Monster Sex Stories Page 14

  He would overcome her; that she knew. His brute strength and heavy features only intensified her anticipation. She bucked wildly and he responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head to one side while his teeth went to the creamy column of her neck and bit sharply at the delicate flesh there.

  “Oh you fucker!” Amy shrieked.

  His teeth came terribly close to her nipples, grazed them and then moved lower. She expected him to sniff her again but instead of repeating that animal-like gesture he licked her belly, leaving little quivering feelings racing along her body. When his tongue left wet trails along her swollen labia she gave in totally. Her eyes closed in blissful surrender and she grabbed a handful of his hair, arching her back to his face.

  He nibbled and licked her pussy and he wasn’t delicate about it. His hands held her hips hostage and she squirmed. The cruelty of his hands and the sweetness of his caresses was too much for her take, she came in a huge pulsing jet: creamy white fluids splattering his face and soaking the bed below her.

  “Welcome to my fairytale,” she said in a dazed voice and heard, she could swear it, an answering laugh from him.

  He knelt between her legs and spread them open wider. She didn’t try to fight him, her legs were so open that her pussy felt stretched but as he rubbed the head of his enormous cock against her slick opening fear hit her, he was so big and she had never had sex, it would hurt… before any of those thoughts could coalesce he thrust into her in one hard and sudden movement that sent pain spiraling deep into her body and screams rising from her chest and throat.

  He held her down, refusing to let her get away. She was impaled on his cock and she was positive that he had gone all the way to the hilt with that thrust but she saw he had not .

  His cock was halfway in her pussy; she could see the shaft of it protruding from his body. The rest was buried in her pussy. He moved again and another inch disappeared inside her golden brown curls and her walls were forced open further.

  “Oh that feels so good!”

  It did; everything in her wanted more even as she shrank away from the idea of it. His cock gave a hard throb inside her and she groaned as hot fluids erupted inside her. His cock didn’t stiffen however, he just seemed to view the ejaculation as lubrication and indeed it did act as such, she opened under his weight and unrelenting pressure.

  The bed squealed and squeaked as he fucked her harder and faster. Friction and heat combined, sending Amy over the edge again and again. His hands kept her pinned down and occasionally he would bite her neck or breasts, she knew she would bear those bite marks the next day but she didn’t care.

  This was what she had longed for: rough and tumble sex that was unapologetic and primal. Energy sang along her veins even as she came again, her legs wrapping around his thick waist and her fingers clawing at the rock hard muscles of his back and ass. She let her fingertips rest on his ass cheeks, feeling the flex and release as he drove his rigid member into her.

  His face was as red and closed as a fist, his teeth studded deeply into his bottom lip. He roared, a sound that shook the wall, and then he strained forward one final time.

  Gooey heated streamers of come splashed into her, splattering her walls and trickling out of her aching pussy.

  Amy lay there limp and exhausted, unable to move as she was trapped below his huge body. Eventually he moved away and she heaved a sigh of relief at that. He brought her a handful of water and she drank it from his palm and then he covered her with the blanket.

  She fell asleep within minutes.

  ***

  The sound of birds singing woke her up. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the ceiling feeling disoriented and slightly frightened. There was an unfamiliar ache in her crotch to go along with the unfamiliar surroundings and she lay there for a moment until it all came flooding back. She bolted to a sitting position, her eyes searching frantically along the cabin walls.

  The door opened a man walked in. She gawked at him, he was taller than average, a little over six feet tall. His blue eyes looked out at her from a deeply tanned face and even white teeth showed through his neatly trimmed black beard.

  “Good morning. I caught fish.”

  She shook her head. “There was an ogre,” she said in a small and confused voice and his shoulders stiffened but then he turned back to the fish he was preparing for the skillet that rested in the hot coals of the fireplace.

  “I know.”

  “It wasn’t a dream. I didn’t confuse you with a…a…”

  “A monster?” His voice was deceptively light.

  “No.” Her face went scarlet. “I…I mean…”

  “You got lost on the trail did you?”

  “Yes. I found this cabin and fell asleep and when I woke up there was an ogre in here. I’m telling you..” she realized she was naked and snatched the covers to her breasts. Then she realized he was naked. His lean body rippled with muscle and health. He had a broad chest lightly furred with black curls, broad shoulders and a taut abdomen with ridges of muscle that reminded her of corrugated iron. She couldn’t think of anything else to say so she offered up, “I’m Amy.”

  The fish went into the skillet and an appetizing smell filled the cabin. She didn’t know what else to do so she asked, very politely, if there were facilities and he opened the door and pointed to the stream.

  She wrapped a cover around her body and headed out into the glorious morning. She was confused, without a doubt, but she wasn’t scared. She dropped the cover, waded into the stream and washed a bit before heading back to the cabin.

  The delicious smells curling form around the open door made her belly growl loudly. She peeked shyly around the door and her host waved a hand at her, inviting her in. She entered and he put the metal plates on the hand carved and very rudimentary table. She had a whole fish, minus head and tail, split open to reveal flaky white flesh as well as some sort of starchy looking root and a pile of fresh grapes and dandelion greens.

  There was no silverware. She touched the fish, burned her fingers and ate the grapes and the greens, which had been lightly seared in the skillet with a touch of wild onions. She reached for the fish a second time and, finding it cool enough, she ate it with gusto, licking her fingers greedily between bites.

  “This is good,” she got out. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” His eyes were amused and she couldn’t help but notice that he kept looking at the bite marks on her breasts.

  “I need to get back; my boyfriend was with me and some other people. They’re probably looking for me.”

  “You weren’t hiking with a guide.”

  She blinked, how had he known that? “No, my boyfriend works as a set designer on a small budget film and a few of the people from there decided to come out for the day so we did.”

  “It’s likely they figured you were just pissed off and walking back.”

  Amy swallowed a hunk of fish and asked, “Were you following us? What’s going on?”

  He bit into a grape and she saw the gold ring on his finger. She stood up so fast her knees clattered against the table. “Who are you?” she demanded. “What do you want with me?”

  “My name’s Lucas. I saw you hiking yesterday and I also saw your buddies all laughing and talking as they got into their cars and drove away. I followed them for a little while when I saw you were headed up this way, although to be honest if you hadn’t found the place I would have come and found you.”

  “Why?” Her mouth was incredibly dry and she grabbed the small cup of steaming tea and drank a large gulp of it, her fingers trembled on the metal surface of the cup so hard it rattled against her teeth.

  “Because you were just what I was looking for. Your getting lost saved me a lot of trouble, kidnapping is so tricky.”

  She stared then laughed, it was ludicrous. “Are you crazy? I swear I …I was…”

  “Fucked by an ogre?” Amusement curved the corners of Lucas’ lips upward. “Yes. I know. I
t’s an old family curse. Tonight, when the moon is full I’ll transform once more. It happens once a month actually.”

  “Once a month,” she said numbly. “So, so tonight…”

  “Tonight your luscious little ass will have a hard cock in it, yes.”

  The words were deliberately harsh. Her reaction was immediate and shameful. She came. She gawked down at her crotch, incredulity filling her face. “Maybe I don’t want to stay here.”

  ‘It’s not your choice. It’s breeding season and I have never birthed an heir.”

  “Come again?”

  “That’s generally the way it is most effective.”

  “I’m leaving,” she announced. “I’m not having anyone’s kid and you can’t make me.’

  She got three feet from the door before he grabbed her and swung her over his shoulder. She sucked in air as she went flying through the air and landed, hard, on the bed. All her air went right back out in a heavy exhale. Her pussy ached with a keening need and Lucas levered himself over her, his handsome face inches from her own.

  “I’m in charge here, do you understand? This is not a request; you’re going to have my child. After that you can leave.”

  “You expect me to stay here for a whole year?” She yelled, “Are you nuts? I have a job and a family…”

  “It’s not a year for us.” His voice went low and quiet. “You’ll be okay and I’ll make sure you don’t suffer monetarily. You’re perfect, everything about you and while I wish you would chose to stay the truth is I can and will force you to because I can.”

  He got up and she immediately missed the warmth of his body. He turned and headed for the door, saying over his shoulder, “I’m going out for a swim and to sunbathe a bit. You’re welcome to join me if you like.”

  She got out of the bed slowly, her legs shaking with anger and anticipation. She walked to the door and watched him toss himself into the stream and began to stroke along the narrow channel. “Just my luck,” she said to the sky. “I find a guy I could love and he’s a monster.”

  She grinned and headed for the stream, deliberately rolling her hips. “Hey!”

  Lucas spouted water out of his mouth and stood up. His body shed water like a sheet and she looked at his slightly turgid cock as she asked, “So how come we have to wait for tonight?”

  “Who says we do?” Lucas asked and she smiled as he walked out of the stream and toward her.

  “Welcome to my fairytale,” she murmured as he pushed her to her knees and rested the head of his cock on her lips until she opened her mouth to accept it. Instantly her mouth was filled with his cock, he shifted his hips to go deeper and she had to stretch her lips widely. She had been a virgin until the night before but she had sucked cock before and it showed in her expertise, she licked at the engorged head and swirled her tongue down his shaft, using her hand to apply even more pressure, squeezing hard as she neared the head and then releasing. He sucked in a long breath to express his pleasure and she worked harder and faster, her head bobbing and bouncing.

  Her knees were pressed into soft grass and the sun shone down on her bare body. Wanton abandonment filled her and she worked harder, licking and sucking at the tiny and slightly salty drop of pre-come that dripped from the tiny slit in his cock head before ducking her head to lick at his balls.

  Lucas grabbed her hair and slammed his hips into her face as she suckled his balls, both of them resting inside her mouth at once. He could feel an orgasm nearing and he knew he had to take her so he pushed her away, she landed flat on her back in the grass, legs slightly akimbo, which was perfect.

  He entered her without any warm-up. Her pussy was wet and willing though and it only took a few thrusts for both of them to begin crying out in ecstasy. Their cries drifted on the small breeze and they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  “I am looking forward to tonight,” Amy said as she nibbled Lucas’ ear.

  “Me, too.” He swatted her ass and stood up, a few last drops of come slid out of his cock and rested on his strong thigh and she stared at it, wanting more but instead he took her berry picking.

  ***

  The moon shown down and the fire burned high. Amy writhed against the ropes that Lucas had tied her to the kitchen table with before he had left. The door opened and she looked up and then she burst into hysterical laughter.

  Two ogres, one of them obviously Lucas, strode into the room. The other was blonde and younger but obviously aroused.

  She wiggled her ass as they came closer, a clear invitation. And one they understood quite clearly.

  Bred By The Minotaur

  Virgin Breeding Erotica

  Lisandra knew her days were numbered. The kingdom where she lived demanded a yearly sacrifice of a virgin maiden, and her birthday fell during the time that a virgin was to be chosen. This year, she was the only girl who would be of the right age, at the right time. Or perhaps more accurately: the wrong age at the wrong time.

  Her mother had told her not to give up hope, that something may happen that would make it possible to spare her, but they both knew she was the only virgin who could be sacrificed and that the kingdom wouldn’t hesitate to give her up, to hand her over to the beast who needed to be satisfied. She’d resigned herself to her fate, but as the day drew closer, her anxiety rose and panic fluttered in her heart, wrapping itself around her in a tight bear hug, threatening to choke the life from her.

  No one met her eyes when she shopped in the market. They all knew she was the one, the virgin who would be sacrificed to the Minotaur in the labyrinth. They owed her their lives, but no one had the courage to even say thank you.

  On the morning the announcement was made, she was awake early; walking one more time though her lush garden, spending a moment in the barn with the animals who kept their eyes locked onto the troughs of food, refusing to look up and greet her, as if they too knew that the time was near. The royal courier soon found her there, reluctantly handing her a small white scroll, not meeting her eyes either. He was a little older than Lisandra; they’d known each other before he’d gone to court, but his name escaped her now. No matter. She sighed and opened the heavy scroll.

  There was no reprieve, there was no other option presented to her. She simply went to her mother, kissed her good-bye and left with the courier, riding in the small carriage with him to the castle. It was a silent ride and one that she felt powerless to fight.

  Lisandra thought about Galen, the love of her life. He’d offered to take her virginity, more than once, to avoid this situation from ever taking place. But they both knew that would be worse. She’d be shunned by the villagers; he’d be blacklisted from any appointment to the court and ultimately, they would both be hung until half dead before being drawn and quartered for going against the order of the kingdom without permission, especially at a time where virgins were few and far between. Instead, they’d satisfied themselves in many other ways, clinging to each other, anxious to find pleasure in each other’s arms.

  She’d said her good-byes to Galen many days before. It had become far too tempting to let him have his way with her and she dared not allow herself the thought of what she wished for him to do. As it was, the last time they’d been together, she’d been dearly tempted to have him take her virginity, just to avoid the sacrifice.

  Galen had met her in the ash grove, the same place they’d been meeting for many months. He held her a long time, running his fingers though her long hair, undoing the braid she wore, pulling the strands free until it hung down her back in an ebony wave. He told her over and over how much he loved her, how he’d miss her, how he’d never forget her. And, as always, he’d asked again if she was certain that she did not want him to take her virginity, to spare her from the Minotaur.

  “It would be a quick thing. I would be gentle; it would only hurt for a moment,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck, warm against her young, tender skin. His hands were roaming over her curvy body, palms on her heavy breasts,
sliding down her sides, reaching behind her to cup her ass. When he pressed her against him, she could feel this erection, hard and hot, forced against her stomach.

  “No.” She sighed, holding his head, winding her fingers into his thick hair. “It would be wrong and it would make things much, much worse. If things could be worse.” She pulled his face to hers, kissing him, letting his tongue play in her mouth.

  “You’d lose all the good will you have at court; I’d be cast out of my home. My family would suffer. As it stands, the sacrifice keeps the village safe for another year.” She hesitated.

  “There are rumors that the sacrifice really isn’t a death sentence…” Her voice broke. She took a breath and went on.

  “It’s said that some girls escape but they can’t come back to the village. That they go live in a different village, where no one knows them.” She looked up at Galen. He nodded, pulling her closer, resting his forehead on hers.

  “And perhaps you’ll be one of them.” He tipped her face to his, kissing her lips. She kissed him back; suddenly wanting to take him, there on the ground, drive the thought of the sacrifice out of her mind.

  She pulled Galen to the blanket they’d spread on the ground. He lay beside her, kissing her face, holding her against him. She impatiently pulled at his tunic, tugging it up his body. He sat up, pulling it over his head while her anxious fingers worked at the lacings of his breeches. He stood, toeing off his boots and then pulling his breeches down his legs.

  Lisandra looked up at him, naked in the soft afternoon light. His cock was rock hard, standing away from his body, rising from the thick thatch of dark hair where his thighs met. She loved looking at him naked, love the size of his cock.

  It was long and straight, simply beautiful to Lisandra. She’d spent long afternoons in the grove, touching him, stroking his heavy cock, watching it change from something soft, resting against his thigh, into something amazing and pleasurable. At her simple touch, growing harder, becoming erect, rising to stand above his body. She’d loved the feeling of power she had on those days, to arouse Galen with just her hands, to fuel his desire, make his cock hard and erect. And make him want her.