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The Summoning, pt 2

The resistance from the woman in my hands had _vanished_. Not that she was enthusiastically fucking me back, but her feeble attempts to fight back ceased while I __took__ her for a second time on the floor. Her head grinded into the wooden floor, curly, chestnut hair plastered to her face and shoulders in a ruined ponytail. Thin arms flopped against the ground while her curved back arched and tensed with our rhythm. A slender waist contradicted her squishy, round ass, currently elevated before me by trembling thighs.

I drove into her over and over, her musical cries for help, or mercy, or _whatever_ she had been screaming subsided. They were replaced by a kind of guttural groan. Which made sense, considering I’d been _rearranging her guts_ with my meaty rod. I smiled at the prospect of having broken this woman like a horse, more pleasurably than any other mortal to have experienced my wrath. Read more »

Twisted Alien Abduction

Inspired by a submission on r/dirtywritingprompts. Enjoy!

It’s not often I get a quiet, rainy afternoon to myself. Gina, my wife, was out running errands, and our son, Gavin, decided to spend some time at the gym. I decided to catch up on some shows everyone at work had been talking about, but _first_. Might as well rub one out in this rare moment of _total_ privacy.

I had just gotten a raunchy video on the big screen TV, erection raging, bottle of lotion at the ready, when the doorbell rang. Frustration erupted in my chest, but I took a steadying breath and strode to the door. Emily was standing on the other side, shivering in her rain drenched clothes.

“Emily?” I said in a surprised greeting. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Mr. Flagg,” she responded. I stood aside to allow her through the door.

“You know you can just call me Josh,” an offer I’ve given her countless times in the four years she’s been dating my son, but one she has yet to take me up on. Read more »

The Summoning, pt 1

__Warning__: This story contains rape and extreme size difference. If you aren’t interested in fantasy with brutal acts, this one won’t be for you. Otherwise, enjoy.

Sometimes I _hate_ being a demon. Countless millennia spent tormenting, various hauntings, and even being summoned by mortals in search of something “greater” can be a bit boring. Don’t get me wrong, I cherish their screams. From the sulfur pits to the converted skeptics, their screams and wails are music to my ears. It’s just so… repetitive? Mundane? Something seems to be missing, no matter the misery inflicted. Perhaps they’re not the only ones being tormented.

Another day, another few souls tossed into my pit. I almost roll my eyes as they fall into my domain. _Humans_, they’re so __tedious__. Their sins brought them here, one way or another. Yet they always plead for _mercy_ or _forgiveness_, as if I’m capable of either. I’m often left wondering what would happen if I just _let them go_. Maybe I’d end up suffering tortures far merciless than them, maybe I’d be exiled from the pit I generally call home. Maybe nothing would happen, and I’d be left in absolute boredom. I’m practically lost in thought while starting in on the new souls, when the soft glow of a summoning illuminates around me. A chuckle breaks from my mouth as I wave menacingly to the confused people before me. _Little break for us all_, I think just before I vanish. Read more »

Symbiote Evolutions, pt 1

I’m Cassandra, but most call me Cassie. Really, _most_ call me Nova – my superhero alter-ego name. What started out as a suicide attempt gone wrong led to me developing superpowers, and I’ve been in the hero biz ever since. The manifestation of powers and other brilliant enhancements to my body certainly cured my initial depression, but there are certainly days I’d rather go back to my quiet, boring, debt ridden life.

My unorthodox origin is standard enough. Tried to off myself with a painkiller overdose at work (after hours, of course), but was discovered by a pair of scientists before the drugs could really kick in. I was genuinely happy to be found, thinking it was some divine intervention, but quickly learned this was not the case. The scientists had no intention of “saving” me, they just happened to be in need of a fresh cadaver. The drugs had barely kicked in, dull clutches of death slowly squeezing from within, when their first experiment began. Read more »

Graduation Sleepover, pt 2

I woke up the next day later than intended. The girls were all finishing up breakfast by the time I made it to the kitchen, Janelle leaning over to eat some cereal placed on the island, the exact spot where I’d pumped two loads into her the night before. My eyes lingered on her barely covered ass, the tight yoga pants leaving little to the imagination. She smiled brightly at me when I walked in, biting her lip as she looked at my crotch. Samantha, Blaire, and Claire were all at the table, each of them sharing a coy giggle as I slipped around behind Janelle to get to the refrigerator. My wife was humming happily to herself over a couple of pans while she cooked eggs and bacon, and I cozied up next to her with a cold bottle of water. She kissed me on the cheek when I picked up the spatula, agitating the eggs while she turned the bacon. Read more »

Pokemon Misadventures, pt 1

My alarm chimes, the _5 am_ wakeup call. It’s an early morning (for me), but the rare Pokémon rumored to be in this part of the region won’t wait around forever. I wriggle free from my sleeping bag and adjust my pajamas. They’d twisted around in the night again, not exactly uncommon for someone who tosses and turns in her sleep. My pack is nearby, and I grab it on my way out of the spacious tent.

The pajamas I am wearing do a good job concealing my early 20s, athletic figure. Don’t know about you, but my parents made _absolutely_ sure to drive home the “_everything in the wilds wants to breed you_” speech when I said I wanted to be a Pokémon hunter/trainer, even going so far as to suggest I carry a Ditto with me at all times. You know, so when something “_leaps from the brush to mate with me I can use it as a distraction_.” I looked at them like they were legitimately crazy when they suggested it, but agreed just to shut them up. __Imagine my surprise__ when their advice would actually save me from an especially frisky _Machamp_ a few years ago, and then a pair of Mr. Mimes a handful of months later. I shudder at the memory, _that_ was one sandwich I wanted __no__ part of. Read more »

The Promotion, pt 1

I couldn’t believe it. How could he not even _try_ to take advantage of me? I’d given every signal and hint; laughing at all of his stupid jokes (even the ones that weren’t funny), I’d toyed with my hair, slid my hand down his arm, tons of eye contact. Thought my attire alone would have screamed _”fuck me”_ all on their own, but no. Even when we were alone, Mr. Davis driving me home after babysitting his two kids, nothing. I could tell he wanted to have his way with me. His sparkling blue eyes screamed the passion he dared not speak in front of his wife. So, why does he never speak up while we’re alone?

My eyes searched his face for some clue. Something I missed, maybe I’d been misreading? But even in the darkened setting of a late night drive back to my house, the sexual tension was heavy in the air. Just a few more blocks for him to speak up, reach out, pour his heart out to me. Or, at least pull over, tear my skin tight skirt away and pound me in the back seat. I caught him glancing over at me as we turned onto my street. His eyes flashed to my tube top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to conceal my hard nipples underneath the exposed cleavage. I was tempted to pull the top down, bare my tan, firm c-cups in his car. That would surely be enough to send him over the edge. Read more »

Tentacle Spell

I feel like the book left something out. The spell worked perfectly, at first. The sigil I inscribed on the floor before setting my naked ass in the center glowed, a portal opening after the incantation. The long, thick tentacles described rose through the illuminated circle, wrapping around my waist and legs, up my back and around my arms. Some started rubbing against my pussy, pink folds slick with horny anticipation. That’s when worry started setting in. Seemed like my lazy, lusty day might be taking a turn…

My butt sunk into the writhing mass of tentacles below. I don’t recall being lifted, so I could only assume they were pulling me down. Through the portal. Into an impossible mess of near infinite tentacles beyond. My concentration broke, as I knew it would. Some slimmer tentacles wrapped around my arms, coiling their way to my hands, and ripping the wand from my fingers. This was unexpected, and a smidge more alarming than the sensation of being pulled down. Despite the ceased concentration, wand disarming, and halting of any incantation falling from my lips, the portal didn’t close. Read more »