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The Eronomicon Society Presents

Tales of Erotic Horror

Copyright 2021 Eronomicon Society

All characters involved in sexual activities are consenting adults age 18 or older.

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Foreword

Entry #665 - The Circle; File Logged by archivist Kate Carver

Frankenfuta; or, The Shameless Prometheus by Mara More

Vanna and the Spider's Lair by Gridoon

Wolfsbane by Ellanore Dritch

It Came from the Sea by Tricia Lark

Medusa and Theories on Stone and Water by Selina Cormier

The Hendrickson Files by Latrexa Nova

About our Authors

Foreword

The Eronomicon Society is a group dedicated to the collection of horrifying tales of horny evil. We have archivists around the world who are ready to put their lives on the line to record sexual encounters with these beings. We've lost many good writers in the process... Some have truly given their heart and soul, and bodies, to the cause.

Luckily, we had equipped them all with special journals that transmit every word they write, so we still have their stories. But some of them have fallen completely off the radar. We suspect some even disappeared into alternate realities. One or two may simply be trapped in a cave somewhere, hopefully enjoying their confinement partners. We would ask our kind readers to keep an eye out for our lost researchers if you intend to go out in the field yourselves. (For legal reasons, we of course do not encourage this, but in case you go anyway... Let us know how it went.)

These stories you are about to read will take you to the edge. You'll be gasping at the wild adventures, panting from the action, and aching to know more. They serve as warnings of the evils that exist at the edge of our safe reality. Proceed with caution; some knowledge, once acquired, cannot be unlearned.

Entry #665 - The Circle

By

Kate Carver

THE FOLLOWING is a re-creation of the events surrounding the disappearance of Eronomicon Society Field Agent Hannah Kranisch on Monday, September 23rd, 2019 in the Nez Perce - Clearwater National Forest in northern Idaho. Ms. Krannisch's belongings were found after weeks of intensive search by federal and local law enforcement after she failed to report to her superiors and was reported missing. Her go-pro and cell phone footage were deemed 'too disturbing' for public release, with many officers believing the videos to be an elaborate prank or an attempt at internet fame and concluding she would turn up given time. The Eronomicon Society knows differently. Hanna Krannisch remains missing to this day.

-Kate Carver, Eronomicon Society archivist, October 13th, 2021

(Footage and journal entries obtained via FOIA request.)

The pines swayed in the wind, their pops and creaks reminiscent of an abandoned cabin's door, slowly opening to invite unwary hikers. I shivered despite the warm fall afternoon, my imagination getting the better of me. Again. You'd think this was my first assignment, my nerves were jangling so much. Me. Who'd fought and fucked my way through the Encantados of the Amazon and the Almasty of the Caucasus Mountains. The only agent to make it out alive from a Strigoi den in Romania, though it'd taken time for me to walk normally again. I'd thought this assignment would be a cake-walk. Go into the woods, look around a bit for the 'witch,' and head over to those hot springs calling my name. See if I could tempt some local tail into warming my sleeping bag. Instead, I'd felt eyes on me the moment I'd entered the woods, a hush that mimicked the dim pools of light in the thick trees. An expectation that had me looking over my shoulder.

"Get it together, Hannah." I told myself, looking over the map again.

The site I wanted to reach was north of my position and if I hurried, I would make it before nightfall. Aligning my compass took a moment, and I adjusted my heading, tying a fluorescent pink tag onto the spikey branch of a blue spruce before continuing along the ridge. The locals in that little gold rush town had been certain of the location, one marking the map for me with the easiest trailhead in. Afterwards, he'd asked me if the carpet matched my red drapes. The tool box. As if I'd be interested in his paunchy, Deliverance-looking ass. That had been two days ago. Three days in, three days out. Then, I'd find a town with cell phone reception and more than one grocery store to report my findings. After that, I'd go on a real vacation.

I sighed and took a pull from my water bottle. A vacation wouldn't help. I wanted to settle down, find a little place on the edge of the wilderness to share with a partner. Someone who'd wear me out on those nights I was restless and chat with me in the mornings. The problem was that my travels for the Eronomicon Society had made my tastes somewhat unusual. The odds of me finding a satisfying long-term partner were slim to none. Resigning myself to the inevitable, a life of assignments getting oh-so-close to cryptids, or, shudder, a job in the dusty archives. I missed it when the forest quieted.

Squatting behind a tree to mask my shape, I waited and watched for movement. One thing most casual hikers don't realize is how hard it is to spot still prey in the woods. Movement will get you every time. I checked the go-pro attached to my backpack strap, ensuring it still recorded as I waited. Sometimes the camera caught things I missed, only seeing the hidden images and sounds once I went over the footage. A shadow moved in the trees further down the ridge, a darkened shape prowling the woods. I could just make out an enormous set of antlers, though they appeared black rather than the normal pale brown of the whitetails common in these parts. Something was wrong with the shadow; it appeared as if the stag walked on two legs rather than all four... I shook off the crawling sensation making its way up my back. Some deer would walk on their hind legs, especially if engaged in a dominance battle between two males. Those deer were more likely to gore a human rather than run away if said human announced her presence. Instead, I waited for the shadow to depart and the birdsong to resume before continuing to pick my way down the gully.

The pine needles littered around the tree bases made it difficult to find any prints from the stag. Worse yet, it was darker in this area of the forest, the lower elevation blocking the sun. I placed another pink tag on the hanging branch of a massive ponderosa pine when a print caught my eye. It was like a deer print, but much, much larger and missing the hind tracks. It looked almost like an enormous goat print. What the hell was that thing? A deformed elk? I glanced around, almost expecting something to be right behind me. Chuckling nervously, I continued onward, talking to myself to assuage the trickle of nerves trailing down my spine.

I came upon the site unexpectedly; the evergreens opening up into a circle of deciduous trees in full autumn regalia. Golden leaves fell and spiraled from the largest silver birch I'd ever seen standing in the center of the clearing, yellow sails landing lightly upon the undisturbed ground surrounding the stone altar and cairns. Small twigs shaped into unfamiliar symbols and runes hung from the nut laden branches of the oak and walnut trees. Just as they had described it in the legends that had put the forest on the society's radar. I took out my phone, snapping pictures of the runes closest to me and the site itself.

According to the legends, the local indigenous people warned the first settlers away from the site, saying that it was a place of spirits. That their women that would go missing only to be found here days later, delirious and dehydrated, if found at all, were considered god-touched. Later on, several settlers were found here, murdered, their gold left on the altar, in a time when murder and gold theft were common amongst the '49ers. From then on, every few years hikers would go missing around here, either turning up with accounts of a woman who walked through the forest without her blackened feet touching the ground or a circle of trees that lured them in and felt impossible to escape.

I walked around the clearing without entering, photographing it and the cairns from every angle. There were six spread equidistance around the altar, almost like the graduations of a clock. I'd been told there were five cairns by the last reported hiker who'd ventured into the circle five years ago. He'd described a woman approaching him, nude, her long black hair draped over her breasts and falling to the back of her knees as she floated through the woods. The hiker panicked and ran, getting lost in the pines and building a signal fire that alerted search and rescue. They had pulled him out of the woods eleven days after he entered, but swore he'd only been in there for three. Given his ramblings about witches, authorities assumed his dehydration had caused hallucinations and that he was extremely lucky to be found. But his descriptions of the clearing had been lucid and exact. Five cairns, not six. Five graves.. Who did the sixth one belong to? I inspected them and found one newer than the rest, lacking the moss and lichen that covered the others.

Jotting a quick note in my phone's journal app, I noted the differences in the cairns and discrepancy in the report comparing it to a fairy circle I'd encountered in Scotland, before tucking my phone back in my cargo pants pocket and readying myself to step in the clearing. The moment my foot landed on the fallen yellow leaves before me, heat flooded through my body. A tingling warmth that tightened my nipples as if hot, wet mouths had encased them. I stifled a moan, searching the clearing as a ripple of desire gathered low in my stomach. The clearing was unchanged; no approaching witch waited in the trees, and the circle remained still. A wave of desire washed over me, my skin overheated and too sensitive. I shifted the straps of my backpack, running them over my straining nipples and my eyes rolled back with intense pleasure. Part of my mind knew this was abnormal, even for me, but the larger part that needed to come immediately overshadowed it. I reasoned with myself that I'd be able to think clearly once I'd finished whatever entering the clearing had started. Walking further into the circle, I dropped my pack, stripping off my shirt and sports bra from my sensitive breasts.

I moaned when the air hit them, my voice loud in the hushed forest. Warning bells rang in my dimmed mind, too quiet. The forest shouldn't be this quiet. Too lost in my lust to recognize it, the eyes upon me no longer felt threatening. Instead, they were... appreciative. A whimper escaped me as I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers as wetness flooded my pussy. Unbuttoning my pants, I snaked a hand into my panties, my fingers finding my slit. Another moan escaped me, louder than the first as I brushed the hood of my clit, rubbing it first one way, then another before applying more pressure. My nipples strained upward, drawn into hard, dark-pink points. I needed someone to lick them, to suck them. I gripped one breast than the other, tweaking my nipples as I imagined someone biting them. A wave of pleasure shook me to my knees, and I collapsed, ripping at my boots and pants until I was bare. I shoved a finger inside me, dipping into my creamy wetness before rubbing my clit again. Hovering on the edge of orgasm, so close, I strained and tightened my thighs and stomach, willing myself to fall over the cliff. I whined as I chased it, needing more. Needing to be filled with more than my fingers.

My heavy-lidded eyes alighted on a protruding root at the base of the massive birch next to the altar. I crawled to it, noting the smooth, polished finish of the wood as I pressed my thighs together. It looked old and well-worn, protruding more than half a foot with another knobby root angled behind it toward the altar. I backed up against it, slowly impaling myself on it like I'd ride one of my dildos at home. A lusty moan escaped me as I leaned back onto the root, my legs spread wide on the golden leaf litter. The second root poked at my backside, and my lust hazed mind was present enough to gather wetness on my fingers before massaging it into my puckered hole. My eyes fluttered shut as I rode the root, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit as the second root pressed against my asshole, just barely penetrating with each thrust. The root heated and throbbed, sliding within me like a thrusting cock. I leaned further back, the second root pushing past the ring of muscle until it slid inside me. My legs spasmed as I came, shrieking my pleasure to the trees as my vision wavered. The roots seemed to spasm in time with me, and something hot painted my insides. I collapsed forward, pulling myself free of the tree and flooding the forest floor with my lust's remnants.

I groaned, wiping the beads of sweat that had gathered on my brow before checking the roots. They looked the same as before, albeit glistening with wetness now. The heat rose again, urging me to touch myself, to spread my wetness all over my body and luxuriate in it as I came again and again. God, I hadn't come like that since I'd found the Ningen off the coast of Antarctica. Or I should say, it found me. I'd almost lost two toes to hyperthermia, but it had been worth it. Shaking my head to clear the haze of lust beginning again, I fought to get out of the circle. My field training saved me, allowing me to push past the crazed need filling me. I crawled to my discarded clothing and pack, gathering them in a ball I clutched to my sensitive breasts as I staggered upright, my legs shaking so hard I almost collapsed again. I pushed one foot ahead of the other, focused only on the darkened pines outside of the circle. Once I cleared the rune-laden branches, the heat faded to a low pulsing between my thighs. Still noticeable, but it wasn't the blinding need that had incapacitated me before. What had the hikers said? A circle that felt impossible to leave? I would fucking say so. I sighed, looking at the mess on my thighs before my awareness of the forest returned.

A figure stood opposite me outside the circle. A massive male, at least seven feet tall, stared at me, his face a combination of a man's and a stag, with sharp cheek-bones and a long jaw covered in thick facial hair. His vast set of black antlers protruded wider than his shoulders, his long brown hair flowing from them down his shoulders. Painted blue runes like the ones hanging from the trees artfully decorated his wide shoulders and chest, his sculpted muscles bulging and accentuated. His pelted legs bent strangely, ending in oversized hooves. He was erect; a thick, purplish cock that tapered to a slick, pointed head with the slit underneath the rounded point. A viscous bead of pre-cum welled up as I watched him, his rough fingered hand encircling his girth as if he enjoyed my perusal.

I ran, clutching my supplies to my chest. I'd never run from an assignment before, even when death seemed like an imminent possibility. But I'd always been in control then. I'd never been so thoroughly enchanted that I couldn't control myself. Sprinting through the pines, heedless of my direction, I fled, my only goal to get further away from the horned man. I ran until my bloodied feet and body wouldn't continue; sharp pain stabbing my lungs and side with every breath. I collapsed on the side of a small stream, the smooth pebbles torture on my abused feet. The water was shockingly cold; the snow runoff not warming up yet in the lower elevation of the valley, but after a moment, the cold soothed the worst of the pain. I sat down, trying to assess where I might be on the map. The sun was dipping low, golden light flooding the landscape, and I held up my hand, squinting to see how many fingers fit between the sun and horizon line. Maybe two? I had thirty minutes of light left to make a secure camp. Tomorrow, I'd find my position and hike out.

I pushed away the shame that welled in me at abandoning an assignment. I'd never fled from one before, and he was hardly the most grotesque male I'd encountered. The memory of his thick arms, the air of wildness that surrounded him returned, and I clenched my thighs, the low throb still constant between them. I washed off the remnants of my encounter in the stream, the cold water doing little to cool my ardor and dressed, pulling fresh clothes from my pack since I'd dropped most of my small clothes in my retreat. I eased my feet from the water, bandaging the small wounds before rolling on thick socks and boots. Murmuring a thank you to whatever god had let me keep a hold on my boots, I filled my water bottle and stood, trying to determine where I'd make camp. Not this close to the running water. It would be impossible to hear anything approaching.

West it was. I walked toward the setting sun, maintaining my course even as the trees thickened and obscured the last rays of the sun. Once I couldn't hear the stream, I set up camp, popping up my one person tent and unrolling my sleeping bag within. There'd be no fire tonight. Nothing to alert him of my position. I ate two of my protein bars, tucking the wrappers into a couple ziplock bags to dampen the scent. It wasn't the safest practice in bear country, but I couldn't bring myself to litter in this pristine wilderness. After I'd eaten my meager dinner and settled into my sleeping bag, there was nothing to distract me from the tingling in my core. I fought it, ignoring the need growing within me, and clenched the sleeping bag instead. No. I was in control. Not him and not the forest. Even when in the clutches of whatever living myth I'd investigated, I knew I allowed it to happen. I held onto the anger my lack of control had conjured. It was easier than admitting that it had scared me. And that part of me liked it.

Instead, I pulled out my phone, jotting down notes and memories from the encounter. I described my shameful retreat, recommending a re-assessment of the site and the male. On a whim, I checked if there was any signal. Of course not. I turned off the data so the battery wouldn't die searching for a signal out here and plugged in my phone and camera to my portable battery. I laid back again, burrowing into the bag as I fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning I woke to find my things rifled through. They spread the contents of my pack across my tent and over my sleeping bag. I scrambled out of the bag into the chilly dawn as dew on the tent walls brushed against me. My clothes and electronics were there, as well as my food and fire starting supplies. Everything remained except my map and compass.

"Fuck!"

I pulled on my boots, exiting the open tent and hoping to find my missing items outside. Maybe a bear had come looking through my supplies? Made little sense though, my tent and pack were both undamaged. I stood and froze. Twigs and branches shaped like the runes surrounding the clearing encircled my camp. They hung from every available branch, some as small as my palm, others as long as my arm. My bright pink tags I'd marked my trail with spread amongst them in macabre celebration. They even drew runes in the earth around my tent with a collection of river stones forming a large swirling pattern with my tent at the epicenter. Taking a calming breath, I searched the ground for my map and compass. Nothing. I dismantled my tent and packed my bag, turning on my camera. I took pictures of everything, noting that the stones were still damp, though that could be from the morning dew.

I talked as I walked, attempting to find the stream.

"That's east, since that's where the sun is rising. But that doesn't fucking help me if I don't know where I am on the map. Best bet is to find the stream and follow it out. All the creeks around here lead to the Clearwater river. That means following it down the mountain to civilization. Totally doable."

I kept up the pep talk as I walked east until I had to admit that I should have found the stream awhile ago. I'd walked due west for less than half an hour last night. This morning, I walked east for over an hour and the stream was nowhere to be found. The trees whispered around me, their pops and creaks no longer ominous but almost as if they murmured in a language I'd only just learned. Turn, they said. I listened, turning left and walking further into the darkened trees. The whispers strengthened through the day, guiding me, and I caught more words and feelings. I put my hand on the base of a towering white pine and I felt a flush of pleasure. The forest was pleased that I acknowledged our budding connection. My heart swelled, filled with the sense of homecoming that overcame me sometimes when entering a rugged landscape. The forest echoed the emotion back to me tenfold, welcoming me.

I staggered back and stared at my palm in confusion. What was happening to me? I took out my phone, punching in notes and trying to describe the moment to myself as I walked, the woods lively around me. Small creatures scurried in the underbrush, chittering to one another as birds sang and flitted from branch to branch. The golden light filtering through the branches was warm, painting the rich, dark earth in dappled shadows. Morels and coral mushrooms littered the bases of the trees. Was it even mushroom hunting season? I continued on, listening to the whispers as the sun moved across the sky and I found myself where I'd begun the day before, standing at the edge of the clearing facing the horned male.

"Don't run, please." His voice was deep and melodic. It reminded me of the trees, the same musical whispering and touch of wildness.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking. The urge to run was there, but I was also curious. He was attractive and spoke intelligently. Something I couldn't say about most of my encounters.

"I'm called by many names. But you may call me Cer." He didn't move any closer, staying on his side of the circle.

"What's the purpose of the circle?" I might as well gather intel for the next agent. Or I could salvage the assignment. Just because I ran initially didn't mean I couldn't regain my bearings.

He smiled, white teeth with sharp canines standing out against his sun-weathered skin. "It's for the ceremonial renewal of the seasons. The birth of spring, the heightened life of summer to an ancient autumn..." He trailed off, pulling a handful of acorns from a low-hanging branch.

Today was the twenty-third, the fall equinox. I tensed, ready to run. "What kind of ceremony?"

"You experienced a taste of it, did you not, Hannah?" His eyes grew heavy-lidded, as if remembering my wantonness. "I've never seen a being resist its pull before though. Impressive."

"Sex ceremony. Got it." I ignored his use of my name. I'd given myself plenty of pep talks throughout the day, easy enough to overhear. "Where's the witch?"

At the mention of the witch, his eyes lost their ardor, his shoulders slumping. "Blair decided it was time for her to move on to her next life." He gestured to the newest cairn.

His voice reflected so much loneliness and pain, I almost crossed the clearing to comfort him. The smallest pang of jealousy went through me, and I shoved it away. Was there anyone who missed me that much? I didn't think so. "Did you kill her?"

He frowned. "Of course not."

Well, that's good at least.

"So you lure women here and fuck them in the circle for the season changes?"

"It's more than that. Some want to stay, needing the freedom of the forest for a time. The magic calls to others, like Blair. I search for one who connects to the forest, as I have." He cut me a sly look. "Most need their inhibitions stripped away to be comfortable enough to express themselves in the ceremony, though. The circle provides that."

"I didn't like it." The words tumbled out of me.

His eyebrows drew together. "You appeared to enjoy yourself."

A blush rose in my cheeks that I fought. "I like to make my own choices."

He stared at me for so long, I almost thought he wouldn't answer. "I don't wish to take what is not freely given. I apologize." The sun shone high overhead, and he glanced at it. A wry smile graced his lips. "The days when the Lords of the Forest were eagerly welcomed have passed. Worry not, beautiful Hannah, I'll pursue you no longer." He motioned to a tree and my map and compass appeared out of thin air, held in the branches.

I shifted, clenching my thighs. The arousal that had pulsed through me since I stumbled from the circle made itself known again, and it had nothing to do with the circle and everything to do with that smile. He turned to leave, and I called after him.

"Um -- what does the ceremony entail?"

He looked over his shoulder before facing me once more. "We'd join our bodies, welcoming the new season in ecstasy." He hesitated for a moment. "The equinox is more unique than the solstice, but you will be unharmed."

"And I'd be free to leave after?"

He nodded, a hopeful light beginning in his wide brown eyes. "Yes."

"Is there any way to tone down the horny magic? I don't enjoy losing control."

He tilted his head, an alien gesture that had his antlers resting on his shoulder. "Most women fear me and only welcome my touch once they're overcome with lust."

"I'm not your average hiker, Cer."

He stroked his beard, "I can see that."

Stepping into the circle, he motioned for me to join him. After a moment, I did, bracing myself for the wave of heat that had enveloped me the first time. I didn't sense a change, only the same burning attraction that had begun earlier. I took off my pack, hanging it on a branch with the camera pointed at the altar. My arousal grew as I stepped closer, his large body dwarfing mine. He sniffed the air, his pupils expanding.

"Your scent is glorius," he whispered. He took my hand, tugging me close. I went willingly into his arms, pressing my body against his hard planes. Cer tilted my chin up, and I stared into his eyes, seeing the endless woods reflected in their depths. He was beautiful and monstrous, just like the wilds. His lips stroked over mine and I opened for him, licking his lower lip. He looked shocked at my eagerness, a grin spreading across his face.

He kissed me again, his mouth taking mine in a deep caress, his tongue dancing with mine. I sucked the tip of his long tongue into my mouth, then nibbled on his lower lip. A guttural groan escaped his broad chest, and I pressed closer, rubbing against his furred thigh. He ran his hands down my back before tugging on the hem of my shirt, breaking our kiss to pull my top over my head. I unhooked my bra, tossing it aside before pulling his mouth back down to mine. He kissed me until my head spun, our breath mingling as his rough hands stroked down my back and my sides until I arched my back, practically shoving my breasts in his face.

"Touch them," I breathed. I toed off my boots and unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying them and my underwear down my legs until I stood bare before him.

"So lovely," he murmured. He picked me up, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. Trapping his cock between us, right between my folds, I writhed on him, kissing his neck and chest as he carried me to the altar.

I experienced a moment of apprehension as he sat me down on its stone surface, but it passed as he dipped his head to my chest, running his furred cheeks and horns against my sensitive breasts. I moaned at the dual sensations, wanting to continue rubbing against the enormous cock that he'd pressed between my legs. His tongue delved into my mouth repeatedly before he trailed it down my neck, encircling one of my nipples before taking it into his mouth. I shouted, gripping his antlers to hold him tight to my chest. He gripped my other breast, his thumb thrumming the nipple in time with the flicking of his tongue. I shuddered, wetness flooding my core as he toyed with them, changing tempo and roughness as he played with my body. I panted his name, urging him to continue touching me.

He switched breasts, his mouth finding my neglected nipple while he let the wind play over my wet, reddened one. I squirmed, reaching for his length to tease him as he teased me. I wrapped one hand around it, my fingers unable to touch as he thrust into my grip. He groaned against my breast, sucking hard, and I squeezed tighter, encouraging him. Cer thrust into my fist once more before gently disengaging my hand, instead crouching low before me. His palms pressed my thighs outward, spreading my legs wide on the stone altar. He lifted one of my feet, kissing my ankle before setting it on the stone and repeating it with my second foot.

I leaned back on my elbows, watching as he moved forward, rubbing his nose through my red curls. I liked to keep it natural and none of my escapades had ever complained.

"Gorgeous," he murmured before licking my cleft in a long swipe. The breath puffed out of me as he did it again, before concentrating on my clit. He lapped at me gently, moving in a similar pattern that I used on myself when masturbating. Realizing that he must have studied me in the circle ratcheted up my arousal and I tried to clench my legs, only to find I couldn't. His antlers held my thighs wide open for his exploration. I shuddered, a fresh wave of pleasure rushing over me as I gripped one of his points, steering his mouth where I wanted it.

He groaned in approval, licking away the wetness flooding my entrance before working one of his thick fingers inside me. My hips tilted of their own accord, attempting to rub and thrust against his mouth as his finger filled me. He added a second, and I moaned, my orgasm hovering on the horizon. I tried to tense my legs and push myself over, only to realize my helplessness. Spread on the altar, held in place by his horns, speared on his fingers and tongue. It sent me over the edge, and I screamed my ecstacy to the sky, gripping his antlers tight as I came, pleasure flooding my core and drifting outward as he continued to tease and suck my clit.

I collapsed back on the stone, running a hand down my face as he stood. The tapered head of his cock grazed my entrance, and I held myself up again, wanting to watch him enter me. His eyes met and held mine as he shoved home in one stroke, filling and stretching me as his sack slapped my ass. I gasped. He felt amazing, but I needed more...

He pulled out until only the tip remained inside me and thrust in again. Hard. I moaned. "Yes, Cer. Harder."

Slamming into me again, he began a punishing rhythm, lifting my hips and angling me for his use. Tension built again within me and I panted as he rutted me, one of his hands tight on my breast, pinching the nipple and rolling it. I thrashed on the stone, heedless of the rough surface as he fucked me. His hand left my breast, trailing down my stomach until he reached my mons, his thumb pressing firmly on my clit. His cock swelled and jerked within me, hot spurts of cum lashing my womb as he emptied himself deep inside me. I came a moment after him, keening and squirming as he held himself still, fighting for more friction.

"Cer, please." I whined. He pinched my clit, applying enough pressure to extend my orgasm. I fell back, spent, and tried to catch my breath.

He pulled himself free of my channel, our mixed spend splattering on the altar. Warmth suffused me, the bridge of renewal and the land connecting to the altar passed through us. The whispers coalesced into a crescendo, one voice speaking aloud. "Turn."

Alarm rushed through me as Cer staggered, going to one haunch. "Cer? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," he reassured me, even as he bowed his head. "Don't be afraid."

He shuddered as the air shimmered and his form shifted and separated, as if I was seeing double. In the next moment, there were two horned males kneeling before the altar. They had the same build and horns as Cer, but one was dark, the other pale. Neither the rich umber of Cer's pelt. Each male had a crown surrounding their horns. The light wore a circlet of Oak leaves, the dark one of holly berries. My mouth snapped closed when the dark one raised his face to mine, his black eyes so similar to Cer's warm brown ones.

"Cer?" I asked.

He nodded. "We are Cer. During the months until the solstice, we divide my essence into two aspects. And again in the spring."

The pale one spoke. "You can call me Nos, if it's easier, beautiful Hannah."

My heart pounded as I regarded them. The dual aspect of the Lord of the Forest. This was right. It was what I'd needed, what I missed. Both of them. I slid off the altar, stepping on the golden leaf litter as I approached the kneeling males. The wind whispered to me again, "Yours."

"Mine." I agreed aloud.

Cer stood abruptly. "What was that?" He swallowed. "Did you hear something from the trees?"

I nodded, and he exchanged a significant look with Nos.

"Hannah." He groaned, falling on me as if he hadn't just had his cock buried in me. Maybe he hadn't. I don't know how splitting essences worked.

Cer tugged his mouth to mine, his tongue delving into me before Nos turned my head for me to kiss him as well. Two sets of hands caressed me, tugging the tips of my breasts, grazing my sensitive clit. My concern for Cer had dampened my arousal, but it came roaring back.

"I need you, both of you." I whimpered into Nos' ear as he nibbled down my neck.

He turned me, facing me toward Cer as he ran a hand down my back. Cer kissed me before lowering his head to take one of my breasts into his mouth as Nos spread my legs further apart. He ran his cockhead through my folds, gathering our wetness on his length before pushing inside. I shivered, my body assaulted with sensation on both sides. Nos began a slow, steady rhythm, relishing the slide of our bodies as Cer toyed with me, running his finger in small circles around my engorged clit.

Nos ran his hand up my back, pushing me further over and forcing Cer to stand, his erect cock in my face. I took hold of the base, guiding the tip into my mouth. Both men groaned as I sucked him, working his tapered shaft to the back of my throat. He took charge, gripping my hair as he began pumping into my mouth, his pre-cum a mix of salt and musk on my tongue. Nos's thumb pressed against my second hole and I eagerly pushed back against it, encouraging him. He breached the ring of muscle and his thick digit was within me, filling me as his cock shuttled faster in my swollen pussy. I moaned around the huge cock in my mouth, tonguing the underside as another orgasm built.

Cer pulled his cock free, a thick rope of saliva trailing between us, and chuckled at my whine of disappointment. "Not yet, beautiful."

Nos withdrew his thumb and cock, leaving me empty and bereft. "Please," I begged.

He ran his nose up the side of my throat from behind. "Fret not, pretty Hannah. We're not finished with you."

Cer waited on top of the altar, his furred legs hanging off the edge. Nos lifted me, carrying me to Cer and positioning me on top of the waiting male. His hand reached under me, gripping Cer's slick cock and guiding it into my quivering pussy. I shivered, my nipples hardening as I sank down onto his hefty length. Once I sat upon him, spread wide, Nos pressed me forward, his slick cock prodding at my puckered hole. He pushed into me, a pleasant burn radiating outward as he stretched my forbidden entrance. Nos pulled out a little before inching in, not stopping until his hips rested against my ass cheeks.

Sweat broke on my brow as my legs spasmed. "So full." I moaned, afraid I'd split being impaled on their girths.

"Perfect." Nos grunted.

"Amazing." Cer agreed, pushing deeper until his cock brushed the end of my channel.

Nos thrusted, beginning a rhythm that Cer followed, one cock entering as the other retreated. Hands roamed my body, tweaking my breasts, stroking my clit, before running down my sides and back. The equinox sun shone down on us, golden birch leaves spiraling to the ground around us as we writhed, or bodies moving in a rhythm that had me breathless. I shouted as Cer thrust up harder, his slicked fur rubbing my clit.

"I'm so close," I moaned.

They picked up their pace, their previous rhythm forgotten as they both gracelessly hammered into me, matching my frantic energy. A hand snaked its way to my clit, pressing it as they slammed into my holes. I screamed as I came, my body clenching them tight until both males groaned, their broad cocks spasming within me as hot cum flooded my womb and ass. My hearing and vision blanked out as pleasure like I'd never experienced coursed through me, my release pushing me higher and higher until I collapsed on Cer as Nos covered my back. We panted together as small spasms wracked my body, each male shivering as I fluttered around them.

"That was--." I didn't finish the thought. Ecstasy? Life changing? A religious experience? Words couldn't encapsulate all the feelings rushing through me.

"I know." Cer murmured.

Nos kissed my shoulder. "It's never been so good."

I smiled, pleased and a little smug. "What happens now?" I asked, imagining a nap and a repeat. Cer swallowed, looking nervous.

"You can leave, as promised." The light in his dark eyes faded as he spoke.

"Or," Nos turned my face to the side, his pale blue eyes meeting my own. "Stay with us, undying and eternal. The forest calls to you as it does us. It longs for you to become the Lady of the Woods."

As if in agreement, the wind blew, the word 'stay' singing in the breeze. I thought of my life; the long plane rides and sterilized hotels, the waiting and disappointment for only the briefest thrill as I completed another assignment. The sense of homecoming filled me again, and the forest showed me what my life would be like. Exploring the wilds, swimming naked in icy mountain streams, wildflowers flowing in my wake with Cer by my side. And for half the year, Cer and Nos...

It was better than anything I could have ever imagined.

Cer's eyes found my own, his cock still pulsing within me. "It's your choice."

I smiled. For all that I'd felt helpless trapped between them, he knew that I always wanted to be free. Like him.

"I want to stay," I breathed. I laughed as they hugged me close, murmuring all the wonders they wanted to show me as they shifted, pulling free of my body. A pleasant ache began, and I tested my legs before following them from the circle. I looked back once, checking my camera before bounding into the pines and into my new life.

Frankenfuta

or

The Shameless Prometheus

By

Mara More

THE CREATURE was magnificent. A patchwork of corpses, her skin going from pale alabaster to the darkest ebony with no transition but the careful needlework of her creator, the shape of many disjointed wet dreams, combined into one form: Tall, curvaceous, powerful.

Yes, Doctor Frankenfuta had certainly done good work with the materials she had. Grotesque, perhaps, but beautiful. She ran a finger over the seam between shoulder and chest, tracing it across her creation's magnificent breasts. Such good luck that she had found donors of matching size. Her face, too, came from two different sources, join together in a perfect, if demented, expression of erotic beauty. Even now, lying dead on the slab, the Creature made Frankenfuta appear small and powerless. And yet, was it not by Frankenfuta's hand that she had been assembled, awaiting the breath of life?

Such philosophical quandaries often troubled the young Doctor, but her deliberations were shoved aside by more primal concerns. Her hand continued down the Creature's cold skin, feeling the bumpy texture of stitches along chiseled abs, then further, down the huge woman's fertile hips. Here, Frankenfuta paused and, like her creation, stopped breathing in sheer awe of the specimen between her legs; a truly monstrous cock, the prize of the University's collection, married with exquisite care to her feminine loins. It was hard to believe that this pillar of manhood had ever been attached to a human being. She had wondered ever since she first caught a glimpse of the enormous penis, preserved and floating in a jar, forgotten by the world, so far from its real purpose. What has it felt like; warm, hard, and alive?

She wanted nothing more than to feel it rearranging her insides. A mere dildo would not do: No, it had to be alive, throbbing with undeniable need. And so, Frankenfuta had embarked on her scheme. She glanced up through the window to see dark clouds rolling in and planted a gentle kiss on the slumbering behemoth on the slab. "Soon, my darling."

***

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain lashed across the gothic shapes of the University as thundering arcs of lighting split the sky and sent unnatural shadows through the lifeless hallways.

Just the way that Frankenfuta liked it.

The click of her steps echoed down the corridor to the condemned wing where she had made her lair, an old operating theater repurposed for her many-faceted needs. Medical, electrical and occult tools balanced precariously on banks of mechanical devices and the glass containers that held enough disembodied eyes, limbs, and organs to build a dozen new men or women, drifting listlessly in their silent observation of Frankenfuta's important work. Today, she had supplanted the cold glare of the lights with burning candles, which spread pleasant, floral scents to drown out the clinical smells of disinfectant and formaldehyde.

Lab coats and gloves are essential in a laboratory; Frankenfuta wore them by unthinking habit. The regulations did not specify, however, that one could not wear nothing but racy lingerie underneath, and so she strutted in wearing her high heels, coat unbuttoned, to look at her creation.

"Perfection." She gave the Creature a gentle stroke across her scalp, gingerly following the division of her hair between pitch black and bleached bone white. Just the mere sight of her powerfully erotic form, crafted with such care to her own deepest desires, made the Doctor wet. But nothing so much as the thought of her Creature's enormous cock, soon to wake from its eternal slumber, to throb and swell for her, to fill her to bursting...

A boom of thunder shook the building. Precariously balanced scalpels clattered on their sterile dish and a handful of eyes vibrated in their bath of preservative fluids, as if turning to get a better look at the proceedings.

"Won't be long, now..." Frankenfuta muttered with a glance up towards the domed ceiling. The storm raged wildly on the other side of the skylight, as if the gods themselves showed their displeasure at Frankenfuta's unholy purpose. But this modern Prometheus did not flinch in the face of the nature's wrath. She counted on it, in fact.

The first strike of lightning hit the copper rod mounted on the roof and sent life crackling through her instruments.

"Yes." She declared, her mad smile widening. "It's working. Give me more!" As the University refused her her exorbitant demands for power, she would seize it from the gods herself.

Another strike.

The hum of electrical power coursing through her network of machines, like the exposed arteries of some grotesque, bodily separated being, rose ominously. Her operation lights winked in and out, but her candles remained, the flames dancing in the unnaturally charged atmosphere, so oppressively thick that the air seemed to resist movement.

Frankenfuta herself climbed onto the operating table, straddling her creation to feel the humongous, flaccid shaft between her legs. Without thinking, she ground back and forth on it, her attention fixed on the Creature's impassive face.

Lighting struck for the third time, leaping from wire to wire to caress the occult machinery and leave trails of blackened trees across metal and plastic as the mechanisms kicked in and captured life-giving quantities of energy in the trembling power banks.

Frankenfuta looked up with a hungry gaze. She flipped the switch.

The crackling hum reached a sharp crescendo as millions of Watts streamed into the colossal corpse, briefly blinding the Doctor with a brilliant glare that left the afterimage of her supine figure seared onto her retinas. The clinical lights above exploded from the overcharge, casting shards of glass onto a couple of carelessly opened jars of spare hands.

She dared not breathe. But her legs tightened around the Creature's thighs as her gaze remained fixed, unblinking, on its figure.

The Creature's chest rose. The breath of life, the first beat of a resurrected heart. And the first throb of an inhumanly massive cock against the Doctor's sopping slit.

"It's alive." Frankenfuta's grin seemed apt to split her face in two. "It's alive! I've done it!" She put a hand over the Creature's chest, feeling the beat of her heart, how heat spread, ever so slowly, into her skin, her limbs, into those massive, shapely breasts so expertly sculpted to be appreciated, squeezed, and kissed. She licked her hips, hunching over the Creature's far taller body. "Look at my works, ye mighty, and despair..."

The Creature opened her eyes. Slowly, slowly, they moved, from starting at a spot on the ceiling to Frankenfuta's expectant face. Her lips, so plump and red, parted as she filled her lungs. Then she spoke. "Who are you?"

"I'm your creator. Frankenfuta." Her hands caressed the Creature's torso with long strokes. Pure adrenaline kept her going, focused, instead of collapsing into the cock-drunk desires that made her keep grinding against this wonderful creature, made her hyper-aware of each rolling throb of blood between her legs.

"Then... Who am I?" The Creature's voice was deep, infused with a naked sensuality even in such a simple statement -- or perhaps that was simply Frankenfuta's libido coloring her perception of her monster.

"You are my masterwork. My magnum opus. My first-class fuck machine."

There. She felt it. That sensation that she had dreamed about, lusted after, toiled for months with cadavers and questionable science for: The Creature's inhumanly massive cock slowly filling out, rising hard and heavy against her pussy. Oh, fuck... Even flaccid, that slab of meat had been the size of her forearm; its erect state was uncharted territory, a terra incognita only glimpsed in erotic dreams.

The Creature regarded the debauched Doctor with a serious look as the latter shifted heatedly on top of her. "I see. This is the only reason you have created me? To have stitched together my soul, my very being?"

Frankenfuta moaned in the affirmative, slipping her underwear aside to feel the naked contact with her creation's cock, growing warmer and harder by the moment.

The Creature took a deep breath, her face remaining impassive. "A singular purpose. I... Feel..." Her glance slipped down the Doctor's exposed front, over her slim waist and her well-shaped cleavage. "I feel that I will do a good, thorough job at it."

With that, the Creature's cock gave such a powerful throb that Frankenfuta squealed, falling forward as the enormous erection twitched and slapped against her ass with a loud thwack. The Doctor found herself buried between the Creature's equally massive breasts, warm and soft. "Yes, please." She managed, grinning like a loon and, ass held high, eagerly pushed her backside against that rock-hard rod. Her wetness dripped onto the shaft, so thick that she needed both hands to reach around it, and the Creature's cock responded with a deluge of pre that made both itself and Frankenfuta's thighs glisten in the candlelight. She became faintly aware of an aroma that was not there before, a scent of sex and _cock_that made her clit throb all the more uncontrollably.

Strong hands seized the Doctor and lifted her up with robotic ease. The Creature slid her into place, her bulbous cockhead spreading her apart as she teased her entrance.

"Do it!" Frankenfuta squealed, conscious motor functions all but lost as raw desire filled her mind. "Impale me on that beautiful monster, ram me, rail me, fuck me!"

The Creature held her there, watching how the simple throb of her heartbeat translated into Frankenfuta's moans, the rhythmic pulse of her cock making the diminutive Doctor -- compared to the giantess that she had created -- squirm and thrust her pussy forward to take more of her cunt-wrecking cock in. "As you wish."

Then came the plunge. Frankenfuta was forced down, her slit instantly filled with more dick than any woman was meant to reasonably take. But she was anything but reasonable. She opened her mouth to moan, but managed to only sputter and gasp, feeling her mind blank with the impact of her ass against the Creature's powerful thighs, lost in the sensation of sweet, impossible fullness, of the heat and lust of the phallus stretching her out.

The Creature lifted her again, as easily as before. Air filled her lungs again, but all she could form was an immediate plea; "Again, please, fuck, so good, I want..."

The Creature's colossal cock slammed into her once more. Out. In. Every thrust an out-of-body experience, overwhelming her so meticulously organized mind, limitless lust spilling over and thoroughly washed away any other desire. No thought of fear, of safety, of the consequences of her actions. Only the warm, blissful sensation of this wonderful, positively inhuman cock stretching her cunt to its utter limits, making her throb and twitch so badly that she thought she might explode.

Being lifted up and down with such force disoriented her further. Her hands found the Creature's powerful arms holding her in place, grabbing onto them to steady herself in the throes of her impending orgasm, coming upon her faster than she had thought possible. "I-I'm about to..." She hissed through ragged breaths. "Fuck, so close..."

The Creature gave a low grunt, the first sign of exertion that she had displayed in her short lifetime. Her cock throbbed powerfully, rapidly -- then erupted inside the Doctor, filling her with hot, molten cum.

The sensation, the very thought of this virile brute cumming in her, breeding her, pushed her over the edge. Frankenfuta's head lolled back in the throes of her little death, shuddering in her Creature's strong hands. She had no energy to even react when those very hands lifted her off the Creature's massive manhood, which flopped messily onto the Creature's chest, and let Frankenfuta sprawl down on top of it without a word.

Outside, thunder rolled through the sky.

***

She rested there, all but numb after her sensory overload. Her loins tingled with afterglow and exertion, feeling wet and sticky as her monster's load dripped out of her, the discomfort buffeted by her sheer surprise and lusty admiration for the sheer size of her freakish load. As she laid on her creation's chest, head moving up and down with the behemoth's slow breaths, she regarded its monstrous manhood. Glistening with their combined juices, radiating sexual power even at rest. She ran one hand up the heavy shaft, breathed in its scent. And to her amazement, she felt it stir under her gentle touch and immediately closed her hand around it.

Above, a fresh burst of electricity crackled through the copper rod, the convoluted wires, the arcane apparatus: A new breath of life, sent from the gods.

The Creature's cock throbbed, starting unmistakably towards a new, terrifying erection.

"My word..." Frankenfuta murmured, and craned her head up at the Creature's face. "You're ready to go again?" She did not wait for a response before sticking her face in close, mouth and hands roving over the heavy length of cock to taste, to feel, to get that monster to maximum hardness to rail her anew. "It is everything I hoped it would be..."

The Creature's hand wrapped around the back of Frankenfuta's head, forcing her face-first into the wide shaft, to breathe nothing but its heady musk. She did not vocalize, but her burgeoning erection spoke volumes, rising to full mast under her creator's worshipful care. Her hand lead Frankenfuta down, burying her view in massive balls, which the scientist eagerly huffed and lavished a storm of kisses upon.

It was like a magic elixir; all thought of her aching crotch and the unholy cunt-hammering that she had just received was banished from Frankenfuta's mind. She was alert and ready, eager to get her sopping snatch filled to bursting once more. Her hands encircled the Creature's wide, fertile hips, kneading that ass that she had so meticulously selected and stitched together, as her tongue lapped over full, hairless nuts bigger than her own fist. Her backside swayed in the air, as if to entice her creation to take its due.

And so it did. Though not quite as expected. The Creature led Frankenfuta's head up the proud spire of sexuality once more, forcing the enormous tip against her lips with a primal, monosyllabic command: "Suck."

Her eyes flittered up towards the Creature's face, before settling back on the huge cock that demanded her attention, a touch of uncertainty brimming in her stomach about her capability to comply. But then the Creature forced her face forward, and she opened her mouth to take in as much of the colossal cockhead as she could. It's taste and the erotic feeling of every throb of blood pumping through it made her shiver, her right hand moving between her own legs of its own accord.

The Creature sat up, watching her like a hawk. The candlelight threw strange shadows across her mismatched form, making her terrifyingly beautiful face look even more otherworldly. Her breasts, proud and perky, dripped slowly with the excess of cum that now filled into Frankenfuta's mouth, a deluge of precum lubricating her cock's way down the doctor's throat.

She squirmed in place -- though not enough to disturb her busy hand -- trying to deal with the abundance. Her words were muffled, rendered useless by the cock sliding into her mouth, inch by inch. It went, albeit slowly, and seeing that it had not actually split her in half, she elected to show her Creature a thing or two, actively shoving herself forward to deepthroat the monster.

The Creature seemed pleased, at least going by the ominously escalating throbbing of her cock. Frankenfuta realized her mistake, then -- or perhaps, the consequences of her success -- when the Creature gave a gentle moan, before a flood of cum exploded down Frankenfuta's throat, gushing out her nose and making her vision darken from the intensity. She held on, shuddering, but the palm against the back of her head did not yield, but forced her to endure the intensity of the Creature's orgasm, snapping desperately for breath amidst the deluge.

Frankenfuta came to as the Creature's cock slid free, a long strand of cum and saliva connecting it to her lips, and she filled her lungs with sweet, life-giving air, as transformative as her first breath. Her body felt heavy, belly bloated with cum, but the thrill of erotic victory put a smile on her face. She glanced up at her Creature, at that proud cock that she had endured twice over.

Only, it seemed to rise again.

"Er..." she started, with a sudden stab of worry. "You are not satisfied?"

The Creature swung her legs off the slab and stood up, towering over Frankenfuta.

"... Is that a no?"

For a moment, the Creature's inexorable rise towards diamond-grade erection slowed; she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came, and her hand, poised to seize the Doctor's shoulder, paused in the air. Then, Nature's fury -- no doubt incensed at Frankenfuta's transgressions -- let itself be heard once more, the thunderous boom shaking the very foundations of the building and sent another burst of lightning into the monstrous titan.

Frankenfuta barely had time to squeal before the Creature started moving again, easily flipping her on the slap, legs dangling as the Creature forced her front onto the hard surface. But she did squeal, feeling the bulbous, throbbing tip of her creation's monstrous manhood sliding up between her thighs, spreading her abused slit.

"Are_you_ satisfied, Doctor?" The Creature's voice boomed as she speared Frankenfuta anew on her pulsing cock. "You made me for your own satisfaction, not mine. Can I ever be satisfied?" Another thrust, the slap of her immensely fat balls against the back of Frankenfuta's thighs. "We will find out."

Frankenfuta's hoarse cries echoed through the laboratory, pain and pleasure mixing as her monster ravaged her anew, driving out her scrambling thoughts with each thrust. The wires, she had to drive out the wires, but -- "F-fuuck...!"

The Creature grabbed her throat, bending easily over the smaller woman. "Don't worry, Doctor. I will. Maybe, if you are lucky, you will even survive the experience."

Her whole body shuddered, intensely aware of how the monster languidly drew her cock back, only to hit her again in an angry flash of motion. Just what she had always wanted.

Surely she would last. She had subjected herself to stranger things.

An orgasm derailed Frankenfuta's train of thought once more. She groaned in labored bliss, squirming in the iron grip of her creation.

Surely the Creature would tire eventually, it's cock exhausted or the bonds holding it together breaking from the strain.

The Creature's cock throbbed dangerously and unloaded a new, womb-filling load of cum.

Surely the thunder and lightning would abate and rob the Creature of its power.

She moaned, feeling heavy and sweaty, her belly distended with the monster's seed. Its cock remained inside her, already hardening anew; to keep thrusting, to keep fucking, to keep filling her, come hell or high water. She looked to the windows, silently praying for salvation.

The storm raged on.

Vanna and the Spider's Lair

By

Gridoon

VANNA STRUCK an impressive figure silhouetted against the evening sun. She looked every bit the warrior woman she was, riding atop a majestic black horse. She was a woman of the north, fierce and wild, and her attire matched. She wore nothing but a short skirt and enough leather to cover her chest and sword arm. The rest of her -midriff, legs, and arms- were exposed, giving glimpses of the muscle that corded her lithe frame and the healed lash-scars that ran down her back. Her blonde curls framed a deep scowl, from which azure eyes burned. She adjusted her corded girdle; reassuring herself that the long sword fastened to her slender hips hadn't also been stolen.

She'd been tracking a woman for days now. A street-rat. Vanna had met her by chance one night at a tavern in a nearby town. She'd planned only to spend a day there and resume her travels but was taken by the girl's amber eyes and the alcohol in her system. Vanna had brought the girl to her bed, spending several nights entangled with her. They filled the tavern with their lustful cries - heads buried between legs. A few days later, Vanna had burst forth from that tavern; both her lover and her gold missing. Fuelled by wrath only known by those who've fought for their survival, she began her hunt. She'd followed the trail through the wilderness, which was new to her, but her prey was sloppy, and Vanna's instincts were keen. Two days now she'd followed snapped twigs and shallow footprints through the woodlands, which had only gotten denser the further she ventured. She could tell her hunt was nearing its end. The trail was getting clearer; the girl more desperate. Meanwhile, the northerner's primal rage had only intensified as time passed - building steam with no outlet. Not until she found the girl.

She pulled her horse to a stop and dismounted. The forest had grown thick here with underbrush, so she tied the reins fast to a tree and continued on foot. The sun had just dipped out of sight, but she knew that even at midday it wouldn't penetrate the dense canopy further ahead. She continued on, her gait confident even as she passed the threshold into the sunless thicket. Vanna had often travelled to places where the light failed to reach, and this was no different. The smell of rotting vegetation filled the damp air, and the chirping of insects was omnipresent. It was oppressively warm despite the shade; sweat already dripped from the warrior's brow as she continued after her quarry.

Vanna dropped into a low crouch as she came upon an area where the underbrush thinned out. Hidden there between the close-knit trees was the entrance to a cave, set into a squat mound of moss-covered rock. The opening looked barely wide enough for a single person, and she could only see a few feet into the yawning void before it was lost to black. She checked and double-checked until she couldn't be anything but sure: the girl's tracks lead directly inside. She considered turning back, for she knew what kind of beasts tended to dwell in dark caves in sunless valleys. But the memory of those amber eyes looking up from between her legs reignited the coals of rage deep in her stomach, and she loosed her sword. The razor-edge freed a nearby branch from its home, and she went to work. From a small pouch on her girdle, she produced a short length of cloth. She wrapped it around the branch and carefully rubbed a chunk of tallow over it until it was saturated. Finally, she lit the new torch with flint and held it up to the portal.

The flickering light didn't penetrate much further, but it eased Vanna's nerves. It would give her position away inside the cave, but she was nearly a head taller than her prey, and she doubted the need for stealth. She squeezed inside the tight opening, the stone rubbing roughly against her stomach and breasts. The air inside sent shivers across her mostly bare skin, a shocking contrast to the hot wetness of the forest.

The cave went deeper than she had first expected; winding passages just wide enough for her strong shoulders. Eventually, it opened up into a series of larger caverns. This was no simple hole in the ground, and Vanna wondered if the girl had known about this hiding spot previously, or had just been lucky. She continued on, her torch sending shadows dancing in every recess and reflecting hellfire along the blade in her hand. Her stance was low, and the blazing blue eyes of the hunter pierced the darkness just as effectively as the torch. She knew the thief wouldn't be much of a match for her in combat and would have to attack from the darkness to have a chance. Vanna wasn't one to be ambushed easily.

The huntress edged into a particularly narrow tunnel, only to find her way blocked. She grimaced at the thick bundle of cobwebs that covered the passageway from floor to ceiling. Holding the flame close she watched as dozens of tiny spiders fled from the light deeper into the webbing. She was about to turn back when something caught her eye, and she knelt for a closer look. Near the bottom the tangle was disturbed, loose strands hanging from about her knee to the floor. Vanna smiled, both at the discovery and the cleverness of the street-rat. The girl was crawling, on her hands and knees, hoping that her pursuer wouldn't notice the disturbance. She'd never stolen from a northerner before.

Vanna held the torch up to the webbing, letting it lick over the sticky strands. They fell away easily under the assault. The spiders scrambled to escape the destruction, skittering into any tiny niche they could find in the stones. The tunnel behind was short, and without the obstruction she could see that it opened into a wide cavern -- the widest she'd seen so far. She was about to step through when a noise reached her ear. Bristling, she sprang back into the previous chamber. Sword raised, she waited in complete silence, until the noise came again.

"Help!" Came the cry from the next room. It carried a local accent on a familiar voice, and Vanna grit her teeth. This was her thief, she was sure, but even in her rage she knew better than to fall for such obvious trickery. The call came, two more times, before Vanna's anger finally stirred her into action. She held the torch out into the tunnel, extending it far from her body. She let out a yell, savage and powerful, echoing from every corner of the dark cave. She stomped her feet, first softly, then louder, and tossed the torch lightly into the next room. She let a second pass as it clattered to the floor, illuminating the next room and leaving her in darkness. Then, with a silent leap, she followed, sword drawn.

She whirled with artful speed, scanning the dark crevasses on either side of the entrance for ambush. When the expected attack never came, she looked to the rest of the cavern. It was wide, with ceilings so high that the torchlight barely reached the peak. Rocky protrusions plunged low from that ceiling, their points slowly dripping water into the shimmering glass surface of pools that dotted the room. There were even more cobwebs here, covering most of the walls and hanging in thick sheets seemingly from every surface that wasn't slick with water. Vanna skulked just around the edge of the torch's light, keeping to the darkness as she stalked nimbly around the webbing on cat's feet. The call for help rang out again, and Vanna leered from her hiding place towards the source.

She saw a thin figure just at the edge of the ring of light cast across the room. She wasn't hiding, like Vanna had expected, waiting in ambush. Instead, she was standing in plain sight. The huntress moved forward, her feet making less sound than the droplets of water that occasionally punctuated the ancient silence. Closer now, she could see that the young woman, who was indeed the thief, was struggling with something. Her arms and legs were outstretched, and Vanna watched as she tugged at them. Realizing what had happened, Vanna emerged from her hiding place with a laugh, all pretense of stealth gone. She strode up to the other woman, triumphant anger smouldering behind her smile.

"How poetic!" Vanna laughed as she approached the helpless girl. "A thief caught up in a net!" At the sight of Vanna, the girl redoubled her struggles. Her wrists and ankles were adhered to the wall of the cave, caught up in the sticky fibers of the webbing. The girl's clothes were torn, no doubt in the same mad rush that had gotten her stuck, and the tattered remains barely clung to her. Vanna levelled her sword between them, watching the girl's eyes go wide with fear. She traced the tip across the soft curves of her captive's cheek, lightly enough not to cut the pale flesh. She smiled at the reactionary shiver she got as she moved the lethal point down over the girl's collarbone and down to her exposed breasts. Even in the dim light, Vanna drank in the sight of them glistening with sweat. With her free hand she took a rough handful, ignoring the yelp of protest.

"So thief, are you going to beg for your life yet?" Vanna asked, kneading the breast in her hand roughly, savouring the power she held over her adversary. The girl's nipple was already hard from the cold, and Vanna cruelly pinched it, watching the pained reaction with satisfaction.

"Please... Help me..." The girl's response came in between ragged breaths that made her chest heave against Vanna's grasp. "They're... inside me."

Vanna's smile of victory wavered with confusion, and she followed the girl's gaze with her own. There was a certain fear in her eyes, more deep and hollow even than when Vanna had a sword at her throat. She was watching her own stomach. Vanna crouched down, squinting against the dim light to look at the toned belly before her. The girl was glistening with sweat, and Vanna swallowed the urge to run her tongue across the defined abs. Then she saw something. It was fast, and in the flickering torchlight she didn't trust her eyes. Then she saw it again. And again. There was movement there, just beneath the surface of the girl's stomach, and it wasn't human.

"Damn!" Vanna swore, jumping to her feet. She raised her sword and whirled to face the rest of the cavern. Her sharp eyes caught movement from a dark corner, and she leapt aside nimbly. The instant reaction saved her, and she watched as a glob of sticky webbing impacted the floor where she had stood just a moment before. She scanned the darkness as she darted between what cover she could find, each time barely dodging the viscous projectiles that threatened to ensnare her. Closer she circled to the source, moving towards her adversary in a wide circle. She could see the beast now crouched low on the cavern floor. The firelight played tricks on her eyes, the many dark legs of the creature intermingling with the shadows, but even then she could tell it was large enough to come up to her knees. She would have only one chance, she knew. If she was caught in that mass of leg and muscle she wouldn't stand a chance. It would have to be a single clean blow.

She closed in further, only a few paces from the massive spider now, but still she was cautious. She could see the glint of long curved fangs every so often in the scramble of legs and midnight-black fur. Vanna sidestepped another long strand and made her move. With a cry, she swung. It was a hunter's strike, intended to kill instantly; to pierce the head and skewer the brain. Her prey was quick though, its body tightening instantly. It was launched upward, propelled by a single near-invisible strand. Vanna's sword glanced off the floor not a moment later, and the room boomed with the sound of steel impacting rock. She winced, the painful vibrations travelling through her arm as she fought just to keep hold of her sword. She scrambled forward, knowing the counterattack would be just as quick, but she was off balance.

She stumbled, the brief lapse of speed just enough for her foe to strike. She felt something wet impact her ankle, and instantly she was yanked off of her feet by the webbing. She impacted the wall of the cave upside-down, forcing the wind from her lungs. She expected to fall to the ground, but she was suspended there, held fast by the gossamer, her short skirt flipping up to expose her naked pussy. Her sword rattled across the stone beneath her, just out of reach.

Vanna tugged at her leg, trying to free herself, but the spider was already upon her. Its weight forced her harder against the cold stone wall, and soon she was in a whirlwind of black fur and legs as the beast engulfed her. She fought against it, punching at the hard chitin covering its body, but it was working quickly. From its abdomen it produced more of the sticky webbing, using its thin pointed legs to bring it to her. Her hands were first, engulfed in the substance and forced against the wall of the cave as if her strength meant nothing next to its own. Then it was at her other foot, pulling her legs wide apart before it restrained them the same manner. She pulled at her bonds, but she already knew her struggles were useless. She was stuck in the same position as the thief now, only upside-down, and just as helpless.

The spider's movements slowed now, apparently satisfied with the state of its prey. Vanna grimaced as the beast crawled over her, covering nearly half of her slim body with its mass. Its slender legs made her flinch as they pricked seemingly everywhere on her body at once. Its short greasy fur rubbed roughly on her exposed stomach and legs. She pulled herself as back as far as the wall would let her as it descended down her body, its monstrous head brought within inches of hers. Torchlight flickered against the many tiny, beady eyes set deep into its head, and Vanna saw herself reflected in them. It seemed to watch her, scanning her body intently, and she could almost sense some sort of wicked intelligence behind that stare. It raised its massive head, and she grit her teeth as two curved fangs were brought into view. She struggled to make as much space between her and the spider's jaw as possible, but between its body weight, the wall behind her, and the sticky bonds holding her arms and legs, she was helpless. The wicked prongs were brought to her neck, and Vanna snarled in pain as they were driven deep.

After a moment the spider pulled its fangs from her and began to retreat back up the wall. Having it away from her face was a relief, but her mind was on the venom. She could already feel it, a wave of unnatural heat spreading quickly through her veins. She expected pain, but even as it reached her core she felt none. It spread from there quickly, snaking out into her arms and legs, but also settling deep in her abdomen. Still, there was none of the anticipated agony, and a quick test of her limbs told her that though she was still held in her bonds, there was no paralysis. Instead, the warmth seemed to be growing deeper, coalescing in between her legs. The cool air of the cave against her exposed sex told her she was wet, her juices flowing freely despite her peril. She craned her neck down to look up the wall, watching the beast that was still clinging around her waist.

"Don't worry, little one." A voice rattled inside Vanna's head. It sounded inhuman, as if the words were entirely foreign to it. It was the beast, she was sure, but its cruel jaws made no movement as it spoke to her, instead seeming to project the words directly into her head. This was no ordinary spider that had simply survived to grow this large, she knew now. It was a darker evil, allowed to fester in this black cave since a time before man. How many people had come upon it before her? How many had met some grisly fate that she was sure to learn if she didn't think quickly enough?

"You'll learn to love being a nursery, little one." It clicked its way through the syllables, and Vanna could swear it was laughing.

She came to complete understanding the instant she felt it, hard against her thigh. She battled with the webbing again, harder now with desperation, but it was no use. The spider raised itself, using the cave wall to stand taller on its long legs, away from her body. She imagined it was showing her that even without its considerable weight, she had no chance of escape. Her thoughts were too consumed now to wonder at the beast's intent though. Her eyes were latched onto the empty space between them, her tanned skin a sharp contrast to the black beast. Hanging in that space, barely illuminated, was a long appendage, attached to the spider near the base of its massive abdomen. It was as thick as her arm, and the dark chitin was ridged along its length. The sight sent her into more panicked struggles, which did a good job of helping her ignore that it had also made her burning pussy flutter. A fresh wave of her juices had already started to run over her pelvis.

It brought its crude member to her soaked sex, and she watched its movements in horror. She shivered as they touched, the thought of their inevitable coupling sickening, but the physical sensation of the contact strangely pleasing to her now-aching pussy. It pushed forward, letting the shaft glide along her lips, and her body quivered. The venom had made her entire body into a furnace of need, and she watched with lust-glazed eyes as the spider's cock came away from her pussy glistening with her juices. Again and again it ground against her. It seemed to be refusing to penetrate her, and she did her best to push the desire to the back of her mind. The hard ridges rubbed roughly against her clit, and she fought against the building pressure inside her own body. Then it pulled away from her, its shaft completely soaked, and she looked down at it in confusion.

She watched as it moved, her struggles forgotten. It angled its abdomen, bringing its cock back between her legs, only in a different position. She felt the pressure as the tip pressed roughly against her ass, and her eyes went wide. She wrestled against it, angling her hips even as the pressure built against her rear hole. She only half-realized that in her fight to stop it from violating her ass she was absentmindedly angling to get it to enter her needy pussy instead. Between the spider's efforts and her juices coating the cruel appendage, however, it wasn't long before it got its way. She cried out, her scream echoing loudly in the cavern as the massive head pushed into her tight ring. She clenched against it, contorting her body in a vain attempt to stop the invasion, but it was too late. The spider pushed into her slowly. Inevitably. The slick shaft spread her wide as it went, her hole helpless as the cruel ridges glided into her. Inch after inch was forced deep, her scream becoming a guttural groan as her body was violated.

Finally, it stopped. Vanna shivered at the sensation, her ass completely filled and stretched to bursting by the spider's cock. She looked up, horrified at the sight of their coupling, her legs spread wide, the thick phallus plunging deep into her body. Worse was her stomach. Lodged so deep inside her, Vanna could clearly see the outline of the huge appendage as it pressed against her stomach from the inside, which now bulged obscenely. Her mind reeled at the horror, trying its best to both make sense of the situation she was in and to ignore the trauma of it. Yet, as her mind bounced between thoughts, one underlying truth flowed like a stream of clear water. Her pussy was quaking with need, her juices flowing freely, and she wished with all of her heart that it could be just as full as her other hole was.

This thought, and all the others, were silenced as the spider let out a strange chattering noise. It was the same devilish laughter as before, but now the echo of the noise was nearly deafening inside her head. Her eyes naturally went back to where she and the beast were joined. Amazingly, some of the massive appendage was still outside of her, though she doubted any more could even fit in her lithe body. There was a strange movement there, and she squinted against the dim light to make sense of it. It looked almost as if the cock was bulging wider at the base, inflating itself close to the spider's abdomen. Vanna watched in confusion as the swelling, now fully twice as wide as the rest of the already massive shaft, started to move. It travelled slowly, as if something were being forcibly pushed from inside, closer to the end buried deep inside her. The image of the thief's stomach, wriggling with movement not her own flashed into Vanna's head, and even her overwhelming arousal wasn't enough to keep her from struggling.

"It's no use struggling, little one. Soon enough your body will be nothing but a spawning bed for my young." The voice seemed to mix in with her own thoughts, deafening them. She fought both with her body and her mind, locked in combat with the webbing that held her and the chittering suggestions that permeated her head.

Vanna pulled at her bonds, her entire body aching with exhaustion and need. It was a hopeless endeavour; her body was weaker now than when she'd first been caught. Not to mention the fact that she almost doubted she could pull herself free of the massive ridged shaft even if she wasn't bound. Still, she tried, her eyes fixed on the terrifying lump she knew was an egg as it moved ever closer to her ass. It finally reached the seal, and she felt the pressure building. She twisted and writhed, but the webbing held fast. She felt her body start to give in, her ruined hole somehow being forced even wider to accommodate the egg. It was so big she could feel it even in her pussy. Her aching sex clenching around nothing, desperate for pleasure as her ass was stretched. A guttural groan was forced from her throat as the rigid sphere reached its widest, and then, with a sucking pop that echoed through the cavern, it was inside her.

She was sent into wild contortions again, though this time it wasn't an attempt at escape. The egg had slid inside her and was being pushed through the rest of the arachnid's considerable length. As it moved, the thickness of it pressed the cruel chitinous ridges against her deepest places, the pleasure echoing even in her empty pussy.

"Such a good egg-sack!" The voice rattled in her brain, but Vanna was no longer listening. She was cumming, both of her holes desperately clamping down, one on nothing and the other on spider cock. Her juices came in a torrent, running down her stomach and breasts in a gushing waterfall. Her ass pulsated around her intruder, and though she realized the motion was only helping move the horrifying package along, she couldn't stop herself. Her orgasm continued, pushed deeper and further by the egg's travels until finally she felt it being deposited inside her.

Her orgasm finally subsided, and her body relaxed. The thick shaft was still lodged deep within her, but now it was accompanied by a strange weight in her belly. Looking down at her stomach, she could see that beneath her tight abs the heavy outline of the spider's cock was now joined by an ominous round bump. She tried not to think of how good that weight felt within her, or how the venom's heat had barely subsided, her messy pussy still begging to be filled. In her post-orgasm stupor, she absentmindedly reached down, trying to rub her clit. Her hands were still restrained, but surprisingly the strands holding them had a bit of slack. Crashing back to reality, she looked to where her hands were bound to the floor of the cave. Some of the juices had dripped down, landing on the tight bundle of webbing encasing her hands. Her mind raced, reinvigorated with hope, just as she felt a familiar pressure against her asshole.

She looked back to the monstrous appendage that had her impaled and swallowed hard as she saw the bulge, not of one egg, but several along the length of the shaft. The spider chattered again as the first pressed against her now loose ass. She grit her teeth with determination and started to move. Her body was sore, and it was difficult to angle her hips when she was so filled, but she started to thrust back onto the beastly cock. She pressed herself against the bulge, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as it pushed easily inside her. Her pussy quivered, completely soaked, but it wasn't enough. Again and again she pressed herself into the cock, using the eggs being dumped inside her to massage her aching cunt from the inside. She lost count of how many had been laid inside her, but one look at her bulging stomach told her she couldn't take many more.

It was working though. One last egg descended, and she pressed hard into it. It plunged into her ruined ass, and the ridged cock finally sent her over the edge. She spasmed around the egg, leaning into the ecstasy. Relentlessly she ground into the spider's thick shaft, using it to fuck herself. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her orgasm reached its crescendo. She screamed as her empty cunt began to squirt. It rained down on her, splashing over her contorted face. The cavern reeked of arousal, and before long even her long blonde curls were soaked through. More importantly, she was making a puddle on the cave floor beneath her. Her hands, still bound, tugged and pulled at the webbing in her throes, until they finally gave way, eroded by her cum.

Without hesitation, Vanna reached out, grabbing her now-soaked sword with her free hands. Still in the midst of climax, she lunged. The spider, taken off guard, tried to retreat back up the wall. Its massive cock slid from her ruined hole, the sudden sensation redoubling her orgasm. The beast was lethargic now, slow from exertion, and wasn't quick enough to avoid the warrior's sure strike. Even upside-down, with her legs bound, she aimed to kill, and she did. The spider let out a hellish cry that seemed to be carried on a hundred voices and fell from the wall in a heap. It was silent now, and Vanna's entire being felt empty. She shivered, letting her pleasure subside before she sliced through her other bonds and dropped to the floor herself.

Exhausted, Vanna lay in the cave, her sword by her side. Absentmindedly, she shoved her hand in her needy cunt, quickly bringing herself to another orgasm as she nursed her previously untouched pussy. She lay back, completely spent, in the pool of her cum for a few minutes, collecting herself.

When she finally rose on wobbling legs, she returned to the thief, still bound by her own silken chains. She was wide-eyed, having obviously watched the entire ordeal, and most likely gone through a similar one herself. Vanna raised her sword, and the girl's mouth went wide. Vanna swung, the sound of her sword against stone ringing out. When the girl raised the courage to open her eyes again, she found herself not struck down, but freed.

"Let's go." Grunted the warrior, extending a hand to her prior enemy. She took it gladly, and the pair set about making their escape. As she walked past the corpse of the massive spider, Vanna gave it a fierce kick. As she held her stomach though, feeling the telltale round bumps and weight within, she knew the beast had made sure that she couldn't forget it so quickly.

Wolfsbane

By

Ellanore Dritch

THAT NIGHT was peculiarly bright. A full moon hung overhead, suspended motionless in a cloudless sky. The soft white light seemed odd somehow, amplified by the bite of the midnight air, bathing the world below in an ethereal glow that held more power than it should.

Alicia Wolfsbane shivered a little as she approached the edge of the forest, drawing her cloak a fraction tighter around her shoulders. Her breath misted before her in the autumnal chill, October's rapid passing sliding all too quickly towards the sharp snap of November and the inevitable ice that would follow. The cold tingled at her plush lips, and a deft tongue darted out to moisten them.

It was the last full moon of the hunting season, and if she didn't catch something big tonight, her personal shame would chase her through to the spring. That, she knew, was worse than a few hours of numb fingers and a reddened nose.

"Getting cold feet already, sister?" Her brother called out from across the encampment, the sound of steel against stone stilling for the moment. "And here I thought you were the brave one of all of us." Alicia scowled at his mocking tone, shooting her older brother a glare, and was about to reply with something suitably scathing when her retort was cut short by their father.

"Be quiet, boy, unless you mean to alert the entire forest to our presence here." Connor did as he was told, dropping his eyes back down and focusing on sharpening his blade.

Alicia's own knife was plenty sharp already.

Their father was a massive brute of a man. Brandon Wolfsbane was a fifth generation hunter, and one of the most accomplished their family had ever produced, with the pelts of no less than fifty-two werewolves displayed at their home. Each one killed by his own hand, gutted and skinned in the very woods that stood before her now. He had, if the stories were to be believed, slaughtered three of the beasts before he came of age.

Alicia, now two years past that, had only managed to fell one.

"I'll be heading in." She said, though neither her father nor her brother looked up to acknowledge her.

The forest itself was not so dark as she had expected. Certainly, the cover given by the canopy overhead blotted out a decent amount of moonlight, but she could still clearly see the gnarled tree roots at her feet, as well as the low-hanging branches that had caught her out the last time she had been here.

At least she wouldn't repeat the mistakes of that fateful day.

It had been three months since Alicia had stepped foot on the family's traditional hunting grounds. Three months of doctors and training and seclusion, all because she had made one simple mistake.

She hadn't brought home the kill. Worse, she had almost let the beast turn her!

Sure, Alicia was still relatively young for a hunter, but that didn't mean she could get away with shaming her family like that. To mark a wolf for death, and then not carry through, was the most shameful thing a hunter could do. And for Alicia, living under her father's roof, that shame then carried to him, and to her brother.

This hunt, Lucien Shatterskull had to die. No other wolf's pelt would satisfy her.

The scar on her shoulder ached as the cold air bit into it, even through the thick wool of her cape. He had marked her, gifted her a scar that would never heal, a constant reminder of her own inadequacies. She shuddered as she recalled the press of claws, the tear of flesh, and the strange heat of her own blood as it surged free from the two new wounds across her shoulder and arm. It hadn't hurt at the time, but the claw marks had been deep, and she had fled.

Shatterskull hadn't given chase.

Alicia's boots made next to no noise against the forest floor as she silently stalked through the trees, her movements honed by experience. Her pistol, loaded and cocked with silver bullets formed by her mother's hand, remained poised by her right thigh. The reassuring weight of her knife hung at her belt, and around her the air was silent and still.

Strange, she thought. With a moon so bright hanging overhead, she should have heard something by that point. The forest was usually teeming with wolves, of both the werewolf and the regular variety, and yet she could hear nothing. None of the usual low howling of the monsters calling to one another, no cracking of branches in the distance as one of the great lumbering beasts adjusted to the new form that overtook them on the night of the full moon. Nothing.

The first few hours after initial moonrise were always the best for hunting, and the lack of any signs of life made Alicia nervous. Werewolves had to adjust to the added bulk the moon's transformation gave them for the three days it hung in the sky, which made them easier to track for an unseasoned hunter such as herself.

Which wasn't to say that werewolves were anything other than beasts the rest of the time. No, while they may have been human once, that form had long since been lost to them. Instead, the full moon made them bigger. Stronger.

Easier to find and hunt.

The woods seemed to thin out around her, and Alicia stopped for a moment. She held her breath, waiting and listening. For the sound of a wolf, for the hoot of an owl, even for the footsteps of another hunter combing the forest for their prey.

Nothing.

Looking around, Alicia recognized the curve of an animal-made path to her left as one she had taken perhaps twice before. She had been in the forest for only about an hour, her toes numb in her leather boots and her fingers long past the point of feeling. She shouldn't have reached the path yet.

Damn. That was why she couldn't hear the other hunters. She had come too far too quickly. In her haste to locate not just her quarry but any wolf that might cross her path, she had put herself in unnecessary danger. If something were to happen, no one would hear her cry out. No one would hear the gunshots, and no one would be there to back her up.

"Shit." Should she turn around, double back on herself? It was tempting, the call of safety a sweet desire that thrummed through her. Yet, if Connor saw her heading back or, worse, their father did--she would never hear the end of it.

Damn it all to hell! She couldn't safely move further into the woods, and she couldn't remain where she was. She would have to be careful not to be spotted until there were at least some signs of life. It would be fine--she hoped.

A crack. A huff of breath. Alicia had been played.

"Not this time, bitch!" The beast seemed to appear from nowhere, leaping at her with a snarl that made the very leaves on the trees shiver. Alicia pushed herself backwards, her reflexes abnormally sharp after almost two decades of honing them. The beast's sharp claws sliced through the air just millimeters from her face, aiming for her eyes. She felt the whip of wind as the wolf's paw swiped past her nose, the claggy stench of damp dog fur assaulting her senses as her quarry got a little too close for comfort.

Lucien Shatterskull. Was he bigger than he had been the last time they had faced off, or was it her imagination? A giant wall of muscle, more wolf than man, with a thick, black pelt that would restore her family honor. His head whipped around with a snarl, a single golden eye glaring death at her. The other socket sat empty, a large, fresh scar bisecting where the eyeball had once lived.

"Found you." Alicia's right arm shot up, gun poised in her too-cold palm. Instinct allowed her to aim. The barrel pointed directly between the beast's eyes. One bullet was all she needed to take this bastard down. Her finger tightened on the trigger, sending a spike of pins and needles through her hand at the sudden pressure.

Shatterskull lunged.

Alicia stepped back. She didn't notice the uneven footing, didn't feel the tangle of tree roots around her ankle until she was falling. The sound of her pistol echoed in the silent woods, the shot going wide, precious silver vanishing between the branches.

Shit!

The werewolf was on her, Alicia's pistol slipping from her fingers and skittering away into the undergrowth. Roots and rocks bit into her back as she was shoved to the floor, the beast forcing her down with his excessive strength. She tried to roll, to slip between his massive arms, but she was pinned.

"I win, little girl." Shatterskull was staring down at her, his tremendous weight holding her in place as one of his enormous paws tightened around her slender throat. "Did you really think you'd be able to best me twice?"

"Get the fuck off me!" Alicia knew she wouldn't be able to break his grip on her, but she struggled and wriggled in his grasp, anyway. If she was going to die, she would go down fighting.

"I have to say, I'm disappointed." The beast continued, ignoring her efforts to escape entirely. "I thought you'd be a lot more fun to play with. I even chased the others off my turf to give me more time to hunt you."

"You planned this."

"As soon as I scented you," Shatterskull's lips pulled back in a wolfish sneer, his endlessly sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "You think I don't know what goes on in my forest? I've been hunting here since before your grandpappy was born."

"They're not your woods any more." Alicia's voice wavered as she spoke, still fighting to break out of his hold. He was far larger than her though, and stronger, and with more experience hunting in these woods than she would ever get.

"They're my woods as long as I say they're mine." He snapped back, his putrid breath washing over her. "Now, the way I figure it, I've caught you fair and square. I could just take your pretty little head as a trophy, but then I've wasted all the effort it took to get you here."

"How about you let me up, and we'll see who beats who?" For a moment Alicia stilled, staring up at the wolf defiantly as the beast stared back.

"Oh no, just because I wanted more sport doesn't mean I'm dumb enough to let you go. You're that bastard Wolfsbane's spawn, and that makes you more dangerous than my usual prey. No, I have a much better idea." He dipped his head, sniffing at her narrow jaw, the curve of her pink cheek.

"What are you doing?" Alicia jerked her head away, gasping as the claws around her throat tightened for a moment.

"I won our little scuffle. I'm doing whatever the hell I want." Shatterskull replied, his cold nose pressing up against the side of her dark hair and inhaling deeply. Then, without warning, the paw not pinning her throat in place reached up and grabbed the top of Alicia's blouse. With a sudden yank, the fabric split open, half torn and half shredded by the beast's sharp claws. Buttons pinged away into the undergrowth, and a loud gasp of surprise was dragged from Alicia's lips.

"No! Let me go!" Icy cold air washed over her chest, her stomach, the tattered remains of her clothes falling to her sides as the beast held her in place.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to do this?" Shatterskull leered down at her as Alicia renewed her efforts, trying to break free. She could feel the press of her knife still in its sheath, hilt forced into her lower back. If only she could reach it, she might stand a chance of getting away.

"Stop!"

"You took my eye." He mused, claws dragging painfully slowly over Alicia's scarred shoulder, her exposed cleavage, down over her taut stomach making her tense. "At first I wanted blood--no one's damaged me before, you see. No humans, anyway. But as I waited and plotted, I realized something. You want to know what that was?"

"Not really." Alicia replied through gritted teeth.

"I realized that you're so much more useful to me alive. A meal for my hungry belly isn't anywhere near enough to pay me back for taking my eye, you see."

"I don't understand."

"Oh, you will soon enough." He replied, his roaming paw grasping at the front of her bra. In a single, deft movement, Shatterskull's razor-sharp claws sliced through the thin fabric and Alicia cried out, her breasts bouncing free of their restraint. "I've been wondering what these would look like." He growled, sounding all too pleased with himself as he leered down at her naked flesh. Licking his furry lips, Shatterskull nosed around the soft swell of Alicia's left breast. Her nipples had immediately pebbled in the frosty autumn air, hard dusky nubs that drew the wolf's attention.

"Get away from there!" She cried, pushing at the beast's great maw, trying in vain to free herself. Shatterskull ignored her, opening his mouth in a toothy grin. His hot, wet tongue slid free, slathering over her exposed tits. It swiped back and forth, lapping at her hard nipples and dragging an unwilling shiver from Alicia's body. Hot and cold played off against one another, the fiery heat of the beast's mouth such a stark contrast to the frigid chill of the night air that Alicia's mind was left muddled and her body reacted, unbidden. Pleasant tingles shivered down her spine to her core, the sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, though the heat between her thighs was terrifyingly familiar. "Stop." She moaned, a heavy flush heating her chilled cheeks.

"You don't like it?" The wolf asked, though his tone was mocking. To her horror, she realized she really was starting to like it, and that just made it even more unbearable. "Pity. You won't like what happens next then either." Next? Alicia didn't want to know what would come next, though she had a fairly good idea--she had to get away!

"Fuck you!" The firm grip of the knife's hilt in her hand, moved within reach by all of her struggling against the beast's grip, and Alicia struck. The beast recoiled with a roar of pain as the blade found purchase in his thigh, biting into the thick coils of muscle there and spilling too-hot blood out over the forest floor.

The grip on her throat loosened.

It wasn't enough.

"Fucking bitch!" Shatterskull snarled, knocking the knife away and grabbing both of her wrists. Before Alicia could react, he had her arms pinned above her head, held in place by the paw that had been crushing her throat. "I was going to be gentle for your first time, but now I see I need to teach you a lesson."

"No!" Alicia tried to kick at the werewolf, but the thud of her boots didn't seem to phase the beast. He grabbed at her belt, tearing it off, before making short work of slicing through the leather of her pants. Her panties followed in kind, cold air washing over her exposed pussy and ass. She desperately tried to force her thighs together, to regain some small amount of her decency as the beast salivated above her.

"Yes." Shatterskull replied, shoving her legs apart. "You're mine, whether you want it or not." His massive head dropped between her thighs, tongue lapping at her wet cunt. Alicia's head fell back against the leaves beneath her, a gasp slipping free from her lips as a shock of pleasure tingled up into her core.

"Please, stop." She tried, though her pleas were ignored as Shatterskull continued his assault on her most private of areas. "I don't want this!"

"No?" He said, a single golden eye fixed on her as he nosed at her clit. "You sure as hell taste like you want it. You're dripping wet for me already."

"I don't, I don't know why my body's doing that." Alicia protested, a startled moan slipping free as the beast's tongue swiped up her slit. It felt sinfully good, and though she tried to resist the sensations running through her body, Alicia couldn't help the way her thighs parted further to give him more room to work.

"I'd say you're probably wet enough for me already." The beast shifted his weight, still pressing her captured wrists down into the dirt as he moved over the top of his unwilling captive. Alicia squirmed, trying to clamp her legs together once more now that the roving tongue had retreated from her throbbing pussy.

"Wet enough for what?" She asked, dreading the answer. Knowing the answer.

He didn't reply.

Instead, Shatterskull took hold of one of her slender thighs in his giant paw, forcing her legs apart to make room between them. Alicia caught her first horrifying glance of the beast's thick, hard cock jutting out from between his legs. It was about as long as her forearm, but much thicker, and it made shudder in a mix of fear and arousal. The entire length was a deep red color, with a pointed tip and bulbous base where it emerged from the creature's thick fur. Beneath that, two large sacks hung, heavy with unspent seed.

"No!" He ignored her. The beast's cock twitched, sticky pre-cum gathering at the tip in anticipation for what was to come. Reaching beneath himself, the wolf gripped at his own cock, giving it a couple of hard tugs before positioning the tip at Alicia's virgin slit. There was no resistance. The very tip of his cock slid past the slick entrance, breaching her and making Alicia shiver and gasp.

"You're mine." He growled before forcing himself into her. Alicia's back arched up off the forest floor and she howled in pain, the sheer size of the beast too much for her tight pussy to take all at once. Shatterskull didn't bother to wait for her to adjust to the intrusion, pulling out almost to the tip before shoving himself back in again, fucking into her at a brutal pace.

"Stop, it hurts!" Alicia cried, torn between trying to close her spread thighs to deny him entrance, and opening herself wider for him. And it hurt, a deep ache that she couldn't compare with anything else. Because it felt good too, and that was something entirely new for her. Pain mixed with pleasure shifted and surged within her, an electrical storm of sensation in the pit of her stomach.

"Such a perfect, tight pussy." Shatterskull growled, pistoning into her unwilling body. His heaving breaths misted the night air, the rancid stench of his breath filling Alicia's nostrils. "I'm going to enjoy ruining this tight little cunt of yours." His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her, the sound cushioned by the thick covering of fur that coated them. In a moment of pure insanity, Alicia considered what they would feel like to play with--would they be soft, she wondered? Part of her wanted to find out.

The ground beneath her bit into Alicia's back, roots pressing up against her spine, dirt and leaves whispering against her exposed ass. The wolf was pounding into her so hard that she was certain there would be a shallow trench left behind.

"It's been a long time," Shatterskull huffed, leering down at her as Alicia writhed beneath him. "Soon, I'll fill you up with my seed, claim you as mine for good."

"Don't, not inside!" Panicked, Alicia tried to pull away, to force the wolf's dick out of her body before he could defile her further.

"Oh, but that's the whole point." Shatterskull replied mockingly, panting heavily with how close he was to release. "I'm going to breed this tight virgin hole of yours. Make you carry my pups."

"No!" Alicia pulled against the paw holding her in place, but the beast was simply too strong for her. "I can't, I don't want to get pregnant."

"It would be a waste not to." He said, holding her hips in place with his spare paw. "You smell so delightfully fertile right now."

"No!" Alicia's eyes slammed shut, her hands clasped around the beast's wrist at her neck. "Please, no!"

"Play with your tits for me." The frantic pace of the beast's thrusts slowed, each impressively long stroke of his thick cock rubbing at her inner walls in a way that felt too close to perfection.

"What?" Soft brown eyes flew open, and Alicia stared up at the wolf in horror. Play with herself, for this horrific monster? It didn't bear thinking about.

"Play with your tits, and I'll reconsider breeding your hot little body." What choice did she have? She couldn't fight him off, and the thought of carrying the beast's pups sent an icy shiver down her spine. Reaching up, Alicia cupped at her ample breasts, kneading them with her small hands.

"Very good." Shatterskull grinned down at her, his pace picking up a little. She could feel the way the wolf's cock twitched within her, getting off on watching her pleasure herself while he fucked her. "Give those nipples some attention as well, that's a good girl."

"Like this?" Alicia asked, almost shyly, as she pulled and flicked at the hardened nubs of her exposed nipples. Embarrassment mixed with arousal, her cheeks flooding with color as the wolf watched her with ravenous eyes.

"Just like that." He affirmed. "Let's make a deal--if you can cum before I do, just from being fucked and playing with your nipples, I'll pull out and cum on those lovely tits of yours instead. Sound good?"

"Yes..." It sounded a little too good, and Alicia could feel how her greedy pussy was already clenching around the thick girth of the wolf's cock. She was so wet that the beast's thrusts were forcing her juices from her body, trickling over her ass cheeks as he picked up the pace once more.

"Atta girl." He growled, and while it was likely meant to be condescending, Alicia found she no longer cared. Pleasure sparked down from her nipples as she tweaked and teased them, and the constant rub of Shatterskull's cock within her was making her shiver and moan. Her cunt was squeezing rhythmically around his invading dick, massaging the thick shaft as he fucked her hard.

"I-I'm close." She gasped, spreading her legs wider, silently begging for_more_ and harder, her pussy squelching as he pounded into her.

"Too late." Shatterskull replied. Throwing his head back, the beast howled as he slammed into her one last time, emptying what felt like gallons of hot seed into her tight passage. It seemed to burn as it went in, filling her up, and Alicia cried out in aroused dismay as the wolf claimed her pussy as his own.

"No!" She was so close, balanced just barely on the edge of completion, but it wasn't quite enough. With a huff of amusement, Shatterskull pulled out of her abused body, releasing what felt like a torrent of cum from her abused cunt. It spilled out over her ass, over the forest floor, thick and dangerous.

"Looks like I won." He said, staring down at her in triumph. Belatedly, Alicia realised her fingers were still tugging at her hardened nipples, desperately chasing after the release that had been denied her.

She still wanted to cum.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me, I'll let you have one more treat before I let you go." Shatterskull crooned, moving so he could shove his cum-covered dick in Alicia's face while still pinning her to the floor. This close up, she could finally see just how massive the beast really was, despite not being hard any more. "Get this all nice and clean for me, won't you?"

Alicia knew she didn't have a choice. The sooner she did this, the sooner she could work out how the hell she was going to explain all of this to her family. Opening her mouth obediently, the wolf shoved the tip of his softening cock past her lips. The bitter taste of cum immediately coated her tongue, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust, trying to pull away.

"Can you taste yourself on me?" Shatterskull asked, his single eye staring down at her intently. "Well?" Alicia nodded, forcing herself to start cleaning the fat cock in her mouth as the beast watched. Her tongue ran over the sensitive head and pointed tip, making the wolf shudder in delight. It ran up the length of the shaft as far as she could reach with her mouth still closed around the thing, cleaning away all traces of their union.

Pulling back, she began lapping at the thick flesh, cleaning away every drop of cum that she could find. The taste was still unpleasant, but she was at least getting used to it. Above her, Shatterskull growled low in his throat, his cock beginning to harden and grow again under her attention.

"Fuck, you're too good at that." He was panting a little, and Alicia wondered if she had cleaned him enough to be allowed to stop yet. Pre-cum was again dribbling from the tip, and dutifully she lapped it away.

"It's clean." She finally croaked, swallowing the last of the wolf's seed.

"So it is." Shatterwolf agreed, pulling away. Alicia breathed a sigh of relief when the grip at her throat loosened--she was going to be alright. She could get away. "Now you can have your treat."

"Wh--" Before she could react, the wolf had grabbed hold of her hips, flipping her and yanking her up onto her knees. Alicia's arms scrabbled against the dirt, trying to push her up off the forest floor, her exposed breasts scraping over a raised tree root.

There was no warning this time. Shatterskull lined himself up and shoved into Alicia's exposed pussy. The mess of werewolf cum and her own slick still coating her inner walls, ensured that his thick cock slid all the way inside her in one hard thrust.

"You said you'd let me go!" She cried, moaning as the wolf pulled out before shoving back in again.

"And I will." Shatterskull replied. "Once you've cum on my dick, and I've knotted that perfect little cunt of yours to make sure none of my precious seed escapes." Each thrust of his cock drew gasping little moans from Alicia's abused throat, sounds which couldn't quite muffle the squelch that accompanied each movement within her greedy pussy. Cum trickled down her thighs, jostled free from her cunt with each movement, hot and viscous against her skin.

It felt good. It felt deliriously good, and the impending release that had slowly waned over the past few minutes gathered rapidly in her core once more. Alicia moaned, biting into her forearm to stifle the noise at least a little. Her breasts were pressed against the forest floor, nipples rubbing against leaves and twigs, sending delightful little sparks of pleasure down to mingle with the surging ache between her legs.

The beast's cock felt wonderful in her pussy.

Shatterskull's pace picked up, slamming into her so hard that his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. It felt good, but it still wasn't quite enough. Alicia moaned as she spread her legs wider, canting her hips back to chase after that sensation. She wanted to cum, more than she wanted it to be over, and with her arms busy keeping her face up off the cold, hard ground, she couldn't reach beneath herself to rub at her clit.

Her greedy pussy clenched and sucked at the wolf's cock, coaxing him further inside as she hovered on the edge of release. Just a little more would be enough to do it, to tip her over the edge. It was maddening, and the surrounding forest was filled with her keening whines as Shatterskull fucked her. It was hard and perfect, and she never wanted it to end.

"Fuck, I could destroy this pussy all day." Shatterskull panted, his claws tightening around her hips as he slammed into her stretched pussy so hard that Alicia struggled to remain upright. "Our time is almost up though, my little slut."

"Please!" Panting, slick with arousal, Alicia pushed herself back to meet each of the wolf's solid thrusts. "I'm so close, please!" His dick felt thicker somehow, something wide and solid pressing up against her opening with each plunging stroke. A promise of sensation that she chased after, wanting it inside her. She could feel the build of tension in the pit of her stomach, in her core, a desperate tease of pleasure.

"Impatient little bitch." He snarled, though his pace didn't slow. "I'll let you have your gift, as promised. Breed you. Fill you up with my cum!" With one final, monstrously powerful push, the thick bulb at the base of Shatterskull's cock popped into place. Deeper than before, thicker than before, he forced himself into her tight pussy with a snarl.

Alicia howled her release, back arching into the wolf's muscular chest. Sensation washing over her, pleasure exploding from her core as her orgasm shook her slender body. Her arms shook, struggling to hold her up as she came hard on the beast's knot.

Strong arms wrapped around her chest, holding her tightly in place as a second jet of hot liquid coated her insides. Shatterskull snarled in her ear as he came, emptying himself inside her trembling body, his seed reaching deep within her.

Alicia collapsed back against him, exhausted. Pleasurable aftershocks rippled through her body, making her tremble against the massive form of the beast still buried within her. He moved to sit, holding her carefully to his chest. She could feel his cum sloshing against her inner walls as he moved, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure trembling through her.

"Told you I'd let you have your gift." Shatterskull seemed pleased with himself, but the arms holding her in place weren't painful, and she could no longer feel the dangerous press of claws against her flesh. "Now, wasn't that fun?"

"Mm." Alicia could only hum in reply, her voice lost to the post-coital haze for the moment. Pleasure drunk, she relaxed back against the beast with a sigh, marveling at how warm and soft his thick fur really was. "Can I go now?" She finally managed, making no move to escape.

"Eventually." Shatterskull said, his thick knot still buried in her tight cunt, the swollen bulb trapping his massive load inside her fertile body.

Maybe, she thought, this wasn't so bad.

Maybe the next full moon would be even better.

It Came from the Sea

By

Tricia Lark

FINALLY, THE BIG DAY had come! My very first one as an official crew member of the famous Curious Mermaid. Well, "famous" was maybe stretching it a little. Captain Darriez was still an up-and-coming explorer, but he was certainly very promising, and braver than most. Ever since the Fog Barrier that had magically blocked the way to the Marindi islands had finally disappeared, he had been one of the first ones to prepare an expedition. They had stayed unexplored for hundreds of years, and had never been well-known even before that. That was the reason he was bringing me along: I had just graduated from the Calrays Navy Academy as a licensed cartographer. There weren't that many of us, now that most of the world had been mapped out, and even less who wished to go to such a dangerous place. Even though the half-goddess Archae had brought her army of sea monsters with her when leaving the islands-trying and failing to conquer the neighboring continent-no one quite knew what she might have left behind. But my thirst for adventure was so strong that I was ready to face any risks, no matter how serious.

To be completely honest, my growing crush on Darriez was also no stranger to my decision. I had seen him at a conference he gave for my school, and I had been enamored with the daring explorer ever since. I would never miss out on the chance of getting close to him, especially in such a context! It was well-known, after all, that going through such adrenaline-filled circumstances helped people get friendlier with each other. And potentially hornier. If the manly captain ever wanted a woman to satisfy his every need, I would make sure to satisfy him.

Not that I really knew how to do that, to be completely honest. My studies had left me with no free time and now at twenty-one years old, I was still a virgin, to my secret shame. I knew how things were supposed to happen in theory; my friends had told me all about their own experiences, and I had been reading as much lewd literature as I could get my hands on these last few months. Consequently, I had frequent bouts of arousal whenever my thoughts happened to wander, which was bound to be quite frequent whenever Darriez was in my vicinity. This morning, I had needed ten more minutes than usual to pack my things, which were mostly spent lying on my bed with my hand between my thighs, moaning the explorer's name.

And now, after getting ready, I had arrived in front of the ship. It was tall and large, as more than thirty men were supposed to embark for a weeks-long trip. The captain was already on the deck, inspecting some crates, and a shiver ran along my spine as I was getting closer. My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed the footbridge leading to the boat. Hearing my steps on the creaking wood, he raised his head, his dreamy gaze meeting mine. I reached out to shake his hand, somewhat hesitantly.

"Greetings, Captain. I'm Nelin, the..."

"Oh, our cartographer! Welcome, welcome!" His hand grabbed mine to answer my gesture, and I immediately felt my crotch moisten as warmth filled me. Up close, he was even more handsome than I remembered, and smelled like a mixture of spices and leather. "We're all very glad to have you with us. Most mapmakers are quite brave, but not many of them answered our call, and truly, I can understand that! Who really knows what horrors might wait for us out there? But my curiosity always gets the best of me!"

"I won't lie, I can't help but worry a bit," I admitted with a light chuckle. "But I chose this job because I wanted to live an adventurous life, and the risks are part of its charm!"

"Ah, yes, I like this mindset." He nodded enthusiastically. "You'll fit right in with the rest of my crew! And don't worry, we're tough, we'll protect each other if needed. Now, come! You have a personal cabin, just next to mine."

He took my bag and turned away, thankfully just in time not to see my cheeks redden. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a door between his room and mine, if he could sneak in at night, and-

But this was not the time to let my wild fantasies take away my focus. I followed him to my personal quarters and quickly unpacked my things, before the ship finally left the docks. I spent a moment on the deck, staring at the bustling city that was getting further and further away. Would I really see it again in two months as envisioned? Who knew if we wouldn't get lost, end up sunken somewhere, or even attacked by the vengeful half-goddess herself? But leaving was my decision, and I stood by it. It was too late to go back now, anyway.

I then went to meet the rest of the sailors. They were friendly and easy to talk to, and before the end of the day, we were already chatting like old friends. Most of them were experienced, and some had even seen the Marindi islands from afar; they were only a few sailing days away, if the winds were strong and no tempest slowed us down. There were many patches of land, but most of them were small, judging from what previous explorers had seen through the deep fog. Now that we could finally reach the archipelago, we might discover bigger dry areas-and, on them, possible traces of ancient civilizations. If that was the case, Darriez' fame as an explorer was sure to grow, and it would probably benefit my own career.

I didn't have much to do yet, so all of my time was spent either talking with the crew or watching the captain from afar. I soon had to excuse myself to my cabin, feeling once again the need to touch myself, this time more silently than in the morning. I couldn't wait until I could finally spread my legs for him, feel his rough hands on my soft skin, hear him groan when discovering how wet and tight I was. How could I make it all happen? I would probably need to be patient, deepen our bond slowly, and then jump on any opportunity-that would inevitably arise, or so I thought. But it felt like my urges were now growing by the hour, and the wait would be a difficult one.

Dinner then went on without issues, and everyone headed to bed. I was hoping to see the captain enter my cabin, but was disappointed, although not surprised. It wasn't easy falling asleep, as the trip had me both nervous and excited, but I finally managed to get some rest.

The following days flew by. We were still in well-known territory, so I didn't have anything to map out yet; I took the opportunity to learn more about sailing responsibilities, and to talk with Darriez as often as I could without becoming a bother. The more I got to know him, the more charmed I was, and I felt like my attraction was beginning to be mutual. More than once, I felt his gaze following me, and he always seemed happy whenever we could spend time together. Although I was careful not to rush things, despite my growing desire to bend over for him whenever we were alone in a room. I knew better than to risk ruining my chances, and it's not like I was in a hurry otherwise.

After two weeks, I was woken up by the lookout excitedly screaming.

"Land! Land Ahoy!"

I hurriedly put on my clothes and ran to the deck, where the crew was already gathered. Everyone was staring into the distance, where, indeed, vague silhouettes could be seen. It was still pretty far away, but my heart was racing already.

"Only one day of sailing left", said the captain right next to me. His eyes were brighter than ever, and his expression was one of both joy and determination. I knew how impatient he had been to finally see the islands himself, as a true adventure lover.

He turned to me, smiling. "We need to celebrate! Tell me, are you free this evening?"

My face flushed. "I'm always free for you!" I couldn't help but blurt out. His smile widened, and he nodded.

"That's great, then! I'll come to get you a bit before sunset, and we can admire it together. We'll be very close to the islands by then, and I'm sure it will be a beautiful view!"

My heart fluttered. This definitely had romantic undertones, and I was now almost certain that everything was going as I hoped. I had definitely made the right decision! Darriez finally left my side to go back to work, and the crowd soon dispersed as well. I spent the day preparing my future maps, now that I was about to see the lands up close. I would have way less free time starting tomorrow, which was probably why the captain wanted to spend the evening with me now.

The hours seemed to linger on for years, but finally, a knock on my door announced his arrival. I had put my prettiest dress on, and he gave me an appreciating look when I opened to greet him once again. We went to sit at the bow of the boat, where the first small islands were now definitely visible, just a few miles away. There weren't many trees on them; they mostly looked like desolate patches of land, surrounded by high, sharp rocks. Nothing really exciting yet, but we spent the following half hour discussing what he hoped to discover there. Surely there would be something, since this had been the home of a legendary, and still mysterious, deadly half-goddess and her army for such a long time. The place had stirred some interest in every part of the continent, and other expeditions were in preparation already, but the captain's one was the very first one, and as such, the most important. Both of us had received several requests from various individuals and groups, including one from a mysterious "Eronomicon Society", which desired information on any unusual beings we might find.

Finally, once the sun had fully sunken into the sea, Darriez led me to his cabin. It was barely wider than mine, and full of various memorabilia from his previous travels, which he started telling me anecdotes about. I had always loved sea stories-which was one of the reasons why I had chosen my profession-and he was so enthusiastic about it that I couldn't help but be fascinated. What wouldn't I give for him to take me in his arms, press his lips against me in a passionate kiss, lift my dress up and throw me on the bed! A now familiar moistness was already soaking my underpants, and my pussy was almost throbbing impatiently while my thoughts wandered more and more wildly. This man liked me, of that I was almost certain. Should I make it known to him that I was fully his already? That I dreamt of spreading my legs wide, to be stretched and filled by his engorged cock, to moan under him at each powerful thrust? Had I been alone, my hand would be between my thighs already, two fingers plunging into me almost desperately.

Suddenly, something heavy hit the hull of the ship violently, startling us both. A few seconds later, the whole boat was shaking from the bottom, and screams erupted outside. Those were not shouts of joy, and my stomach tightened, while the captain's expression was now full of worry.

"Stay here," he muttered. Taking his gun out, he opened the door, and I couldn't help but take a peek at the deck.

I let out a horrified gasp.

Gigantic tentacles-at least a dozen of them-were slithering across the boat, seemingly chasing sailors. One was suddenly grabbed by the waist, lifted from the ground while he cried in terror, and quickly thrown into the sea with an audible splash. Darriez froze for a second, before running out and shooting another tentacle that was lunging for one of his men. The appendage recoiled, a black, sticky substance oozing out of the wound, and finally plunged back into the water.

"We can fight them!" He shouted to the panicked crew. "Everyone, regroup in small teams and shoot in turns! Those who don't have firearms, go get bullets and black powder! We need coordination!

My whole body was shaking. I finally closed the door for a few seconds, breathing deeply to try and collect myself, then headed out to get to the stairs leading to the hold. I didn't know how to fight, but I could still help those who did. Running as fast as I could, I went looking for kegs of powder, where some sailors were already busy making small bags of it to bring back to the shooters. I took some of them with me, but before I could head back to the deck, we suddenly heard a sinister creak of the hull under us. For a moment, everything went quiet.

And then a tentacle bursted through the ground, immediately followed by a geyser of water.

Panic and confusion spread like a fire, in a new concert of terrified screams. More appendages were breaking through the wood, and even though I was running to the stairs, I could tell that the sailors were taken one by one. My breath was ragged, my vision blurry, and it was as if my heart was about to explode.

I climbed the stairs so fast I was almost jumping over them, shaking so violently it was almost a miracle I could still use my legs. When I arrived outside, an eerie silence welcomed me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

No sign of the monster in sight. No sight of anything.

All the crew was gone, leaving behind a spectacle of devastation. The boat was full of holes, everywhere; the mast broken in two, the sails ripped. Water was gurgling in the hold, filling it quickly, and the ship was already going sideways.

The horror of my situation suddenly hit me at full force: everyone was dead, and I was sinking.

My legs finally gave out, and I fell on my knees. Despair surged inside me. How? How could have it all happened so fast? Less than ten minutes ago, everything was fine. And now...

Something poked against my back. Wet. Almost slimy.

My heart skipped a beat.

A tentacle wrapped around my waist, and dragged me away from the deserted ship.

***

Why?

Why was I still alive?

Everything was dark. My eyes were barely getting used to the lack of light, and I could make out the overall shape of the damp cave I was now in. I was sitting on a big, smooth rock, and could hear water splashing around it.

For some reason, the creature that attacked hadn't brought me into the waves, like it did for all the others. Instead, keeping me just above water, it had brought me with it to one of the islands, entering a tunnel that led to some sort of underground room. I didn't get to have a good view of the monster, but it was enormous, its color a deep green. After putting me where I was now waiting, it had left.

Was I supposed to be some sort of snack for whenever it got hungry again?

I was trembling-from the cold, fear, shock. What could be done, now? Should I try to escape? I wasn't sure I would have the strength to swim all the way outside. And even if I did, what could I do? The only land around were the other Marindi islands, and who knew what kind of other horrors I would meet there? Even if I got lucky and avoided unlucky encounters, I wasn't exactly a specialist of outdoor survival. And, sure, there were other expeditions supposedly coming here, but not before a few weeks at least.

My future definitely seemed bleak, if I even had one past the next few hours.

I caught a movement in the corner of my eyes, pulling me away from my thoughts. I tried to stand up, but my body refused to answer me, and I could only stare at the vast form slowly emerging, drops of water rolling around it. It emitted a powerful smell of algae and rotten wood, slightly sweet-but mixed with the metallic tinge of blood.

The monster was back.

I closed my eyes when its tentacles started slithering on the rock, slowly approaching me. Was my death coming? I almost felt relieved at this thought.

And then, I jumped in surprise when a deep voice echoed in my head - in my mind itself.

Look at me, little thing.

My eyelids slowly slid open. Two big, yellow eyes were shining in the darkness, staring at me. And tentacles were circling me, barely moving.

"You're able to talk...?" I muttered, trying to not sound too frightened. I hadn't considered the possibility that this creature could be sentient, but it wasn't necessarily surprising; a monster of this size was almost certainly a magical being.

In a way. The means don't matter. What does is that you belong to me, now.

"I-I'm sorry? What do you want? Why... Why did you kill everyone else...?" My voice was almost breaking. I had to fight back tears.

My territory. My property. I don't allow intruders. I know how they are. Taking or destroying everything.

"We were just there to explore... To gather knowledge."

One of his appendages wrapped itself around my ankle, startling me. The creature seemed to get more agitated.

Lies! Or ignorance! You might not come to conquer. But the others. They would.

I didn't know what to answer. It probably wasn't wrong, after all: if there was anything of interest on this island, someone would come to try to take it for themselves, sooner or later. And would this creature be left to its own devices? That was unlikely.

"You could have... Just scared us away."

Your kind is persistent. I was warned about them. Better to scare them once than fight again and again.

I wrapped my arms around my torso, as if to keep myself warm. Tiredness made my whole body feel heavy and weak. I couldn't think of anything other than the pain, the loneliness. The unfairness. The sailors on that boat weren't bad people; they had hopes and dreams, and they thought they were doing something for the good of everyone else. Had they been wrong? I couldn't tell, but how could they deserve such a cruel and meaningless fate?

Another tentacle slithered towards my leg, grabbing my other ankle.

No sadness. That is not good. I liked your smell. I want it again.

"My... What?"

I raised my head again, staring at my captor in astonishment.

The smell from earlier. Coming from there.

I could feel it slide along my calf, then my thigh. I shuddered, fighting the urge to swat it away. It stopped a few inches away from my crotch.

My stomach dropped. Could the creature be talking about the arousal I had been feeling while discussing with Darriez? It had quickly disappeared once the monster attacked the ship, but it had left traces, wetting my underpants until the sea washed my juices away.

"I can't..." My voice was shaking again. "I can't feel like that anymore. It was thanks to the captain. You killed him. Now, I'm just... I could never-"

I let out a cry of surprise when the tentacle moved again, reaching fully between my thighs. It was wet and rubbery, almost throbbing, and I could feel the suction cups through the cloth. Then, my panties were pulled away and ripped from me.

"No! No, please, I beg you, don't do this!"

I tried to crawl away, but it wouldn't let me. In an instant, my arms were bound, my legs spread apart, and my dress torn in two, the crack of the fabric echoing through the cave. The rock was colder than ever against my now bare skin. Feelings of terror and helplessness were erasing every other thought. Letting that thing use me as it liked was my best shot at survival, but how? How could I let a monster make me into its plaything?

I had no say in the situation, though, and soon it was slithering all over my pussy again. My clit was still sensitive from all the stimulation from the previous days, and when one of the suction cups latched onto it, I couldn't help but moan slightly. I bit my lower lip to try and muffle the sound, my cheeks burning with shame.

In response, the pressure grew slowly before relaxing once more. Then beginning anew. As afraid as I was, I couldn't help but think that this felt better than everything I had ever done to myself. My back arched as if by itself, and the creature forced me to lie down completely, my wrists now kept together above my head. Other tentacles rubbed my breasts, wrapping around them, lightly pinching my nipples. My breath was ragged, my face flushed from a mixture of fear and pleasure as I tried to avoid making any noise, but when I felt an appendage brushing against my moist slit, I let out a gasp. It was opening it, spreading it apart.

My whole body stiffened. "No! Not that! Anything but that!"

It didn't listen.

The cold, moist thing was now inside me, slowly pushing against my internal walls, forcing its way through. It was larger than the fingers I had occasionally put in my pussy, and soon, it was deeper inside as well. A sudden sharp pain made me jolt, and I cried out softly, tears now rolling on my cheeks. The creature had taken my virginity for good.

It was staring at me, not moving except for its rubbery arms, and I closed my eyes to escape this chilling gaze. What did it want from me? Was all this really just because it enjoyed my smell of arousal, or did it have something else in mind...?

The suction on my breasts kept increasing, but it was not enough to distract me from the appendage that seemed to be endlessly going on, shoving itself inside my most private of areas without giving me any chance of resisting it. I could feel it twitching inside me. My back arched again when it finally stopped, pressing against the entrance of my womb. Could a man ever reach this far? This monster was giving me sensations I could never have elsewhere, of this I was now certain.

I slowly relaxed my muscles. My arousal couldn't be denied anymore, and I realized I had been loudly moaning for some time already. I had to give in; I wanted to. What else could I do but enjoy these newfound delights? The tentacle was thrusting inside me, sluggishly at first, then faster and faster. I was tightening around it, as if I craved more stimulation still.

My legs were spread wider once again, and another appendage started sliding inside me. My eyes widened. Could I really take that in? It was stretching me almost painfully, but my hips were searching for it. I wanted to be filled. To know pleasures I couldn't have ever dreamed of.

I groaned as the tentacle was progressing slowly, but mercilessly. My thighs were shaking, but I was already starting to get used to it, to crave it. And, soon, both were reaching my womb. They rested there for a few seconds while I was catching my breath.

Then, the creature wrapped another arm around my waist. My eyes opened in surprise as I was lifted from the ground. For a second, I panicked; did it want to eat me, now that I was fully aroused again and my juices dripped from my burning hot pussy? But it stopped moving after raising me just enough that I didn't reach the rock under me anymore. The monster was staring at me more intently than ever.

The appendages inside me started going out. And then-

Were jammed back inside in one thrust. I screamed.

The monster pounded me. Hard. Fast. Deep inside. I could barely take air in, and my legs were helplessly twitching, unable to stop anything. The creature was so strong I couldn't even think of fighting back.

And the truth was that I didn't want to.

My thoughts were eroding away, replaced by pure, shameless ecstasy. All fear was gone, and I abandoned my body to my captor. It was everywhere around me, on me, its cups stimulating every sensitive part, its many tentacles slithering on my bare skin. I let my head hang back, fully focused on taking the pleasure in, as it played with me like its puppet.

My mind went completely blank as I finally came, my internal walls gripping almost desperately on the rubbery arms still ravaging me. And it kept going, again and again. I begged it to do it, to never stop, whenever I managed to breathe enough that I could cry out. I felt like I was burning inside, overwhelmed by ever growing sensations.

I came again.

And again, in waves sending shivers all over my body.

The master of these lands was right: it owned me. I was its property. And I desired it more than anything. Nothing else mattered anymore; the pain, the terror, all the deaths that were caused by our foolish endeavor.

There was only this pleasure now.

Had I paid attention, I would have noticed my skin graying, the thin layer growing between my toes, my eyesight subtly changing. But the only thoughts echoing in my head were those of my master, that I could hear more clearly than ever. As if they were truly mine.

And, after all, why would I have not wanted these delights to last - for_all eternity_?

From the Desk of Calliope Callas

_ Medusa and Theories on Stone and Water _

By

Selina Cormier

"THERE IS MORE to this world than what we see everyday. People used to talk about monsters and gods, and what happened to them? Did they fall off the face of the Earth?" I cleared my throat and began pacing in front of the projector. "It would be a mistake to pretend they never existed, or, more importantly... that they no longer exist. My research proves that there are places still inhabited by ancient creatures. And with your funding, I could seek out those places and return with knowledge heretofore unknown!"

I gestured to my slide behind me, then slumped my shoulders. "No, they'd never go for it. 'Heretofore', who says 'heretofore'..." I muttered to myself.

I shut off the projector and let the empty classroom fall into darkness. In three days I'd be presenting my thesis to a panel of judges, and if I was lucky - very lucky, according to my professors - I might get funding for a research expedition to forgotten islands of Greece to find lost monsters.

I looked over my notes again and then flung them at the trash. Who was I kidding? Tenured professors didn't believe in Gorgons, or sirens or giants or anything fun.

"My fellow academics," I said, throwing my arms out to an invisible crowd, "I am here to tell you that Medusa is real. And I know where she is. And I may even know how to stop her from turning me to stone! Well, technically." I waved my hands and shook my head. "I could also reverse anyone else turned to stone! Wouldn't that be fantastic for science? For anthropology? Think of the possibilities! And all it would take is the low, low cost of one ticket to the sun-kissed isles," I closed my eyes and pictured my favourite postcard photos, "of ancient Greece..."

"Ahh, your proposal includes time travel as well?" a voice asked with a mirthful lilt.

I spun around quickly. A man with a navy blue tailored suit and a puffball white beard was standing just inside the doorway. I hadn't heard him come in.

"Um, sorry, was there supposed to be a class here?" I asked, rushing to pick up my things. He stopped me with a raised hand.

"No, you're fine to stay here. In fact, I hope you will. I had questions about your research."

"Oh! Well, uh..." I faltered. "Ask... anything you like, I suppose."

He smiled and set down his leather briefcase on the nearest desk before perching himself there. I could see the initials ES on its surface.

"My name is Edmund Price," he said. "May I know your name?"

"Oh, Calliope Callas," I said, feeling an urge to bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Miss Callas, the pleasure is all mine." His smile made him look both younger and older. I would have placed him somewhere between 40 and 140 years old. "Please," he gestured an open palm towards me, "tell me about Medusa. You say you know where she is. Do you mean to say that you know where to find a statue, or perhaps the resting place of an actual woman named Medusa?" He tilted his head.

I felt like he believed in me, so I stood up straighter. "No, sir, I mean the actual gorgon monster with snakes for hair."

A gleam shone in his eyes, like Christmas had come early. "Miss Callas," he said, "I believe we may be able to help each other. You see, I work for a group who has a special interest in finding real monsters, and we would be willing to pay you for it."

I stared at him, mouth agape. "Sir, I - I'm grateful, but don't you want to know what my evidence is?"

"Oh, we already know," he said, straightening his sleeve cuff. "We already know about how you solved the stone problem. We already know about the book you found last year, the one with a map. And not only do we know all your collected research, we are also very impressed with how you approach the subject." He smiled at me and opened his briefcase.

When he turned it towards me, my eyes bugged out of their sockets. He had two thick stacks of cash sitting beside a large leather journal and a thick black pen.

As well as packs of condoms, lube, vibrators, and plugs.

I felt my mouth snap shut with a click. I blinked twice, slowly, and turned my eyes back to Mr. Price.

He grinned. "Yes, it's often shocking to new recruits, so we like to make our intentions clear from the beginning. You see, we don't have a strictly scientific interest in monsters." He gestured to the toys. "We also have a carnal one."

My mouth moved, but no words came out. I shook my head and tried to formulate some kind of... words...

"Sir, I believe this is very inappropriate..." Yes, that was the right thing to say.

"Oh, is it?" he asked, that gleam still in his eyes. "Is it inappropriate to talk about the sexual nature of these creatures, when your own research implies that you would be willing to have sex with them in order to better understand them?"

I breathed out a nervous laugh. Of course I would. The woman had snakes for hair, could you just imagine her going down...

And then I realised I'd said that out loud.

Mr Price grinned at me. "That's the spirit," he said. "Our particular interest is in getting first-hand accounts of what the sexual encounter was like. This journal," he said, picking it up, "transfers anything you write directly to us, so we can know immediately how everything is going on your travels."

"No need for wifi..." I said with a nervous laugh. But was I nervous? I felt shaky but... in an electrifying way.

I bit my lip and thought about it. There was no way I'd get that funding through traditional academic resources. And here... I glanced at the money.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Price picked up a stack and rifled it in front of me. He was strumming what was easily thousands of dollars. "We will of course pay for your entire trip, including expenses." He looked at me knowingly and placed the cash back in the briefcase before shutting it again.

He held it up by its sides, flashing the stylised ES symbol. The gold embossing gleamed at me.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked.

I hesitated. "How long?"

"Until you're done. We'll even send more funding if needed."

Oh, I almost passed out. Deep breath, deep breath.

"And you only want... a written account."

"Of your intimate research."

I nodded and bit my lip. I couldn't do this. There was no way I could do this...

I held out my hands. "Deal."

***

This wouldn't be the first time I'd gotten on a plane to Greece. That part of the trip was uneventful.

I found a hotel on the main island closest to my target and dropped off my things. It was so lovely, with whitewashed walls and blue window frames that opened to a gorgeous view of the sea from over the nearby rooftops. The sun made everything gleam. I put on my favourite white dress with blue embroidery and headed down to the pier, carrying a waterproof backpack with everything I'd need: a lunch, a towel, the leather journal and a couple leather toys, and the notes I'd made from the book that had gotten me this far.

Medusa's island wasn't on any official map. I would be using the book I had found last year, in a dusty corner of the second-hand shop in Athens, which gave specific coordinates. The title translated to The List of Ancients, and it had been exactly the book recommended by all of my previous research. I had been lucky to find a copy; I'd almost believed there were none left in existence.

I double-checked the coordinates I had written down, and then walked up to the nearest boat on the pier.

"Excuse me," I said in Greek, "could you take me here?"

The man took one look and shook his head, a flash of fear passing over his face. He shooed me away.

So did the next sailor. And the next.

I stood at the pier, wondering what I was doing wrong. They seemed paranoid. But the locals couldn't possibly already know about Medusa, could they? I'd thought I was breaking new ground.

"I can take you."

I wheeled around. The most gorgeous man I'd ever seen was standing there, tall and tan and dark-eyed.

"Yeah, that would be amazing," I said without thinking. He could take me anywhere and I'd agree to follow him. "I'm Calliope."

"I'm Nick. You want to go to the haunted island, right?" he asked. "You won't get any of the older folks to go," he said with a huffed laugh, "they're all too superstitious."

"Really?" I asked. "And you're not?"

"More curious. I'd never had a chance to pass by there before, but everyone says there's ghosts or something around that way. Is that what you're going for?"

"Sort of..." I trailed off, not sure if he would understand.

I followed him to the end of the pier, where a sailboat was waiting.

"Charybdis," I read out the name painted on the side.

"They say to name your boat after the thing you want to avoid in order to bring it luck," he said with a grin. His smile was so bright. He reached out to take my hand, and I gave myself a small shake to come back to reality.

Once we were boarded, he showed me how to ready the sails and in no time we were off.

We spent time chatting about nothing and everything. He was sweet. He told me about his sabbatical year off from university to sail around the Greek isles. I told him I was on a research trip.

"Oh?" he asked. "And what's on this abandoned island that could interest a scholar?" he teased.

I looked at him and decided to be honest. "There's a possibility that those old fairy tales are true," I said, staring off into the surf. "I got funding to bring back proof."

"What, you're going to cut off a gorgon's head and bring it back to turn your enemies to stone?" he said, scoffing.

"Nope," I popped the p. "I'm going to fuck one of her statues."

He stared at me. "You're going to fuck a statue."

"I mean, I assume that's what the Eronomicon Society wanted from me," I said. "They sent me to sex something up without getting turned to stone, and I can't exactly fuck Medusa, can I?" Not that I wouldn't want to try...

He held up his hands. "Hold on. You're going to go to Medusa's island, stare her in the face, and not get turned to stone? How are you going to do that?"

"Oh, that part I'm actually proud of," I grinned. "You see, the old texts I'd been reading mentionned a 'water of life' that can restore life back to stone. And it took me a while to figure out exactly what that was. At first I thought they meant some kind of fountain of youth. But that would have been impossible to find, and there were never any references to some fountain or some youth potion. Then I found one more text that talked about the water of life..." I trailed off, biting my lip.

"...What was it?" Nick asked, gesturing for me to continue.

"It was in a sex story from ancient times," I said, blushing. "They had called cum 'the water of life'."

Nick bit his lip and his eyes flashed to my chest before immediately coming back to my face. "So..." he said slowly.

"So," I said. "So, I was going to make myself cum and see if that would be enough, but it might help if you..."

"Have sex with you?"

"Well, um, not if you don't want to, I..."

I stopped talking when Nick tapped his finger under my chin. He smiled at me hungrily.

"I would love to give you what you need," he said.

I shivered. "It would be, um," I swallowed, "It would be best for you to cum inside me, then it..." He kissed me softly and my eyes fluttered closed. "It'll be..."

"Shhh," he said, kissing me again. He pulled me close and pressed his whole chest up against me. I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my hands under his t-shirt.

He moved away briefly to undo his belt, then he tugged up my skirt and pressed his hand against my panties. I grinded into his palm for a moment before he hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled them down.

I reached into his pants and pulled out his dick, giving it a few tugs. It didn't take much to get him hard.

"Oh yes, put that dick in me," I said, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He grabbed my waist and lifted me until my back was pressed against the mast.

He drove into me in one smooth motion, and I moaned. He was thick, thicker than I was used to. He bit my collarbone and pumped in and out slowly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, and he growled as he thrust harder.

Every time he pushed in up to the hilt, he paused to grind, and I moaned with the sensation. He liked that, and kept it up until I squeezed my eyes shut and started writhing. Then he couldn't hold back anymore and began to pound into me so fast, so fast and deep, I didn't think he could go any deeper, and right after my legs stopped spasming, he groaned and pressed into me. I felt a hot jet of cum fill me, and I couldn't hold back a laugh.

Nick panted in my ear. "What are you laughing at?" he said.

"Not you, you were perfect," I said reassuringly. "More than perfect. I'm laughing because I hadn't thought to find semen last night, and it's lucky that you're the sailor who decided to help me today."

Nick grinned. "I guess it is a lucky day for us both."

***

We landed in the shallows beside the island not too long after. "I can't go any further, there are a lot of rocks," Nick said.

"No worries, I can swim," I said, pulling off my dress. I double-checked that the plug was still safely stuck in me, keeping the semen there for as long as I'd need it. I hoped that it would be water-tight.

"I still think you're crazy," Nick said.

"Only a little. Promise that you'll stick around until I come back?" I said.

"Are you sure I can't come with you?"

"You already did," I joked.

Then I jumped overboard and swam to the island.

The foliage was lush as soon as I stepped on to the beach, more so than it had seemed from the boat. And it was quiet. No birds were singing, no insects chirping.

The wind rustled the leaves of the trees above and I stepped deeper into the forest.

According to the book, she lived in a cave in the very center of the island. Unfortunately, I didn't know how far that would be.

I tried to step carefully, barefoot and in my underwear, but I still made noise in the dead silence. I felt like I was being watched.

A few steps further and I came face to face with... someone. I gasped. A pale marble statue stared back at me, covered in moss. Carefully, I got closer. It was a flawless work of art, if it had been carved. Every detail was etched in, the small wrinkles around the woman's eyes, the tiny mark of where a dimple would be if she smiled. There were even stretch marks on her thighs, which were bare.

Then I noticed more statues like her. All of them were naked. Most of them were covered in moss and sinking into the mud. But some weren't. Some were very carefully cared for, and those had happy expressions on their faces. Or, no, not all of them.

I walked up to a clean statue that had a look of horror on his face. He was sitting on the back of another clean statue, this one with a face of ecstasy as she bent over on hands and knees. I walked around them, trying to understand, and saw that the woman statue had a gaping vagina. It would have been big enough to fit a dick, if someone were inclined to fuck a statue.

I was driven by curiosity and, without thinking, I knelt down and touched her. I slid a finger into her crevice, rubbing along the inner walls, wondering if the inside was as intricately carved as her face.

It was. The inner ridges were accurate to life.

I wondered who would make such a realistic fucktoy.

Then with a shake of my head, I remembered where I was, and I pushed myself away.

I realised that up until this moment, I hadn't fully believed I would actually meet Medusa. But the more I looked around, all these hyper-realistic statues...

The evidence was undeniable.

I glanced down at the horrified man, still sitting on the woman's back. His penis was fully upright, and he was positioned perfectly for anyone who wanted to sit and ride him.

A woman had needs, and it seemed that Medusa certainly knew how to take care of hers.

I heard a shuffling behind me that was more than wind, and I resisted the urge to turn around immediately. Instead I closed my eyes shut tight.

"Are you, are you her?" I asked.

A woman hummed happily. "It's been a while since I've had a new piece to add to my collection," she said with a low throaty laugh. I heard her move around to stand in front of me, walking on two legs. I heard the hissing of small scales rubbing against each other.

"I didn't mean to bother you, I-"

"Oh, no no, you're no bother, dear," she said, her words sliding like a caress. "I haven't had company in a while. My little pets are all lovely, but they can be a little stiff for conversation." She hummed her laugh again. "You're a little different. What's this?" She touched my bra.

I jerked in surprise. "Um, it's a new invention, from about 50 years ago," I said.

She didn't stop fondling my chest. Actually she put her other hand on my other boob too. "It's nice," she hummed. "Soft. It's the colour of flesh, and it feels like flesh, but it's still clothing, isn't it?"

"Um, yes," I said, blushing. I kept my head down and risked peaking through my eyelashes. Her hands were scaley and grey-green. I could see the hem of her full-length red dress brushing the tops of her feet.

"Hm, you'll have to do more than that," she said, suddenly ducking her head. I managed to squeeze my eyes shut in time. I heard her pout. "I'll make you a deal," she said. "I'll let you pose yourself. And I'll set you free after I've had my fun. But you have to leave this," she squeezed my boobs through my bra, tugging at the fabric.

"Deal," I breathed. I was making a lot of risky deals lately.

She suddenly kicked my legs apart and I jerked my head up and opened my eyes to keep my balance, but too late. As I fell backwards, I reached my hands up, opening my mouth to remind her she'd made a deal, but the stone crept up and covered me before I could make a sound. She grinned down at me through the curtain of snakes covering her head. "Just like that," she said, reaching down to tug on my bra. "And still blood-warm, how nice this will be for a change."

She sat on my waist and put her hands on my face. I couldn't move, but I could still feel when she kissed my lips gently.

"My new pet," she said in a sing-song voice.

I couldn't believe it. The water of life was supposed to work! What had happened?

She pressed on my chest, caressing my bra like it was my skin. It was my push-up bra, too, so there was a lot of padding to dig her fingers into.

She continued down my body, running her fingers over every inch as she went. She paused to run her nails over every dip in my skin, making me feel tingly.

This was harder than the time I'd been tied up after student mixers. At least I could still squirm then!

She got to my crotch, where my legs were spread open enough for her to have easy access. Casually, she tore off my panties, then stopped. She stared down at the bright pink plug.

"What's this?" she asked, prodding delicately at it. I wanted to squirm. I was still sensitive from my time with Nick.

She ran her fingers over it, and saw that there was a lip to it. She hooked her fingers around it and pulled.

I was surprised when it slipped out easily. I would have thought that I would be stone there too, but I felt my vagina twitch.

"Ooh," Medusa said, leaning closer. I felt her breath on my vulva. Her head popped up to look at my face. "Clever, clever girl, you figured it out!" She pressed the tip of a finger inside me and pulled away with a dab of cum. "The only problem is that it has to be touching every part of you in order to work. Good try though. Maybe I will let you go after all." She smeared the cum from her finger onto my stomach, and suddenly that stripe twitched.

"If you're very good," she said, leaning over to tap my nose, "I'll come over every inch of you, so you can have that freedom I promised you. Oh, but until then..." She leaned back down and put her face close to my vagina. I almost thought she was going to eat me out, but instead, the snakes on her head lunged forward and began to lick all over.

Each of their little tongues lapped up a bit of cum still dripping out of me, leaving me completely clean, except for the new wetness I was developing.

"Oh," Medusa clapped her hands excitedly. "We haven't had a self-lubricating toy in a long time!" She plunged her fingers into my cunt and pressed my G-spot and clit between her thumb and fingers.

I felt my pussy pulse, sensitive.

"Yes, yes, just like that, darling," Medusa murmured as she fondled me. She pressed a kiss to my stomach. "Just like that." She squeezed my g-spot a few more times then removed her fingers before I could come.

"You don't come before me," she said, pulling off her dress. Her breasts were just as scaley as her arms, but with little pink nipples. I could see the glisten of her pussy lips, like fish scales.

She sat down on my waist again and leaned her body sensually over mine. "Mm, where to begin?" She said. "Should I come in your mouth, so you can moan for me? Or do I use your fingers, so you can properly please me as we go on?"

I couldn't answer, but I desperately hoped she would sit on my face.

She smiled and turned until she was straddling my right hand, which was outstretched. My fingers slotted into her pussy lips, and she hummed in approval.

She moved slowly at first, rocking back and forth. My fingers felt slick and warm, and I wanted to move them. Then suddenly I could. I curved the two fingers that were inside her, coated in her juices, and pressed against her.

"Ah, yes," she moaned, pressing back against me. My arm still couldn't move, but I did my best to finger-fuck her.

She came, coating the rest of my hand. That was now free.

"Mm, good girl," she said, pressing a kiss to my lips. She raised her hips and lowered herself back over my face. Some slick dripped into my mouth, and suddenly my tongue could move again.

"Nmph," I tried to say.

"Shh." She sat down on my nose and lips, and those, too, became free to move. I reached my tongue up into her pussy and lapped at her like her snakes had...

...Like she was currently doing to me. I felt her lips press over my clit, sucking me into her mouth. She sighed as she rocked back into my mouth, then rocked forward so she could press her own mouth into my pussy.

"Mm, I haven't tasted something so good in a long time," she murmured as she rocked back over my mouth.

As I licked her, I had to agree. Her juices felt like an aphrodisiac.

Her tongue returned, and with it her fingers, spreading me out. She dipped her fingers in me like she was looking for something. Then she stuck in three fingers, stretching my insides, then stretched me even more, until I felt her cup her hand to catch the cum dripping out of me. She ran her wet hand over my hips and waist. Suddenly I felt like I could buck up.

She left me like that and leaned back to sit fully on my face. I would have suffocated if I'd still needed air, but it would have been worth it. She rode my face, grinding her clit over my chin when my tongue was too occupied with eating her out.

"Yes, so good, keep going." Her breath hitched and she twitched, squirting her cum all over my face and neck. She rocked back and forth, spreading her juices as far over my body as she could.

"Good girl," she said, lifting herself back to sit on my thighs. She patted my cheek and rubbed her cum over my shoulders, my arms, my left hand. I could sit myself up now, and I did, grabbing her by the waist. She stared at me warily.

And then I kissed her.

She melted into my arms, kissing me back. Surrounded by statues that Medusa liked to fuck, I felt as light as air.

I pulled back enough to speak, our breaths puffing into each other's face. "We aren't done yet, right?" I asked.

"Of course not. You haven't even had a chance to enjoy Remi yet," she gestured to the sitting man with the erect penis.

I nodded my head. "He does have an impressive dick."

***

The sun was beginning to set when Medusa put her hands over my eyes. Earlier she had lifted me while my legs were still stone and sat me on Remi, and used my own gush of cum to coat the rest of my frozen body. Then we had taken turns helping each other get off on the statues spread around her island.

"You need to go," she said sadly. "Once the cum is all dried, you'll be vulnerable to the curse again."

"Can I come back sometime?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed as she pulled her hand away.

The snakes on her head hissed in what I had come to know as approval. "Of course," she said. "I'd be very happy to keep you."

I thought about becoming one of her permanent decorations and shivered. If it meant having days like today, that didn't seem so bad.

She took hold of my shoulders and turned me around. "Your boat is back that way. Oh, and..." her hands brushed over my back to unhook my bra. "I'm keeping this."

She pushed me away and I stumbled along the path back to the water, keeping my eyes down the whole way.

Nick was still waiting for me, like he'd promised.

"I thought you'd never come ba..." he stopped mid-sentence and stared at me.

"What?" I looked at myself and then covered my breasts. I had forgotten I was completely naked now.

"I guess you had fun?" he said with a smirk.

I grinned back. "Exactly."

The Hendrickson Files

By

Latrexa Nova

30 Oct 2021

SIX YEARS AGO, the society almost lost an entire team of its members in an expedition to discover the source of countless reports of victims to an unknown entity in the Caribbean. The only one to return was Dr. Victoria Hendrickson.

She was not herself.

We took her to our labs for testing. Much to our surprise, her cells were reformed. Her womb was blocked from scans, and her x-rays came back with strange and unusual symbols written on her very bones. It also seemed that every time she endured physical contact, she writhed with pleasure, on the verge of climax. But only ever on the verge.

Whatever happened to her out there has left her a mindless fiend for the erotic, simply a quivering mess of need and want.

In an attempt to understand and search for a way to restore her mind and senses, we have compiled the few notes recorded by our members in the field for study, sparse as they are.

We beg of you, if you have any insight, please write to us.

- Kamharida Obiakolam, Ph. D.

5 Jun 2015

17.189877, -88.497650

16:37

From the journal of Sid Baker

It's so fucking hot here. Humid. We had to take this clunky plane from the airport. Landed in this field in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Marsha talked to the locals. Apparently this level of heat isn't normal. We're all sweating our balls off here. Most of us working on the base have opted to run around in little clothing, or nothing at all. Personally, I'm not a fan of going commando so I've been living in my boxers since we got here.

That's not to say I'm not enjoying the view. Actually, that's probably a better reason for me to keep my dick covered. Lupe, Sarah, Diya, Chung Ho and Mark all opted to let everything out. Victoria, Dave, Marsha, and Pablo are all suffering the clothed option with me. It's been real hard to concentrate, not gonna lie. I've always had a thing for Lupe especially, and seeing her work, just going about her business while fully nude is proving to be too much of a temptation. I know we all got into this biz from our less than savory interests in untold erotic horrors, but I always find it hard to figure out who is here for business more than pleasure. Except Victoria. She's definitely always been one for business.

A few years ago, we were part of this expedition to hunt down some sirens near Antarctica. While the rest of us stripped down to nothing and jumped into the frigid waters to get the life banged out of us, she was the only one who held resolute and got the rest of us to safety. Albeit, we all just grasped for each other to take out our sexual desires while she piloted the boat to safety, but still. Chick had a hell of an iron will.

What was really starting to fuck with me, though, is I swear I was seeing the naked group all sneak touches against each other. It was this game between all of them: Chung Ho rubbed his dick up against Diya's leg, Sarah grazed a breast against Lupe's hand, Mark slid his hip past Diya while she's bent over, ass and pussy on display.

Whatever was here, we could feel it. There was this constant humming in the air, and if you listened too closely this shuddering drum was almost too low for the human ear to hear. In fact, some of the older members--Marsha, Chung-ho, and Dave--couldn't hear it at all. We did our best to record it, hoping to take the sound samples back to the lab for analysis to figure out if it has any particular effect or purpose.

Lupe needs help setting up the tents, so I'm gonna go sneak my own innocent touches past her skin while I can.

6 Jun 2015

17.167421, -88.49990

01:28

From the journal of Guadalupe Ximenez

It's freezing. There's no way I'm able to sleep in this weather. As soon as night fell, we all rushed to throw our clothes on, but none of us expected temperatures of 35°F/2°C in the middle of summer in a tropical forest. I feel like I'm going crazy. And fuck if I'm not horny all the time now.

That humming we all noticed has been getting stronger. Louder.

I don't know how to explain it. It's like if you bottled up what an orgasm sounds like and just played it on repeat... _That's_what it is.

There's a Yucatec family nearby, runs a farm. No kids. They don't let kids anywhere near this place. They know something is here. Say it's always lived here, that it has a greater claim to the land than the most ancient of peoples. Scared the crap out of me when they were telling me about it. Got like a ton of goosebumps and a whole ass shiver down my spine.

We knew whatever was here was something big. That's why we brought so many of us. Needed plenty of researchers to make sure we'd make it out of here in one piece.

Sexual discovery at all costs didn't mean we had to be stupid about how we went about it, after all.

Fuck, though, I'm gonna burst if I don't come soon. And I'm gonna freeze to death if I have to sleep alone. Where the fuck is Sid? He's been throwing out those big blue puppy dog eyes at me ever since we got off the plane. Think it's finally time I let him in.

6 Jun 2015

17.167381, -88.49982

02:13

From the journal of Lee Chung Ho

I wasn't going to watch at first. I just came out there to take a piss, cold as it was. I could see my breath. I had a little fun with it, blowing a couple big breaths to watch the water vapor turn to ice crystals before my eyes.

Then I heard it. The moaning. Panting. I went to see what was happening, and there was Lupe riding Sid. Her dark breasts were bouncing on her chest as she bucked against him, her arms holding to his legs to stabilize her.

I'm a man of simple needs and tastes. I snuck over to get a better angle and hid behind a bush before pulling my half-hard dick out of my three layers of pants. Crazy that you can go from too hot to function to this cold in the span of a few hours. Whatever was going on here had an effect on the weather, for sure. I gasped as I felt my frigid hand on my cock and it withered for a moment in protest.

"Fuck, Lupe, you're so god damn tight," Sid moaned. His pale hands wandered over her chestnut colored skin, the contrast beautiful and sensuous in the moonlight. Blood pumped through my cock, hardening it in an instant. Lupe and Sid were hot as fuck. I thought it before we'd made it to Belize, but being here... seeing the shape of their bodies so clearly and how they pleasured each other only added to my lust for them.

Not that I'd ever act on it. I couldn't help it. I was a voyeur. I didn't want to participate, just watch. This was a dream come true for me.

I cursed at how cold and dry my hand was and had to pause a moment to hold it against my torso under my shirt to warm it up. Once it was warm enough, I took it out and spat hot saliva into my palm and immediately used it to warm and tug at my cock.

Lupe grabbed Sid's hair and he cried out. With his mouth already open, she pulled him to her breast and forced him to suck at her nipple. She moaned as Sid clamped his lips around it. I imagined what it must feel like for her with his tongue teasing at the sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing along her breasts.

I groaned, unable to stop myself. I panted for a moment, afraid they'd catch me and stop what they were doing. But there was no change in their movements. That constant humming grew louder and louder, morphing with the pants and moans of their sexual congress and causing me to lose myself in their act completely. I felt as if there was nothing else around but us. Our work didn't matter. Our lives didn't matter. Only this, here and now.

I could barely feel my hand on my cock anymore. I could feel the sensations of someone stroking them, but my hand must have been so numb that it felt like someone else. It drove me more wild, more desperate. My balls ached and tightened as I saw Lupe turn over so that her ass was bared for Sid. His blue eyes were dark with desire and I envied him as I watched him caress and squeeze her thick ass. He dropped his hand to massage her pussy and she squirmed against him with a moan.

I gasped as the air turned hot. I felt like the molecules were rubbing against my skin, sensitizing every nerve so I could feel every caress of the air. Sid slammed hard into Lupe and I watched as he began to fuck her hard and fast. I felt a tickle near my asshole, maybe sweat dropping by it.

And then something pressed at the puckered nerves there, seeking entry. I turned to look, to see what was there, but my head was forced forward to watch the couple. A cold shot of fear flashed through my system.

Something had me. Something too hot and powerful was at my backside, holding me in place. The only movement I was allowed was each continued stroke of my cock.

I moaned as whatever it was finally pressed inside of me. My muscles clamped down against the foreign sensation, trying to push out whatever got in. It was slick and moist, and it filled me so completely it pressed against my prostate. Reflexively, I squeezed my cock and bucked into my hand. I was lifted above the bushes, and that's when I saw Lupe catch sight of me.

Her full lips dropped into a wide O as she saw whatever had taken hold of me. Sid, too, moments later caught sight of what was happening. At first he paused, too shocked to keep his rhythm and maybe trying to figure out what to do, if I needed help.

But then the thing behind me began to pulse in and out of me. I felt hot, wet tendrils move across my shoulders and circle around my nipples. And then something to match that thick wet thing in my ass forced its way into my mouth.

I tried to look down, to see what it was, but I was still held, trapped looking in one direction as I was being pleasured by this mysterious presence.

Sid pulled Lupe close to him, his dick still inside her, and he began to bite and suck at her neck, pinch and twist at her nipples as he continued to plow into her.

They were both now watching me. Watching what was happening to me, and so turned on by it they couldn't stop fucking each other to help me.

Overcome by my own sense of helplessness and arousal, I came apart in my hand. I saw stars and my vision turned white as an orgasm so intense it felt like it broke my brain shuddered through me, sending my cum raining down to the ground around us.

Before I blacked out, I saw Sid and Lupe climax together and slump to the ground.

7 Jun 2015

17.167411, -88.49937

20:15

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

Lupe, Sid, and Chung Ho have been acting oddly since their reports on what happened this morning. We have no restrictions on sex between members, so it was strange that none of them would come forward initially with their actions the other night. I fear whatever ancient force we're contending with has already gotten its claws into them.

Reading back on their accounts, I am having trouble discerning at what point the entity arrived or what it looks like.

All Sid and Lupe had to say was that they went into the woods to fuck, but that they don't remember what happened. They don't seem overly concerned, as if whatever has gotten into their heads has wiped their memories and left a note not to be worried.

Chung Ho wrote a detailed report of his experience in his journal, but when I tried to interrogate him further about it, it became clear to me he had no idea what I was talking about. As if the whole encounter had happened to someone else entirely. He's usually very thorough, and has an excellent memory. He's been a treat to work with in the past, and his voyeuristic tendencies have always done well for gaining information others would have missed.

Whatever we're about to uncover has me so deeply terrified.

In my fifteen years as a researcher for the Eronomicon, I have encountered thousands of strange beasts and nefarious horrors, all bent on taking sexual satisfaction from their victims, whether they like it or not. I've always felt I was perfect for this role, because the temptations that lure so many others are hardly a thought for me. There is nothing some external force can do to me that my own mind cannot overcome.

It's saved us over countless expeditions.

It's not to say that I am chaste or sexless. Just that I have a fairly unrivaled willpower and standard for what sort of sexual situations I'd like to be in.

That's why I got into this. All sex had become boring and trivial, until I stumbled upon a succubus. She had me in her thrall until some society members discovered us and pulled me out. She had sucked much of my life force, and I had to build back who I was entirely. I never wanted to be subjugated like that ever again, and so I trained myself to fight the ways all these creatures could get inside your mind and twist your sexual desires to their will.

I have never doubted my abilities since then. Until now.

7 Jun 2015

17.167411, -88.49937

00:23

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

The dreams.

I just woke up with my hand up my cunt, drenched in my own arousal. Mark was pressed up against my backside, his own hands not fondling me but Marsha's breasts, pressed to my front. I woke up to a chorus of hot, panting breaths between us all. It was a challenge to extricate myself from the pile of writhing bodies. Not just because we were all so interconnected, but because of the strange pull I felt in my mind. Tendrils of seductive temptation tried to keep me there.

And not just that, but as I rose, I felt Mark's hand reach out, slide down my leg. Marsha's lips at the back of my knee. I saw shapes in the tent rise and then Diya had wrapped herself around my waist, pushing my shirt and sweatshirt up to kiss up my stomach to my breasts, aching despite myself. Pablo was behind her, thrusting himself inside as she bent over to kiss and fondle me.

None of them were awake. None of them seemed to know what they were doing.

I knew I had to stop it, to push them away and figure out how to break this strange spell the being had over us. That constant orgasmic humming was ever-present, and the shuddering drums echoed around us.

There were stimulants in the lab tent that could probably break us free, if only I could get there.

I gasped as a mouth pressed between my legs. As I looked down, I saw Dave's thick form there, his curly hair the only sight of his head I had with his face buried against my throbbing cunt.

I was losing control, and I knew it. I was being pushed over the edge, pushed past my own abilities to reign it in.

He sucked at my clit and I rolled my hips into him. My hands came up to hold Diya close as she continued to lick and nibble and my heavy breasts. I felt a stubbly kiss at my neck and sighed against the sensation. From the height, I could tell it was Mark. His hands traveled low and pulled my cheeks apart to rub his engorged cock against the cleft of my ass. Surely whatever force had taken over their minds wouldn't fuck me there, right? I didn't want that, I couldn't let them.

I didn't want that, right?

He pressed me forward, and Diya pulled my mouth to hers as I bent over. I held onto Dave's head for balance. He drew back from my soaked cunt, his own face drenched in my fluids, for Mark to rub himself in the slickness.

He groaned, and drew his cock along my slit to tease at the tight bundle of nerves at my ass. I whimpered and tried to wriggle away. Dave held my legs steady. Diya pressed me lower and I had to hold onto her hips for support. This was too wrong, too much.

I was trapped, whether I liked it or not.

As Mark pressed his swollen cockhead against the puckered hole, I moaned. The sensation felt so foreign and as he drove deeper I tried to relax, knowing it would only hurt if I protested. Dave was at my clit again, slurping up the fluids just beneath it that betrayed my enjoyment.

Diya had lost her stability, now that she was being plowed hard by Pablo. I couldn't stop the giggles that escaped me as pleasure surged through me. Mark had buried himself full inside and the muscles relaxed against him, acclimating to the sensation of pressing down on this thick cock that refused to leave.

I had gotten so far inside my head that I didn't realize how close I was to orgasm. Dave drew my clitoris between his lips and nipped hard as he thrust his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. My fingers dug into Diya's hips and suddenly I was keening with pleasure as my orgasm rolled through me.

Mark stumbled backwards and drew me with him as he fell to the floor, his cock spearing my ass with even more force from the impact. He held my hands down as Dave pulled out his own hard cock and plunged it into my still-rippling cunt. I cried out in protest, sure that if I could just disengage I would make it to the lab tent and save us all.

Instead, I was held down, impaled by both men as they thrust hard and fast into me. I groaned at the feeling of their two cocks rubbing against each other through my inner walls. I detested myself for how much I enjoyed it. I was better than this, a quintessential professional. The others could fuck around and fuck off all they wanted, but I was always the one to stay focused, stay on target, and get us out alive.

But it was so hard to think with that throbbing hum in the air, only growing more sensuous with the breathing, panting, moaning of my fellow researchers.

I gasped as Sarah slinked over towards us. Almost as if he could read her mind, Mark pulled me back against his chest, aiming my mouth upwards. She lowered herself until her wet cunt was directly over my mouth. I shook from the warmth and sweet smell of her. Something in me was desperate, needy. I had to taste her and lifted my mouth just slightly to connect with her slick lips. I was moaning constantly from the force of Mark's and Dave's cocks sliding in and out of me. I could barely breathe for how thoroughly I licked and sucked at Sarah's sweet cunt. I clasped my mouth over her clit, sucking and lapping at it to drive her over the edge as I was being driven.

I looked up to see Marsha kissing Sarah, each of them fondling the other's breasts. From what I could tell, peeking past Sarah's tight curves and Marsha's well-toned body, we were all joined in this train of erotic connection. Pressure built in my core as we all in tandem thrust faster, harder, more wantonly. I could tell everyone else was close too, and in moments a roar filled the tent as we all came in unison.

I moaned and wailed, overwhelmed by the throbbing quakes of my orgasm, sucking in every bit of seed that Mark and Dave had unleashed into me, drinking up the squirted arousal Sarah had unleashed.

I was dizzy and too debauched to push Sarah off of me so that I could breathe. Pushing back my tangle of hair, I looked around lazily at everyone. They were all waking up now, every one of them trying to process what had just happened and why there was cum all over the floor.

I was too exhausted to explain. All that was important is that we regain our strength so we could fight this arousing entity with everything we had.

7 Jun 2015

17.169124, -88.41732

04:16

From the journal of Diya Ahluwalia

Sid, Chung Ho, and Lupe have all disappeared. The team has been a mess since the sleep orgy the other day. We all suspect that the temptation got too much, that whatever they had experienced the days before was too powerful for them. We assume they went in search of the creature to pleasure them as it had already.

None of us knows what it looks like. Some of us have sought comfort in each other, trying to experience sexual pleasure on our own terms and not just the creatures. Mark, Sarah and I go a long way back, we've done this before. But when we try anything on our own, we're unable to reach a climax.

I don't blame the three deserters. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold out either. I swear I can still taste the orgy on my lips, and that damn humming gets louder every day. Just when I think it can't get any worse... I wake up and there it is.

13 Jun 2015

17.134924, -88.29342

13:36

From the journal of Pablo Velazquez

The rumbling drums are finally gone. I woke up in the ocean, on a raft with Diya, Marsha, and Mark. We have supplies here. I don't know how we got here. None of us know where we were trying to go or what has happened the last three days.

Diya and Mark are barely responsive. When I took Diya's hand earlier, she immediately reached for my crotch and started playing with my penis, no words. When she touches me, I can't resist. We fucked right there, with Mark and Marsha watching. They began to fuck too, each of us watching the other and trading partners and touching each other. The raft somehow held up.

It's so hot here. The sun is baking us where we float. There's no sail on this watercraft, and only a few sticks I suppose we had tried to fashion into paddles. They're not very good.

13 Jun 2015

17.134932, -88.29314

15:22

From the journal of Marsha Graham

It's scaring me more than I'd like to admit how all Mark and Diya do is stare at us. It's like they lost their minds. Pablo and I can't figure out what we're supposed to do or what happened to the others.

It's scarier still how difficult it is for us to control ourselves around each other. We shouldn't still be like this. The humming has become so distant, and we are no longer near the site. Why can't we control ourselves?

13 Jun 2015

17.135023, -87.011934

15:22

From the journal of Pablo Velazquez

It is coming. There is

nothing we can do

it is coming it is here it is all around us inside us throbbing pulsing everywhere nothing can stop it nothing can stop it it is all we need all that matters all that has been all that will ever be

I see it it is all I see

21 Jun 2015

17.167381, -88.49982

23:18

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

The others are gone. I think in their lucid moments they tried to escape. I can only hope they succeeded. Better than what I'm sure happened to the original deserters.

It's easier with them gone. Nothing left to distract me from what needs to be done.

I've been trying to find the source of that constant hum, the drumming. I hid out in the local cave systems when I could, but they're full of rapids. It's dangerous. The highway system here has been closed for months because of this creature. Nobody else wants to lose their loved ones to some sex-crazed evil beast.

Fuck if this isn't the most difficult expedition I've ever been on before. I've never lost so many team members either. I can only hope the society is able to take what they need from my journal and extrapolate a solution if I don't make it back.

I'm pretty sure I figured out where it's hiding. It clearly has mind control powers, as well as some telekinesis, temperature control, and... I think it can shape shift. I don't know about the last one. I still wasn't able to get a proper answer about what ravished Chung Ho in the early days.

I'm starving. I've barely been eating, and I think I'm so drained that the creature is making me feel like all I want to eat is cum. I'd laugh if I wasn't so tired.

I've packed all the stimulants and suppressants I can. Armed myself with everything I could carry. I'm going in tomorrow and destroying that beast for all its worth.

22 Jun 2015

17.167423, -88.49123

06:09

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

I'm dripping in this disgusting slime. I can barely write, but I know at this point I'm so likely to fail this mission that all I can do is record what's happening. It feels like my nerves are on fire with need. I keep having to pull myself off the walls any time I find an alluring stalagmite. I just want to be filled and fucked. I need release. My hand isn't enough. The humming and drumming is all I can hear besides my own heartbeat. It shouldn't be this loud. But I feel the pulsing, pumping beat of my blood between my legs.

Each step I take, I try to rub my legs together for relief.

There is no going back.

?? Jun 2015

??????, ????????

??:??

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

The monster is huge. It shouldn't fit in here, but it does. It hasn't seen me yet. Calling it a monster doesn't seem fair. It's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. I can feel its love and lust and hunger. It's no colors and all colors and a shifting, pulsing art. It has long tentacles that fill all the empty space in the cavern, searching and wandering.

I see the bodies of my friends on three of them. I cannot tell if they are dead or alive, but the tentacles within them pulse with life. There are others here too that I do not recognize.

I wonder what it would be like to join them. It must feel so good to have that tentacle inside you, wrapped around you, holding you...

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??????, ????????

??:??

From the journal of Victoria Hendrickson

The Divine One has asked that I record for you what it is doing to me. Right now, I am hanging in the air, by its mercy. I only have use of one hand to write this, but my wrists are otherwise bound by one of the thick and sensuous tentacles. Two more each have pulled my legs apart so that it can see how well I adore what it is doing to me. My cunt is dripping, pulled apart like this. Subjugated.

I long to be filled.

Another tentacle is wrapped around my waist, squeezing hard, but lovingly.

I long to be filled.

I watch as it plows itself into my friends, fucking them so hard they come apart.

I am filled with arousal, knowing that if I am to die I will enjoy every last second of it.

It spreads its wings and I see the great, gigantic eyes shift to me. It bores into me and I know it can see into my very soul. It knows I am just as small and feckless as the rest of humanity, just a plaything.

I want it to play with me.

A long, bony hand rises from its side and caresses my cheek. Lovingly, gently. A nail scrapes against my skin, drawing blood. I do not cry out. I don't deserve to cry out.

It rises up, and I see its legs, thick and scaly, for the first time. And at the center, its divine cock.

It is huge and bulbous, with ridges and bumps along it. I cannot imagine what it will feel like inside me, only that I cannot wait to experience it. As long as the Divine One feels I am worthy of it.

A tentacle slips into my mouth, and I am overcome with the sensuousness of it. It sucks at my tongue and blisters my lips. I feel the ridges of the trabeculae push down my throat. I choke and gag, but I feel that much more whole. Need and desire pulse through me from my mouth. Whatever the Divine One wants of me I am here to offer.

That slender, bony hand draws itself across my legs, leaving a trail of scratches in its wake. The injury only drives me further into lust. So much that I'd rather it plunge its claws fully into me so that I can feel it inside me than bear these tiny little cuts.

It pulls me closer and hovers me over that thick, throbbing cock. I moan in anticipation. Instead of slamming me hard against it, the Divine One traces its cockhead along my labia, its precum mixing with my own desperate arousal. This close, I am overwhelmed by the sensuality of its form, so unlike anything I've ever seen before.

And finally, in a punishing thrust, it is inside me. My muscles scream to take it in. It hurts. It hurts more than anything I've ever experienced before. Just as soon as the pain has flashed through every fiber of my being, an ungodly pleasure follows in its wake. It grinds against me, pushing deeper and deeper in as I groan, acclimating to the cycling pleasure-pain of its thrusts. It doesn't take long before I am coming. Harder, more intensely than anything I have ever known. I am only desire and pleasure. Only a toy for this great being.

In the next moment, I feel a tentacle teasing at my ass, already so slick from my juices. It barely waits to plunge inside me, and the pleasure is so much greater than that sleepy orgy. My muscles are still shuddering from my orgasm, and the sensation only draws my climax out longer. I feel like I have been orgasming for days, and it keeps pushing, keeps drawing it out more and more and more and more.

I want to be filled. I want to be whole.

And then, in the next moment, a sound I cannot begin to describe fills the room. I know it is the sound of the Divine One's pleasure. It releases its seed inside me, so powerful. I can feel its seed climbing inside my womb, filling me. There is another fluid that shoots out from its tentacles into my mouth and ass. It sends shockwaves of blissful nirvana through me. I am one with the Divine One. I am one with the universe. I see the beginning and the end. There is nothing but it and I, and nothing but I and only it.

I am one. I am nothing. I am full. I am whole.

31 Oct 2021

42.066885, -81.339941

00:00

From the journal of Kamharida Obiakolam

Something inside her has been growing. It was finally born, and it destroyed the lab. Last I saw, Dr. Hendrickson is still fine, but who knows for how long. I have hidden out in one of the safe rooms. I don't know what happened to my fellow scientists. I hear a humming, a drumming. It is all I can hear now. It's getting so loud, so so loud.

It is

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