Taken by the Beast Shifter

by Alice Crowley

  This particular morning, Rachael was supposed to teach at Alchemical Yoga in Santa Monica, but her body was in pain. Yes, even the most fit body was in pain from time to time when it reached middle age. Even the most accomplished yogi had not achieved immortality.

  Yet.

  Plus there was the fact of the matter that the night before Rachael had gotten in to a deep and hard tantric session with one of the men who taught at her school, a twenty-five year old yoga coach named Jasper.

  This session had lasted two hours, during which the two of them had gone through the entirety of the kama sutra. Jasper was very limber and he had a seemingly endless supply of sperm. He'd ended up seeding Rachael's pussy over and over again from multiple angles as they switched it up and engaged in deep thrusting tantric intercourse at a feverish, thrusting pace.

  Yeah, Jasper was a real pro. He was the kind of stud that women called upon when they needed some serious engagement and interlude.

  But now Rachael was paying the price. And she really didn't feel up to coaching the women (and occasional man) of her yoga class on this particular early misty California morning. She was entitled to a day off, her body needed it after getting such deep satisfaction and reworking.

  She needed a recovery period, to rest her genitalia and let her labial folds snap back to reality.

  Rolling over in her bed, she reached for her phone and dialed a number.

  A man answered, but not just any man – Jasper answered, the very same yogic tantric practitioner who had brought her through the motions the previous day for hours on end.

  “Good blessed morning my madame,” Jasper said after his voice came on to the line. “Is your physical sleeve recovering well from our depth session yesterday?”

  Jasper was an interesting character, that was for sure. He was a heady mix of beguiling, playful, mischievous and masculine. He was like a shape-shifting trickster who could get in touch with his feminine side but not so much that a woman would feel like she was having a lesbian experience when he was eating out her snatch to sample her juices.

  “Hahaha you scandalous neo-pagan stud muffin,” Diane cooed through the line back to her secret weapon of a man meat sleeve. “Very funny. I haven't been through the sutra like that in ages. Thanks again, it was amazing and really opened up my soul for realignment. But there's always a reaction to every action. There's always a compensatory period.”

  “Oh no, your body is groaning?”

  “Yeah, all the moaning and now the groaning. When you're my age, you'll understand. Oh to be twenty-five again like you. Oh to be able to engage in hot and intense sessions on a daily basis.”

  “Well I apologize for that. Perhaps I should have gone easier on your root chakra with mine. Perhaps we should have only fucked for two hours instead of four.”

  “No, no. For god's sake, no Jasper. I needed it. My body needed you inside me from all angles like that. It was necessary for me to clear out my backed up tantric energy. But now I need a favor from you. I know you don't teach group classes, I know you are a private coach. But I need you to go in to Alchemy Yoga for me and take over the ladies in my morning class. How is your Ashtanga?”

  “I'm rusty, but I can manage. I specialize in tantra but I know the series.”

  “What are you doing now?”

  “I'm massaging my erect member as I speak to you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, your authoritative, voice seems to have activated my root.”

  “So you're going to go in to my class like a horny devil?”

  Jasper laughed.

  “Hey, you called me not the other way around.”

  “Well go easy on my morning ladies. They are all very stressed out from their office jobs. A few are housewives, some are professionals. And hey, if you pick up a few new students for your private practice, I'm not going to stop you.”

  “I'll bring my business cards, but I'm sure the staff at Alchemy wouldn't want me advertising my deep services”

  “What are they going to know? Advertise, by all means. They take too much off the top anyway. They deserve to get taxed by a lone agent like yourself. Now get going and cinch up that erection you're sporting. I know it must be difficult being a young hormonal man that has already mastered yoga well enough to intensify his tantric energies. Shit, you must want to release your seed 24/7.”

  “I'll get back in you on that,” Jasper said.

  “Damn straight. In the meantime I'll text you the details so you're not going in blind. Better if you know the names of the ladies before hand, to assist you in making adjustments to their bodily alignment.”

  “Alrighty. Enjoy recovery day.”

  “I will. Believe me I will thoroughly enjoy it, Jasper. My body will sorely miss your impact upon it, but I will enjoy the down time nonetheless. Now hop to it. The gaggle of hungry female students is awaiting your masculine presence inside their lives.”

  3.

  Digging It

  Down In

  All on her way to yoga class, Diane couldn't get here mind off of two things. One, her damn no good husband and his habit of sleeping in every morning. If only he would get up early and do some exercise, and engage in yogic activations, then he would probably fuck his wife more.

  It had been too, too long, really.

  And two, Diane thought about how her reflection had winked at her in the mirror before she turned on the water and stepped naked in to the shower. What the heck was up with that? The experience had perplexed her, really. She was still in shock regarding the matter, and she didn't know how to react.

  As she drove down the 405 towards the Santa Monica exit to get to Alchemy Yoga, she planned to talk to Rachael about this experience. Rachael was an older woman who had weathered a lot of spiritual realignments in her life, and Diane trusted her spiritual mentor's advice on matters having to do with the occult and paranormal.

  When one has practiced yoga for so long, spooky things can happen. Diane knew as much, and on that account she was glad Rachael would be there for her so she could seek countenance with a sagely woman of senior rank.

  Diane gripped the wheel and steered off the highway. She was wearing her usual yoga outfit of a tight leotard and a g-string underneath, with a similarly form fitting crop top over her tits. The g-string engaged her ass cheeks and anal chakra with proprioception, and frankly she liked digging it down in between her ass cheeks and setting the g-string on her anus while ding particular positions in class.

  It was all part of the experience, and stimulating her anus was more tantric, she knew. But hey, even though the class was Ashtanga flow, no sense in not killing two birds with one stone. Sometimes it could be inconvenient to activate root sex chakras during realignment.

  Sometimes it was just what the doctor ordered. Yeah, groups of women together sweating in a room was one step behind a full blown orgie of swollen proportions.

  Diane smiled. She'd engaged in sex rites with other women before. And maybe she would again sometime. Part of the turn on in that regard was that a woman was best at teaching a woman how to use her body and how to exploit her inherent need for multiple orgasms.

  Men, on the other hand, needed to be coached with a specific manner.

  But for now, Diane didn't need that kind of deep work on her tissues. She needed to access her higher chakras, really. She needed to expand and extend her crown chakra to a higher realm, rather than engaging in the grounding practice involved with sexual tantric rites.

  But damn, her vaginal folds sure did enjoy getting stretched out and rammed deep. It was a divine experience, deep inside her like that.

  Focus Diane, focus.

  Thinking about tantra while driving down Wilshire Boulevard on her way to yoga class was not a safe practice! It was distracting, and she wasn't in a Tesla, for crying out loud. Her car wasn't autonomous.

  She needed to pay some fucking attention to the road.

  Luckily her favorite teacher, Rachael Deckar, would be he
ading up the class today. Rachael really knew her yogic practices, and she'd been in the game a long time. Diane could always look up to her for spiritual guidance.

  But all of that was about to change. All of Diane's plans for the early morning were about to be thrown for a loop, because as she was about to find out, there was a substitute teacher at the helm who would be assisting all the ladies with their poses and repositioning them.

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