Dark Fantasies

by T West

  With her snatch now soaking, the creature held her by the wrists and outstretched her arms. He held her in front of him, and there she hung, as if crucified. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as the dragon’s eyes burnt brightly behind. The lust between Tyler and the woman grew, until strangely Tyler thought he actually felt love.

  The dragon was about to do something drastic. Its schlong now hardened even more, to its ridiculous full length. It seemed to be at least 15 inches, with big scaly nuts, which looked like oversized grapefruits as they hung beneath him menacingly. Its cock sprang up like a snake between the woman’s legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming pussy waited, it edged its way towards the back.

  She looked at Tyler with a look of acceptance, as if she knew what was going to become of her. The dragon was slowly but persistently pushing its knob up into the woman’s butt-crack. The juice from her pussy had dripped down in-between her butt-cheeks and lubricated it. She had felt embarrassed before -- being screwed by a being from another planet, stripped off, getting massaged and having her bean flicked, all in front of a young man that she’d never met. But now, this was even more embarrassing, as anal penetration was about to happen by a huge dragon-dick whilst suspended off the air in a crucifix position.

  Tyler felt the woman’s pain, for now she was perhaps being used in a way she didn’t really want to be. Even though Tyler was straight, he wished for a moment that the dragon would take him instead, to give this woman a chance to escape. He wanted to tell her that he admired her, that he really felt bad for her and respected her for dealing with this so well. She was now going to get such a hard drilling.

  The woman’s eyes were shut but every few moments they would open to reveal a look of sorrow that made Tyler want to shout out at the thing and say, “Take me! I’m all yours!”

  Amazingly, Tyler began to realize that it wasn’t shame or pain that the woman was now feeling, but it was in fact intense pleasure. Maybe it was the dragon’s rhythmic pumping of its hips, or the feeling of being dominated, or the fact that she was being watched at the same time, but this sexy young lady was really loving taking it in the butt-hole. The slow penetrative love-making of the dragon-penis was having an incredible effect on her pussy, which was now so wet that it looked as slick as a honey pot. She moaned and writhed, caught up, loving it. The dragon had her outstretched and started to move her around and around in circular motions during the anal screwing, as if she were a new car in a showroom and he was showing her off.

  The enormous serpentine dragon-dick slipped out of her butt, and seesawed about in mid-air as if it had a mind of its own. The dragon pushed the woman up close to Tyler on the floor. So close that their faces were almost touching. He could smell her womanly scent, and sat down on the forest floor. The dragon lowered her down to Tyler’s level on the ground until they were both face to face, their eyes locked intensely. They began to mutually kiss, softly at first, then with increased passion, their youthful pouting lips touching in a lustful lip-lock that made a bird on a nearby branch stop to peruse the beautiful moment.

  Incredibly they felt gratitude towards the dragon for letting them touch. The woman wanted more than just a kiss, and the dragon could sense this. While holding the woman with one hand it whipped its tail down and struck the razor-sharp edge across Tyler’s tight t-shirt, cutting the material open. His t-shirt fell to the floor in tattered rags, exposing his firm pecs. The huge dragon hand grabbed Tyler’s jeans and ripped them down in one motion. His boxer shorts were discarded to the side, and his erect dong stuck up in the air.

  As he sat there, with the rags of his clothes all around him, both humans were in anticipation about what was going to happen. The woman’s eyes checked-out Tyler’s fit body, similarly to how Tyler had admired her beforehand. She saw the dragon’s hand reach out in front of her and firmly pinch Tyler’s nipples, one at a time. This was something Tyler didn’t really like, but he didn’t do it so hard that it hurt. He did it with enough pressure that his nips hardened, so hard that they could cut glass.

  Tyler’s entire body tingled with desire, for now he knew what it was like to be watched by a perfect stranger. He was being examined, like he was a piece of meat, as if his only use was to be a sex object. The mammoth length of the dragon-dick slithered out and headed towards the woman’s legs and towards Tyler. He knew that it would be his turn next. He was about to experience what it’s like to be drilled by a monster dick.

  The woman looked into Tyler’s eyes as if to let him know that he had nothing to worry about, everything was going to be okay. Tyler took solace in her reassuring look, but as the enormous head delved down underneath Tyler’s balls and close to his tight pucker, it stopped dead, as if it had changed its mind. The mammoth dragon schlong snaked its way towards the woman’s soaked-up pussy and slipped itself inside, 9 inches deep. As the dragon thrust in and out, Tyler witnessed the huge testicles throb dramatically. The dragon shot its load, and all three heads opened their mouths and howled out at the same time, as the dragon ejaculated its spooge deep inside the woman’s body. The spooge pumped out and blindly swam towards her fertile egg. The potent seed kept coming and coming, swimming, impregnating her. The dragon didn’t know about birth control, and the woman was not on the pill. The dragon withdrew its schlong, as the cream-pie escaped her pussy and dripped onto the forest floor. The dragon’s eyes burnt more brightly, more purple than ever before, and he grabbed the woman by both ankles, and turned her upside down, dangling her, her long hair grazing the mud. He proceeded to put her on top of Tyler, head to toe, so the pair had no choice but to be facially smothered by each other’s groins.

  The dragon encouraged her by holding her there and forcing this upside-down 69 position. The couple did what any young couple would do. Their tongues darted out and began to lick and suckle at each other’s frustrated sexual organs. It was a beautiful sight. A baby deer ran through the trees and saw what was going on -- Tyler slurping down the dragon cream-pie from the woman’s pussy while the woman was heatedly sucking Tyler’s wiener.

  The dragon must’ve found this very arousing, for whilst the young couple gave each other oral pleasure, his long creature-dick was stiff again and aimed straight at them. He’d been watching intently, almost with a human mind. The three heads waved around and snaked in the air while the big scaly beast-balls tightened up. The dragon worked its own rod in circular motions, pumping it, and with one furious growl it shot its load, spurting his thick dragon-spunk again, all over the pair, soaking them in his goo. They got completely covered.

  As Tyler’s tongue lapped at her clit, she came uncontrollably, gushing down into Tyler’s open mouth. This caused her to clamp down harder on Tyler’s cock and she sucked him with great enthusiasm. She cupped his full balls and Tyler too felt an amazing orgasm rise up. He shot his load, spunked his seed deep into the woman’s mouth, and she glugged down every drop.

  If someone would have strolled past at this precise moment, they would have gotten quite a surprise. A young couple, lying head to toe, being held there by a very tall three-headed dragon, moaning as they came together, whilst the long dragon-dick shot sticky goo all over them. But, no one did walk by.

  The dragon let go of them, gave his willy one last shake to expel the last drop of spooge, and then bounded off, disappearing through the trees of the forest.

  The young couple sat up, breathing heavily, their arms intertwined, softly kissing each other. They smiled, and the woman said to Tyler, “Hi, I’m Madison.”

  Tyler smiled back and introduced himself.

  As they gazed at each other, they couldn’t help themselves. But this time, they made love their own way, the way they wanted to. They made love as evening descended on forest, filling it with a beautiful blue light. They screwed, they banged, they humped like animals.

  The pair ended up dating steady, and they even ended up renting a flat. They got a small cat, and they called him Peter. He had purple eyes. Through Madison’s p
regnancy, the pair didn’t know what the future held. But one thing was for sure, they had each other.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 7

  T he Orc King was upset that he had to leave the kingdom of Amalow. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. He was forced to leave. His people had turned on him. He decided that Hampstead Heath was as good a place as any to make his home.

  It was another typical Saturday lurking within the trees for Laurence Barlin. Laurence Barlin knew how to flash, and he already knew who would be his next victims this afternoon. The college girls sat by a big wide tree drinking tonic water and carelessly engaging in chatter. Their pretty faces, silky hair and trendy garments made Laurence Barlin’s mouth water, while his intentions swirled around in his mind. He stepped nearer, dressed just in his long dirty Mackintosh and muddy white plimsolls, chuckling to himself as he neared his prey.

  “I’m really not sure if he’s the one for me. Should I date him?” Jen Porter asked her group of girlfriends as she flicked her luscious hair back.

  “You so should. He’s definitely the one for you,” said red-haired beauty Chrissie Robson.

  A dark shadow appeared on the grass before the girls. They turned their heads and looked, and there was Laurence Barlin. He didn’t waste any time introducing himself. He undid his dirty Mac and pulled it open, exposing his flabby white body. His erect below-average-sized prick stood up, eager.

  “Jesus Christ! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get away !” screamed Jen Porter.

  Laurence Barlin didn’t listen. This was exactly the reaction he wanted. His proud weenie swung from left to right, and it was only when Chrissie Robson’s spring water splashed right in his face that he stopped smiling.

  “Get lost ! Move away from us!” The girls’ voices yelled in unison.

  Laurence Barlin glanced sheepishly at the floor, did up his Mac and ran off, disappearing between the trees. He had achieved his goal. These young, attractive girls were repulsed.

  In a similar fashion to how Laurence Barlin had been staring at the girls, he was now being stared at. And he was about to experience what it was like to be the prey. Just when he was about to hide behind his favorite row of bushes, an ominous dark shadow dropped over his plimsolls. The unsightly flasher looked to the side, and saw that standing right next to him, was a big orc, naked except for the leather loincloth covering his groin.

  The Orc King moved his garment to one side revealing his huge 11 inch schlong, which swayed ominously. Laurence Barlin’s eyes widened with fear. Gasping, his eyes went from the orc’s podgy face, down to his muscular pecs, down to his chubby belly, and all the way down to his ridiculously long phallus. Laurence Barlin turned to run, but the orc grabbed him, wrapping both his arms around him in a tight embrace. Undoing his Mac from the front, Laurence Barlin managed to get free and ran as fast as he could, the orc getting a view of his snow-white ass as he galloped off between the dense trees.

  Behind the next row of bushes, merely a few feet away, was a young mother. She was on all fours, her breasts out and lactating, wobbling in the afternoon breeze. Behind her was a skateboarder, still clothed, his knee-pads and elbow-pads still on, his skateboard nearby. His face was burrowed between the plentiful orbs of the attractive female.

  With her knickers round her ankles and her short skirt hitched, this young single mum craved some much-needed attention, and her fingers reached down to play with her freshly-shaven pussy. A dark shadow cast its way down on her melonous breasts.

  As she looked up and her jaw dropped in terror, for there standing before her was the large green orc. The Orc King knelt down and started to milk her full breasts like a dairymaid. His strong fingers gripped her erect nipples tightly, causing strings of milk to splash down onto the park floor. Meanwhile, the skateboarder traced his tongue all the way from her welcoming nook, up to her delicate pucker, and he probed his tongue inside. With his face buried between her ass-cheeks, he was unaware of the medieval milking that was occurring mere inches away.

  The skateboarder took his face out from between the twin cheeks for a breath of fresh air, and he saw a sight so terrifying that his heart nearly jumped out of his mouth. The woody in his baggy jeans withered as he looked at the orc’s podgy face. He stood up, grabbed his skateboard and sprinted off through the trees, leaving The Orc King and the woman alone.

  “I’m going to be the king of Hampstead Heath. And I’m going to make you my queen,” declared The Orc King, pompously.

  He pulled down his leather loincloth and the woman’s eyes lit up when she saw his enormous phallus, which stood at full mast, yo-yoing up and down. The young mum only had one thing on her mind. She crawled forward, opened her mouth and placed her lips on the orc’s throbbing shaft. The size of the schlong meant that she was unable to take all of it in her mouth. So, she suckled the pulsing helmet with her lips, the wide girth rippling in her hand whilst she jacked the green length.

  The Orc King directed his schlong towards her mammary glands. The woman sat up straight, and obediently took the rod between her fleshy boobs, bouncing herself up and down, performing an energetic tit-wank.

  Pressing her tits together, her lactating nipples sprayed droplets of milk in random tangents that trickled down to his big, full nuts. Instinctively, the young mum reached down again to caress her fresh snatch, and she frigged herself whilst lowering her head to suck her own milk from the green plums. Groaning into her mouthful of testicles she flicked her bean until she came, gushing a pungent liquid downwards onto the park grass.

  The Orc King’s nuts strained. He needed to relieve himself, but selfishly, as soon as the woman had reached her own climax, fear struck her again. She quickly stood to her feet, pulled up her thong, had one last look at the orc’s flabby belly, and ran off, disappearing between the bushes.

  Frustrated, The Orc King covered himself up under his leather loin cloth once more. I guess she’s not going to be my queen, he thought solemnly, and plodded off through the next row of trees.

  A few yards away, in a nearby part of the Heath, Derek James looked down at his own 6.5 inch penis whilst he held it and jacked it. He looked to his left at the 7.5 incher, to his right at the 6 ¼ incher, and straight ahead of him at the 9 incher. He’d been in some dodgy circle-jerk situations previously, but he was thoroughly enjoying how this one was turning out.

  The four young circle-jerkers worked their poles excitedly, their nuts churning whilst their wrists sped-up. Not distracted by the twittering birds, they were keen to unload. As Derek James’ hand became a blur, a sinister cucumber-shaped shadow fell upon his helm. Looking up, his eyebrows raised, for there, joining in the group-jerk was The Orc King.

  The Orc King smiled. “You can be my foot-soldiers,” he said pretentiously as he pulled his leather loincloth to the side. “ Yes . You can be my right-hand men.”

  Terrified, the men were at a point of no return. They contemplated running, but as their balls twitched they realized there was only one immediate option. Derek James glanced to his left and to his right at the two schlongs being worked, and as the speed increased, the orc joined them, working his 11 inch dong with a sense of purpose.

  The wieners on either side of Derek James spurted their creamy goo, ejaculating their spunk which spiraled downwards onto the floor, their jizz blindly swimming between the blades of grass. The 9 incher opposite gave one final throb before ejaculating its spooge, the cream shooting out and covering Derek James’ jean turn-ups.

  The three men ran off abruptly into the bushes, zipping themselves up, simultaneously embarrassed and petrified whilst Derek James looked into the orc’s deep black eyes. His soul was mortified and his erection shriveled whilst the orc’s enormous phallus pointed straight towards him.

  “Oh God… time for me to go,” muttered Derek James, turning around and running off, leaving the Orc King to masturbate alone.

  The Orc King took his hand off his knob, and with his balls still full and
desperate to unload, he walked further into the tree-covered Heath.

  He walked for several more minutes before stopping, a twig breaking under his strong, bare foot. The smell of diesel sifted through the air and up into his wide nostrils. The orc crept up behind a bush and watched something that was even fairly extreme by his standards. For there, in the next opening of trees, were a gang of diesel dykes.

  Sitting on a large tree stump was the first lezzy, her fat thighs parted as wide as they could be, her buckled boots up on the stump, while her unshaven pussy rustled in the wind. The second dyke had a shaved head and was bent over on her knees, intensely licking the first lesbian’s exposed muff, making loud, wet noises as she did so. The second lesbian’s studded belt was on the floor, her skinny jeans and knickers down by her knees, and there behind her stood the leader, the third diesel dyke.

  The leader’s mohicanned head stood tall, whilst her scorpion tattoo snaked up underneath her wife-beater vest. She was fully clothed, and around her waist she was strapped-on with a 10 inch purple toy, complete with huge plastic balls. She was screwing the kneeling lesbian in front of her, thrusting her hips back and forth like an animal, sliding every inch of the dildo into the quivering flange of the pie-eating lez.

  The first dyke looked up and caught the orc standing there by a tree. “Look girls! There’s a total pervert in a Halloween costume staring at us.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me,” said the lesbian leader coldly, turning her head and seeing the orc leering there. She turned to her biker buds, wrinkled up her nose and said, “Let’s teach this perverted bastard a thing or two. I’m clearly strapped-on, and I bet I’m packing more than he is. You got the rope, Reese?”