rolled in. As the sun began its slow descent behind the mountain, further changes began to occur with her brother. First, his fever got worse, then he began to convulse. Thomasin tried to reason with her mother that they needed professional help. Then, even she saw that no doctor could save him.
Melinda was terrified, she was screaming, "What is happening to him!" she demanded while backing herself into a corner with a horrified expression.
Indeed, under the blankets they had over him, Thomasin could see her brother's dick swell. In a comically grotesque fashion, he had a stiffy that defied human anatomy. It lifted the blankets so high that it almost left nothing else of his body for the blankets to cover. Thomasin could see his restless bare legs twitching. To her horror and distress, her brother's scrotum lay sprawled out between them. Through the draping blankets and kicking legs, his testicles had to be the size of tennis balls.
H
e then began to squeal, and she could see muscles around his groin began to jerk. The blankets quickly became soaked as thick gobs of white dripped down onto him from underneath his tent. It looked like translucent jelly.
When she dared to comfort her brother, grabbing him to cradle him, she was only horrified again. Something had happened to his face. It was not quite right. It was something less human - more bestial.
Both Thomasin and her mother were terrified beyond words, but only Thomasin had any inkling of understanding of what was going on. Her mother begged her not to leave, and she could not form a proper excuse. Nonetheless, she had to see Midnight. Only he would have any insight as to her brother's malady.
Melinda begged hard, tugging on Thomasin's arm to try to keep her from leaving. However, the more her son convulsed and changed, the more she lost her strength. She was left fighting between cowering in a corner and rushing to her son in his hour of need. Instead, the juxtaposition of emotions left her standing somewhere in-between with both instincts paralyzed.
Thomasin was torn just as equally. Part of her wanted to stay, but there was nothing she could do. At least by seeking out Midnight's aid, she was doing something, even if it might be futile.
How wrong she was. She only managed to find how naive she had been. She knew that her adventures would lead to some twisted conclusion. She had seen it that first time when the snake lustfully devoured his mouse. Nonetheless, she kept going back. It was the magic and wonder of the place. Too irresistible were its charms, even if she and her sisters were indulging in sights quite to often filled with lewd scenes of fantastic lust. It was a depraved playground, and yet, until now they were just curious observers. The twins had finally decided they wanted to do more than just watch from the protection of Midnight's backside.
The Black Beast was the devil. A carnal aspect of him that loves to persuade young woman into his domain, and then with his twisted form, he would fuck them for his own amusement.
Juno and Grace were naked under his black and mighty frame. His massive stallion cock tore Grace upon whilst he came. The two girls screamed in both delight and ecstasy as white foam erupted out of Grace's not so virgin cunt. It splattered it foamy globs down the length of the black shaft that would not fully fit into her. It splattered on his massive stallion balls, and it splattered all over Juno who licked it all as she helped guide that massive breeding tool into her own twin.
Again, it reminded Thomasin of the mouse and the trap it had set. Midnight stated the mouse had wanted Grace to take its place. The snake would have coiled its length around her sister. All those strange creatures would have had a turn with them if it were not for the protection of Midnight. Yet in reality, he just wanted them for himself.
Once Grace came down from her cream filled high, she looked at her sister and said, "If not careful, he will choose your form for you."
Monstrous Family Affair
Part 1
* * *
"Grace, I'll go first," Juno told her twin as she undressed. I know you're still intimidated by our inauguration, but the time is now."
"Can't we go into the forest?" Grace replied, "It would feel more natural amongst the brethren of our new home. The stables feel so barbaric, so unclean and just not right."
"I can still take on a more suitable form if you wish?" interrupted Midnight.
"No!" demanded Juno standing naked next to him.
Her hands gently caressing his ribs as she braved running them lower down underneath his belly. His cock had yet to emerge from its sheath, but she could still play with his balls to get him excited. Each testicle of this stallion filled the palm of her hand.
"I don't want you to alter what is to happen, or what is to become of us," Juno continued, still caressing his giant testicles. "We agreed that because you are taking us to your realm of monsters and beasts, that we should get used to doing things this way."
"You understand that is the beauty of my home? I can change my form to something more comfortable, we all can. And when we are done, so will you." said Midnight, seeing the discomfort in Grace's eyes.
Juno's twin looked at the beast that she was to share her nakedness with. He took the form of a black stallion: the beast-of-burden for their small farm. Yet, he had always been something more. He could talk and wield magic. At will, he could change his shape, even if the shape always retained some part of his equine spirit.
He was a fantasy come to life. Grace, like most girls, loved horses. When her family inherited this small farm, she was delighted beyond words that she was now the owner of a big beautiful horse. Then, beyond her wildest imagination, she learned he was something else; a fairy, or at least something related to those old fairy tales about magical races and their kingdoms. He was the black, perverted unicorn who came from an enchanted forest to find a virgin maiden. He had no desire for purity, and very much wanted to corrupt theirs with this unclean act until they were beasts just like him.
It was everything that the Bible had taught them was wrong. Before they moved here, the two came from a place that preached sex is one of the deadliest sins, and to do it outside of marriage would send them to hell. Juno and her sister were about to go further than just sex before marriage, they were going to break every taboo by lying together with this beast. If there is a hell, they would soon become a part of it. After all, it very well could be a trick; a deceitful illusion created by the devil taking on a stallions form. Nonetheless, his enchanted forest was the most delightful and whimsical hells. The strange assortment of creatures all seemed joyously happy and gay. It was a place of endless possibilities, not just in where one could go and in what one could do, but also in the things they became. Sex was one of the things they did, and they did it a lot. Unlike the religiously zealous community Grace had been born into, these creatures fornicated as openly as children at play in a park. Sex was not just for fun and pleasure; it was also their source of power and magic. To gain mastery over fire one must intertwine their bodies with the dragons who breathed it. To control the seasons, sprout the wildflowers and speak to the trees, one had to become a dryad by letting the forest's denizens plant their seed inside one's womb, thus changing the color of their soul.
Grace had seen this done countless times over many months since she first arrived on this farm and learned of its secrets. Midnight had taken her and her sister to show her these things so that she would be more comfortable with his culture. Her older sister Thomasin was too naive to understand why they went on these journeys every night. She would not join them in this ritual. Nonetheless, Midnight promised that her whole family; sisters, brother, and her mother, would end up being claimed by this strange hell.
After all, it was their older brother Carlson who had first broken the taboo of sex and lust by fornicating with the Pastor's daughter. It was he who had exiled them to this place, and it was he who had condemned them.
Her sister Juno, though her twin, was far too eager to embrace these sins. Grace did not know where she got the courage or the desire. Perhaps, the romanticism of being able to become a living version of one of those "My Little Ponies," was just too much for her to pass up. The methods to become one also seemed to excite her. She was already wrapping herself around the giant male appendage that she teased from his sheath.
The cock of a stallion was meant for a mare. It was far too thick and long for the likes of her or her sister's small bodies. It was the first cock she ever touched. In fact, it was the first one she had really ever seen. Her twin had even sucked on it once before, though not long enough to make him cum. That was also when he had first transformed himself into something more reminiscent of a human man. Nonetheless, even in a human form, he was a beast, and his cock had been just as big. Either way, she was going to lose her virginity to a devil. She bashfully agreed to have him stay in his most bestial form while he washed away their humanity.
"Hurry, you haven't even started to undress yet," Juno demanded as she rubbed the beastly cock back and f
orth.
Juno was just as new to this game as her twin. Yet, unlike Grace, she wanted to quickly be acquainted. She had already decided she liked the warm texture of his cock sliding between her palms and fingers. The flesh of his genitals had a strange elasticity that was unlike the skin surrounding the muscles of his powerful frame. She just had to cusp a hand over the flaring tip where the rubbery-strange texture exploded out into a mushroom shape. The elastic tendencies of the flesh, the small pulses surging through every vein, she was excited to find out what this would feel like inside of her; that is if it really could fit. It intimidated her, but he was a magical creature with magical tendencies.
"His dick is huge sister; it's going to take both our tongues to lubricate this monstrosity," she said.
She pulled her hand from his tip feeling a warm sticky substance sticking to her palm.
"I'm excited," Midnight said when he noticed her reaction to his pre-seed, "I have leaked a small sample of myself."
Juno placed her palm to her nose and smelled the slimy substance. The strength of its aroma caused her to jerk back.
Grace grimaced at her sister's response, asking, "is it bad?"