by E M Beastly
The true stories, well, they are as true as one's imagination wants them to be. First, the church does have its devil, but not one of hell or damnation as the stories would like you to believe. The devil does fit the classic description; wearing a crown of curling horns on a black goats head and walking on cloven hooves attached to wooly satyr legs. Yet, so did the old god Pan and other wild and horny creatures of old myths.
This devil was here long before there was a church or cemetery, before there was even a town. During the time of the Durotriges and the Belgae, mothers warned there daughters about this patch of wilds. One legend said that the Green God had a son here, and he was far hungrier for animalistic pleasures than his father had ever been. Another said a particularly powerful Pooka haunted the place, and he would breed and fuck anyone or anything that would let him.
This story begins much like the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood,' only there was neither a wolf nor hood. A young woman, whom had barely come of age, was sent by her mother on an errand into the woods. This errand would have her pass near this forbidden place. She was warned not to stray from her path and not to talk to anyone strange. Her mother weaved these warnings into shapes that were full of fear and dread in hopes it would deter her from doing anything other than what she was told. However, her daughter somehow came to hear her own versions to those dreadful stories, thus she was curious instead of fearful.
No adventure is without its risks, and no reward is without its dangers. Therefore, when she traveled near this ancient bit of forest that others feared, she took the shortcut. Many will argue it was not wise for her to do this, but Annwfn, which was her name, was a rebel at heart. Therefore, it was no wonder that she approached the mythic Black Beast the moment he made himself known. She approached him as though he were some kindly stranger; even if he was a naked man-beast, whose thick curling horns crowned his sheep shaped head. She tried not to stare at his flaccid manhood peeking out amongst his thick and curly black fur. Regardless, the story does put emphases on how monstrous the man-beast's cock is, and that anyone would be shocked and amazed with it. For now, just know that it had such girth and strength that even while placid made Annwfn admire the shapely body attached to it. The inhumanity only added to its exotic flavor, and Annwfn was just the sort who was not afraid or disgusted of trying out dangerous things.
“Why do you come down my path so boldly?” The Beast asked in a low and shadowy voice.
“Am I in trouble for doing so? Is it not allowed to walk these lands, or have the gods made them sacred? She replied with lying innocents.
“Where is your destination?” his slurry of questions continued. He was already large and menacing in both figure and form, but now he used it to intimidate, showing that he was the guardian to her road ahead.
She laughed at him, as she was not scared. If he were truly the monster the myths had mentioned, then he should have already attacked her instead of asking these questions. Either way, she felt she could fight him if necessary; her father was a strong warrior and he wanted his children to be just as strong. Even if this beast towered like a mountain, she held her ground.
The Black Beast liked her spirit, but liked her fine fire hardened body even more; including a scar that striped down her left breast like a distinctive brand. Patient, he would choose to stalk and ambush her when she would be far more vulnerable to his charms. Biding time, he drew back his savagery and let her tame him with her inquisitive charm. He was more than happy to share his secrets with her, and would share even more when the time came. In so doing, he tricked her into revealing her own secrets that would serve his desires.
“Let me help you.” He said when he learned Annwfn was retrieving a special herb for her mother as a remedy for pain and discomfort.
“I have a better cure that will help your mother to never suffer forevermore. What you will bring her will only cause stomach pain and restlessness. Here, take this fetish and place it where she sleeps during a night of a full moon."
He then hesitated and smiled before he finished by saying in a low whisper, "It will make her feel... better."
Annwfn was not about to deny any gift from a god or spirit, that would be unwise. It was also unwise to use such a thing, especially from a being with such an ill reputation. Nonetheless, she did not like the stories told by cowards and chose to foolishly ignore them. Besides, Annwfn had heard different stories than the ones told. Thus, when she took it back home she put it under her own bed and not her mothers. If anyone deserved the reward of taking this risk, it was herself, for she liked what she saw in his raw and naked features. She had never been impressed with the men of her village, and with a wild god presenting himself so lewdly, why would she need them? Any sons born from his divine seed would rise to become legendary warriors, or so she believed.
Taking the risk and disobeying the warnings, she readied herself on the first full moon's night. All that she wore was her branded blade, and only out of caution. He may still be the dark monster she was warned about and not the lascivious beast she was hoping for.
A heavy mist, warm and unnatural, settled upon her hut. Annwfn’s mother would have shivered with its decent and then consulted in thrown bones to determine the nature of this omen. While her brothers and sisters would have huddled in fear to whatever stalks this night. Annwfn sometimes swore they could not be her father’s children. If he were still alive, he would have patrolled this night and laughed wholeheartedly at its unseen dangers. Fortunately, they were all asleep. They slept so soundly, she almost feared death had touched them as part of the enchantment. Yet, they slept only to give them privacy, for what was to happen that night, they were not ready to see. He came materializing out of the mist as though he was made from it. He no longer restrained his urges as he walked with his massive black cock stiff and ready to breed. With his weapon ready, Annwfn dropped hers.
"You are interested in me I see, and you thought you were going to trick me? Or did you know that I would be waiting for you like this?" she said purring.
He said nothing with words. Only a fierce burning glow in his eyes and his throbbing phallus spoke his desires.
"Or were you thinking of breeding my mother if I had done as you said and gave her your little fetish? That would make you the horny goat that I was warned about. But don't get me wrong, I will still fight you if you turn out to be anything more than my breeder." she said as she spread her legs to show off her loins. She erotically slipped her hand down her skin and through the smoky mist to spread her pussy lips apart to show that that he would be able to fit his breeding tool without much trouble.
"I am that carnal Black Beast of the woods; those stories are true." He replied as he forcefully grabbed her. "However, I am no son of Cernunnos, your green god. I am something else entirely. I have many forms and I am going to show them all to you."
Annwfn did not know what he meant, at least not during that first night. Then again, she did not have much time to think about it that first night. The Black Beast indeed ravaged her throughout its entirety without resting, and did so in front of her sleeping family in their tiny hut against all requests.
"They will not awaken." was his only reply, while he used one strong but gnarled hand to grab her by the pussy, and the other to clench down upon one of her young, supple breasts.
He sent a finger to immediately set forth and explore her womanhood. Like a horse breeder checking the health and condition of his stock, he probed her forcefully. His fingers were fat and firm, rivaling even the most well endowed human man's cock. He tested to see if she really could take his monster, because for all her fighting spirit, she was still young and much smaller than he. His other hand played with the skin and flesh of her bare-naked chest. He forcefully squeezed and groped each one, switching back and forth rapidly. He played rough as he held her down with this groping free hand to try and keep her distracted from just how violently his other was finger fucking her. He also wanted to show her that he was the beast that ot
hers feared, and that Annwfn would find him far more difficult a fight than her courage made her believe.
To the Beast's surprise, Annfwn liked it. She was a rough and tumble woman who liked to fight and drink right alongside the men whenever she could get away with it. This had made her somewhat of an outcast to her people from the start. She was in constant defiance of her mother. Even now, in defiance to her mother, demanded the ancient beast finger her deeper while in her sleeping presence.
However, the Black Beast was already moving on. His hunger for lust was poising his cock to its fleshy destination. Annfyn almost could not tell the difference from when his cock penetrated her from when his fingers stopped pressing inside of her. Only the twitching release of his sticky pre-cum warned her. So excited was he that his cock muscles twitched too soon. Spilling a dribble of his hot stuff onto her pussy lips, it burned pleasurably like soothing medicinal oil.
Annfyn moaned loudly when he burst the rest of his premature load inside of her. This first sample of seminal fluid was not just a drop or two like that produced by mortal men. It served to lubricate their union quite effectively. She wondered that if this were just an appetizer then would the main dish not fill her up the same way when a stud horse breeds his mares. It did not take long for her to find out she was right.
His real release came fast and early, as though he had not fucked in years. His aching balls took longer to unload their juice than the time it took for them to reach his limit. She was only just beginning to get comfortable with moaning and even screaming out her approval of the savage beating his cock was performing at the entrance to her womb. Now she had to find satisfaction in watching her pussy drink his thick milk. She could feel his urethra pulsating. His semen thicker and heavier than honey. She felt full and her womb became bloated. When there was no more room, his thick syrup began to expand and foam around his cock to make it feel as though it were twice its size. Regardless of how slowly it oozed, it still managed to burst from the seams and pool around her door.
He pulled out to reveal that his ash black cock was now ghostly white. Maybe it was just a trick in the contrast, but she had never seen something so white before, nor did she think it would come from something so black.
Nonetheless, even for all its shine and glow, she was disappointed. "I thought you to be some sort of wild and robust god. I was only starting to get excited, or am I not worthy to enjoy this as much as you?"
The old god smirked as he grabbed her again. His voice boomed loudly as he made his sexual powers clear to her. "Do you think of me as some old ram who becomes exhausted after just one ewe lamb? The full moon is still up and my cock has yet to go limp. What you just experienced was me marking you. You now belong to me and all of my children."
There was no time to contemplate what he meant by belonging to his children, or how her new siblings would enjoy having another new sister to play amongst them. She was just glad that his second breeding session with her was more forceful and longer lasting, even if the sloppiness of the first made it messy. The pounding thrusts were hitting her harder than before. With each hit, his searing rod sank into her all the way to his hilt, making foamy white cream splatter and fly in every direction. One hard knock even managed to spray an impressive amount of his breeders foam into the air between them. There it fell like rain unto her pinned and choked breasts that he still squeezed so tightly with his gnarled, beastly hands. Tiny droplets even fell into her gaping mouth, choking her as she moaned on the sweet essence.
She had her orgasm at last. He was a kindly beast, slowing down his thudding rhythm to let every little tingle of their union settle in to her, and letting her savor it. Perhaps he slowed only to enjoy the vibrations of her nipples between her fingertips as she fought for control over her own muscles. Annwfn had once witnessed a clansman be struck by lightning, and he shook and vibrated in much the same way as she did now. She had to wonder if the physical sensation was not also the same. Regardless, she knew that no man of the village would have satisfied her like this.
Afterward, the Black Beast continued with his beastly hard thrusts, and she continued to demand that he breed her. She wanted his godly and monstrous sperm to be energized by his strength and passion. Her children would become kings of man and forest. If they had horns or hooves like their father, then so be it. They would only serve as their royal crowns. The euphoria produced from her fantasies concerning the future for her divine sons and daughters only brought her to cum a second time.
He came with her, his cock twitching and pulsing, but he did not fill her up like before. This time he pulled out and let a waterfall of white fall down upon her. It made a mess of her, and as much as it oozed slowly, it oozed nonetheless. It would be impossible to explain these white stains soaking into her bedding. Her mother and siblings would surely notice once the spell wore off. Especially since the night was not over and there were still more breeding to be done. Annwfn, in the beginning felt weird doing this in the presence of her sleep-enchanted family. Now the sheer naughtiness of this disobedience only aroused her, bolstering her courage enough to allow her to take the lead for the next round or two. She would not let his size or origin daunt her. Her father had taught her to be strong, courageous and to take want she wanted; and she wanted this.
So did he, and that is where the origin of Elmsdeep's cemetery gets interesting. He was not just some horny and lascivious beast, even if he has bred with more woman than anyone or anything on this earth. When this night was done, he would visit her again. Then another night would come and a third time he would appear. This continued for some time. Annwfn thought it would only continue for as long as the full moon appeared in the sky, still, it continued. Though she grew exhausted from the nightly excursions, she found she could not reject him; she was changing. Both physically and mentally, she was losing herself.
In the beginning, she was able to hide these changes, though not without difficulty. After that first night, she snuck away to burn her bed sheets just before the sun started its ascent over the hills and break the enchanting spell placed over her hovel. Explaining why they needed replaced to her mother and siblings was a bit more difficult. By the time when the moon went through a full cycle to be full and bright again in the night's sky, Annwfn had become both distant and aloof from her family and her village. There was talk of wicked fairy magic at work, and that Annwfn had either been tricked or cursed, it did not matter which. Druids were consulted, and they looked at their stones and talked with the animals for divination. What answers they received put them in a solemn mood, and they refused to discuss the matter further lest they invoke the Black Beast's true name. They informed the family that their daughter was lost and that she should be taken deep into the woods and as far away from the village as she could be taken. By that time, not many dared to go near her. Her feminine features were less human now, and not even her own family would allow her very near to them anymore.
To both the relief and the distress of her people, Annwfn eventually disappeared on her own. For a time, life returned to normal for her village. Moreover, it begs the question of what is normal, and how long do things stay normal before they begin to change? The Black Beast was greedy. He had already gotten a taste of one so willing, but had also spied upon her sleeping family with the same lusty hunger as he had for her. Annwfn had invited him in and he was not one for modesty when he was offered something.
As for Annwfn, her new life was not what she expected. Then again, the expectations of life never are. She had planned to get pregnant and to bear many sons. She wanted to sire strong warriors to make her father proud as he watched her from the land of the dead. No child would have been stronger than those fathered from the spirits. Instead, she found a secret world that held far more than what any traveler or other member of her village could ever understand. The Black Beast was not alone. Monsters and demons poured out of every dark corner of the earth to meet the new member of their tribe. To approach the Black beast was to over
come her fear of the unknown, but that can also open Pandora’s Box. Some came with fur that was golden, others were white with stripes of black. There were the blue ones and the green ones. They came in bestial forms with confused shapes that were neither beast nor men. Some had two heads and some had two cocks. There were amorphous and boneless terrible things, and there were magnificent, colorful things of beauty.
Annwfn did not know what to think of these new suitors. This was not how things were supposed to be. She thought she could fight them, she was a warrior, or so she believed in her heart. Yet, the moment she was touched by the monsters' compassion, their wild freedom and their hungrily lustful desires. When they touched her body, she knew she could never resist them. Having children no longer mattered; though she still very much wanted them. However, it was now for a different reason. Having strong warrior sons seemed trivial, and showing dominance in her tribe was pointless. With them, she could become anything. Nothing was stronger, faster or better than she was, because if she wanted something they would share it with her willingly.
The Black Beast held the first mystery, and she overcame that easily that very first night. His endurance and stamina had surprised her, especially when she had succumbed to exhaustion and he still wanted to have another go. Now she took three or four men at a time and still felt invigorated. Her new body did not have the limitations of her old. She was letting this new thing touch her. He was something with a shape and form that no folktale or legend of old England had memory to recall in any old tale. If there were something to compare him to it would be drawn out of the deepest, darkest jungles of Africa. A place that is alien and strange to the early Celts who knew only of the glens and locks of their wild and druidic home.