Hot and Sexy Beast Story Bundle (Featuring 9 Hot Beast Erotica Stories)

by Christie Sims

  Reaching down, Lesley ran her fingers over her stretched pussy lips, she was still leaking the creatures cum and her clitoris was still throbbing in ecstasy. Would it be such a terrible thing if she moved in to the estate? There would be an entire staff to take care of the place...Lesley contemplated the smaller things only briefly as she thought about the number of nights that she would be able to sneak down to the cavern and entertain that monstrous cock of the hydra. If ever there were a good reason to move to another country, she reasoned, the biggest cock and best sex she had ever had would definitely be good ones.

  Lesley made up her mind. She would not return to New York, she would, however, return to the cavern tomorrow night and take on the hydras python cock once more...that was if she could walk by then!

  The End

  The Lunar Blessing

  She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, the afternoon sun beaming hot against her back. For what seemed like hours on end, the young woman shifted her gaze from the forest floor she crawled around on towards the basket that rested next to her. Inside the woven container lied a few mushrooms of various sizes along with a leaf or two that slipped in due to her weary state.

  Ever since she could remember, Annabelle had been scavenging the forest of Elmira in search for food that filled her family’s stomachs. Once in a while the maiden would travel to town to see if there was anything she could afford, but it was rare and every time she bought something, it was a humongous treat. Most of the time she barely collected more than enough fungus and other edible items that grew in the home she lived in, making flavorless soups and stews that took little time.

  Annabelle rose to her feet, picking up the basket from the ground and dusted off her skirt; it was time to return home. With a solemn sigh, the maiden glanced towards the blue skies then away, making her way towards home. She ignored the feeling of her muscles aching from bending down to get mushrooms and rising, taking slow yet steady steps.

  Silence was one of Annabelle’s best friends in Elmira Forest, at least until she came to the edge of it and saw a cottage in the nearby distance. A smile crossed the female’s lips as she heard two familiar voices welcome her home and two children raced towards her. One reached half of the young woman’s height while the other was a head taller, both boys, slim and slightly covered with soot.

  “Mommy!” they wailed, tightening their hugs.

  “There, there now, mommy’s home and got something for us,” Annabelle said, a gentle yet tired presence in her tone.

  The older boy was the first to move away from his mother and give a small nod as a sign that his understood. The little one shifted his stare from his mother towards the basket and saw that inside were the mushrooms she spent a few hours collecting in the forest. A look of disappointment crossed his face, his enormous eyes nearly breaking Annabelle’s heart.

  “More mushrooms?” he sighed, trying his best to sound grateful. “Do you think someday soon we’ll be able to have more than mushrooms?”

  “Henry, you don’t ask that! Mommy spent a lot of time picking those for us!” the older brother shouted then looked at Annabelle. “Don’t you think that’s rude mommy?”

  A faint smile crossed Annabelle’s lips before she knelt down and rested her free hand on Henry’s head. “It’s all right Luther, Henry was only curious. But it will be a long while before mommy can get something, can you wait until then?”

  Henry lowered his gaze towards the floor before he slowly nodded as a response then went inside. Luther turned his glance away his mother and followed his brother, not really surprised by her answer and started preparing for supper. Annabelle was the last to enter into the cottage as she removed her shawl and closed the door behind her, taking in her surroundings.

  The cottage was smaller than comfortable for the family of three that lived there. There was one room that consisted of a small worn down wooden table with four matching chairs and an ash filled fireplace. The only thing that seemed to give it a bit of a homey feeling was the thin patched up veil that separated the main room in two and behind it was a hay filled bed that they squeezed themselves into at night.

  Annabelle sighed then started her dinner, using a little bit of the water from the bucket to make a broth then added the mushrooms. Henry and Luther helped their mother, searching for a few scraps of other foods that will make the soup better in the few cabinets they can reach. The two dashed to their mother’s side, filling the pot with bits of cabbage they had saved a few days ago and pepper.

  A faint aroma filled the cottage as the afternoon settled into early evening and the soup was ready. The young woman asked her sons to set the table with a few bowls and a ladle and they obeyed. Henry aimed the giant cracked spoon at his mother before she took it and poured a bit into each bowl, streams of steam rising from the colorless soup.

  “Mommy,” Henry started. “Do you wish that life will be easier?”

  Annabelle hesitated to answer the question as she sat down with her sons and looked at them. It was not the first time that she thought about it and she doubted that this would be the last time. The female gave a small nod and cupped the bowl in her hands, blowing some of the heat away before drinking the soup.

  “I wish that we were rich,” Luther muttered then drank his dinner.

  The remainder of supper was silent as the three finished their soup then laid down for bed. Henry and Luther had no trouble lulling into a deep slumber, but Annabelle stood awake, a heavy weight upon her heart as she glanced at her sons. How she wished that life could be as simple as becoming rich, but the chances of that were minimum to none.

  The young woman remembered the last time she went into the village and asked a few of the townspeople for help, but they turned her away or told her that she did not belong. This made Annabelle ache with pain and she hesitantly obeyed, returning home empty handed and broken hearted. Only when she was there to purchase something did the villagers ever consider her existence.

  Annabelle rose from the bed and grabbed her shawl, giving a final glance at her children before she went outside. She needed to get those memories out of her head and find assurance despite how difficult it was. The young woman lifted her gaze to see moon cascading its gentle light over the valley and a warm breeze accompanied it. Despite the scenery being peaceful, it did not soothe her uneasiness and her thoughts swarmed ceaselessly in her head.

  “How I wish…” she started, her voice cracking.

  Her sentence was interrupted when she heard a rustling sound and turned towards the direction it came from. The young woman picked up the closest branch to her and took a few steps, the forest becoming suspicious to her until she took a final step and stopped, all emotions draining away into awe.

  Standing between a few of the trees stood a unicorn dazing back at her, its dark eyes contrasting to its white hair and golden horn. Never had Annabelle seen such a beautiful creature in the flesh as she was memorized by it and she dropped the branch. The animal blinked before it trotted forward and stood a few feet away from the young woman.

  Annabelle gulped before she reached towards the unicorn and it moved forward, pressing its head against the palm of her hand. She could feel warmth and comfort, but what was such a rare creature doing near the edge of the forest?

  I can sense your anguish human.

  Annabelle removed her hand away from the unicorn, her eyes widened in disbelief as it remained still.

  Come tomorrow and that pain will diminish.

  The unicorn turned away from the female as it started to disappear into the darkness, not glancing back at her. Annabelle hesitated before she hastened towards the forest and extended her hand out.

  “W-wait! I don’t understand! Please, tell me where!” she pleaded.

  The unicorn stopped, turning its head to face Annabelle. You will know. Until then, do not let go of your prayers.

  Annabelle did not continue the conversation as the animal vanished from sight and she stood alone in the ni
ght. What did it mean by taking away her pains? The young woman did not bother too long with the thought before she returned home and rested, a trifling slumber guiding her astray.

  ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

  Sunlight seeped through the cracks of the cottage as Annabelle shifted a little then woke up, the sight of Henry and Luther sleeping soundlessly giving her a sorrowful smile. The young woman sat up and stretched her arms before she shook her head at the sudden memory that developed yesterday. Surely it must have been a dream; unicorns were beasts that her grandmother told her that few encountered and those who met them became very fortunate.

  Annabelle did not ponder on the memory for too long as she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her basket, ready for another day of wandering the forest in search for supper. The female glanced at the multicolored dawn then ahead, the woodlands rich in greenery and filled with animals chatting.

  The young woman paused once in a while to examine the area and found a few more mushrooms much like the ones she saw yesterday along with a handful of berries that were saved from the wildlife. Perhaps if she could get enough of the berries, she would make a little treat that her sons would enjoy with their soup.

  Annabelle’s thoughts were interrupted as she lifted her gaze and froze; it was not a dream. The same unicorn that revealed its presence to her last night stood before her, grazing on some of the shrubs then stopped. The creature shifted its attention towards the female, the dark eyes it had somewhat soothing her.

  You came like I said.

  “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” Annabelle hesitated, asking the thought aloud.

  The unicorn remained finished chewing before it made its way towards Annabelle, this time stopping to where its nose met her elbow. The animal rubbed its head against the young woman’s arm gently, somewhat assuring and she believed it.

  Come.

  Annabelle obeyed as she dropped her basket of mushrooms and berries to follow the unicorn deeper into the forest. She looked over her shoulder once in a while to see that the path that she normally stood on was slowly disappearing, but she did not feel scared. The female, for the first time in a long while felt at peace, a surreal emotion that she nearly forgotten about when she had to provide.

  The sunlight that shone brightly only pierced through parts of the forest as the young woman and the unicorn stopped in an opening and the creature faced her. Annabelle stared at the forest surrounding her and shuddered; she did not recognize this place and the unsettled feeling she had often began to show on her face.

  Do not be afraid.

  Annabelle lowered her gaze, meeting the unicorn’s stare as she tried her best to keep calm in front of the creature.

  I have seen you wander through the forest for a long time and can sense your pain.

  “You’ve seen me?” she asked, a bit taken back by how submissive her tone was.

  The unicorn nodded before it knelt down and nodded its head as a sign for the young woman to accompany him. Annabelle did not waste time as she sat next to the beast and stared at it, some of her mixed emotions that quavered nullified.

  “Why are you interested in me?” she continued.

  I only reveal myself to those who are in need of a miracle, in need of a wish that is not from want, but from need. You’re searching for that wish aren’t you?

  Annabelle paused then nodded; she could not deny that living near Elmira’s edge caused her to grief about what would happen in the near future.

  Do you trust me to answer those silent prayers you’ve said?

  The young woman glanced at the beast. “Come again?”

  Do you trust me to remove this agony you are confronted with? Do you wish to be free from the chains that bind you to this present situation?

  Hesitation marked Annabelle’s brow; the question was a simple one to answer, but she could not find the words to say yes. What was it that this creature did that she was at peace yet it also made her ponder about other things?

  The question remained unanswered as the young woman nodded to the unicorn’s question and the animal rose to its standing position. Annabelle had to take a step back to see that the creature began radiating an aura that she never seen before and stood in awe.

  Surrender your doubts and pains to me. It is the only way.

  “Surrender my doubts? How? Where do I begin?” she pondered.

  I cannot do this in another form that will make you at ease. It must be done this way otherwise this will be all for naught.

  Annabelle did not know exactly what the unicorn meant, but she found that the shawl she normally wore she forgotten and looked around for it.

  Do you trust me?

  Annabelle froze for a moment then returned her gaze towards the creature and nodded again, this time the word yes slipping from her lips. The unicorn walked forward, pressing the tip of its horn gently against her bosom then moved downward. The young woman shuddered, the fabric that wove her top together unraveling and tumbling to the ground.

  A wave of gentleness filled Annabelle, not caring that her breasts were revealed in front of a beast she knew little about and moved forward. The female wrapped her arms around the unicorn, pressing her body against it and felt warmth that she had not felt in years. The dread she felt about returning home with little food disappeared and the future seemed to be unreachable as she was in this moment.

  The sound of a faint moan escaped the female’s lips as the unicorn fondled with the soft mounds of flesh, its hot breath sending goose bumps on Annabelle. The female shifted, bringing a hand beneath the beast and rubbed his underbelly, lowering her stand to a slight kneel, giving the animal soft kisses.

  The unicorn shifted about, nipping Annabelle’s sides once in a while whereas other times it rubbed its nose against her body. The female shuddered, feeling the creature’s warmth breath against her skin before she took a step back and stared at it. Her fingers traced to the sash that kept her skirt up then loosened the handmade belt, letting the fabric pool around her womanly figure.

  You do not need to do this if you feel uncomfortable about it.

  Annabelle shook her head. “I wish to do this. I need to let go of my doubts and surrender them.”

  The unicorn did not continue the conversation as it closed the gap between them, nuzzling the young woman’s shoulders then moved once more towards her breasts. A soft moan escaped from Annabelle’s lips as she moved closer to the stallion and rubbed herself against the beast. The creature was gentle and knew some of the spots that caused the female to moan and lose a little of her balance.

  A familiar heat rose in Annabelle as she took a step forward, crouching down beneath the unicorn and rubbing her hands down it. The female felt against the soft fur the creature’s genitals and grabbed it gently, pulling gently at it then back. A low grunt came from the unicorn before it lowered itself and forced Annabelle back to the tree, its tongue licking her upper thigh then closer to her vagina.

  Annabelle whimpered as the unicorn teased her, digging her nails into the tree and lashing her head back. The unicorn noticed her doing this and shifted upward, breathing hot breaths against her skin and nipped at her sides then her nipples. The young woman’s whimpered turned into loud gasps as she jolted and grabbed the animal, pressing her forehead against it.

  “Take it,” she muttered. “I want to be free.”

  The unicorn remained silent then made its way downward, breathing at first against Annabelle’s womanhood then pressed against it, smelling her scent. The young woman moaned, not letting go of the animal as she pressed her upper body against the back of its head and nibbled its ear, muffling some of her noises.

  She was about to break, Annabelle could feel it; the female spread her legs open, feeling the unicorn drive its nose deeper then shouted. The creature paused before it moved back, its gaze meeting the young woman’s then moved forward, giving Annabelle a gentle kiss. A soft moan escaped from the female’s lips before she saw the beast take a step back, the aura it had radiating br
ight.

  It’s time.

  Annabelle responded with a nod and turned her back towards the unicorn, taking a deep breath and resting the palms of her hand against a tree. She glanced over her shoulder to see that the creature closed a little bit of the gap then forward, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of her face.

  A silent moment loomed over the forest before the unicorn stood on its hind legs and its shadow covered Annabelle. The young woman jolted and gasped as she felt the beast’s genitals press against her rear; it was rough, firmer than any man who crossed her path and asked for a good time.

  The unicorn paused then pressed closer to her, driving its penis into her clitoris, at first being a bit painful for the female. Annabelle quivered between the anguish that the unicorn’s private part gave to her vagina, but at the same time it made her moan and whimper. She lowered her stance, her back arching and head facing down towards the ground.