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Peter loved reading, and especially loved reading the stories that dealt with fantastic adventures full of magic and mythical creatures. He never thought his thirst for fantasy would have him run across one of his father’s old books. Now Peter is going to read about the most fantastic adventures of all; and ones he shouldn’t be looking at. “And Thus He Read the Stories Full of Monstrous Sex” by E.M. Beastly, is a short story that puts an interesting twist on finding your dad’s adult stash of mature reading material. Only this one has a dragon!

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It was not unusual for Peter in a flight of fancy to imagine the bookcase surrounded in a mystical vaporous fog. The contents of the bookcase guarded by some unseen poltergeist that would trick his hand to pick out some mischievous tome for his daily inspiration of otherworldly pleasure. However, this evening something was amiss. A book was missing and a rather voluminous one at that. Peter could not remember a book taking up such an amount of space before, and all books were accounted for as far as he could tell.

No matter, his hands knew exactly where to look for tonight’s remaining entertainment. At first they lurched for a copy of Tolkien, but then decided he wanted something of a sword and sorcery narrative, like that produced by Robert E. Howard. Then he also took a copy of ‘The Last Unicorn’ by Peter S. Beagle to contrast the primal savagery with something more charming and lyrical. He snatched both in haste and hurried to his room. He did not believe in ghosts, but had a knack of frightening himself all the same when it came to farfetched conclusions. The gap in the bookshelf had a grip over his senses that he couldn’t understand, and played marvelous tricks with his imagination. Peter had always been that way, maybe it was due to too many such books where the limits of the imagination were lifted away. Nonetheless, now was the time of high adventure with dragons and savage beasts.

Except the collection of Howard’s work struck him in a light that was not its usual savage tone. They were still the same stories of a battle hardened hero fighting in untamed and hostile lands against all manners of beasts and demons. There was still the scantly clad beauties who either fought at the hero’s side or had to be rescued from monstrous threats. Nonetheless, the warlike action, the danger and suspense was replaced with a romantic beauty both savage and wild that he had never noticed before. It was not the first time Peter’s hormones got excited by the description of scantly clad warrior woman wearing only tattered loincloths for protection. Yet, there was something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. Perhaps it was in the description of the prehistoric giant monstrosities like a giant snake or the draconic-like lizard beasts that sometimes these women were used to appease in sacrifice. This time around they somehow seemed more arousing than dangerous.

Implications of such a taboo sexual deviance hadn’t much crossed his mind before. Now it was the only thing he could think about. It was making him have a rather uncomfortable time with the erection in his pants. He couldn’t justify it. The sexy hot woman being taken by their warrior conquerors he could relate. The idea of primal, prehistoric monstrosities coming to play with their chained sacrificial offerings, that was different. It wasn’t in any of the stories, yet, his mind seemed to create its own. A woman chained with crude iron shackles waiting to be sacrificed to some primal and ancient beast. It is a prehistoric terror, much like the tyrannosaurus in power and design. At first he looks menacingly at its prize, getting ready to tear apart and devour its offering, and then the hero shows up in the nick of time. He is rippling muscles covered in sweat and scars, a testament to how harsh his fantastic world is. He wields an ax bigger than he should carry and slays the beast in a violent battle of glory and blood.

But nay, this time he does not show up and the beast gets what he wants. And to everyone’s surprise, Peter’s most of all, the giant beast of teeth and scales begins to lick his dirty and sweaty treat. He particularly licks her naughty bits behind her loincloth to see if she’s in heat. She is shocked, and so is Peter for imagining such a thing. She struggles against her constraints and yells curses at the beast, but he doesn’t care. She is his sacrifice after all, and he is a god to these primitive savages who worship him here up on his mountain. He continues to lick her, he really likes this one. He can find food elsewhere easy enough. It is finding a mate to please him that is a more tiresome endeavor up here on his isolated mountain. She just needs a little convincing. She has a lot of fire and spirit as she screams and yells at him. She tells him she will tear him apart herself if she is ever free from these chains. The beast is amused, she would make a good and protective mother if she was of the same blood as he. Her companionship will have to do, but first he must put out her fires. His fat purple tongue goes deep inside her from underneath her loincloth. She is warm, soft and moist, a very tasty treat. With how fat and slurping his tongue is, even she can’t help but feel pleasure from it.

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Fen was a monstrous beast, and was thoroughly dominating her sister. He made all the same growls and roars that she came to know from her new dad. To see, hear, and feel this intense action up front was well beyond the simple taboo of a private peepshow of her sister’s sexual adventures. This was raw, wild, and on a whole other level than what nature intended. It was particularly overwhelming to Shani who was new and young to this game.

That thick, red dick of Fen’s slid in and out of her sister’s pussy with ravenous speed. His furry balls were lapping up the spray from the wet friction. Fen growled and barked between devouring Camille’s breasts in his slavery canines. Faster and faster he wailed his dick inside of her until with a furious thrust his knot punched its way inside. Then his fury turned into sexual brutality. Instead of going fast, he just started slamming her hard with wound-up heavy hitting thrusts. He started every thrust by cocking his hips back, then the fired and hit her hard again, that knot of his cock dragged her body with it each time. His thrusting whip lashed her whole body around like a rag doll. Shani could see the bulge in Camille’s body from where his cock’s knot held onto her body. It really could fit all inside, and it was making her sister cry out, “Yes! Yes! Ahh yes!” as she was dragged around by the furious pushing and pulling of it. God, if his tongue, which he only licked across her clitoris, could make Camille’s body succumb to the convulsions of an eventual orgasm, then his monstrous fucking cock was forcing her to sustain a perpetual one as he tore her up. It was absolutely delightfully terrifying.
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Lovecraft approved erotica!
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I could see clearly in the starlight what they were doing to her. The black coils shined with wetness as they entwined around her wanting breasts, squeezing and pushing them to the sky like an offering. They pulled her legs apart and flicked their heads across her naked bush.
'Please, I can't fight it anymore!' She cried out, 'I want you to have me, to fuck me, I can't take it anymore. I hear your cries of desire, take me!'
The forces heard her cries and slid its dark cock into her. The fat black slithering shaft glided with a starlight glisten between the suckling lips of her pussy as though it had always belonged.
I lay drenched in the cold rising waters, too fascinated to do anything but watch. The drumming wanting sounds that echoed from nowhere filled my ears with temptations I didn't understand. I wanted to see this happen but I didn't know why. I wanted to see my partner get ravaged and fucked by something indescribable. I was removing my clothes right there in the bog. I wasn't noticing what I was doing until more sexual madness aroused me to join my partner.
I kept out of reach of the flailing black tentacles that were filling my friend even though I was watching with lustfully hungry eyes. The river, however, would not have this and new monstrosities rose from cold waters to make sure that none would escape its temptations. Two large humanoid creatures with gills and fins swam to shore and strode past the tangled net of waving black willow cocks.
By the time I had noticed them I had already stripped down to my underwear, and even it was coming off as I went to pleasure myself with my fingers and rubbing my tits to keep them warm in the cold water.
There was a spell upon me. I had felt it this whole time but now it was stronger than ever. It was the only explanation for the lack of fear in these things. I knew what they came here to do, I had seen them the night before. No moose had come to our camp in the dead of night. Nay, it was spirits of the river who only had a desire to fuck. Horny fucking spirits who took on shapes and forms that best reflected their nature.
I couldn't help but continue to stare at my partner who was being ravaged furiously by the tangled tendrils of the river. Holding her up in the air while tendril cocks thrusted quickly in and out of her hole. One had forced itself into her moaning mouth and forced her to suck on it. The rest had to wait and be content slapping and slithering across her body, finding crevices and valleys of flesh to rub against to sate them as they waited.
As for myself, I don't think the river needed to send its minions. I was too enthralled by the enchanting sight to turn away, even as the odd fish headed beasts tore my underwear off, sat me down in the cold muddy earth and spread my legs. If I hadn't felt the jamming of that fishy cock inside me, I would have walked into that waiting trap of willow vines turned monstrous, and let them do the same to me.
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Lovecraft approved erotica!
http://myBook.to/Bundle3
E.M. Beastly
https://twitter.com/em_beastly

Tidbits and Teasers:
I could see clearly in the starlight what they were doing to her. The black coils shined with wetness as they entwined around her wanting breasts, squeezing and pushing them to the sky like an offering. They pulled her legs apart and flicked their heads across her naked bush.
'Please, I can't fight it anymore!' She cried out, 'I want you to have me, to fuck me, I can't take it anymore. I hear your cries of desire, take me!'
The forces heard her cries and slid its dark cock into her. The fat black slithering shaft glided with a starlight glisten between the suckling lips of her pussy as though it had always belonged.
I lay drenched in the cold rising waters, too fascinated to do anything but watch. The drumming wanting sounds that echoed from nowhere filled my ears with temptations I didn't understand. I wanted to see this happen but I didn't know why. I wanted to see my partner get ravaged and fucked by something indescribable. I was removing my clothes right there in the bog. I wasn't noticing what I was doing until more sexual madness aroused me to join my partner.
I kept out of reach of the flailing black tentacles that were filling my friend even though I was watching with lustfully hungry eyes. The river, however, would not have this and new monstrosities rose from cold waters to make sure that none would escape its temptations. Two large humanoid creatures with gills and fins swam to shore and strode past the tangled net of waving black willow cocks.
By the time I had noticed them I had already stripped down to my underwear, and even it was coming off as I went to pleasure myself with my fingers and rubbing my tits to keep them warm in the cold water.
There was a spell upon me. I had felt it this whole time but now it was stronger than ever. It was the only explanation for the lack of fear in these things. I knew what they came here to do, I had seen them the night before. No moose had come to our camp in the dead of night. Nay, it was spirits of the river who only had a desire to fuck. Horny fucking spirits who took on shapes and forms that best reflected their nature.
I couldn't help but continue to stare at my partner who was being ravaged furiously by the tangled tendrils of the river. Holding her up in the air while tendril cocks thrusted quickly in and out of her hole. One had forced itself into her moaning mouth and forced her to suck on it. The rest had to wait and be content slapping and slithering across her body, finding crevices and valleys of flesh to rub against to sate them as they waited.
As for myself, I don't think the river needed to send its minions. I was too enthralled by the enchanting sight to turn away, even as the odd fish headed beasts tore my underwear off, sat me down in the cold muddy earth and spread my legs. If I hadn't felt the jamming of that fishy cock inside me, I would have walked into that waiting trap of willow vines turned monstrous, and let them do the same to me.
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