I groaned into his mouth as I felt the silky fabric fall away. I was completely naked, bare skin pressing into his soft fur. It was the strangest sensation ever, almost like cuddling into a life-sized teddy bear. I rubbed myself against him, enjoying the delicious sensation of his fur stimulating my nipples. They were pebble hard, aching little buds.
He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him. My legs lifted and I entwined them around his waist. His erection, stiff and swollen, rubbed at my entrance. He was ready, and so was I.
My breath fractured into small little pants as he held me to him. I rested my arms over his shoulders, and he lifted me a bit more so that he could slide me down onto his cock. It seemed impossible. How could something so gigantic, so magnificent, fit into my tiny little hole? We weren't created to mate, we weren't supposed to fit together, but in that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his cock inside of me.
I bit into my lip as he began to push the tip of his member into me. I could feel my pussy expanding as he forced his inches into me. I stretched around him, and it felt exquisite. Amazing, like nothing I had ever felt before. My eyes watered from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He licked my face, swiping away stray tears with his tongue.
His hairy fingers cupped my hips and he bounced me up and down, impaling me on his thickness. I groaned as I dropped my head back, my silky blonde hair swayed on the breeze. He grunted as he moved us, pounding his monster cock into my tight little hole. I yelled out, losing myself into the experience. I didn't care if anyone should happen to hear us. All I cared about, in that moment, was having his dick engorged into my pussy.
He slid his hands around my back and cradled my ass with his enormous hands, holding me tightly as he fucked me. I felt a finger slip between my ass cheeks and he began to probe me from behind while he reamed me.
I leaned away from him and arched my back, causing my tits to thrust into the air. He swiped his tongue across each breast, licking at my pert nipples, slathering them with the tip of his tongue.
It was divine, the feel of him everywhere, my naked, pale skin rubbing against his soft dark fur. It was obscene and wrong, yet it felt so deliciously, sinfully good. His cock shoving into my depths chased away all thoughts about right and wrong. I was getting what I came for. I purposely drove into these woods to see if Bigfoot was real, and by God he was real. And I knew that if I found him, that I'd be tempted to let it fuck me. Tempted? Hell, I practically seduced him by getting undressed first.
I grunted along with him, our voices mingling as he pushed his finger deeper into my ass. His body tensed as he quickened the pace, and I knew he was about to shoot his cum into my pussy. "Do it," I commanded. "I want to feel you cum in my pussy, Bigfoot!" I said to him, unaware if he could even understand me or not. I didn't care, I just rambled on mindlessly as I felt my own orgasm building.
"Fuck!" I yelled as he grunted. I could feel him shooting his cum in me, so much so that it filled me completely and dripped out of my pussy. The feeling of it warming my insides and rolling down my inner thighs was enough to send me spiraling over the edge of bliss. I came hard, my little body shuddering as my orgasm slammed through me. I fisted my fingers into his fur while I trembled.
He pumped into me several more times, as if milking all of the cum out of his still massive cock. My pussy fluttered around his erection, my inner muscles squeezing him intimately.
Once I caught my breath he pulled me off of him and sat me down on the pier. I crossed my legs Indian-style and threaded my hands through my sweaty, damp hair. As he stood before me, I ran my blue gaze over him and noticed the wet fur matted around his cock. I smiled sheepishly.
I thought it was over, but he had other plans. He cupped my chin and popped my mouth open while moving the tip of his cock to my lips. He traced my lips, smearing the mixture of our juices across my mouth, then laid the tip of his dick onto my tongue. I wiggled it, tasting our cum.
He made a growling sound in the back of his throat, and I surmised that he enjoyed the sensations. Encouraged, I flicked my tongue around the tip, rolling it around the entire head, then delved it into the slit at the very end. More liquid eased out and I licked it away.
I cupped a hand over one of his balls, intrigued by how large they were. He must have liked how it felt because more cum dripped onto my tongue.
I pulled back just enough to say, "Mmm you must like it when I suck your cock?"
He ran his fingers through my hair and held my head still while he pushed another two inches between my lips. I sucked him as best I could, trying not to gag as he hit the back of my throat with his thickness. Breathing through my nose, I undulated my tongue while tightening my lips.
Bigfoot jerked his cock from my mouth and stroked his inches with a big, hairy hand. Seconds later he exploded all over my face. I closed my eyes as his cum spurted across my nose, cheeks, and dripped down my chin. I could feel it across my torso and all over my tits.
I swiped my fingers across my cheeks and mouth, then sucked my fingers dry. He leaned over and licked my face, then lifted me up by the arms. He held me above his head, as if I weighed nothing. My pussy was against his face, and he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it between my folds.
I pushed my fingers into his hair and held onto his head as best I could as he gobbled my pussy. There is no way to describe the sensations that tore through me. My pussy soaked his face as he licked me clean, his tongue swirling around the sticky substance that coated my labia and inner thighs. His tongue was everywhere, lapping, licking, and thrusting.
My orgasm hit me sharply and I yelled out as I came. Waves of pleasure bubbled through me and as I shuddered. Tiny little spasms of pleasure fluttered in my belly. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed me to the point that I lost my breath. My vision blurred as tiny white, shooting stars raced in front of me, and then, everything went black.
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I awoke to the smell of my rented room- a musty, old aroma mixed with a hint of coffee. Dreams lingered for a moment then began to dissipate as I blinked open my eyes. Awareness hit me at once, and I realized that I had no memory of coming back to the cabin. The last thing I remembered was Bigfoot licking my pussy.
"Morning, princess."
My brows rose as I jolted up in bed. "Jake?" I stammered. "What are you doing here?"
He offered a small smile in greeting. "You had me listed as your emergency contact in your phone. The staff found you by the lake and brought you to your room. You were uh...naked, and passed out."
I blushed profusely.
He continued before I could speak. "There's a nurse staying in one of the other cabins. She checked you over, said you were okay, just probably passed out from drinking too much, but they decided to call someone just in case." He gestured widely, "So. Here I am." A smile tugged at his mouth.
I held the blanket close to me, "I am sorry you had to come all this way." My head ached, and it felt as if I had been on a binger, though I knew that I hadn't consumed a drop of alcohol. Confusion set in. "Wait a minute. Why didn't you just call Kym or my parents?"
"Because I wanted to see you, Whitley. I've missed you." His voice had that gravelly, low tone that made me weak in the knees.
I stared at the blanket, unable to look him in the eye. "I've missed you too," I admitted softly.
"Then stop this nonsense and be with me. Just be with me Whit," he pleaded.
"I...I can't."
"Why?" He sounded heartbroken.
"Because it is complicated."
"Life is complicated. That doesn't matter to me. Whatever is wrong, we can work through it. I promise. Just give us another chance. I can't let you go again. I won't."
I glanced up and our eyes met. I held his gaze as I said, "It isn't that simple. There are things you don't know about me. Things you wouldn't even begin to believe if I told you."
He raked his fingers through his hair as he huffed out a frustrated breath. "Hell, Whit. Do yo
u think you're the only one with secrets?"
"Maybe not, but this is different," I said. "This secret...it isn't even believable. You'll think I'm crazy, and probably have me committed somewhere."
"Trust me. Whatever secret you're holding on to is nothing compared to mine," he said matter-of-factly.
I thought of Isla, and how she confided in her husband before she married him. Could I seriously confide in Jake? Would he even believe me? "What is it?" I asked. "Because if your secret is that you made out with that girl from Tallahassee, don't bother. I already know."
He scoffed. "Bigger. Trust me. Much bigger. So, tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine, deal?"
My brow quirked. What could be bigger, I wondered? Had he slept with her? Ugh. I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly, gathering my courage to say the words. "I..." I cleared my throat. "The thing is. I uh. Uhm. Apparently, I have some kind of special gift that allows me to see monsters." I stared at him, my chin lifted with challenge, daring him to say I was crazy. He asked for this. "Real monsters. They are drawn to me...sexually. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. That time I went to investigate the Lizardman? He was real, Jake. I saw him...and I mated with him."
He stared at me for a long moment. I expected that he would laugh or think that I was joking. "I see." His face flushed, and his jaw tightened. Was he jealous?
"You believe me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
"How could you?" I asked.
"I just do."
"But why?"
"Because," he said as his eyes shifted color and blazed red. His nostrils flared and a tiny streak of fire puffed out from his mouth as he admitted, "The Lizardman wasn't your first monster, Whitley."
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From ApocaLips, part one
Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.
My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."
He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.
I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."
Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.
From ApocaLips, part two
He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.
I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.
An excerpt from ApocaLips 3
"Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."
"Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."
My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.
"Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.
"Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"
His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.
An excerpt from Depths of Love- A Paranormal Shark Shape-Shifter Story
She felt as if she couldn't quite catch her breath, as if she were light-headed and about to faint. The lights flickered in the bedroom as she tugged off the lacy material and tossed them on top of her nightgown. Her fingers roamed across her shaven mound slowly. To give him a better view, she spread her legs further apart. She ran the pad of her fingertip across her clit, the sensations eliciting a heightened, erotic pulse deep within her. "Is this what you want?"
"Every delicious part of you." He said in a sensual, deep voice. "I want to suckle your nipples and lick my way down your belly. I want to delve between your legs and lick your perfect little cunt until you beg me to stop. I want to bury my cock deep inside of you and make you mine."
"Yours," she said breathlessly as eased her fingers in and out of her pussy, pumping at a furious pace. "I am yours."
The lights flickered again, then dimmed before going completely out. Darkness consumed the room, though she didn't care. She was too caught up in her own pleasure to worry about it. She felt the mattress sink in, as if he was actually there.
Something in the back of her mind told her that it was impossible, that fantasies don't come to life, but at that point, she didn't care. He felt real. He was there in that moment and he was kissing her. She moaned into his mouth. He tasted of the sea; salty and masculine. His tongue probed hers as his hands slid across her body. He grabbed a handful of breast, his fingers tightly digging into her flesh.
With a desperation that she'd never quite felt before, she writhed her body against his, wanting to feel the length of his cock submerging into her.
"Please," she begged mindlessly as she raked her fingers through his hair. He'd trailed his way down her throat and covered her breast with his mouth.
"Please what?" he asked in between delicious little licks against her aching nipples.
Excerpt from Anaoksia and the Pterodactyl (Dinosaur Shape-shifter)
The creature flew forward and forced her back upon the pallet made of straw. Its webbed hands circled around her wrists as she lay flat against the floor, pulling her hands away, as if it wanted to see the look of terror on her face before he took her life.
Knowing that death was upon her, she mustered all of her courage and stared him down. If he was to kill her he would do so without fear, without pleading for mercy.
He hovered above her, long thin wings flapping on the breeze, causing strands of her hair to wisp about her face, his dark eyes baring down upon her.
"I wont scream," she said, hoping she could provoke it into ending her life swiftly.
Something nagged in the back of her mind, a lesson she'd been given by Malokiv, how he'd taught her to use anything within her means to bring down an opponent. She'd bested one of the other priests while in training not by using her majik but by letting her top accidently fall off her shoulder, exposing her breast to the trainee. It had distracted him enough that she was able to take him down.
Could her womanly allure work now upon a beast?
...he wasn't just a beast, he could also take the form of a man.
And men could be controlled and conquered with sex, or so she'd assumed anyhow, not that she'd ever been with a man. Or creature.
With stubborn determination, she lifted her foot and stroked the creatures underside, having no idea how to arouse him, but she had to try.
It jerked, as if surprised by her soft touch.
She continued to rub her toes along its scales slowly, caressing it as best she could.
"If you release my hand I could touch you better..." she said, forcing her voice to be as seductive as possible. "If I am to die here, then at least let me know the touch of a male before I should pass into the Underworld."
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