He grunted and growled, shoving his fists in harder, further.
Ella cried out, struggling to breath, struggling to make sense of her reality. She knew this was what she wanted though. She would never tell him to stop.
She would have been incensed if he did.
There was a gutteral sound as her fluids lapped against the skin of his knuckles, which he jammed together, pressing like a vice one fist to another and sandwiching the tissues of her internal genitalia.
“Oh shit it's both big!” Ella screamed. “Both those fists are so big deep down there!”
“Yes Ella!” Frederick shouted. “Receive his might! Subject yourself to his overwhelming might!”
Ella was under such pain, that each moment seemed like an hour. Time slowed, it almost stood fucking still as she was jam packed with Michael's virile masculinity.
She kept screaming, and he kept going. He kept growling, he kept hurling his meaty balled up fists into her.
And slowly, the pain started to dwindle. Slowly, Ella's tissues began to release their tension in order to accommodate his anatomical girth and width.
The suffering, the torment was replaced with pleasure. Ella was filled with him, she had no room left for another alpha in her body nor in her life.
Her screams turned to moans. His knuckles were jammed damn strong on her G-spot and she fucking came hard. Her body sloughed out vaginal secretions as she squirted past his fist and onto her inner thighs, the fluid of full feminine ecstasy and hormonal harmony.
“Yes it makes me big inside!” Ella bleated. “Your fists make me come big from in me inside me.”
Her words were garbled, almost gibberish. Almost nonsensical.
But one thing was for sure.
Ella's gaping pussy and asshole would never be the same again after this ordeal.
And neither would her mind.
Neither would her soul.
39.
Fists
Covered
In
Fluids
After it was all over, Michael could not believe he had done it. His two fists were covered in Ella's body fluids, as well as his own.
He had done it to her.
It was now over.
She was breathless in front of him, with her anus visibly gaped so he could see all the way down into her. Michael reached back out to her again, to help her stand up.
Ella wavered on her feet, staggering, struggling to remain upright and almost passing out.
Michael held her erect, looking into her eyes. She returned his gaze, then reached and grasped one of his wrists. Weakly she lifted his hand up to eye line, and turned her gaze upon it.
“This was inside me,” she said, her voice hoarse, weak.
Michael nodded.
“Yes,” he said.
He felt calm, cool, collected.
Released.
Ella pulled her hand closer to her face, her mouth. Then she licked it, tasting her own residue, and his, in her mouth and on her tongue. Michael let her take his first two fingers inside her oral cavity, so she could suck on them, so she could know where they had been just moments before.
“You were marvelous Ella,” The Professor said, coming forward from his spot at the end of the sacrificial altar. “Your body is positively perfect for gaping rites. And you, Michael, what a performance. I trust you feel much better? More relaxed, are we?”
Michael looked over to Professor Redding and nodded.
“I am,” he said. “I think I can learn to control my powers, as long as I channel and focus them, as long as I release the pressure inside.”
Ella pulled Michael's spunk lathered fingers out of her mouth, smacking her lips. Michael looked to her again.
She smiled at him.
“Tasty,” she said.
And then she crumbled on to him, into his arms in full, her knees buckling. She was so weak because of what he had done to her, because of how hard he went when he drove himself into her deep.
“She needs water,” Professor Redding said. “Michael, please carry her and follow me back to the living quarters. It's time we make plans for what to do next.”
40.
Wide
Gaping
Of
Her Body
It took awhile for Ella to recover enough from the gaping of her body wide to be able to walk on her own. Her cunt and her ass hurt a lot, and Frederick applied a burning herbal salve to them that he said would help her heal from getting stretched out by Michael.
Still naked, Ella was lying over Frederick's lap on the leather couch in the living room, as Frederick explained what the couple should do next. While he spoke, he gently ran his finger with the medicine onto Ella's swollen, aching labia and burning rectum.
Ella's face was resting in her crossed arms on the couch cushion next to where Frederick was sitting and working on her, while her legs were stretched out down the other side of his lap. Her tits were pressed into the cushions, too, so that her ass was just over his thighs and he could apply his attention to her nether regions.
Meanwhile Michael sat in a chair nearby, drinking a glass of juice to replace the electrolytes he'd lost when he dove all the way inside Ella.
“You two,” Frederick said, still working to gently finger the lubricating salve into Ella's ass, “Will take my car and drive away from here. The further you can get from Indiana, the better. The people who created Michael, whoever they were, will come to collect on their investment.”
“What if the police stop us?” Michael asked, slurping from the glass.
“Chances are they will not, with you two driving my classic luxury car. Such an antique item garners utmost respect on the roadways.”
“Where will we go though?” Ella asked, turning her head so she could speak up and over her shoulder to the man who was massaging her genitals.
“To the headquarters of my secret society, in Hollywood, California,” Frederick said. “There's not so much I can do to help you two here. They have more resources, more at their disposal. We are called Scientosophists, by the way. And we work behind the scenes in society, with many of our members numbering among the global elite. Our job is to fight for the equal access to universal and ancient wisdom, for all mankind.”
[For more on this cult of Scientosophists and their orgies, see my 10-installment LA Sexoterica Series ~A.C.]
“I always thought you were part of a secret society,” Ella said.
“And I always wanted to recruit you, Ella,” replied Frederick, gently patting her on the cheek. “But I was unsure if you had the physical constitution to be able to undergo the sexual rites. Only now, you and your new friend have most certainly proved me wrong.”
“You won't go with us?” Michael asked, setting the glass down.
“No,” said Frederick. “I will stay here and use my local contacts to try and suss out who exactly might have given you this blood transfusion that turned you into a wild, sexually depraved, enraged beastly man. Trust me, my friends. I will get to the bottom of this.”
Again, he patted Ella on the rump. The salve was tingling, burning.
But she knew she could trust Frederick, in all his wisdom.
Ella knew that going to Los Angeles was the best possible idea for them, given the unique circumstances.
41.
Stick
Shift
Finale
The road was long, and the drive from Indiana to California would be two days and two nights.
Michael and Ella took turns at the wheel of The Professor's big black classic Lincoln, which was comfortable to drive in such open road conditions.
Elle especially seemed to be nervous and paranoid. Michael was too, just not as much. Each of them tended to glance in the rear view mirrors, to see if they were being followed by other black cars. Newer ones.
Official ones.
Michael didn't know what was in his future, or what he would find in California. He'd never been to the west coast.
Not to mention the east. This was all a grand adventure for him, and he imagined himself to be much like a prospector, going west to the promised land, the frontier, where a man could find his fortune and his salvation.
Or die trying.
Ella for her part couldn't keep her hands off his dick, and she would stroke him off as he drove. She was good at it, and when he told her he was going to blast, she dove her mouth on to him and swallowed his hot load into her gaping guts.
The two of them were perfect for one another, and now that Ella had been dominated and gaped, her body would always be more ready to take his fists when he needed to unleash his fury, his ferocity.
It was a beautiful thing, what the two of them had going. They were like a real life Bonny and Clyde, a modern day couple of outlaws.
Michael didn't know how long he would have to run. Maybe forever. Maybe the shadow government who created him simply wouldn't let up. Plus, it was clear that many people would be interested in him, including Uncle Sam's enemies.
But for now, the walls weren't closing in, just yet. And maybe they never would. Maybe these Scientosophists would have some answers.
No one knew, neither Michael nor Ella. Not for sure.
For now, it was to California, to the newest coast of the new world, to the part of the globe that was colonized latest in the game. It was following in all the footsteps of the hippies, the actors, the musicians, the misfits who couldn't fit in in any part of the past.
Being a mutant, perhaps Michael would fit in just fine among that crowd. He never would have expected it, growing up bucking hay and all.
Never in his life would he have expected to be California bound, with the hand of an older college professor woman stroking his dick, behind the wheel of a cherry Lincoln Towncar from the late 1950's.
This was about as American and America could get.
And soon it would be Hollywood.
END.
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AUTHOR’S
NOTE
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Just a quick note. This novella is a loose sequel in a series that began with my bestselling title Taken by the Alpha Shifter. This story takes place in the same erotic and esoteric universe as the rest of the Beastly Lust Series.
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About
Alice
Crowley
Alice Crowley is a former sex worker and high end call girl who has serviced customers on multiple continents. She used her body to infiltrate the upper echelons of the global power structure, where she exerted great influence in geopolitics.
Currently Alice resides on the Oregon Coast of the United States, where she regularly practices tantric rituals. Young studs travel from far and wide to service her there, and get tutored in the way of sex magick and the occult.
In her coven Alice trains young women and men in the art of occult erotic espionage, cultivating their talents in the use of seduction as the way to exploit the most primal drive that smolders within us all: the thirst for fornication, procreation, and insemination.
If you or someone you know might have the talents necessary to exploit the gravity of carnal lust for specific purposes, you can contact Alice on the astral plane. She rarely responds to emails or phone calls. Only on a psychic level can she meet you. Therefore if you wish to speak with Alice, it would be best to engage in magical ceremonies and meditative rites, tapping into the collective consciousness that permeates the world.
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DOUBLE FIST
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Crowley
1.
Her Body
Felt Tight
It was another long day waiting to happen. The same routine for Diane Foley. The same sitting in a chair staring at a screen. Her job involved so much computer work, which was luckily interspersed with the sporadic meetings, travel and going to job sites to observe progress. Diane was a wedding planner, but so much of it involved ordering items, filling in spreadsheets, and just staring at that fucking glowing screen for what seemed like forever.
Her back hurt. She had slept well next to her husband but her back hurt her. She felt like she needed a realignment, so she decided before standing up out of bed to go take a shower that she would attend an early morning yoga class. She hadn't been in a few weeks. Too long. Her body felt tight.
Bill was sleeping soundly still. He always got up later than her. He was snoring in fact, and they hadn't fucked in what seemed like forever. What was it about modern society that was so un-fucking sexy? There just wasn't anything stimulating about wedding vows.
Diane was tight. Yeah, that was all. It wasn't about sex, it was about her chakras. She needed her body realigned, that was all. She didn't need anything more. She didn't need to be drilled or anything.
She stood and stretched her shoulders. Yoga class was going to feel good, deep in her loins. Going in to downward dog was exactly what she needed, to counteract the office work she did day after day. And to counteract the lack of bedroom antics in her love life with her husband.
She glanced at Bill as she stood erect beside the bed. He didn't even stir. He didn't even notice that his wife had stirred and awoken. He snored in his own little world, perhaps dreaming of a stable of harem maidens with virginal genitalia at his beck and call.
Modern men were overgrown teenagers, Diane thought. That's all.
At least there would be no sexual tension at the yoga class. It was taught by an older woman who was a good spiritual, shamanic guide for the students. There were no young alpha studs in the class, no men with toxic masculinity that were inclined to dick whip whatever scent they picked up on with their flaring nostrils.
Diane walked towards the bathroom, then inside and shut the door behind her. She was wearing only her panties, no top, so her swollen breasts swayed with each step. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked refreshed, for a forty-three year old woman. She hadn't aged badly. She was confident with how her appearance was, and her breasts did still stand up perky.
It was just that she felt old on the inside, in her joints.
“Not too bad,” she said to her reflection. Then she thought of that cartoon from her childhood. “Mirror mirror on the wall,” she said, “who's the fairest of them all?”
She winked at herself, then her reflection winked back at her.
Wait, what?!
“What the fuck?” she said.
She could have sworn she only winked once. Not twice.
She brought her hands up and rubbed her eyes. Was she hallucinating? Was she still in dreamland or something like that? This was truly bizarre.
Then all of a sudden her nipples got hard. Harder than they were when she walked in to the bathroom. And she was overtaken, she was seized, with the urge to satisfy her self. She was empowered with the hasty desire to stuff her fingers deep in her cunt and massage her G-spot, finger it just right.
Why oh why was she randomly horny like this while looking at her own reflection in the mirror?
&nbs
p; This was truly, truly bizarre. Beyond bizarre really. There was masturbation while fantasizing about some random hot stud, and then there was masturbation while looking at a reflection of yourself. The second option was just way too much of a mind fuck for Diane to handle this early in the morning.
“Fuck,” she said, “I really have to get my ass to yoga class for some seriously deep chakra realignment.”
She went to the shower then got in and ran the water piping hot, stepping out of her tight panties and kicking them off to let her cunt flap free and air out. Steam emitted from the flowing faucet and began to stick to her naked skin. She felt the heat, the pumping steam wash over her pores.
Before getting under the flow of near-molten emission, she took one more look back over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror over the sink behind her. Maybe she would wink at herself again, she thought.
But the steam was already covering the glass, so she could no longer see if that was indeed the case or not.
What an ultimate mindfuck.
2.
Multiple Angles
As They Switched It Up
Rachael Deckar was a yoga teacher and tantric coach who lived in a guest house behind a mansion in Pacific Palisades. She was a true yogi, very much in demand for her services in the Los Angeles area and beyond. She was fifty-eight years old but she had the body of a woman ten years younger. She'd taken care of her self, and women often came to her for advice on how to delay the aging process.
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