Kala spun, twirling her dress playfully. It was pale red and woven through with delicate desert flowers, as was the tradition in Camor. She turned to her mother, who was beaming a proud smile at the young woman.
“I still can’t believe you’re getting married.” The older woman said, dabbing at her tearful eyes with a handkerchief.
“Believe it or not mother, you need to hurry or we’ll miss it!” Kala said, jokingly shooing her mother away. Before she had a chance to turn, Kala reached out and planted a kiss on her wrinkled forehead. They shared a silent smile and then her mother was off.
Camorian weddings were simple affairs compared to the lavish parties held in other countries, but there was still a great degree of ceremony to them. Kala’s heart fluttered as she opened the door, stepping out into her garden. She was careful not to drag her dress across the sand as she approached a large cactus plant, blooming with bright purple flowers.
One of these flowers was all she needed now, to present to her partner in exchange for their hand. She reached out, her delicate fingers weaving between the sharp thorns of the cactus, and plucked the largest of the flowers from its place. She brought it to her nose, breathing in the sweet aroma. Her people often said it was the smell of love itself.
Just as she was turning back, she heard a strange noise above her. She looked up and froze. A creature descended on vile wings before her. It had a body almost like a human’s, though the limbs were bulky with unnatural muscle. It towered over the girl, barely able to keep its own weight aloft. Taloned feet sent up a cloud of sand as it landed and beady black eyes stared at her from within the vulture-like head that sat atop its hulking body. She knew the beast, though only by stories. An Oonlok. They were carrion-feeders usually, but this one had been braver than most to come into the village. Kala scanned the house with her eyes, too scared to move. Her mother had gone already, hastened by her words. They lived alone, at the edge of the village, and she didn’t know if screaming would bring help or the talons of the beast down on her faster.
The Oonlok approached, and Kala’s heart froze in her throat. It was only now that she had looked between the creature’s legs and noticed the fearsome appendage that hung there. The beast’s cock was completely erect, nearly matching the size of her slender leg. Worse even, it was savagely ribbed along its length, even the thought of which made the tiny girl shiver. She turned then, deciding to run. She only made it a few steps before her feet became tangled in the long flowing dress, and the beast was upon her instantly.
It tore at her, her dress coming away in frail ribbons under the cruel talons. She cried out in terror, fully expecting a searing pain as those talons dug into her copper flesh next. But it never came. Instead, the creature positioned itself over her, forcing her into the ground with its immense weight. Her bare tits scraped painfully against the coarse sand, but Kala’s mind was on something else. Between her thighs, she could already feel it. The beast knew what it wanted, and it wasn’t long before she felt the wide tip against her entrance. She tried to struggle, but the demon was impossibly strong, holding her still as it thrust forward.
She screamed as her lips stretched wide around a cock made for beings twice her size. Even just the tip felt like it could tear her body apart, but despite her clenching, it slid inside her. With the head inside, the beast continued, her tight pussy helpless to stop its advance. She shook involuntarily, her tits being scraped roughly as the ridged cock slid deeper into her. It tore into her now-ruined pussy inch after inch, even when she was sure she could take no more.
Finally, it was lodged all the way inside Kala. Her stomach bulged obscenely with the size of the invader. It didn’t let her rest, instead immediately pulling back. The bony ridges of its cock slid against every intimate spot, and she was confused to find that, unlike the pain of the first thrust, this time it was joined by a slight tingling in her core. The feeling amplified as the beast slammed deep again, his cock more easily sliding now that it was soaked. Over and over it thrust into her, fucking her with bestial ferocity. The whole time, that little spark was growing. Before long it was running in jolts of electric pleasure through her whole body.
Kala let out another scream as she came. Her ruined pussy clamped down on the massive shaft, which only caused the ridges to rub her walls harder, pushing her orgasm. Her scream scrambled in her throat, becoming a garbled moan as she writhed in uncontrollable pleasure. The Oonlok never slowed, and with each savage thrust her orgasm only intensified, her cunt desperately milking the beast now. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost all control and started to squirt. Her juices splattered against her thighs and over the heavy balls of the monster. Before long she was kneeling in a puddle of her own lust as her head spun, all thoughts lost to the pleasure.
The Oonlok stood then, bringing the dazed girl with it. It held her with one hand, still impaled on its cock, and began flapping its wings. Kala could barely take in that the beast had taken off, too lost in yet another orgasm. Only one thought could make it through her foggy brain: it was taking her to its nest.
When someone finally came to look for Kala, all they found was a torn wedding dress and a trampled purple flower, both lying in a strange puddle.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rgi1uj/kalas_wedding_day_fantasydarkmonsternoncon
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