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Since Amazon has made it almost impossible for me to put my erotica on sale with, and I am tired of fighting them. I am now working on a visual novel. These are some of the early images representing the stories in my first story series here: myBook.to/Bundle1

Work is slow but I will post progress as much as I can.

Monstrous Lust: Dreams of Lust.

Disclaimer

This story contains both parts 1 & 2. Part 1: https://embeastly.tumblr.com/post/662064252140601344/monstrous-lust-realm-of-lust-part-1 was banned from sale. I don’t know why. So far this story has released just fine. Hasn’t been banned yet. Nevertheless, it could do so a month down the road… Anyway, while it is available, here it is… Enjoy reading a sample down below. 

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Synopsis:

There be monsters in this story, monsters and lust. Just as the series, by author E.M. Beastly, are known for. Tentacle delights and eldritch pleasures haunt a woman named Eve. Taking her to the outer limits of a forbidden imagination where an ancient god wishes to bring unimaginably sinful pleasures to her human body. Once she succumbs to its eldritch love, she will wish to share it amongst others. Her friends from her past will do. She will enter their dreams to show them such wonderful, lust-filled nightmares.
The Dreams of Lust is the first two chapters in a very Lovecraftian tale of eroticism. It presents the same eldritch and otherworldly ideas as the H.P. Lovecraft. Only here, instead of the weird horror and existentialism crafted in the macabre pros of that late author, the Dreams of Lust take the stories into taboo territory.

Sample:

Eve stoodexposed to this alien wilderness for what seemed like hours. Alien life stirredin this wilderness, coming closer to surround her. Eve was vulnerable prey, andas they stepped out of the mist into her tiny circle, there would be noescaping them. The first was a towering ogre-like thing. Its skin is slimy andgelatinous. It carries itself on powerful dinosaur legs, but the torso isnothing but squirming tentacles. Rows of tentacles sprout from its largemuscular back, and its two arms are the largest of the waving tentacle scene.From the squirming mass out poked a shark-shaped head, sharing the rows ofsharp teeth in its massive jaws as its less alien aquatic counterpart. If notfor his four eyes and differences in skin color and texture, its head couldalmost be mistaken for an actual great white shark’s. The real prize of itsfeatures were not the tentacles that made up its two arms or sprouted from itsback and chest. It was the horde of squirming ones between his dinosaur legs.These were cock-shaped, squirming and throbbing things. Eve realized she wasgoing to experience a real tentacle hentai.

More strange,eldritch things began to materialize from the mist. The pack of monstersgathering around the larger one was more manageable in size. They too hadshark-like heads with many eyes, but they lacked the tentacle appendages.Definitely not of the same species as their mouths weren’t toothy. Rather, theyhad the sucking mouth jaws of the remora cleaner fish that swam with sharks.Perhaps there was a similar relationship between these monstrous things. Theirbodies were mostly humanoid, if not lanky, bulbous, and covered in a dark blueand green slimy skin like that of an exotic tropical frog. They only had onevery erect phallic appendage between their legs, one that glowed withbioluminescent light. It was glowing as toxic green as their four eyes. 

That was asmuch of an introduction Eve was going to get. One of the lanky beasts with aglowing cock leaped on her. He was strong and swift. She was bent down on allfours like an animal while the monstrosity shoved his glowing cock into her.Immediately he started thrusting with eagerness. Eve expected more to join him,sticking their alien cocks wherever they could. They, instead, chose only tostand and watch while stroking their odd cocks in their claws and tentacles.Maybe they wanted to see how she would react. Yes, Eve was naked andanticipating this world of lust and monsters. Her fantasy had just come true.But fantasy and reality are rarely equal. The savagery and the animalistic wayshe was being bred, and with no foreplay or buildup, was not what she had inmind. Hell, her pussy wasn’t even properly wet with excitement. With so much totake in, observe, and be frightened of, there was no way for anyone to be readyfor alien cock ramming and breeding them, regardless of how much of a slut theywere.

She yelled outfor it to stop. It hurt! He was being too rough. His cock pushed into her toodeeply, and the glowing aspect of his cock was for more than show. His cock washot! It was not hot enough to scald her, but it came with a tingling sensationas if it was shocking her. She looked behind her to see what noises were comingfrom their union. Instead of the slapping sounds of his hips hitting her ass orthe sloshing of cock in a wet pussy, there was the loud snapping of sparks. Theslamming of the monster’s cock into her insides produced the same effect as ahammer hitting flint. An explosion was going off inside her vaginal cavityevery time he thrust deeply into her. It was getting more intense each time.Faster and faster, the alien thrust with an animalistic eagerness. His hotpiston ignited with heat and pressure to blow up inside of her. Eve continuedto yell out. Her body cramped from the burning wave of sensation coursingthrough her pussy, clitoris, labia, and into her womb. It got to where shecould not even feel him thrusting anymore. She could only feel the burning,electrical shock from the explosive energy the monster raged in her loins. 

Eve wasterrified. The pain was getting to where she felt she might faint. Her wholebody hurt. Then something popped and sizzled inside of her; An unusual spark orexplosion went off inside of her pussy. An intense and uncontrollable sensationtook hold of her. She felt like she had to piss. The monster ripped his dickout of her, letting Eve fall to the fleshy earth to shake uncontrollably. Hot,sizzling liquids sprayed all over her backside. “The monster must be cumming onme,” she thought. The liquid gushing out of her pussy she couldn’t tell if itwas her own fountain of juices or the monster’s seed. It did not feel thick andhot, nor did it sizzle like the juices on her back. The fluids gushing out ofher were cool and soothing, putting out the heat and fire he had pumped intoher. It felt so good that she tried to piss harder and turn herself into ahuman fountain. She could feel the cool, wet, juices pooling around her feetand knees. She didn’t care. Finally, she could relax and let herself fallface-first into the moist fleshy ground to let all her muscles unwind. She wasnot at all paying attention to the monster still throwing streams of sizzlinghot jizz all over her backside. 

For a moment,nothing else happened. Eve was allowed to rest motionless on the warm ground.But that moment of quiet didn’t last long as another monster picked her up frombehind. If it was the same one or a different monster didn’t matter. His cockglowed just like the first.  She was lifted up so that his hot glowing memberprotruded from between her legs. Looking down, she could see that her pussymound was swollen and red. All of it, including the insides of her thighs,glistened with moisture which sizzled and steamed when it touched that glowingcock. The cock sparked and shot out bolts of green plasma that tickled herthighs. It felt very warm as the creature rubbed his shaft against her swollenmound. 

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What is lust? Can it be more than a desire? What if it was a place? In realms beyond imagination, beyond the dreams of humankind where eldritch gods live, there exists such a place. It is full of monsters. Eve is a woman haunted by visions of this place and by the monsters. She does not know why lust desires her. It has always called out to her, and she has always yearned for it. But the truth of reality will not meet her fantasy’s expectations. After all, she is just a mortal woman entering the realm of sex-craved beings from beyond the stars. Their alien anatomy will cause sensations of ecstasy in her body beyond the limits of her sanity.

Sample:

After thelight from the machine zapped her, Eve stood naked on an alien plain. No amountof effort would allow her to regain a sense of place or time. The only thingrecognizable was the lewd and sexual symbolism that everything had. Every shapeand form seemed to be fucking. The land and the sky was a surreal, abstractpainting of penises and vaginas. Nearby foliage, if that is what it could becalled, took the shapes of large pink and purple dicks curling up from theground. Many were as thick as cottonwood trees. The long phallic branches sweptalong the ground like weeping willows. Limply they hung down in clusters, someletting their tips sweep across the ground. A phallic alien worm slitheredunder one of the heavy branches to which the branch struck out fiercely,piercing the monstrous worm in the head. The creature was at first pinned down,and it violently squealed out. But soon, its head, of which Eve could notdecide if it looked either like a vagina or a luscious big-lipped mouth, beganto swallow the phallic branch. Its body expanded with the girth of the thing asit quickly swallowed the length of it. Their coupling bizarrely resembled asurrealist painter’s depiction of a condom being put on a cock. The penilebranch even took up an erect composure in retaliation to being consumed.Quickly it spewed forth a strange sap from its tip that inflated the tail-endof the worm as if it were a balloon. More limpdicked branches andvaginal-mouthed worms would go through this transformation all around Eve. Theworms squirmed and wriggled forth from many holes found in the soft, fleshyground beneath Eve’s feet. Some of them even brushed against her naked feet,causing her to jump from feeling the texture of the warm pulsating flesh. Allof them sought to be penetrated by the limp-dicked foliage and make them goerect. Each one quickly ballooning their wombs full of the semen-like sap untilthere was a canopy of round, fluid-filled bubbles above Eve’s head. 

This caused arapid transformation of an already confusing terrain. Before, Eve had beenstanding naked in what appeared to be a mostly barren place. She thought shewas on a small floating island under an alien sky. Eve could still see othersuch islands floating well above her when she looked between the canopy oforbs, whose thick semen-like contents began to glow. The land around her hadtransformed from an alien plane to something that tried to resemble a denseforest. The geology shifted to become somewhat hilly and stretched well beyondwhat she believed had been the borders of the floating isle. Alien plants andflowers began to sprout and blossom around her toes while a misty darknessenveloped everything around her. 

Eve stoodexposed to this alien wilderness for what seemed like hours. Alien life stirredin this wilderness, coming closer to surround her. Eve was vulnerable prey, andas they stepped out of the mist into her tiny circle, there would be noescaping them. The first was a towering ogre-like thing. Its skin is slimy andgelatinous. It carries itself on powerful dinosaur legs, but the torso isnothing but squirming tentacles. Rows of tentacles sprout from its largemuscular back, and its two arms are the largest of the waving tentacle scene.From the squirming mass out poked a shark-shaped head, sharing the rows ofsharp teeth in its massive jaws as its less alien aquatic counterpart. If notfor his four eyes and differences in skin color and texture, its head could almostbe mistaken for an actual great white shark’s. The real prize of its featureswere not the tentacles that made up its two arms or sprouted from its back andchest. It was the horde of squirming ones between his dinosaur legs. These werecock-shaped, squirming and throbbing things. Eve realized she was going toexperience a real tentacle hentai…

Some time ago, the story series “Little Devils Do It” (First picture above) was banned from sale by Amazon. I don’t know why. I tried to work with Amazon to find out why. But Amazon was obtuse. Therefore, I have re-released it with a different cover and name. (and yes, Amazon told me I could do this, so it should not lead….hopefully, to further woe.) So now, if you never got a chance to read / buy the first time, here it is again. And I have even added a bonus story; my latest “Demon of Lust,” short that was published not long ago. 

I will post the full first part of the series here for you to enjoy again.

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….Part 1……Devils Do It in my Closet

At the end of her first month living in her new home, Sheila lay fascinated on her bed as she watched the strange little imps perform for her. Two small creatures that were no bigger than young children were making love in the middle of her bedroom floor. Actually, they fucked like porn stars. The female had her legs splayed open with one leg held up against the male’s chest and hooked around his shoulder. Her other leg was allowed to hang down. This forced her to lie on her side. It looked rather uncomfortable with her legs and hips lifted up to meet the males thrusting dick while her big smiling head rested in her arms on the carpet. She was enjoying it though. They always did even if the cock inside her small body was insanely too big. Big things apparently do come on small packages.

Everything about these strange monsters was disproportional. These small, child-sized imp’s bodies were covered from head to toe in dark-bluish fur. Massive round heads sat on small torsos with stubby arms and legs. On their heads, they sported massive bat-like ears and a huge toothy grin, but the eyes are small and beady; coal-black and sinister looking. Overall, they look like dark and evil humanoid koala bears with massive toothy maws that could completely bite your hand off past the wrist if you reached out to try to pet them. Terrifying and horrid little monsters who constantly tormented Sheila in her bed, and yet, somehow cute when they made their high-pitched growling noises of pleasure while they fucked themselves silly.

The first nights few nights were terrible. Sheila had no idea what was going on. In the night, something scuttled around in her bedroom. A large animal, too big to be rats, they scurried from out under her bed or came out of her closet. When she turned on the light, she could find no evidence of them. Nevertheless, as soon as she tried to go back to sleep they were moving about again.  

By the end of the first week, she could hear them whisper. Sometimes she could even hear them fucking, though she didn’t know that was what they were doing at the time. Sheila had armed herself with a flashlight and kept it near her pillow to shine on her frighteners, but nothing was there when she actively searched for their presence.

They have never attacked her or even touched her. Yet, as the nights progressed, their whispers became louder and more legible. Sheila tried to explain it away as night terrors produced by bad dreams, or her mind creating things from the oddities of this strange old house. She didn’t want to believe the growling noises whispered her name.

It was on that first full moon that she saw them. The closet door opened, it wasn’t the first time she saw it do this while she huddled afraid of the scurrying shadows. This night nothing came running out of the closet. The two creatures stayed right where they were up on a high shelf. Sheila could see them clearly, particularly the wicked grin of the male staring back at her. He sat there with his legs dangling off the shelf. His cock, large and stiff, almost came up to meet his pointed teeth.

The teeth of another came down to nibble at its tip. The female sitting by his side reached across his lap to slowly devour that big cock. Her long, prehensile tongue came down to engulf it. It wrapped around the base like a serpent. She swallowed him slowly and watched Sheila’s reaction as she did through the corner of a beady black eye. Just above her head and behind her bat-like ears, the male was staring at Sheila too. The further his mate sank her teeth down the length of his cock, the more Sheila could see of his terrible grin. It was an ominous forbearance of what was to come.

Sheila was frightened; there was no doubt. The impish creatures persisted night after night in tormenting her. Their games and ploys got worse with each night. They even began to whisper to her that they would do the same nasty and perverted things to her. This, of course, was then followed up with a visual demonstration, one that Sheila couldn’t ignore. They made a terrible ruckus as they rolled on the floor or fucked on her dressers and bookshelves. Screeching and crying, they grinned wickedly back at Sheila just before the male whipped his dick out upon the small body of his mate and made a terrible mess of her.

Sheila thought she must be dreaming. No evidence of these demonic little imps ever remained when the sun rose, and they made big messes that should have left something for her to prove they had been there. The little cretins’ bodies seemed full of cum. Some nights there was so much cum splattered across her walls she thought all her belongings must be ruined. Nevertheless, for all the messes they made and all the mischief they played upon her, they never touched her. Like in the folk legends of old-world vampires, they would not cross the threshold of her mattress or covers unless she invited them in. Sheila was tempted sometimes, but only because she wanted to know if they were real and not some fancy of her imagination. They drove her mad with their insistency that she come and play with them. All she had to do was leave her bed, invite them to her bed, or turn out her light.

A frightening prospect; Sheila knew exactly what they would do to her. The little monsters were not shy about letting her know just how thoroughly they would violate her womanhood. What would that mean for her? They whisper to her that they only want to play. They do it only for the pleasure of the flesh and the satisfaction of lust. They seem hardly trustworthy. Their devilish grins are too wicked to voice truth. Besides, where did they come from? Why do they haunt this house? Why do they haunt her? These are all questions Sheila has had to ponder. Yet, the reason she has not fled from this terrible place is that for all their wicked mischief she has found them rather fascinating.

They teased her only with words and lewd shows. Sometimes they made idle threats about what would happen if she let the lights go off. Sheila made sure she always had fresh batteries for her flashlight in hand every night. Yet, in the end, it would be her choice to let them defile her body. From what she had seen, even if they were dirty and nasty little fucks who fiendishly gave no quarter to their sexual partners, they were indeed having fun and enjoying every bit of their lustrous games.

* * *

“So what does Sheila think?” the beady black-eyed imp said as it rolled around on top of her dresser that was next to her bed. He flopped over onto his stomach and prompted his big smiling face on his arms to smile back at Sheila as he waited for her to reply. As usual, Sheila was shy and silent.

“You would be tight. You will feel good. Play with us you should.”

Another pair of gremlins did it nearby. The male rested with his back against a bedpost while his lust-driven lover provided him a show, while at the same time she let her ass sit down on his big cock. She made many strange noises. The male reached out with his tongue to lick the jostling body bobbing up and down on him.

“You could be her,” the one sitting on her dresser pointed out, “So much fun. So many games we could play. Come off your bed and turn off your light. Join us Sheila.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions,” Sheila retorted.

She didn’t pay much attention to the two gremlins having fun. Besides, there were more than just the two fucking in her room. She had grown too accustomed to seeing them do it all over her belongings to pay much attention anymore. Yelling at them to stop didn’t do any good either. All that had ever accomplished in the past was disturb other members of her family in the house. Sheila was tired of trying to explain that these monsters existed to those who would not believe her.

The gremlin answered her with his usual big smile. It was devilishly wicked and it definitely hid something from her.

“You see all we tell. We want to play games with you. We like you.”

“Then why won’t you tell me more about you? Who are you? What are you? Where do you come from? Why… why do you want to… play with me? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Again with the wicked grin, “We never get to play if we leave. We don’t leave our home. Why you not leave? You stay here. We play games and you watch us. You must like our fun?”

“No, I can’t leave. I live here too. It is not so easy for me to just leave whenever I want. Nobody believes me that you exist and I can’t just leave.” You don’t understand.“

"If stay you play with us, we insist. Won’t stop, will persist. Sooner or later you let your guard down.” His wicked grin became more sinister than before.

“Ok, ok, I get it, but then what? What happens then when you finally get me?”

The little creature perked up. His sadism turned instantly into an utmost delight. “We have fun. We have fun always. You regret not having fun with us sooner.”

“Ok, ok. Fine, I get it. That is all you ever tell me. You are never going to leave me alone…”

The gremlin sat on the dresser, his smile growing ever wider as his held and waved his dick in his small hands. He knew she had been considering doing it for the last few days. He had always been confident he would finally get her to consent.

“Tomorrow… maybe. Tomorrow night, and only if you promise to not go crazy, or that nothing bad will happen to me… You’ve said I wouldn’t have babies either, right? I don’t want to have babies.”

The imp laughed and continued smiling. “No babies, only games, we promise.”

“And I don’t want to do it here. I know nobody else can seem to see or hear anything going on in here, but I don’t want to take a chance.”

“Go down underground. There is a secret place, nobody find us there.”

“Down underground? What do you mean by that?” Sheila asked.

“You journey down the steps that take you to part of house that is underground. Find our secret door.”

“Oh, you mean the basement.”

“Yes, basement, yes. You find our secret door. We show it to you only if you come. You promise to enter if we show it to you? Don’t bring light making stick. Better, if you don’t bring clothes either. You won’t need them,” he said with disgust as he made an obvious nod toward the flashlight turned on by Sheila’s side. She kept the beam of it buried in her blankets so as to not chase off her intruder while she discussed terms with him. Having it on and at the ready kept her safe. These things would have jumped her long before now if it wasn’t.

“Alright, I will think about it… but I won’t promise you anything.”

It was then that a light came on down the hallway from Sheila’s room. A familiar drowsy voice came to scold her again.

“Sheila, would you please stop making such a racket. I don’t know what you’re doing in there but please just go to bed.”

With that, the impish creature sitting on her dresser had disappeared as though they had never been there at all. It had probably been the loud orgasmic cries of one of the groups having sex near the bedroom door that had awoke those down the hall. Most nights that was usually the way it went. Sheila always tried to explain things to the other members of her household, but she could hardly believe it herself. Without any evidence, proving little monsters were fucking in her closet and under her bed was impossible. Maybe it was all in her head.

* * *

Sheila had checked the basement during the day; searched it thoroughly, but did not find any secret door. Disappointed, she expected it was much like the gremlins themselves. It would stay hidden until they wanted to show it to her. This made Sheila uncomfortable and she regretted ever suggesting she would come down here at all. The day dragged on. Sheila anxiously reconsidered the basement idea. There was time, she hadn’t promised anything, she could still refuse because if she followed them into the dark, she may never return. So when bedtime came, she crawled into her bed with her flashlight in hand to wait until the little monsters awoke her as they always did.

She couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the first time, but tonight was different. She knew the monsters would show, they would pester her about the basement. They were too much like children in that way; always nagging and persistently annoying. However, she knew better. If she left the bed, they would get her.

Time passed but no gremlins. Sheila sat up and scanned her room. They hate the flashlight’s bright light and would squeal anytime it hit them. Tonight, she couldn’t push them out of their regular hiding spots. They could not be found. She waited longer. It had to be a trick. They really couldn’t be thinking she would come to the basement.

By three in the morning, they were always giving her the worst torment. Sheila had grown accustomed to being awake by then. Yet, still no gremlins. This never happened in all the nights she slept in this house. They wouldn’t just leave her alone. She laughed and fell back in bed thinking it a good thing to finally be rid of them for once. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop thinking about them or what mischief they had to be planning.

“Do I really want to check to see if a door is now in the basement?” she murmured to herself. “If I don’t go, they will return - I just know it. But they know I didn’t promise them anything. They should be here trying to get me.”

Again, she looked her room over with the beam of her flashlight. She dared to peek under her bed; hoping one might not jump out and try to grab her as had happened in the past. No usual cute sounds of sex came from her closet. None rolled around on her floor fucking next to her bed. Neither was the little shit she called Nat writing his name in cum on her walls. Thank god that their messes disappeared with the morning light.

Sheila couldn’t handle it. She didn’t know why, but after a month of their constant nightly company and terrible persistence to get her to play with them, she couldn’t handle them not being there. She couldn’t decide if she feared them or had developed a fondness for them. They were cute in their own crude way.

“What am I doing?” she asked herself as she finally let curiosity overwhelm her. Carefully she stepped off her bed and winced expecting one of them to come rushing out at from the shadows: Its big dick waving about as he cackled with lust in his eyes.

Nothing stirred. She put her other foot on the carpet and then made a couple of steps. The house was the quietest it had ever been. Slowly she worked up the courage to move to the hallway and towards the basement. Her flashlight was ever at the ready, just in case.

The basement was intensely dark. She flipped the light switch on, off, and on again, but nothing stirred. Sheila grabbed her crotch. If she went down there, she knew what was going to happen. They would finally get her. As she grabbed her crotch, she thought about the big cocks that would be filling her down there.

“It won’t be so bad. It will be fun. They are always having fun. It’s just sex with monsters. What could go wrong?” she nervously told herself.

She imagined herself being swarmed. When they got into it in her bedroom, they went out of control. She once witnessed a small female creature brutally fucked repeatedly. Three to four of the males wrapped themselves around her body. During her strenuous fucking, three of the males managed to shove all their cocks into her small pussy. The poor little critter, she let out such a high-pitched shriek that woke the rest of the house. Sheila got the blame for it as per usual.

In the basement nobody else would probably hear Sheila’s cries if the horde of minions became overly excited and took her in droves.

“Alright, here I go,” Sheila said to herself as she took her first steps down.

Halfway down the stairs she saw it. On the back wall was a door, or the outline of one. She could see it only when she didn’t put her flashlight’s beam on it. In the dark, the cracks of the outline glowed a faint blue. It was a small door; she would have to crawl through it. First, she had to figure out how to open it. There was no handle, and anytime she tried to put a light on it, the door vanished. Sheila didn’t have to ponder her situation long. It opened on its own and the head of a little bat-eared gremlin popped out.

It was the one she called Nat, the most mischievous of them all. He partook less in the orgies and gangbangs, and spent the nights tearing up her room, playing in Sheila’s panties, or playing pranks to try to goad her off her bed. Sheila wasn’t so certain she should trust him when he offered up his paw for her to grab and lead her through the portal.

“You came, you came!” he said smiling with excitement.  "Others thought you not come, but I know better. I know, yes. Come in, come in.“

He reached up and gently wrapped his stubbing fingers around Sheila’s own. It was the first time she had actually touched one of them. His grip was soft and gentle. It was almost like holding a cat’s paw. The greeting was not what she expected. Yet, there was still time for them to swarm her if they poured out of the shadows surrounding her.

She crouched down to her knees, making herself even more vulnerable. Then she crawled into the dark doorway with only Nat’s tiny paw pulling her in. She could see nothing but his glowing eyes. Surprisingly they did not have they usual wicked look. They were bright and beaming, a joyous emotion. Sheila wasn’t sure she felt the same way, but at least Nat’s expression helped calm her for what was to come.

Sheila kept imagining that she would become pinned in this darkness. It would be then, when she was completely helpless and trapped, that the masses would come for her. They had threatened to tear her clothes off before and then ravage her like a wild animal. From what she had seen in her room, she believed it.

What was at the end of the cramped tunnel surprised her. It opened up into the mouth of a cavern. Everywhere there were mushrooms, large and small, all of which gave off a phosphorous faint blue light. It was a dim light, but there were so many mushrooms that Sheila could see everything just fine.

The cavern continued forward, traveling downward into nameless depths and getting narrower as it went until reaching a point where ghastly green water flooded it and barred further passage.

"Don’t go there,” Nat said, “Maybe explore later, but fishy ones maybe too much for you now?”

“Fishy… ones?” Sheila asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s play now,” Nat said as he turned to face her with a familiar grin.

There were more than just mushrooms in this cavern. All the other gremlins were waiting here too. They lounged on glowing cave mushrooms that lined higher up on the cave walls. None were up to their usual antics of sex and mayhem. Most appeared casually relaxed as they patiently awaited the show with Sheila at the center.

“Ok, take off clothes now,” Nat said smiling at her with the biggest grin.

“I… don’t know. I don’t think I can do it,” she replied nervously as she held her arms tightly around the waist of her nightgown, protecting it as if it might somehow fall off her on its own.

“It’s ok. You come so far now. We never hurt you. I be gentle. You see. You will like,” Nat said, taking her by her hand and insisting she followed him over to large grouping of mushrooms. He was not aggressive. He tugged more like a child excited to show something to her. Like a resistant mother, she slowly let herself be dragged along.

“Sit here,” Nat demanded.

“Here?”

“Yes, make you comfortable; soft and spongy.”

Slowly and hesitantly, Sheila sat on the glowing toadstools. She didn’t think it would support her and jumped when she thought it was slumping under her weight. It was just soft and spongy like Nat had described. The fungal material squished as it molded around her butt and thighs. Nat waited for her to rest her back comfortably against other mushrooms clustered behind and to the side of her. He then crawled up onto her toadstool trying to push her legs apart so that he could be in-between them.

“Don’t resist him,” said a cute feminine voice typical of the females of Nat’s kind. One of them had snuck up on Sheila and was now sitting close to her on her right side.

“He just going to pleasure you,” said another who snuck up on her left.

“Always you resist. Don’t understand why you don’t want to play with us. Don’t be afraid anymore. Play with u.,” said the first. She reached down with a paw and began to fondle one of Sheila’s breasts closest to her. The other one quickly followed suit. Both began to make their weird purring sounds as they kneaded and groped her breasts.

“Here we go,” Sheila quietly said to herself. Her body tensed up in anticipation for what was to come. Her legs trying to clamp back together as Nat crawled further up her nightgown.

“No, No, you keep open,” Nat said as he pushed with both his tiny arms to keep her legs spread wide. Sheila couldn’t see what he was doing as he had by now fully crawled up into her nightgown. His soft furry paws dug into her bare legs. She could almost feel his hot breath bearing down on her exposed panties.

One of the persistent females bit down over the breast of her nightgown. It was not hard, but it surprised Sheila enough to cause her to jerk and spread her legs wide again. Nat now had enough time to quickly come down and bite down on her as well. He landed his rows of sharp teeth across her crotch, piercing the linen of her panties so that he could tear them off in a single mighty tearing action. Sheila couldn’t see Nat’s face under her gown. Nevertheless, she could only imagine the smirk of success plastered on it.

“The two females began to purr loudly with excitement over what was about to happen. They began to fondle Sheila more aggressively in perverted excitement. Their strange bodies hugged her while they licked her body through the linen of her gown. Then they began to chew on it as if ready to tear it from her shoulders.

Sheila laid on the warmth of that glowing mushroom breathing heavily in deep anticipation for whatever Nat was going to do next. She expected his big cock to be pushing against her. Her fear of the anticipation made her sweat. She cried out, "Get it over with.”

The two girls stopped their biting to look up at her. Their beady black eyes were very close to her own as they spoke. “Patient now. Enjoy this you must. You are scared and that makes you dry. He hurt you if you try to go inside you now. You must relax. Rest and enjoy us.”

Sheila could only whimper as these two females continued to cling onto her chest and smear their naked bodies all over her. She could feel Nat poking and prodding under her gown. She didn’t know exactly what he was doing and was getting only more nervously impatient because of it. Around her in the gloom were more smiling faces lit up by the blue glow of the mushrooms. Wicked and toothy grins clustered around her, all waiting to see what happened next, all whispering about how she would react to it.

Nat’s tongue was wet and hot. He did not immediately begin licking the opening of her womanhood. Instead, he pushed it all around her pubic mound and sometimes let it slip down to her asshole.

Nat’s tongue was a long and prehensile tool. Sheila was familiar with his kind’s use of it. Their tongues looked like black spindly worms that they liked to use to explore strange places on each other’s bodies. The females, in particular, liked to wind theirs around the male’s dicks like serpents coiling around a log. Using their tongues instead of hands and fingers to jerk the males dry; squirting the amazing load into their awaiting toothy maws.

There was no doubt that Nat could and would snake his tongue deep inside of her. She had seen that done before. The strength of their tongues would sometimes cause the little females tummies to bulge as the males played with their insides. The females thought it fun to chase the lump poking up from inside her. Giggling, they chased it as a cat does for a finger when it moves under a blanket or rug.

Sheila had no idea if he could do the same to a human woman. The anticipation to find out was killing her. All Nat did was tease her as he licked all around her womanhood; pressing and prodding his tongue against skin centimeters away from the sensitive parts of her sex. She whimpered and the two little females giggled, suckled and fondled her breasts they had still not yet exposed through her nightgown.

Leering eyes all around watched in anticipation, some stimulating their dicks and pussies as they watched. They were all waiting for her to react in some exciting and sudden way. Something they wouldn’t have to wait long for.

“Oh, ah, that’s deep; really deep” Sheila cried nearly throwing the two females off her as she reached up to grab Nat under the cover of her nightgown. He had stabbed her with his tongue and it traveled deeply inside of her. It was an impossible feeling, an illusion of her nerves. Yet, it seemed like more and more tongue slithered into her. She felt no pain, only surprise and a sensation that no human tongue could produce. She writhed against it unsure to call out for him to stop. It was such a new experience; like a flavor her taste buds had never known. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

Nat reeled his tongue back into his mouth, scraping its strange texture back against Sheila’s vaginal walls as he did. Somehow, this wrung out all the saliva absorbed inside of it. Sheila was now officially wet, though not from her own juices. This didn’t mean he was done. He continued to play and lick her for a considerably long time. He teased her some more, then lanced and swirled his black tongue around her clitoris or weaved it in and out of her labia. He started to really play upon her pleasure sensors. He had succeeded in making her wet with his spit, but now he needed here relaxed and loosened up. A good orgasm or two was the key.

Nat was a monster of sex and lust, thus a master with his tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing. With him hidden under her gown, Sheila could only use her imagination to understand just what he was doing down there. She twisted and turned under the agony of his pleasure.  The two girls hugging at her sides tried to keep her settled, but instead, could only try to prevent themselves from being bucked off. Sheila’s screams and groans echoed in the cavern, drawing closer those watching her. Some couldn’t hold back and began to jerk themselves or their neighbors off with greater intensity. One horny gremlin almost blew his load all over Sheila and her companions, but another female quickly stopped him by throwing him down and shoving his spurting cock into her wanting pussy.

Sheila was panting and sweating too much to notice how close she came to a cum shower. All she could do was whimper and whisper, “please be gentle.”

Her two female companions were quick to finally do something more than just suckle and tickle her through the fabric of her clothes. Their teeth and claws finally set about tearing them off. They peeled her nightgown off her as if she were a ripe fruit plucked freshly from an orchard.

“I go slow. I won’t scare you anymore.” Nat said with his big dick in his tiny paws. “We practice first. Then, when you like, we play. You will be good at it, you will see.”

Nat eased the tip of his big dick towards Sheila’s womanhood. She could see he had done a thorough job of making her wet. Her pussy, pubes, and everything else around her crotch glistened in the gentle blue glow.

“You rest and don’t worry. I make it fit. We go slow at first. It will be… ok.” Nat said without his usual mischievous grin. It the first time Sheila felt earnestly that this creature was actually concerned and committed to making sure her experience was good. As promised, he took her slowly, letting her see every action of him inserting his cock into her womanhood. Every push, every shove, every bulge and pulsing vein she could clearly see squeeze into her tiny pussy. She thought maybe he was being too slow and cautious, but this was only because he was having trouble fitting himself all in her. These little cretins really did have too big of dicks for their bodies.

“Aaahhh! So tight! You are so tight. I knew you would be. I knew you would be fun playmate. None the others believed me that you would be fun. Now they see. Aaahhh, aaaah ya!” Nat cried in triumph, finally stuffing what he could into Sheila.

Sheila could only blush and whimper in Nat’s triumph. Indeed, he was a very filling experience, something she would never experience elsewhere. He did not hurt her in his endeavor. As he began a gentle thrusting motion, and the heat and pleasure slowly rose through her body, she wondered why she had been so afraid of them.

…but then she remembered.

“Oh, gonna cum! So tight! So good!” Nat began to exclaim.

Yes, these little gremlins could cum. The amount of white flow that they could shoot out in think ropes from their throbbing dicks defied logic. Their bodies were simply too small to produce that much jizz. There was no telling what the seed of these things could do inside her human womb.

“Please don’t! Don’t cum! Especially not inside me!” Sheila exclaimed in panic while reaching out to grab Nat’s dick from throbbing inside her.

“Can’t stop. Gonna cum. Must cum. If not in then on!” Nat said not protesting. He even helped Sheila in pulling out his dick from her body. As was inevitable, it didn’t stop him from cumming. For the first time, the gremlins finally got her.

“Aaahh, Aaahhh, I’m cumming!” little Nat cried.

All Sheila could do was to try and shield herself from the blast. She raised her arms as rope after pearly rope streamed across her body. Wide white streaks striped her stomach and outreached arms. The two little gremlin girls let go of her to stand up and squeal with excitement. They let the white rain hit them and reveled in it as it glistened their bodies like frosting on pastries. They also tried, and with some success, to pull on Sheila’s arms so that the ropes of cum could coat her breasts and spray her face.

The crowd went wild, and some of those watching her from all around couldn’t help but begin their own antics of fucking, sucking or making out. The two girls who had stripped and coddled Sheila cheered. They then reached over Sheila’s stomach to kiss and lick each other. Nat only sat there between her legs holding his dripping dick.

Some of his cum had successfully dripped into Sheila’s mouth. She choked and gagged on it out of reflex. She didn’t want to admit that had a strong and milky flavor. Her first thought was Irish cream mixed with a dark rum. Was it possible to get drunk off it, she wondered? If so, maybe that explained some of the gremlins antics.

“Oh no! What am I doing? … What have I done?” Sheila said amongst the chaos while sitting up to look upon what had been wrought upon her body.

Nat looked at her curiously, his head cocked to one side.

“What? You not have fun? Me sorry, next time we cum together. You just so tight, I couldn’t help it.”

“What will happen to me?” Sheila cried in dismay. “That is why I have never wanted to do this. Why I am so scared. I have bred with monsters, and though you pulled out before you had a chance to cum inside me, what will become of me now?”

Nat and the others looked at her confusingly, and then they began to all laugh.

“That it? That why you never play with us before? We not want to make you prego. We tell you that. We wanted fun. That is all we ever try to do.”

“You don’t think it is possible? I mean, I still don’t even know what you are, or where this place is. Maybe you don’t either. You don’t know. Maybe… maybe, somehow I will turn into one of you because of this, and I will never be able to go home.”

Nat laughed again and then looked at her with a resolute smile and said, “No, you fine. You can go home again.”

“And… how do you know?” Sheila said while wiping spunk from her face. She was almost ready to cry.

“You not first to live in house. We not first, ah… monsters, to go looking for fun.”

“…What do you mean?” Sheila asked.

Nat only glanced towards the deeper part of the cavern where the green water lapped at the cave walls. The others turned and looked with him.

“There is more here, so much more beyond here. They visit here too, sometimes. No, you not first. You not last. I got to play with you before they did. It don’t happen that way other times. We first this time.”

“…Wait, you are saying others, other girls came here before me, and you played with them too.”

“Not us, them. They went in deeper than this to play with them. You meet them soon, probably.”

“And then what happens?”

“You play with them.”

Sheila paused to reflect on her situation; re-examining where she was and what she was doing before asking, “…. Did these others ever come back?”

Nat looked at her silently. Sheila could see he was contemplating how to answer. She never could get a straightforward answer from these cretins.

“Yes. yes, they come back.”

Sheila wasn’t convinced he was telling the full truth. There was more to this than just games.

“Please, can we have more fun?” Nat grumbled. “All these questions are no fun.” His dick was already hard and ready to go again.

Sheila again fell silent. She was already here in their den; already naked and covered in Nat’s cum. It actually surprised her that he was so polite about it. Why wasn’t he and the others ravaging her repeatedly as they always threatened they would?

“Alright, alright, no more questions. I did come here… to have fun,” Sheila finally said in defeat.

Nat and the others cheered as she repositioned herself back on the glowing Toadstools where Nat could penetrate her again.

“But please be gentle… and you’re certain I won’t get pregnant or anything weird from this?” she said as she wiped some of Nat’s thick cream from her bosom.

“Yes, do not worry.” Nat said hurriedly, not even looking up at her. He was too busy being excited for his second round to have further conversation with her.

Sheila realized she would have to play this by ear. If she wanted to learn more about these monsters, or what other things lurked in the bowels of her strange new home, she would have to play their games.

“Aaaahh, Aaahh, yes, still tight! You still good and tight,” Nat cried as he pushed his cock back into Sheila’s womanhood.

The crowd roared from above her, they were more excited than before. Nevertheless, they refrained from interrupting the two of them; keeping their games of lust to themselves so that Nat could have her all to himself. Therefore, they fucked and sucked each other off while cheering from their luminous bleachers.

Indeed, the feeling of fullness produced by such a small creature was amazing. Just like before, it made her forget her worries. If this was all there was to these monsters, nights of shameless pleasure and playful debauchery, maybe doing this was all right. Nevertheless, something stuck in her mind as being not right. There was more to this than Nat was letting on.

It was too late now. If this was a trick, it had worked. Sheila came down into the basement knowing that it would end this way. Sheila’s only wished that it wasn’t this much fun or felt this good. Now that Nat had gotten over his initial excitement of feeling her tight flesh across his thick cock, he was an awesome fuck. There is something to be said about having good sex. And though Nat was some devilish little monster with purple fur and an evil grin, he was the best sex partner anyone could ask for. Masterfully experienced and with a girthy package, he drove Sheila wild. He made sure to wipe any fear or doubt about her experience from her mind. He even kept his word about cumming when she came; though not before making her squirt a time or two beforehand to make up for his pre-ejaculation. It was no worry, she had forgotten. When it came time again to release his load, it was she who grabbed his throbbing dick and prevented him from pulling out.  

“No, it’s ok. I think you’ve earned it this time,” she said. Whatever fear she had was melted away by her experience.

“Besides,” she thought to herself while Nat pushed himself to his hilt deep inside of her; making the most absurd and cute noises she had ever heard.

“Besides… if this is what it takes to learn the truth of this place, or what will happen to me, then this is going to be a hell of a lot of fun.”

The pressure of Nat’s cum-load was enormous. Nat couldn’t hold on as the pressure blew him and his cock off of her. He reeled over backward from the toadstool bed. His cum spraying like a fountain as he tumbled onto his head like a clown. It was all as if from the scene of a dirty cartoon.

Covered in cum, her womb full of cum, and cum still spraying everywhere from Nat’s uncorked cock. Sheila had to revel in the mystery of where the tiny females must store it in their tiny bodies. They could take far much more than this in their tiny pussies and never leaked it out like she was right now.

She panted and laughed in the afterglow. So did Nat still sitting on his head. The audience joined in with their laughter, many of which were finishing up their own rounds of orgasmic pleasure of fucking and sucking.

When they all finished and Sheila was allowed a moment to sit in quiet contemplation of what had just happened, she said, “Well, I think I can go again. After all, I don’t think I can get more cum covered than this.”

But she was wrong. Sheila had just invited the crowd to cum down. Just as they had always threatened, they ravaged her thoroughly. Sheila fucked and sucked so many cocks that night, and she had fun doing it too.

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Cora is an adulteress. She cheated on her husband with the wrong man. Yes, it was true that her husband hadn’t been satisfying her for years. It was also true that this man she cheated with had a very large surprise in his trousers, almost inhumanly so. However, this stranger she cheated with had a wife, who also happened to be a diabolic witch. Now Cora has seven days before the curse placed on her soul will send her straight to hell and in the arms of a lust-hungry demon… The thing is, maybe the demon can fulfill all her wildest fantasies.

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The demon completelyignored the sigils and magical wards Maleva had put in place. Even theenchanted chain leashed around the goat’s neck was snapped apart as if made ofpaper. Maleva loudly expressed her surprise that that was not supposed tohappen. Then the demon grabbed Maleva while mocking her. Telling her he was notthe demon Asmodeus or any other demon that she knew. He was somethingdifferent, something new that neither the seven heavens nor the nine hells hadencountered before. Then, before Cora’s eyes, the creature tore off Maleva’sclothes while he told Maleva that she would make a fine addition to his harem.

The goat’s cock was themost twisted and misshapen thing of the goat’s body. Its thing looked vaguelylike a human cock, but it sprung forth from a wooly sheath. It was grotesquelylarge, both in length and in girth, much larger than Adam’s. There was no wayhe could penetrate Maleva without causing harm to her. Nevertheless,supernatural forces were on full display, and the goat-thing made it happenbefore Cora’s very eyes. Maleva, full of shock and horror, tried to let out ascream. Her voice sounded as if that huge cock was being choked down her throatrather than being stuffed in her pussy. As it buried itself deeper,disappearing inch by magical inch, a clear fluid gushed out, almost as if hiscock pushed it out of her body. Even Maleva didn’t understand it. It forcedher, with much effort, to groan out, “What are you doing to me?” Then her mouthopened wide, her head tilted back while her eyes rolled as her whole body beganto shake. It was doubtful that she heard the demon reply, “I am making yourbody adapt to mine, and now my lust will be the only kind that can sateyou.” 

With his cock fullyinserted all the way up inside her body, he had her literally dangling off hiscock. The lips of her pussy kissed the woolly sheath that twisted thing hadsprung from. It should be impossible for Maleva to survive it. His cock had tobe as long as the distance from her knee to her thigh. The girth was equal tothat of Cora’s fist. Yes, she had small hands, but it was still slightly widerthan a water bottle. Mayhaps it was killing Maleva. Maleva let out a finalgasping plea. “Take my book. Take it!” while she dangled almost lifelessly inthe air, supported only by the demon’s cock and one of his powerful arms thatlifted a leg up to show Cora their grotesque union. It was the last thing Corasaw of her before she fled the scene and with Maleva’s book in hand. Her sevendays were almost up, and the knowledge of what the demon intended to do to heronly made preparing the ritual more difficult. 

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Beatriz Rossi is a dear friend who went missing years ago. I thought she had been kidnapped or worse. Dedicating myself to her memory, I visited her ancestral home yearly. But that meant dealing with her aging mother, Lucia Rossi. She is a particularly promiscuous and lewd woman. She likes to write stories; naughty stories, and she finds it prudent that I review them for her. I am not a fan of them. They are always about some unnamed heroine who goes on some exotic adventure across fantastic lands. They start well enough, but her stories always end with some of the most extreme, fetish-engaging, and outright graphic content I have ever read. What is Lucia’s deal with monsters anyway?
During one troublesome year, I discovered the answer. There is a secret door hidden inside her ancestral home. A door that can show those who open it monstrous desires.

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In the positionthe heroine was in there was nothing she could do to stop them from mountingher. Ropes and vines had been used to tie her down in the most awkward ofpositions. Lying on her belly, she could do nothing about the discomfort of hertits being compressed beneath her. Her hands were tied behind her back – aswell as her feet. Her legs tied up in a torturous description that would allowany of the well-hung tribesmen to easily mount her without her feet kicking atthem. And mount her they did! One of the obsidian-skinned men jumped onto thealtar, squatted down, and then took her like an animal. Lucia described thepenetration as if a giant African python had slithered inside the poorheroine’s body. His thrusts were slow but forceful. Each one drove in hisserpent deeper than before. The beast of a man roared with a lustful war cryeach time he did. Doing this until his cock could go no deeper, he then let outthe most savage cry of all as his black serpent spit white poison until itleaked forth from the heroine’s body like the flowing river waters of theUbangi River. Lucia described that the heroine herself made quite the noisebegging for him to stop.

Lucia describedit as, “She was much like a female cat screaming at the Tom whose thorny penistore up her insides. It only made him want her more. And like a Tom that bitesdown on the tuft of skin and fur on the back of his mate, that beast of a manlifted her off the pedestal with great strength into his arms. There, holdingfor all the others to see he proceeded to thrust his hips again, forcing hisblack serpent upwards through the milky white venom it had spat out inside ofher. The darkness and flames conspired against her. The features on the facesof the others who watched were invisible even in the torchlight. Only theirglistening serpents shaking and stirring in their wide hands remained visible,as they always had been.”

This was only the beginning of the obscenitiesthat Lucia provided. It proved to be the most rank and perverted thing I hadever read. Usually, I would have stopped reading at this point, if not muchsooner. The story leading up to where the heroine had been captured; her questthrough the jungle, the dark mysteries she uncovered, all of it a fascinatingread and worthy of praise. In former years it would have been enough to critiqueand then be on my way. I suppose, After all these years, I must have finallygiven in to temptation. To tell the truth, I don’t know why I continued withoutskipping through it. Sometimes, I guess it is better just to bow down to theabsurdity of something rather than avoid it because it will eventually catch upto you anyway.  

The storycontinued from a scene of bondage and graphic pornography to one of shockingperversity I never thought possible. It took a special sort of twistedimagination to write what I read. The heroine wasn’t simply taken over and overagain, as I had anticipated. They took her all at once; a feat I don’t think ispossible and something that made me question Lucia’s kinks more than everbefore. One by one the obsidian-skinned men climbed and stood with theirbrother on the alter. Where the first one was still breeding the heroine frombehind, the second man penetrated her as he faced her. Both of their ‘serpents’,the term Lucia continued to use to describe their cocks, slithered against theother’s inside the same hole. The three lost their balance, maybeintentionally, leaving the heroine sandwiched between the two ceremoniouslybreeding her. Her guttural screaming and groining were not enough to stop morefrom climbing onto the altar with her. In the most impossible scene I haveread, not three but four men at one time penetrated the heroine with theirlarge, black serpents. Serpentine imagery used again. I knew little about themating habits of snakes. I never thought Lucia would be the one to teach methrough one of her dirty stories.

Serpents mate by ganging up on onefemale. There may be hundreds of snakes at a time coiling themselves togetherwith the female to form a sort of writhing ball. Each male takes his turn withher, fighting against all the other males with not one but two penises. Thefemale has no chance of escaping the prison of bodies that encapsulates her.This bondage can last for hours. Time enough to fill the female, overflowingher with white inseminating venom.  It isthick and gummy to make it harder for the less worthy males to penetrate her.This only leads to a sloppy mess of churning and bubbling that grows with everymale that releases his seed inside of her….. 

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Synopsis: 

In the dark woods lives a witch who practices not black magic but naughty magic that appeases a lustful God. With her power, she performs three monstrous experiments. Each experiment tells its own story: One is about a woman finding love and romance in the most peculiar partner. He is something straight out of a fairytale. A second experiment concerns unbridled lust. This experiment does not care about gender and who plays the role of male or female. The final tale is about a wanting mother who will do it with anyone or anything if it means she can have a child. But will these experiments prove fruitful for the witch? Will they appease her lustful god?

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Bathed and Bred in theRiver

Water shook off of her as the rubberybluish-green tentacle penetrating her squirmed about. His other tendrils pulledher up out of the river, leaving her to hang over it and over him. What evenwas he? He was a creature she had never heard of, even in myth and legend. Whatwould he be doing in alpine mountains like these? He seemed more a creaturebest suited for the dark depths of the ocean. He was a beautiful bluish-greeneel-like monster. However, he had the upper torso of a man – except for thefour arms. The only other thing that was remotely human was his eyes. Theyshined with his keen intelligence. The rest of him resembled something akin toa moray eel, except forhis many squid-like tentacles. He wore tentacles on his chin as if they were abeard, and he had them around his neck like the mane of a lion. A mass of themhid his tail. Maybe that was all he was below his waist. She was finding outthe hard way that those tentacles also acted as his cocks. Even with all thesuction cup looking nodules that ran down one side of each tentacle shaft, theyhad the proper shape. The one thrusting itself deep inside of her had to bethree times thicker than her husband’s. Now the creature wanted to put a secondone inside of her.

The creature spoke to her, telling herit was a spirit of the river. He had been watching her every time she had cometo the river to weep and pray. She wanted a child. She and her husband had beenpassionately trying for months. The thought of telling her husband that shefound out she was barren broke her heart. For five weeks, she could not bringherself to tell him. Instead, she came to this river to mourn almost every day.It was the Witch of these dark woods who sent him, but how could she know this?Nor did she know she was watching them right now. All she knew was that thiscreature offered her a child. He could make her barren womb fertile.

The creature had told her, “Yourchild will appear and act human. Your mate shall never know that it is not his.However, when my child comes of age, it shall come with me to my home.”

She wasn’t sure what compelled her toaccept his offer. She had done so without much thought. Had it been because heseemed divine, or was she just that desperate to have a child of her own? Perhapsthere were other forces at work. Regardless, before she had time to rethink herwords, she was pulled into the river. His tentacles then squirmed into hershirt and down her pants. She could feel their wet and rubbery texture wrap aroundevery part of her as they tugged at her bra and panties. With one quick motion,all of it, her pants, her bra, all her clothes, were torn off. She didn’t knowhow she was going to explain that to her husband. That should have been theleast of her concerns.

The creature made sure she had no timeto protest or rethink her situation. He spread her legs and immediatelypenetrated her with one of his cock-like tendrils. For its great size andgirth, it slid in with little resistance. It filled her up as he twirled andtwisted it around inside of her. The strange way that he stroked it inside ofher caused her body to squirm along with it. He prodded around with it like afinger or a large tongue as if looking to find her most sensitive spots. Whenhe found them, his sucker-like nodules began to suckle and pull at them. It wassomething she had never felt before. It was something no woman had ever feltbefore. The pleasure was so sharp and strong that it immediately made her focusall her attention upon it. All reason as to why this was happening, and allregrets, was pushed away.

He is a massive creature who took upmost of the river. His strength was well beyond hers. His many prehensile armswere far more than she had to fight back with. He brought her to him. He heldher in his arms. This beast was trying to comfort her while he violated her. Itwas all very confusing. Then his second cock penetrated her. How it did so wasbeyond amazing. She never thought it possible for a woman to take two ordinary-sizeddicks inside of their pussies, let alone these monstrosities. Yet, it slippedinside with a slick pop. She felt full, but it wasn’t painful. She could hearhim explain how his cocks could fit into even the smallest vagina, but shewasn’t listening. She was too engrossed in watching them twist and turn insideof her. The most intense orgasm of her life made it impossible to hear himexplain how he would make all of them penetrate her body. Her cries drowned himout. Her cries should have alerted her neighbors, but the only one to hear wasthe Witch, who watched hungrily for what was to come.

The river monster stuffed a thirdcock-tentacle into her. The fourth one went in just as easily as all the rest.He stopped at four, letting them squirm and twirl around inside of her. Shecould barely stand it. She was screaming and writhing, and anyone besides the Witchwatching her would believe she was in terrible agony. After all, even she couldsee that her body should be torn apart. She could even see his cocks squirmingin her belly. However, pain wasn’t what was making her scream so long and soloud.

After her seventh immense orgasm, hefinally let her rest. He did not pull his cocks out of her, but he did notsquirm them around anymore. He let her rest in the cradle of his many arms.This was just a calm before the storm. He had promised to impregnate her. Heneeded his fifth and final cock to do that. It was three times bigger than theones inside of her, and he had no plans of removing any of the previous fourbefore inserting it.

Why did he need so many appendagesinside of her? What was this monstrous final appendage going to do? She had noidea how any of this worked. She was not in any mindset to be contemplating howthis was going to make her barren womb produce a child, especially one that wassome monster like him.

This final appendage struggled to pushits way into her flesh. The tip of it rubbed against her vaginal opening whilethe other four tendrils tried to pry her wider so it could come in. Again, shefelt no pain only pleasure. The tip of that bluish-green cock thing rubbedagainst her clitoris intensely as it tried to pry her apart. Slowly it madeprogress, and when half of the tip made it inside of her, it stopped wrigglingand made one final push to put it all into her.

It was impossible what he was doing toher body. She should be dead. Instead, she was a blissful fuck-toy to thismonstrosity. Maybe she really was dying and she couldn’t tell because she hadlost her sanity. It was funny how after all that was happening to her, she wasable to have that clear thought cross her mind. She felt like she had beenfucked right out of her body. A disembodied spirit who could clearly witnesswhat he was doing to her from an outside perspective. Yet, she could still feeleverything. Her pussy was full and slimy. Rubbery flesh was stroking the insideof it. Pleasure she couldn’t understand consumed her being. How many times, shecame she lost count.

As far as she could tell, he hadn’tcum yet. A lot of fluids flowed around her engorged pussy. It was hard to tellif it was just her own juices, the slime off his tentacles, or just the waterof the river churning about from all the action down there. She wished he woulddo so quickly and end her torment.

From the riverbank, the Witch of thewoods watched her beast inflate the poor woman’s womb. His victim passed out justas his fifth cock inflated to an even larger girth. Something passed through itand into her body. For a moment, her limp body inflated into an egg-like shapejust before transforming back into her recognizable shape after he pulledhimself free of her. The deed done, he transported her to the shore. The Witchknew that when she awoke, she would question everything as just a dream. Afterall, how could something like that ever happen and leave no mark on her smallbody? How could anything like that happen at all? The Witch even dressed her insome of her own clothes. Sure they weren’t the same as she had been wearing.Most likely she wouldn’t notice after waking from her confusing nap. If she did,that would only add to the delightful mystery that was now growing inside ofher. 

Number 14 in my Erotic Story Anthology Series!

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After ten anthologies, two ultimate collections, and the ‘Devil’s Dungeon’ complete story, the Monstrous Lust series by E.M. Beastly gets a slight makeover. It is the latest collection of all of Beastly’s newest, strangest, and weirdly erotic stories.
The stories inside include the one about a mysterious train. Where it comes from, nobody knows. Only one small station guards the world against its otherworldy passengers. Willingly they give their bodies until they too become passengers to the erotic train of monstrous lust, and a new guard must take their places.
In the story 'Bunny Toys,’ Leonora is a woman with many desires who wants to show off her collection of toys to her new neighbor. Only to find her neighbor has a collection of toys of her own. These toys allow for the exploration of changing one’s gender and even one’s species.

Stories Included:

Sister’s Sex Stories, Bunny Toys, Riding His Midnight Train, La Bete, Mimicking Lust, and Sins From the Devil.

Sample of get get off on!

My sister is a sound sleeper. I don’t think she moved at all while I lay by her side. Nor did she awake when the sun finally rose. The morning seemed to come much quicker once I crawled in bed with her. I still didn’t get any sleep. Nevertheless, I took the opportunity to leave her bed before she awoke. I would sleep later. For now, it was best she didn’t catch me in her bed.

A cold shower is what I needed. Sneaking back into the hall, I found the bathroom again. As I made my way, the house remained eerily quiet. Nobody but me was moving about the old house. I intended, as soon as my shower was over, to learn more if I could. Though that all depended if I could find the host who had guided me.

The cold water was exactly what I needed. It instantly refreshed me and made me ready to take on the day regardless of my lack of sleep. I was still excited by the fact that I had found my sister, and that I could talk with her again. Yes, with her by my side, maybe I could pick up the pieces of my shattered life. We could forget the tragedy of our childhood together. Something I couldn’t do alone.

Suddenly, the shower’s water turned hot, and with the sudden change in temperature came an accompanying voice.

“Jesus, brother, how can you stand the water so frigid?”

“Tanya!” I exclaimed as I turned to watch her enter the tub from behind me. I never heard her enter the room. Never mind that, I was too busy backing away from her while trying to hide my nakedness.

“Tanya, what are you doing? I’m naked… You’re naked! I’m taking a shower!” I stammered.

“So? I need a shower. It’s not like we didn’t grow up together.”

“But…but I’m your brother, you’re my sister!” I stammered. I knew I should be doing something more. I should be trying to leave respectfully, or at least turn my head away and stop looking at her naked body, but I couldn’t.

“Stepsister, I was your stepsister. That was a long time ago. Besides, I have missed you,” she said as she reached out and touched my hand.

“I waited for you last night to show, but then I didn’t hear from you and it got so late. I was worried you wouldn’t make it,” she said tenderly as she caressed my hand.

I was absolutely sheepish. Though Tanya had made the water steaming hot, my body acted as if I was being pelted with frigid snow. Tanya’s naked body was so close to mine and my mind was racing. Though I had slept next to her, I only did so for the warmth of her bed. I kept my eyes, my mind and my body away from her. Did she know about last night? If so, why didn’t she say anything? Why did she let me do it?

“I… uh… ” I stammered but I couldn’t find anything to say.

Tanya smiled. “We have a lot to catch up on, you and I.” She said as she bit her lower lip and looked at me in the most inappropriate manner. “I have heard you haven’t been doing so well? …I see you got away from mother, so it can’t be all bad.”

“Well, I… ah…” I stammered again. I couldn’t converse with her while her naked, wet body stood so close to my own.

“Don’t worry brother. You can stay with me now. I run a bookstore here locally and I could use a hand with it. We can run it together. It’s a fantastic little shop. It’s bright, colorful, and full of all those naughty books of fantasy and adventure mother never would let us have. I even have a copy of 'The Last Unicorn,’ your favorite story.

"I- I remember when you stole it from the library,” I replied sheepishly as I tried to get my mind off looking at Tanya’s body while my cheeks glowed red. “Mother was really, really mad at you when she found out.”

“Yes, indeed she was. That doesn’t matter here. This place, the town, it is something different. You wouldn’t think it at first look but this little town loves stories of fantasy and adventure.”

“I-uh-oh? Well that, that sounds good.” I said, while still being too distracted by Tanya’s breasts.

She had grown out since the last time I remember. Then again, I never had them strewn out wet and naked before my eyes. They were beautiful and looked soft and silky to the touch under the splattering rainfall of shower droplets.

“That’s why we got to hurry. That is why I’m jumping in the shower with you so I can get to the store and open it in time. I hope I’m not making you too uncomfortable?” she finished saying with a teasing smile as she flicked my nose gently.

“Now let me have the lion’s share of the water so that I can quickly wash up, and while you’re at it why don’t you wash my back?” she said as she pushed me aside….Continued in the story

“Oh? So are you going to come over here and put it on for me? After all, isn’t a good host supposed to treat her guests?” Leonora said with a sneer.

“Oh I intend to, but I’m going to let you put it on first. The reason for that…” Rose paused while she fiddled around in her cabinets some more,” Ah there is my vintage bottle. Anyway, the reason is that toy has more surprises to it than it appears. So as a good host, you need to try it on first.” She then uncorked her bottle and poured only her glass some wine. Then she turned around while sipping it to watch her.

“What kind of surprises?” Leonora asked dubiously.

“Just put it in, you’ll see. Hurry, I really want to see your expression over it.”

Leonora, still dubious but also curious did as she was told, replacing her old toy with the new one.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed after she fully plugged it into her body.

There was nothing truly different about the inserting end of this toy from her own. Yet, after she placed it firmly inside of herself she began to feel immense warmth and pleasure. It wasn’t caused by friction or pressure. It was actually rather strange and it began to spread through her. It wasn’t tingling nor was it tickling. The pleasure was simply there as if it was a part of her soul. There was an emotional pleasure to it besides physical. It was sensual, wild and erotic. She began to moan as it spread and grew in intensity. She wobbled on her feet, which made her afraid that she was going to tip over. Her vision began to turn to white. Yet, all she could focus on was that she was going to have an orgasm, and yet she wasn’t. There were so many confusing signals running through her body and brain.

Then it was over, her head was spinning and the room was full of bright light. As everything began to return to normal she realized she was holding and stroking the fake cock that stuck out in front of her. It curved wildly upwards where she could place her whole paw over its tip. It felt good to stroke it; it felt strangely real as if her own nerves coursed through it. The feel of her fur felt soft and wonderful across its curved length.

“…Wait… fur… and why is my hand so small?” she said in disjointed confusion.

“Wait, my voice, it sounds wrong!’ she exclaimed as she looked at Rose. However, Rose was now a giant who looked down upon her with a wicked smile. Everything had either grown bigger or she had become considerably shorter. The only thing Leonora could see at eye level was Rose’s fiery snatch. In fact, her vision disoriented her. Her peripheral vision was now much greater than before, much greater than should be possible. She reached up and touched the fur of her face, and her whiskers and wrinkly nose. Then she found her long flopping ears.

“Oh my God! Wha… what is going on? Did you drug me? What… I’m a rabbit? My God, my voice! I’m a male rabbit!?” she said in a masculine voice as he teetered about on two legs. He was having a hard time keeping upright on his strange new bunny legs.

Rose downed the rest of her glass of wine in one gulp, and then with the reflexes of a feral animal, she leaped onto Leonora, knocking him off his unstable footing. Rose pinned him to the ground. She flashed at him a smile that showed off sharp canines.

“You know, little bunny, I never got your name?” Rose said as she grabbed him by the base of his cock. He looked at it in her hand, it was so big. It was still the same pink thing she had examined before. It had the same strong curve to it and the bead-shaped tip. Rose began tugging at the tip, Leonora could feel it. She could feel it as if it were her own clitoris. It was so sensitive. Involuntarily she twitched muscles that would normally make her pee. Every time she did the cock would twitch and pulse in Rose’s hand, making him want to do it again. What a strange sensation it was to have a cock. Leonora now also had testicles and Rose moved her hand to play with them. They truly were sensitive things. The slightest wrong move or touch made them ache terribly.

Rose bared her fangs while her eyes shimmered and transformed into feral slits. Suddenly a feeling of flight or fight overwhelmed him. He scrambled and kicked his feet, squealing like a wounded animal. Rose let him go and he scrambled backward, plowing through a stack of pillows before ramming against the wall. He was trying to get to the door, but he was so out of his mind he couldn’t think, only flee.

Rose did not give chase, not immediately. She let him pant with wide eyes while he acted as if she still pinned him down. Again, Leonora took to looking at herself. She was covered in fur; a marble of brown and white. His cock, though, was still hard and still throbbing. It appeared to come out of a sheath from his body. There was no way it could go back into his body, he reckoned. It was so big. For a normal-sized person it would have been impressive, but he was now less than half the size of Rose and had far less the strength. Rose easily picked him up by one of his feet and hoisted him upside down, holding him up against the wall.

“So are you going to tell me your name?” she asked with her predatory smile. “After all, a toy should have a name.”

Terrified out of his mind, Leonora was too paralyzed to do or say anything. He could only feel blood rushing to his head as he lay suspended in her grasp. Suddenly, he arched his back and squealed in surprise to the sudden sensation of his newfound cock going into Rose’s mouth. She stroked him with her tongue and the warm, wet feeling was nothing like she had experienced before. Something told her that Rose was experienced at this and he relaxed his body. He also found he wanted to buck his hips and thrust his new appendage about. He did so instinctually. Rose didn’t seem to mind.

Soon he felt like he had to pee and he couldn’t hold it back. If he tried then the extreme pleasure of climax forced him to release. The very act of contracting his muscles made him push thick cum through his urethra and fire it out in bursts. It felt so good every time it did. Rose’s warm tongue lapping it up as it burst out made her wish she could keep cumming forever. However, it was soon over and only little spurts came out to drizzle on Rose’s tits.

“Now are you going to tell me your name?” Rose asked licking her lips.

“It’s Leonora,” he said in a long, low sigh.

“Perfect,” she said smiling; “Now you are Leo. This is fitting even if you are a rabbit. You cum like a lion.”

Just in in Time for Halloween!

Monstrous Lust: La Bête : Under a Full Moon Erotic Fantasy Party 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08M6BFJPG

(Please note that I am having some temporary issues with Amazon and only the link above works in finding this masterpiece for now.)

Synopsis:

Sonia went to a wild party with a new friend. It was supposed to be just a night of pizza, beer and movies, but it was something else. Never in her life did Sonia think she would join in on a party where she would have to share her body with so many partners. Nor did she think she could take on three men on at once. The party was nonstop, but then a full moon came out, and things got hairy.
Sonia woke up the next morning not knowing just what happened to her. Her friend was gone, and so was her house. She woke up in the middle of the forest and the only clue she was left with was a film titled ‘La Bête’.

A little taste!

“You know this should be terrifying,” Jill said as she and her sister went deeper into the forest. They carried flashlights, but that hardly mattered as the moon was bright and full. Cautiously they went in the direction they last saw movement.

“It could have been anything, even a deer,” Sonia whispered back.

Jill was certain it had been a person, and Sonia charged forward with enthusiasm regardless of her statement. She couldn’t hide her excitement. It didn’t help that Jill visibly shared that excitement. Both of them were wet and hungry for cock to fill them.

“What if we actually find a beast?” Jill said as they hurried further away from the safety of the road and their vehicles. “I mean, what if there was something to that film. It was maybe a message or a warning?”

“Does it matter?” Sonia snapped back.

Jill, trailing behind her sister, saw just how wet Sonia’s pants were. She reached down and touched between her legs. Her crotch was soaked.

It had been a while now since they had seen the shadow that led to this wild goose chase. Still, they felt like they must keep pressing deeper into the wilderness.

“Sonia, stop!” Jill exclaimed as she tugged at her sister’s arm.

“Sonia, I know this sounds crazy and maybe even a little idiotic but… let’s take off our clothes,” Jill said as she greeted her sister when she whirled around to see what was the matter.

“What?!” Is all Sonia could say.

“I know, I know… But it feels right. I can’t explain it, but I feel like we should. The ground is soft, the moon is so bright. I don’t know, I just want to run free.”  

“You know, let’s do it.” Was how quickly Sonia replied to that. Without a second thought, they were both throwing off their clothes and not caring where they ended up. Sonia didn’t know where Jill came up with the idea, but she didn’t care. The cool air felt good on her naked body. Soon, they were again running off further into the forest still not knowing where they were going. They moved a bit slower due to bare feet. Thankfully, the ground was forgiving, and with the moonlight, they could easily watch where they stepped.

“Look, Sonia, over there!”

Sonia turned to look in the direction her sister had pointed, but could not see anything.

“There was another person running over there, I swear. They were naked too.”

Sonia could see that whatever she saw had scared her sister but had also excited her as well. Secretly she had to admit that she felt the same rush. So instead of turning back, they ran forward, hoping to see more. Soon enough, Sonia saw another person. He or she was over there lurking in the bushes. Then they both saw some naked legs and a naked ass running past a thicket of trees. Sonia and Jill felt they had to follow wherever they led. It wasn’t long before it seemed like people were running all around them. Even in the moonlight, it was hard to see them. They were mostly shadows or the sounds of rustling bushes and leaves as the soft pads of their feet stomped the ground. Not all of them were people; some were animals, perhaps spooked by the myriad of people running naked through the forest. The story of ‘La Bête’ came back to Sonia’s thoughts, and she knew her sister was thinking about it too. Some of the forms and shadows suggested something more than human was running wild in these woods.

A shadow lunged out of a thicket. Sonia never saw it until she looked back to see what was producing the noises behind her. Jill squealed, twigs and branches crashed, and then her sister made a noise someone makes when they fall or hit something with the brunt of their body; a loud, ‘oof,’ sort of sound. The shadow was on top of Jill. It was an animal, a large one, a black beast somewhere between a wolf and a bear. Sonia flipped around and prepared to face it, but in panic, she was too hasty and forgot to slow her forward momentum. She fell and tumbled over after losing her balance from trying to go forward and backward at the same time. After she sat up, she saw that the beast had mounted Jill. She was on all fours, and he was on top of her. From her grounded angle, Sonia saw what the beast intended to do with Jill in that position. Underneath him throbbed a large, red appendage. It was not like the fake cock of ‘La Bête’. This one was bright red and had a distinctive bulge at its base. It was very much like Sonia’s new sex toy, in fact. Sonia was struck with fear and confusion. Instincts told her she needed to do something to protect her sister. She tried to get up to push the beast off her sister, but her legs were jelly. Besides, the beast was twice her size.

Jill raised a hand up to stop her, “No, no! I want this Sonia. You knew it. We both knew it. It’s what we came out here for.” She then raised her naked body up against the beast’s furry underbelly like an animal in heat.

To both their surprise, the beast then spoke directly to Sonia in a threatening voice. “I will be coming for you next.”

He looked at her with eyes that shined like silver discs while licking his chops menacingly. Then he stuck his large beastly cock into Jill. Juices poured from Jill’s pussy, making a wet sound as it ran onto the forest floor. His cock stopped when the large bulging knot hit the lips of her pussy. It had grown thicker now. It took a moment for him to pop it in, but when he did, it made a sloppy sound that was only slightly less deafening than the pleasurable grunts both the beast and Jill made.

Monstrous Lust: Mimicking Lust

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08FGCFYG8

Synopsis:

I have always known of the man in the blue coat. He had been living on Pleasant Street long before I moved here, and I have been here seven years now. Everyone knows of him, and yet, nobody knows anything about him. He stands out from the crowd, but he does well to attract little attention to himself. Who is the man in the blue coat? Nobody knows, but he has a fondness for women, and they have a fondness for him. Three women have hooked up with him: My neighbor Alice, Laura the troublemaker, and Elisa Elswood the dominatrix businesswoman. All of them are rumored to have had sex with this mysterious man and have had his children. But something is very strange about all of it. My three neighbors guard the secrets of the man and what actually hides under his blue coat carefully.
So when I go off to do an investigation, I learn some dirty secrets from Elisa’s husband. Elisa is into a lot of kinky games and usually forces her husband to submit to her whips and leather. Now she is cheating on him with this mysterious man and his blue coat. She ties up her husband and forces him to listen to her cheat on him. He can do nothing, he can see nothing, but he knows something isn’t right. His wife was a controlling dominatrix. Yet, he made it sound like his wife was actually afraid of her new lover, and very uncertain about having sex with him. There was something alien about this stranger, something monstrous.
Nature hides many things. There are things in this world we humans have yet to discover. Perhaps the mystery is better left unsolved. However, I am compelled to find out what is under that blue coat that other women have managed to touch. What is it that caused Elisa, Alice, and Laura to fear yet eagerly embrace underneath that blue coat?

Sample:

Mr.
Elswood went very quiet, and then proceeded to order himself another drink. It
wasn’t until after he chugged it down that he chose to answer me. “My wife was
told by those other whores that he is something else. By something else, I mean
his sexual powers – or something like that.” He said in a drunken stupor. He
can do things to a woman that nobody else can… or something. I don’t know I was
blindfolded.”

My
curiosity burned. I insisted he tell me everything about what he experienced. That
was the whole reason she had taken her husband. To tie him up and make him
listen to everything that went on. I wanted all the information he could give
me. It would help me understand who this man who wore the blue coat was. Mr.
Elswood was only able to deepen the mystery. He had no name for him, nor did
the man ever speak. Again he emphasized that his wife did all the talking. When
it came time for the lovemaking the stranger did not make a sound; a matter of
which I will discuss in greater detail in a moment.

“She
must have called him by something, even by a nickname?” I insisted.

Still,
Mr. Eslwood insisted there was none he could remember. At first, he wasn’t even
sure that this other man was real and not just a product of some game his wife
was playing on him. “This other man never made a sound, not one.” Mr. Elswood
emphasized again.  

When
they arrived at the place his wife would fornicate to this unknown stranger amid
her bound and gagged husband, his wife spoke a monologue. His wife led him into
some sort of den. Mr. Elswood being blindfolded could only describe what he
heard and felt. The air, he described as being hot and overly humid. It was
stale and still, but he was certain they were indoors as he could no longer
hear the outside noises of the streets and suburbs. He felt smothered by his
environment, and though he could not recall stairs, he felt if he was being led
underground. Perhaps he was taken into a basement or cellar. Once they got into
the lovemaking chamber his wife immediately began to tie him up further by
restraining him against a wall. He wasn’t sure if the mysterious man helped
her. Again, he wasn’t even sure if he was real.

Things
would get weird, too weird, to the point that his story reached an absurdity
that could only mean his wife was making it all up. What a strange imagination
Elisa must have in order to pull this stunt on her husband. Mr. Elswood wasn’t
so quick to dismiss what he was telling me. I felt a bit of amusement and pity
over this poor man. I passed off his prattling as those of a weak and simple-minded
man. You see, he claimed that though he could not confirm it with his eyes, the
ropes used to bind him were unusually thin and sticky. Somehow they were strong
enough to bind him well. He claimed it was like being thrown into a spider’s
web. He was wrapped up quickly and securely until he was but a cocoon. Only his
head and exposed genitals were allowed to breathe, and the later only at the
request of his wife. She wanted her husband’s cock always on hand to keep it
hard and wanting.

It
was then that her act began to play out. Elisa began to talk to the man, asking
him, nay, begging him to show her now what lay under his blue coat. Without a
sound, he must have done so. If his wife was putting on an act, Mr. Elswood
said she was very good at it and that she should have been a Hollywood star. Her
reaction to what she saw under the man’s blue coat was absolutely fantastic;
complete bunk, of course, but nevertheless fantastic.

Mr.
Elswood tried to recreate what she said, to a comedic effect. “My God, what are
you? Are there really such things as you hidden all over the world and hiding
amongst us? What a beautiful creature you are for… well, being whatever you
are. I know, I know, I have to be careful what I say. We don’t want to reveal
too much to my husband.”

Though
it was nonsense, Elisa revealed a lot to her husband regardless
of all her promises to her silent lover. He made mention that his wife was
surprised that the coat was a pair of blue wings. When she touched her
invisible and silent lover she made note to her husband on how furry and
velvety he was. Initially, she was repulsed by its alien nature and was unsure if
she could have sex with him. At the same time, she reflected on how Laura and
Alice told her the same thing. They had said to Elisa. “His body would be both
grotesquely alien yet exotically beautiful.”