12 Days of Voracious: Werewolf

Teeth barred at me as I laid no the ground beneath him, the cold cave barely illuminated by the ever-shrinking fire. My fingers dug into the earth, stabilizing myself as I took a breath. He moved forward, nails scratching the wall as he walked on his haunches, breath crystallizing in the cold air.

My hand moved slowly, grazing his stomach and trailing downward. Amber eyes studied me as I stroked the hardness within the sheath. The wolf snarled before his eyes squinted, closing slightly as blood engorged him. Nails raked my stomach, leaving red marks on my skin as his paw groped my breast, digging into the sensitive flesh.

A large tongue lapped at the bloody skin and over my nipples. He trailed up to my mouth. I opened to him, his tongue plunging between my lips. He lowered his muzzle, lapping at my stomach, and then shifted to thrust his tongue between my thighs. I cried out, digging fingers into his fur as he tasted me. Moans slipped out of my mouth, growing louder as he buried his muzzle deep within.

In an instant he stopped, raising his muzzle which dripped with his slobber and my wetness. Then he flipped my body over, strength overwhelming. Teeth gripped my shoulder, biting into the soft flesh as he pulled my hips up to meet his hips, length slamming inside of me. Nails broke the skin, leaving bloody beads along my back, mixing with the sweat and dirt on my flesh. 

Snarls and moans filled the air as he pounded into my hips, maw leaving bite marks over my shoulder. Teeth released my shoulder as his hands pushed my back, pressing me into the earth below us. A deep growl released from him as he suddenly swelled, stretching me out in new ways. I cried out in renewed ecstasy as he expanded and released, filling me with hot liquid and keeping him deep within.

Playing with the Werewolf

If you can play outside, then do so, but if you can’t, make a dark space, maybe on the floor. Toss a blanket down. If you want to get dirty, use a waterproof blanket. It’ll keep your floor clean. Dim the lights. 

For your Wolf, you’ll want to consider the nails. Nails digging into the skin. There are handy wolf gloves you can use, or push on metal nails that let you scratch. A fur vest, arm warmers, fake paws, or tails and ears. If you want longer, better claws that’ll leave some serious marks, these babies will see you through. If you need to feel more wolfish, try a kinky leather mask.

Werewolves and canines are fun because of the knot. This swollen piece of flesh can’t be emulated in how it functions, but you can get a werewolf cock with a knot to stretch your lover out with. 

To emulate that big wet tongue, get lots of clear lube and grease this baby up. Put it in warm water ahead of time to make it feel like a hoot wolf mouth on a lover’s ass or pussy. It’s good for fake licking, fucking, or simulated would throat fucking.

Finally, if you’re an anal fister type, this silicone werewolf hand will help you stretch your lover out and hand fuck them with silicone werewolf nails. 

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Kraken

The water swirled below me, my body held aloft as the great creature swallowed the ship, suspending me in thick tentacles. As debris floated in the water, its attention turned to me, a fact  I felt more than knew by the way its grip changed. A long tentacle wrapped around my leg and glided up my thigh, sliding beneath fabric.

I could help but moan as it explored, moving over sensitive flesh, suction pulling at the skin each time the tentacle paused. My body writhed, caught between an instinct to survive and a hunger I hadn’t known. It responded in kind, tentacles swarming my body as fabric easily ripped away by its strength.

Suction gripped my chest and wrapped around my breast, engulfing the sensitive flesh in one eager tentacle. Another encircled my other breast, the tight sucking blending pain and pleasure that lessened after the first initial contact. I moaned, pressing up against the strangely squishy flesh, my arms bound in tentacles beside me. 

The creature explored my abdomen and thighs, seemingly teasing the cries off want out of me for joy. Finally, its tip explored my opening, flicking over delicate skin and sending shivers down my spine. My mouth opened to encourage its probing, only to be filled by its arm, rounded end sliding inside, tickling my tone before moving further into my throat, muffling my cries.

It stopped its slow teasing as its meat pushed inside of me, pumping deeper and deeper until it could go no further. Within me, it wriggled, suckers grabbing and pulling, creating pressure, but releasing and finding new flesh to tug. Every part of me was covered by its writhing mass, sensation and pressure coursing through my body, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure. 

Playing with the Kraken

Create a lot of sticky, watery lube. Use a waterproof blanket for the human lover to lay on.

Invest in some silicone suction cups for cupping. These will leave marks, namely circular bruises, so ensure everyone’s on board with that. Apply these using lube to nipples, genitals, arms, legs, abdomen--anywhere you want.

A tentacle depth toy will really let you get in there. Rub over the body, having the human lover suck or kiss it, and with proper preparation and a lot of lube, have it invade and go deep anally. A soft to medium firmness tentacle dildo will hit all the right places for vaginal or anal penetration on the human lover. I’m of the party go big or go home, but know your limits and play within them. So perhaps a smaller tentacle arm for your delight.

Finally, if there’s a cock in the midst, an added bit of fun with a tentacle cock ring, just to give the feel of another tentacle poking and teasing while being fucked. 

Apply these toys and lube in whatever patterns you want, teasing and escalating as you go. Throw in a clit sucker for vibrating and sucking stimulation on nipples, necks, clits, cocks, balls...anywhere, really. If you’re adventurous, try nipple, clit, or penis pumps for extra sucking power.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

Mothman

My feet touched damp earth as I walked between trees towards the haunted landscape he called home. The night barely stirred, the odd cricket made a noise only to sharply stop at my passing. A full moon hung low in the sky, illuminating the woods and casting shadows between branches. Mist rolled in, covering the valley in a soft mysterious haze. 

Light flickered between the trees, casting an eerie glow. I stopped, resting one hand on the branch to watch the dancing illumination playing in the mist. The strange orbs moved with preternatural speed, flickering in and out of existence, lighting the world around them in a strange glow. 

A shriek arose from the mist-filled woods, echoing the sound of a woman’s cry and something more ancient and primordial. Gooseflesh rose over my arms as I turned to look away from the lights towards the sound. Nothing but shadows waited, staring back at me in my stupidity. 

Dead leaves crushed underfoot as I made my way towards the screech, path easily illuminated by the dancing lights above the mist. With a final screech, the lights disappeared. Darkness swallowed the land. I paused, stopping to listen for another sound. Yet nothing came.

Instead, a pair of great crimson eyes, taking in the last of the light and throwing it back out again, stared at me from the branches above. The moonlight caught his silhouette, the great lumbering body atop the tree, short rounded head on vast shoulders. He watched me watching him, head tilted in quiet consideration.

I forged ahead, coming to the foot of the tree he perched in. Hands touched the rough bark as I looked up once more. “Please come down,” I spoke to the darkness, my lips not moving, but my thoughts whispering to him. Before I could complete them he rose into the sky, straight up, massive leathery wings beating.

He circled above before veering West. I followed, running after a shadow in the sky whose luminous red eyes watched me constantly, pulling me away from safety into the deeper darkness. Just as I was about to give up, to let him fly away, he swerved and headed towards me with unprecedented speed.

I fell backward as he landed with a heavy thud. Wind whistled around him as I looked up at him from the damp ground, staring into his red eyes. Time slipped away in a new slowness, while a creeping fear touched my gut. I swallowed, ignoring it, as we stared at each other.

Slowly I rose to my knees. He took wobbling steps forward, shambling towards me, wings alighting now and then to steady his gait. My lips parted as though to speak and a three-fingered hand touched my face, soft and strange skin pressing against my own. One finger played over my lips before slipping into my mouth.

The taste of dust and something entirely inhuman flooded my mouth. Our eyes never stopped gazing into each other. A warm, fluttering sensation rolled through my body as he stared at me. My muscles stopped working, and I knelt in a trance, not moving before him. The Mothman pulled his chitinous finger from my mouth and moved around me.

No words were spoken as my body seemed to move of its own accord, crawling to its hands and knees as a great winged body moved atop me, sheltering us both in the darkness of his great wings. I felt sudden dampness between my thighs, my body’s excitement obvious and eager.

Soft feathers and fur brushed against my body as the creature explored without touching, hands roaming the air around my body. Yet each almost touch cause a moan to roll out of my mouth, pleasure rising through me without a single caress. My nipples hardened to aching peaks as he explored, impulses traveling through my mind from his gaze and into my body.

Heat spread from my groin inward, igniting my core. Hands finally embraced me, grabbing my breasts and pulling my body back against his own feathery form. The great wings expanded and we rose. The trees spiraled beneath us as the light off civilization flickered closer. 

In the air, I gasped as he slid within me, my body easily welcoming him with slick anticipation. His girth easily filled me yet he did not thrust forward, nor push deeper. He pulsed within, sending waves of delight through my body. With each beat of his wings, I cried out, feeling a new deep pulse strike at my core.

Every muscle began to tighten as his unspeaking mind whispered in mind. My body hung limp against him, despite my deepest urges to touch him or my own body, to pull him deeper inside of me, though what he inserted into me I couldn’t say. All I saw were the homes below as they drew closer and closer.

We landed with a thud atop a house, his shambling gait causing racket with each step. My toes dragged, barely noticed as the thudding pulse inside me grew louder and stronger. I whimpered in a newfound hungering agony, need overwhelming my modesty or submissive nature. I needed more. I need him to release me.

My body trembled against him, held easily by his gripping arms and hands, the mid-tip off his wings showed tiny finger-like projections that clung to me, keeping us wrapped within his softness. His steps stopped at the edge of the home as voices shouted from within the building.

I barely noticed them as the heat grew wildly intense, overriding my senses, thudding into me without movement or force. I didn’t’ hear my own screams anymore, or the wild sounds I made as I closed my eyes, seeing only his red orbs glowing within my mind. 

Please I whispered in my mind. Over and over again. He brought me close, so close I was a dripping, whimpering idiot in its arms. Only to have him stop, to pinch the skin to bring me back to my body, to see the people in their yard with lights and frightful eyes. Then he would plunge me back into the haunting hunger of his mind, filling my body with whelming sensation.

The hands released me and I fell to the cold ground below, unaware of where or what it was. My lover expanded his great wings above me and shot into the air. People below gasped, staring at him as he hovered above, red eyes boring into my nakedness below him. 

Within me, his pulsing gaze erupted, sending chills and delirium through my body. Although I didn’t move, a frightful shriek exploded from my mouth as my senses lost themselves in the ripping ecstasy of release. His mouth opened as I screamed, stealing my voice so he could emit my noises. 

Terror gripped the people below who pointed at this greatness. The Mothman gave one final call, a final moan of ecstasy from my lips then flapped his great wings and vanished into the moonlight night, his form silhouetted in the darkness. 

My body suddenly quaked, muscles shuddering and released from their paralysis. I laid on the roof, unable to move from the force of my own release, filled with nothing but longing for his mind once more.

Siren

Waves lapped against the rocks, gently licking the stony surfaces. I stepped uneasily onto the slippery stones, sliding before finding a sturdy purchase. The soft sound of the water gave the forbidden cave a sense of peace, inviting one to ignore the evidence of death all around.

Water dripped from my body, landing on the already moist stones and splattering onto the half rotting corpse of a man whose purpled face was so bloated I could not truly see his features. His mouth hung, gaping open as though to sing the song of drowning men. I grimaced and stepped around him.

Everywhere there was rot. The air stung with the stench of rotting bodies, all bobbing in the water in various stages of decomposition. Fish causally swam around them, nibbling on exposed toes and faces, while crabs perched inside and atop them, slowly stripping meat from bone.

I pursed my lips in quiet consideration before I turned back to the dimly lit cave in the rocks. A large central rock, flat and perfect for laying upon, awaited. It was empty, with scattered shells and bones across its surface. To get there, I needed to go into the water. The darkened water that promised the unseen.

Carefully I knelt, ignoring the grime on the stone from a nearby corpse. I peered into the watery void, making out only faint shapes that could have been more bodies, fish, sharks, or something else. With a deep inhale, I slid into the water, bobbing briefly before turning to head towards the stone.

Unnatural light reflected off the water, creating a beautiful unearthly glow through the cave. Yet the water remained murky around me as I swam. The current of something large swimming near ran over my thigh. Despite my instinct to swim, I stopped and glanced around the water desperate to see what had been.

A splash echoed about the inlet. I turned, seeing nothing. Fins brushed against my hip, causing me to turn again. I shuddered in the cold water and turned back to the rock, deciding if I should go forward or dare try to return to my tiny boat. 

The sweetest, most melodic voices hummed in the air, singing words I couldn’t understand. Laying atop the rock the creature watched me, a heavenly song escaping her lips. A beautiful maiden met my eyes with her own, gazing at me with such adoration I blushed. Her fingers gestured in the air, beckoning me towards her.

I kicked my feet, pushing myself towards the rock and the aquatic woman whose song promised a love one could not resist. Her striped aquamarine tail flicked behind her, spraying water in the air and over her body so she glistened in the reflective light. I reached for the rock below her body, feeling the cool stone greet my fingertips.

A hand grabbed my foot, pulling me instantly below the surface. We went deep, the darkness swarming around me, swallowing her song. The hand disappeared, letting me float uselessly, suddenly uncertain of which way was up. 

Around me, shadows shifted. I peered into the grim darkness, catching brief glimpses of bright colored scales. The strange voices whispered in the water, more clear now than she had been above. I shivered at the siren’s call, feeling the pressure building in my lungs. 

Opening my mouth I felt the grotesque salty water flood inside and I repeated her song back to her. Silence hung in the water. My lungs burned and I pulled my eyes away from the darkness to the vague light above and kicked.

The surface neared before nails raked over my back, dragging down my skin to my ankle and holding. Despite my instincts, I didn’t fight. Instead, I looked down at her and offered a hand. She grinned then faltered when I didn’t fight. 

With the strangest hesitation, she reached out to touch my fingers, webbing between her digits. I smiled, trying not to show the panic growing within me. My hand touched her face, gently brushing over her lips. Small sharp teeth showed as she smiled. 

Our eyes stared, hers black as a shark’s. Then, knowing what she needed, I inhaled the deadly water. Her eyes widened as the last air I had escaped me, replaced with the dark liquid. My lungs burned and I tried to cough, bringing in more water.

Panic flooded my body as it fought to survive and I refused to swim upwards. The darkness swallowed me, consuming the sensation of wetness, and my vision clouded before fading, her shocked visage disappearing. Then quiet, a strange peace, a nothing.

Water sprayed my face as my eyes flew open, revealing a light-dappled rock ceiling. The black eyes of the siren looked down at me as I coughed, turning onto my side to spit up water. She watched, fascinated, and attentive.

“You died,” she said, melodic even in factual statement. 

I coughed and nodded. Every muscle burned as I rose on my elbows.

“Willingly.”

I nodded again. “You would… need to die… if I didn’t.”

Her eyes widened in sudden understanding. “But why?”

“To show you that you’re loved, beyond your voice. That you’re wanted for you. Worth dying for.”

She blinked her large eyes then grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the water with her. Lips met mine, hungry and eager. Air pushed into my mouth from her own, cold tongue snaking between my lips to taste my tongue. 

I moaned against her as she pulled us deeper into the water. Her skin was rough, catching against my fingertips as I caressed her shoulders and neck. My fingers explored, pinching her nipples as she made a melodic whimper that echoed in the water around us. 

My hand ventured lower, pressing against her stomach then further down, knowingly exploring the hidden slit in her scales. I pushed my fingers inward as she opened to me. Fingers laced around my neck, holding herself to me as we kissed again, oxygen filling my lungs. 

Fingers slid in and out of her, first two, then three. She cried out, bucking her tail against me. I put one hand behind her back, holding her steady as I moved deeper, feeling her expand around my fingers, slick with her ecstasy. A fourth finger slid inside.

Nails dug into my shoulder as she cried out, writhing against me as I worked my fingers in and out of her. Around us her sisters swam, appearing and disappearing from the darkness. Fingers slid up the inside of my thigh as tiny teeth lovingly bit into my shoulder from behind me. 

I pressed forward, finally slipping my thumb inside of my siren. Her sister's mouth closed on mine, breathing life into my body and pushing her tongue down my throat. Her hands groped my breasts as I let my hand sit within her sister, letting her adjust around me as her melodic crisis filled the water.

Slowly I moved my hand in deeper, flicking my fingers upwards, feeling parts of her no other had before. Her body shuddered on my hand, moving to push against me, pulling me deeper within her. I moaned as a cold tongue flicked between my thighs, black eyes looking up at me in the murky water as the third sister buried her face, tasting my own excitement. 

My siren bucked wildly as I stretched her out, pushing deeper only to pull out then go further. With each thrust of my hand, she shuddered. Our moans created a harmonic chorus in the darkness, until it crescendoed, our bodies shuddering and releasing.

Slowly I pulled my hand from her. She pulled me into her mouth, a deep kiss that gave me the breath I desperately needed. Her sisters slid from my body, leaving me covered in their bites and scratches. My siren pulled back, toothy grin nearly unnerving, before she disappeared into the darkness, leaving me alone in the water with the decaying bodies. 

Arachne

 Darkness haunted every step I took, obscuring the cave as I walked forward, torch hissing in the air. Other than my crimson flames, nothing but pitch black greeted my eyes. A cool air crept up my back, sending gooseflesh down my arms, as I walked through the cavern, stopping only to examine the two ways forward.

The pathway to the right, once illuminated, revealed rocks and fallen debris, but a clean way forward. The second whispered of scuttling, webbing guarding its opening. I grimaced and stepped forward, lowering my torch and ducking beneath the web. 

The tunnel beyond seemed alive. Every surface was covered in sticky web that wafted as I moved by, sending spiderlings scattering. Their black bodies shone ruby in the firelight. A smile tugged at my lips as a palm sized spider landed on my shoulder, caressing the bare skin softly as she moved closer to my hair. 

Everything, from spider to spiderling, scattered as I entered a larger cavern. Some were the size of my horse, scaling the walls rapidly and disappearing into the darkness above me. My light barely illuminated the creatures above me, showing me only the white web that hid their bodies. Nothing dared come closer with the torch flickering beside me. 

With a deep breath I looked at my torch before dropping it to the ground. The fire sputtered and slowly muted as the damp cave took its toll. Shadows lingered long and hungrily on the walls as the darkness closed in around me.

A faint sense of fear touched my gut as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. Shapes and shadows seemed to move, writhing and shivering in provocative ways. I took a steep away from the dying light only to feel the brush of something thin against my shoulder and hair. I turned, seeing nothing, but the silvery wisp of web that hung there.

Another ghostly caress caught my shoulder before I stepped away, further from the light. Only black emptiness waited before me. My foot was caught first, stepping into the sticky thick fibres and becoming instantly immobile. A hand moved to steady myself, only to press against the fibrous web and become lodge. 

Vibrations shuddered along the great web. I pulled, losing my balance when nothing would free me, only to end up more in the web. It bounced with every movement I made. Deliberately I struggled, making the web shudder around me. It jiggled in response as hundreds of legs moved upon it. 

Thin and strong legs grabbed me, ripping me without hesitation from the web. She moved silently, a great body I couldn't see carrying me through the cavern along webbed passageways, spiders running over us both of every size. Not a sound was made other than the beating of my heart. I dared not move. Long, delicate fangs caressed my hair and cheek as she carried me far from the last of the light source.

Human hands caressed my face, a thumb trailing over my lips before her fanged mouth was on mine. I licked at the elongated fangs, found her tongue, and let our mouths dance with each other. She tasted of sharp acids, no doubt her venom. The woman pulled back, suddenly, as though I had bitten her.

I moved one hand to her face, trailing it down her neck slowly, feeling the strange chitinous skin. "It's okay," I whispered to her. "I want this." Fingers moved behind her neck, pulling her back into my lips. Her kiss was renewed, eager, and hungry. Human hands and spider legs roamed my body, pricking skin, pinching, exploring. 

Her fingers caressed my breasts, as though she were caring for a pet. Nails flicked over my nipples before she bit my bottom lip. I moaned and then whimpered as a burning pain started in my lip and spread down my chin and over my cheek. My lips became still as the venom spread, slowly immobilizing my body in its wake. 

The web enclosed my legs, separately, first. It wrapped up my thighs, over my stomach and breasts, before she pulled my arms upwards and cloaked them in her web. Finally, she touched my face before enclosing me fully in her silken threads. 

I tried to shift, but her venom held me perfectly still. I breathed shallowly, seeing and hearing nothing beyond the stillness. A single human hand ran over the web, caressing me through the fibres. Her hand wandered, grabbing, slapping, smacking. My body dangled, responding to her without movement.

One long leg slid against my thigh and hooked in the webbing, ripping it open. I felt the pinpricks as her body wandered over mine, resting atop me, heavy and enormous. A tongue tasted me, mixing her numbing venom with my own wetness. Like any sweet lover, she played and explore, fangs sometimes piercing, other times grazing. 

My moans vibrated through the webbing, muffled and hungry as she devoured me, hanging upside down atop me. A long, thin leg pressed upwards, sliding inside of me. My instinct to pull away from the sharpness was defeated as my muscles failed to respond. Instead, she pressed deeper, pushing another leg in beside it.

Everything stretched as she plunged inward, going deep and hard, expanding me rapidly. "You want this?" she finally asked, voice muffled and distorted by her own fangs. The web before my lips was tore free. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn't move. A muffle sound was all that escaped. 

Fingers parted my lips, sliding one finger into my mouth, tasting of venom and myself. A spindling leg slid in beside her finger as she tilted my head upwards. The leg pressed deeper, moving past my throat and downward, taking advantage of my inability to move. 

"I'm going to fill you up, little girl," she hissed. "Entirely. Until you nearly burst." The leg pushed deeper until I struggled to breathe. A whimpering sound vibrated against the leg lodged deep into my throat before she pulled it out. 

Silence hung around us as I strained to hear anything she was doing before a long leg moved upwards inside of me once more, pulling a sticky, wet fibre with it. It pressed further, causing a stabbing pain as it pushed beyond what any man would and into the deepest part of me. It was oddly cold and I whimpered. "Shhh," she chided. "You will enjoy." 

A strange clacking and moaning sound escaped her as she jiggled atop me, legs moving quickly. A round, thick ball slipped inside me, pushing upwards following the wet strand of web. Then another, and another. The little eggs invaded, sliding upwards and into me. Pleasure pulsed with each egg that she pushed inside, the sticky fibre leading them deep into my body, impregnating my womb.

Moans began to fill the silence. Fluid dripped out of me as I groaned, the pressure building inside of me and sending wild sensations through my body. "Yes. Good girl," she moaned herself as her legs pressed her progeny into me. 

My belly began to expand, filling outward with each egg that the arachnid thrust inward. Our moans mingled as she implanted her eggs within me, expanding my womb until it looked as though I was ready to birth a human child. 

As the last egg slipped into me, my body shuddered. Her mouth returned, teasing the gaping opening and gently cleaning the remaining web. Spinners released more of the silk as she bound my gaping hole closed, flicking my bud until I cried out in renewed ecstasy. 

So gently she kissed me then, swallowing my pleasurable moan with her fanged mouth. Another bite and darkness swallowed me, sending me unconscious from her venom.

I awoke on the cave floor, hands pressed lovingly against my filled belly, already feeling the writhing of our unborn children.

Baphomet

 

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the altar. Tree branches quivered in the cool wind, clattering against one another. Fire warmed the air behind me, illuminating the effigy and the etched lines of a star in the stone. The air was still, nothing but the snapping hunger of the flames and my shallow disturbed the peace.

My lips moved, muttering the words I had been given by those who now refused to wander the woods. They had locked away their women, anyone whom they claimed had come back defiant and defiled. The words hung in the air, shivering in the candlelight before darkness consumed every flame leaving me in the pitch of night.

I felt their presence and saw nothing but the black night. Stars shimmered above as I turned my head only to see more nothing. 

"Another who wishes to be freed." It was a statement, not a question. Long nailed fingers touched my hair, sliding down the loose strands to my shoulder. "Such freedom I will give you, child." Their hoofs crushed the dead leaves below as they walked behind me.

"Is that what you want, Baphomet?"

Their name touching the air caused the pacing to stop. Fire ignited again, illuminating the world around us. Their great goat face was inches from mine, nostrils flaring as they breathed me in. Slitted eyes stared, unblinking, waiting.

I kept my eyes lowered. "What frees you?" The words were calm but I felt my pulse racing as they stood, their frame silhouetted by the suddenly roaring fire. 

Baphomet tilted their head, considering. "What do you want in return?" they countered as they moved between me and the altar, sitting atop it so they were eye level with me.

"Nothing," I replied. "What is it you need, Great One?" I let myself step forward so that I nearly brushed their thighs. One of their hands moved forward, brushing my fingertips and moving upwards over my arms to the swell of my breast.

"Serve me," they said. A rough thumb pressed against my nipple, then pinched. I gasped and let my eyes slide close. Their other thumb caressed my lips. "Want me. Ask for nothing. Be as I want you." The thumb pressed inwards, brushing my teeth and tongue. "Suck." 

My mouth closed around their large digit, tongue flicking over the tip and the nail. They pushed their finger in further as they moaned, snorting air out their nostrils. "Good girl," they murmured. Slowly their thumb pulled from my lips, trailing down my throat before wrapping around it.

The capricornian stood, guiding me to the altar. I climbed atop it, sitting on the edge of the cool stone. Their lips pulled into an almost smirk, revealing the flat teeth within. I lifted a hand to caress their face and ran my hand down their chest to the full breasts, playing with their hardened dark nipples as they had mine. 

A soft groan purred out of them as they leaned their head back. "Yes. Harder." I pinched both, sharp and hard, watching as they shuddered. From their muzzle a strange noise between moan and bleat. I leaned in, pulling their breast into my mouth, pinching the pert flesh with my teeth. 

Fingers wound into my hair, pulling me against their body as I lapped and bit at their flesh. With a jerk, they pulled me back. "All fours." I almost whimpered at being taken away from them, but moved, climbing onto my hands and knees on their altar. Baphomet moved before me, fingers caressing my hair again. 

"Please?" I whispered. 

"Please what, child?"

"Please can I serve you, my liege. Let me show you that you are delicious. That you are wanted." 

They stepped closer, pulling my hair up away from my face. "As you wish. Show me."

My tongue met their erect flesh, the first taste of wildness caressing my eager mouth. I explored, hungry for more of them, dragging my mouth down slowly to the furry sheath and then back up. Finally, I swallowed them, pushing my head as far down as I could as they slid into my throat. Heated breaths were panted onto my back as I moved, rocking my body so they slid in and out of my mouth.

A guttural bleat escaped my lover. Drool slid down my chin, dripping to the cold cement below. Candles flickered around us as they grabbed a knot of my hair, holding my head still while they began to thrust, taking my mouth with each movement. I moaned, sending vibrations over their shaft.

The goat groaned, bucking their hips wildly and quickly, smearing drool across my lips and face with their movement. Hot seed released, coating my chin and lips. My tongue lapped at it before their tongue met mine. Our tongues danced, tasting their release and each other for the first time. They were all wildness and desire.

Slowly they stood again, walking to the opposite end of the altar. One hand slid over my back to the exposed cheeks before a sharp smack echoed around our clearing. I gasped, my twitching in surprise. Fingers slid against the inside of my thigh and up to the wetness waiting. They chuckled, before sliding their fingers inside.

"How eager," the murmured, ethereal voice caressing my mind. "Do I excite you?"

"Completely, my liege," I replied between moans as their fingers began to move in and out. "I want you. In every way. To serve you." The fingers pulled from me. I whimpered then gasped when a hand came down against my backside. 

"Good. Anything I wish?"

"Yes," I gasped. They shifted, reaching forward to push their wet fingers against my messy lips. My mouth opened to pull them in, tasting myself. 

"Good girl," they said softly. Their fingers pulled from my lips, delivering a rough slap to my breasts as they swayed beneath me. "Did you like my taste?"

"I love your seed, my liege. I want more. Please." 

Nails scratched along my back before a thick, warm tongue slipped between thighs, lapping at the juices that glistened there. A cry of pleasure ripped out of me as the tongue moved upward, testing at the tight opening. The tongue probed, sending chills through my body as it slipped in and out, bathing the sensitive skin.

I shuddered, nails scratching at the stone beneath me. Just as soon as it began, it stopped. A hardness pushed against me, slowly sliding inward as the tightness expanded around them. "Good girl," they moaned as their length slowly slid inside, giving my body time to relax. "Are you ready, child?"

"Yes, please. Please, Great One." I leaned my body back against them, urging more of them within me.

"Good," they said before suddenly pulling out and slamming in again. I cried out, grabbing the altar to hold myself steady. Each thrust was rough and sudden, plunging them deeper and deeper into my body. Animalistic bleats and groans rolled out of Baphomet as they thrust, bringing waves of pleasure with each movement.

"Good girl," they said again. "Tell me you want more." They thrust again, hard and deep.

"Please, my liege. Give me more. Release in me. Fill me." I pushed back, meeting their thrust with my hips. We slammed into each other, losing ourselves in the darkness.

Fingers dug into my skin as they held me against their furred body. A flood of warmth spread within me, their body jerking as they released. The deity panted behind me as I leaned back, kneeling and leaning into their muscular body.

"Thank you," they whispered, muzzle nuzzling my shoulder and neck. 

I reached a hand up to caress their cheek, stroking the wiry fur. "Anything for you, my liege. Anything."

Minotaur

My fingers caressed the red string as I walked, bare feet moving me between walls of the labyrinth. Bones lingered in the shadows while bloody rags deteriorated on the skeletons. Silence hung in the air, save for the vibrating grumbles that shook the ground the closer to the centre I got.

His rumbles sent shivers up my spine as I placed a hand against the wall, light tumbling into the darkness from within the heart of the Labyrinth. He had been banished here, fed the flesh of the living, moulded into a monster for a man's amusement. I pulled in a deep breath, steeled myself, then turned the corner.

The minotaur stood, tall and broad, the scent of beast lingering in the air. His back rippled with his breathing, great horns rising skyward to the heavens. Fur ran the length of him, glimmering copper from the fire he stood before, impressive form silhouetted. I wondered if he knew I was searching for him as his tail swished over his naked back.

I bent down and tied the string against a femur, leaving it in the pile of bones. My feet padded against the ground as I walked towards him, loud enough his ear twitched in my direction. The great head turned, dark eyes landing on my naked body. His lip curled into a snarl as he turned, facing me as I approached.

"Asterion," I said his name as I neared. He flinched, expression changing from hate to sudden curiosity. "I've come to take you home."

The eyes wandered over my body. Those who came here came with weapons and offered pain. I stood, naked, empty handed, and stared up at him. His folded arms slowly released and he took one hesitant step towards me. 

My fingers touched his own, playing over the calloused flesh of his palm. The eyes closed, lips parting slightly. Suddenly he knelt, falling to his knees rather than lowering himself, and touched his face. I grimaced and slid my hand against his cheek, listening to the low rumbling of his breathing. The eyes once again looked to me, lost, afraid.

I let my hand slide over his cheek, along his jaw and through the hair up to his ear. His head leaned into my hand. I moved further, touching the smooth hardness of his horn. The eyes shot open and he snarled, rising as quickly as he fell. One hand closed on my throat, lifting me up with a strange ease. 

The minotaur pushed me against the wall as he stared up at me. "I won't hurt you," I said softly. My hands touched his giant hand, gently caressing. "You're not a monster," I whispered. "Let me show you." He brought his tauren face close to mine and I touched his cheek, then grabbed one horn to pull his muzzle to my lips.

My tongue played against his lips, tasting blood and his own earthy flavor. A great thick tongue pressed into my own, testing my willingness. I moaned into the kiss, lapping at and sucking at his tongue. He groaned and lowered his head, letting his tongue loll over my body, leaving a trail of saliva over my breasts and across my belly.

I wrapped my hands around his horns as his hand released my throat and cupped my thighs, holding my aloft. His taurine muzzle pressed between my legs, thrusting the powerful tongue deep and hard. I moaned, tugging on his horns to pull him deeper. Thick lips played over the sensitive flesh above where his tongue explored and my hips bucked in eagerness.

The labyrinth wall supported me as I moaned the minotaur's name while his huge tongue plunged within me. My body shuddered and writhed against him, caught between the monster and his maze. The beast stared at my hungry lips before letting me go, dropping me to the ground. I groaned and looked up at him before down to the sheath where his length waited, flat thick tip exposed. 

"You're not a monster," I whispered as I knelt before him. "Let me show you." The minotaur shifted, looking down at me as I let my mouth first taste him, coaxing him from the furry sheath into my waiting lips. Saltiness and musk greeted my tongue, and soon his hips began to thrust as more and more of him slowly slipped out and into my mouth.

My fingers closed around his length, drawing him further out until I could only lick and stroke him, his length too much for me to swallow. The minotaur shifted, leaning down to hoist me up. I wrapped my arms around his great shoulders, fingers holding to his rough fur as he lowered me down atop him, legs bent over his elbows.

Our animalistic sounds filled the air as he raised me up and down, pounding deeper into my body with every stroke, filling me only to pull back and thrust deeper. His cold nose nuzzled against my throat, a soft groan and bovine moan escaping him, the sounds of his two worlds combining. I moved my hand to stroke the back of his great neck, pulling him into me.

Each thrust drove us further, fingers digging into the skin of my thighs as he brought me down to meet every thrust. I cried out against him, shivering as he moved harder and faster, sliding his massive length into me and stretching me to fit his girth. The earth shuddered around us, our moans echoing through the labyrinth, caressing broken bones in forgotten crevices.

The minotaur quickened our pace, pushing me back against the walls of his cage as he pounded into me. A great cry escaped his lips against my skin as thick, ropey release filled within me, covering my thighs and dripping to the ground below. We panted together as he slowly released me, his length sliding out of me. I leaned against him ass his hand gently caressed my head. 

Finally, I looked up to my lover and offered him a hand. He stared before slowly taking it. We gathered the femur my string was tied to and began the journey to home.

Gargoyle

 I discovered his chiseled body, strong and stone, atop the castle's walls. He stood a monument to his kind, angular jaw, fearsome fangs, and widespread wings. A long powerful tail drifted behind him, motionless in the fading light. The sun had begun its descent as I walked the parapets, daring to brave where the monsters played at dark.

My eyes drifted over his body, taking in every muscle and firmness, widening as I glanced lower. Fingers caressed his shoulders, wandered over the great wings, until they trailed over the stone tail.

The last rays of sunlight filtered over the tower before twilight brushed against the sky. I turned to watch the light fade and feel the creep of darkness as it consumed the world around me. The strange silence of night settled across the stone.

I turned, only to find the space behind me empty. A smirk played over my lips as I glanced into the shadows, hearing nothing but my own breathing. "I'm not here to hurt you," I said into the night. My feet carried me further into the stone jungle, suddenly absent its stone protectors.

I could feel his amusement rather than see it. That I could think myself strong enough to end his eternal life. "I came to see you," I finally added. "To feel you." My hand slid over my breasts, one trailing down my stomach to the hidden moisture that waited below. "It's been awhile since I've felt stone within me. When I heard you were scaring these poor peop-"

His body pressed me against the stone wall, fingers enclosing my wrists above my head with minimal effort. Stone claws scraped my shoulder as he held me still. "They invaded here."

I rose my brows as I looked up into his glowing eyes. "Human castle, friend. They do tend to infest them." 

The gargoyle chuckled, the sound of stones rubbing on stones. His hand rose from my shoulder to touch my face and caress my neck. The eyes wandered over my body, glowing in the night. I arched my back, nearly pressing against him. Our eyes met, staring intently into each other, daring the other to move. 

His teeth glimmered in the low light as the stars spotted the sky above him. "And you? You seek peace?"

"I seek to mend the rift between," I murmured. He looked at my nakedness again before back to my eyes. "What greater bond is there than to share in pleasure and our bodies?"

The creature rose up, nearly double my height, bony projections and claws scraping against my body. His engorged size pressed against my stomach, rising between my breasts before he smirked and raised a brow in turn. 

I looked up at him, hands bound from touching, before I bent my head and tasted the rocky flesh. He was shockingly smooth and faintly salty, with the unmoving hardness of his kind. A groan poured out of him as my tongue explored, eager and hungry, tasting his kind for the first time. 

His hand enclosing my wrists slipped away as he lowered himself. Those stone fingers settled into my hair, guiding my down with him until I was bent over. Claws dug faintly into my scalp as his one hand held my head in place before he thrust, pushing himself into my lips and opening my jaw wide for his entry.

This time, I moaned as he filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, too firm to slide any further. The gargoyle held there, letting me gag faintly before he pulled back and began to slowly move in and out of my mouth, grunting with each carefully calculated thrust. 

My knees bent as I began to kneel before his other hand moved to pull my hip up, keeping me standing. I could see him looking beyond us, even as he thrust forward. I barely heard the sound of stone scraping on stone before a sudden cold length pressed inside of me, filling and expanding as it went. 

I shuddered, moaning on the gargoyle's length as his brethren entered me. Eyes illuminated the darkness around us, his clan come to call. I barely had time to notice before stone hands caressed me at every turn, pinching nipples, stroking my deepest folds, clawing my back. They didn't speak, but moved cohesively, letting tongues and tails and claws explore my soft body.

Hands lifted me from between the two gargoyles, turning me to face a beautiful creature, her sharp eyes hungry. Lips pressed against mine as she slid her sharp fingers into me, testing, pressing, and exploring. I slid my hands over her breasts, hard as the rest of her, though she purred at my exploration. Her tail slid up my leg and then dipped inside of me. 

My hips moved me, riding up and down on her stone tail. I let my fingers slip inside of her as we kissed, making her shudder against me. Growls and snarls echoed around us as the gargoyles joined us, stone grinding against stone. I turned back to her as she held my body aloft with her hands, using her tail to move faster and harder until I shuddered atop her and cried out.

Thick fingers explored the skin of my back and down to the tight flesh beside where her tail penetrated. I whimpered in soft hunger, only to feel thick stone slide inside. A gasp whispered past my lips as I started to pump my hips bak against him, his rocky length pounding into my flesh with sudden vigor.

The woman slid her tail out of me, disappearing into the night, only to be replaced by another stone creature, somewhere between monster and man, with horns and fangs. Their long stone tongue pushed against my thigh, trailing upwards, leaving small scrapes wherever it wandered. Its cold strength nestled between my thighs, lapping and exploring, pushing inside. 

I ran my hands over their head, encouraging them as my other lover pushed further, moving deeper inside. My hand rested on my stomach, feeling him move my body up and down his length, lifting me with each thrust. Shivers climbed up my spine as pleasure began to build again, causing cries of passion to fall from my lips.

The gargoyle snarled beside me, suddenly stopping his thrusting to cry out. Something thick and cold filled inside of me. I moaned as he pulled himself out of my warmth, fluid dripping out with his movement. The tongue lapping at me shifted, drinking the release of their clanmate from my body. 

Moments, perhaps hours, passed as I moved from stone lover to stone lover, filling myself with their hunger and release until we were all covered in fluids and lust. Bruises and scrapes covered my body as I found myself once more alone with their clan leader, his perfection awaiting me atop the tallest tower of the castle.

He appeared behind me, wrapping his wings around me. One hand rested on my hip as he growled behind my ear. The wind whipped around us as dawn threatened the horizon, revealing the writhing bodies below. Humans drawn in by the noises and screams arrived, and fascinated, tasted cool stone for the first time.

I watched over the tip of his wings as they moved within each other, in every opening a human or gargoyle had something was tasted or rode or delighted in. Moans and cries of release filled the air. One thick finger slipped inside of me, becoming coated in the release of one of his people. 

"You have proven your mettle this night, human," he murmured. One hand snaked up the front of my body, holding me aloft, fingers softly curled around my throat as his wings withdrew, revealing my body to the world below.

He watched as they slowly stopped, looking upwards to us as he slid inside of me, pushing deep and hard, furthers then others had dared for fear of their strength hurting me. The gargoyle thrusted, pushing the limits, eliciting screams of delight from my body. Each thrust pushed further, stretching me deeply until I took him in entirely.

My gargoyle slammed into me then, hard and fast, giving himself fully to our mating. I shuddered and cried out, feeling the dozens of faces below watching him slide in and out of me. My body trembled as another wave of ecstasy shuddered through me, clenching my body around his length. The gargoyle screamed, burying himself deep as he released.

Sunlight hit my skin, warming me as I felt his movement suddenly stop. My gasps slowly stopped, the heads below turned upwards, mouths ajar, to catch the drops of his seed as it fell from me, all frozen. Save the humans who looked around, bewildered as we all were.

I slowly turned, rotating him inside of me as I moved onto my back, balancing precariously on his arm. His eyes stared down at me, blank, frozen by the sun's light. I bit my lip, tilting my hips as though he were still moving within me before carefully pulling myself off of him.

Cheers arose from the humans below, complexions flushed from their activities. I looked down on them, naked and filled with his gritty seed, a people reborn through lust.