Ravaged: A Collection of 11 Erotic Monster Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  He prodded her with the tip of it, already glazed with precum. She squirmed in his arms, begging him to fuck her already.

  I moved my fingers faster, matching the intensity of my heartbeat, and he plunged into her, his cock penetrating her with surprising ease. She moaned loudly, her voice ringing through the room.

  He grunted, and started to pound into her, his mane and fur swishing through the air with every hard, grunting thrust. She was like putty in his arms, her hands reaching out and pawing at me, begging for me to participate.

  I moved my fingers faster, chasing an orgasm that was rising up through me. He pounded her harder, and faster than I could have ever imagined, and I lavished it. I let my climax engorge me, hot flames searing through my skin, sweat dripping off my chin.

  In my glow, I leaned over and kissed Rebecca, her eager hand quickly planting itself on the back of my head, digging our lips together. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I took it, biting it and pulling. She moaned into me, and moved her hand to make me suck on her nipple.

  I cupped her breast, lifting it to my mouth as I dragged my tongue across it, teasing it. I nibbled on it, placing it between my teeth and sliding it back and forth.

  Her orgasm rocked the room, her wails growing louder and louder to match the sound of the beasts cock pounding into her skin. He groaned, and I realized he was cumming too.

  He grunted, grabbing her ass as she arched into the air, her muscles tightening into a ball. He lifted her entire body by her hips, and shook, his orgasm rocking him as he shot into her, no hint of self consciousness at all.

  I stared on, and couldn’t help but finally admit what I was feeling, I wanted it too. I wanted him to fuck me like that, a wild animal.

  He groaned, pulling out his throbbing cock from her pussy, and she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, sweaty, and sticky.

  “You’re next, pretty one,” he growled, his cock still hard and quivering in the air. I stared at him, wide eyed.

  “Already?”

  “Yes, but first...” he dragged me over to him, and shoved my face into his cock.

  I took the heavy cock in my hands, nearly too big to handle. “Suck on it.”

  I held it up to my mouth, giving it a quick stroke over its shimmering head, still sticky with Rebecca’s pussy.

  “More!” he demanded.

  I quickly squeezed the base of it, moving my head down and dragging my tongue up the shaft, a good nine inches of mass. He shuddered, and I tasted Rebecca on him, it was delicious.

  I took his cock in my mouth, opening my lips as wide as I could. He pushed his hips into me, urging his cock as deep as possible.

  I fought back my tears, trying to focus on swirling my tongue around it, twisting it and making him moan. I loved listening to his voice growl, his beastial voice vibrate through his body.

  I moaned, humming my voice on his cock. It twitched inside my mouth, and I did my best to keep it there, its strength almost too much to fight back.

  He grunted, thrusting his hips into me, slamming into the back of my throat. My gag reflex screamed, and I tried to hold back.

  He grunted again, slamming it back into me, and I pulled it out of my mouth, spitting up saliva, and heaving.

  My knees were weak, but I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs, I was so ready for him.

  “Enough,” he finally said, much to my relief. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, right next to Rebecca, who was still sleepy-eyed. She nestled up next to me. As the Chief grabbed my knees, Rebecca started grinding into my hips, moaning softly into my ear. I stared into his dark blue eyes, and readied myself.

  He pushed a powerful stroke into me, his amazing girth filling me to the brim almost immediately, but then it kept going. I stared at him in shock, terrified my pussy wasn’t going to be able to handle his massive cock.

  He kept pushing, a hard grimace covering his face, until he was balls deep inside me. I couldn’t believe the feeling it was giving me, this overall glow that I had never felt before.

  Then he started. He rocked back and forth, his cock only coming out a couple of inches, then slamming back into me.

  I screamed in pleasure, reaching and wrapping my arm around Rebecca, holding on for the ride. She cooed, and grinded into me harder, as the Beast rocked my body against the bed, his fingers digging into my knees.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked, “to finalize the ritual?”

  I moaned, nodding, I couldn’t get any words out, not to save my life. My breathing was ragged, and I felt a warmth opening up inside me, threatening to burst forth.

  “Do it...” I managed, “fucking cum inside me you bastard!”

  I egged him on, and he relished it. A grin spread across his lips as he thrust harder into me, my orgasm spilling forth like a broken dam. I craned and squirmed under his touch, riding out my bodies involuntary spasms. His cock twitched, and he let out a guttural groan, his load splashing into me.

  I felt every deep-body throb pulsate through me, reverberating through my bones. He groaned louder with each throb, and I knew there was no avoiding it, I was to be pregnant.

  I collapsed back onto the bed, Rebecca’s grinding finally coming to a stop. The Beast withdrew from me, finally flaccid and weak. He moaned and collapsed next to us, and my eyes fluttered, finally too weak to stay awake. I passed out.

  ***

  The morning light crept through the village, sneaking into the hut and waking me. I wiggled my nose and rose up, looking around.

  Rebecca was still nestled next to me, still a sticky mess. The Chief wasn’t there.

  I climbed to my feet and looked around, hoping to find him. I peeked out the front door, still conscious of my nakedness, and saw him standing there, looking over his village.

  He sensed me, and began to speak. “Now that you and you’re friend have come here, I have to ask you to stay.”

  I blinked, “I can’t stay.”

  “You have to, for if the ritual was successful, we will have new children. For the first time in my life, we will have new children.”

  I stared over at him, and looked into the village. The previously fierce looking beastmen looked gentle, and I no longer saw guards patrolling a small tribe, but creatures chatting and strolling, hunting groups readying for a feast. A community.

  “Are you sure... we can stay?”

  “Yes, you are more than welcome here. The other members of the tribe already hoped you would stay, if anything, to help appease relations between us and your race: humans.”

  I nodded slowly, still taking it all in. I thought back to what I might have if I returned home. Debt, joblessness, starvation. None of it seemed important any longer, whereas here... I had a duty to carry out the child growing inside me.

  “I think... I can do that. Rebecca too, she certainly seems excited about you.”

  He turned to face me, a smile crinkling his beastial eyes. “That is fantastic.”

  He walked back inside with me, and we woke Rebecca up to tell her the news. She took it as I expected, overjoyed. I guess she had already come to the same conclusion. The Chief kissed us both on the head, and brushed his finger across our cheeks.

  I looked over at Rebecca, who smiled. I smiled too, thinking about a life I could finally lead, a life I could actually be proud of.

  Punished by the Centaur by Simone Beatrix

  I saw another centaur that night. I had already tried telling people in the castle about it, but no one would believe me. They wouldn’t believe me, telling me “Centaurs aren’t real. Stop acting out. You’re a princess.” But I knew the truth.

  Every month for the last six months, I’d spy a centaur sneaking into the castle garden. My third story window overlooked the lush foliage of the garden below, which was often unguarded. Usually the centaurs would just take some fruit off our trees, scavenge some fallen fruit, and leave. But for the first time, this one lingered.

  It might have been the light on in my room that caugh
t his attention, or something spooking him. He had just gathered a handful of apples to take when he suddenly perked up, his tanned skin looking like milk in the moonlight, and stared into my lit window. I was leaning over the ledge when he looked, and we caught each other’s gaze. His eyes were enchanting, and for a briefest of time, I forgot that he wasn’t human. Not fully. He grunted after seeing me, and dashed off, the sound of his hooves hard and loud against the grass. In his rush, he dropped an apple, and I knew that I had to take action.

  Or I might never see him again.

  ***

  I ran out of my room and down the castle stairs, making my way past the throne room and sneaking out into the stables. It seemed fate was on my side that night, as I didn’t encounter more than two guards, who I was able to sweet talk into letting me out. I may have been more suggestive than was necessary, but I wasn’t perfect.

  I sneaked off and stole a horse from the royal stables, lashing the reins to pick up speed. Before I knew it, I was far away from the city with its castle walls dominating the landscape. The darkness of the night became my only ally.

  ***

  I had a vague idea where the lone Centaur might be headed. Years ago, I read about them in books, written back when people actually believed in the magic creatures that roamed the land. The old tomes mentioned a hidden grove near the rushing river. When I was a child, my father would often take me on his hunting trips, trying to raise me as if I were the prince he never had. I clearly remembered the sound of rushing water near one of his hunting spots, and the strange feeling I had standing near the edge of the river. Like something magical lay just beyond my reach. When I mentioned it to my father, he shrugged it off, and told me to focus on the hunt.

  I pointed the horse in the right direction, and sped off.

  Before I knew it, I entered the trailhead leading into the woods. The path was familiar to me, the trees looking the same, gnarled and bent in crooked and cocked directions. The branches were just thicker and longer, older.

  As I ventured further into the wood, I found the trail began to tighten and shrink before me. Eventually I had to abandon my horse, leaving it so I could travel by foot.

  The full moon was my only source of light, and it was still difficult to see as I walked deeper and deeper, sidestepping thick roots and over fallen logs.

  After walking for what felt like hours, I saw a flicker of light in the distance. It was too yellow to be the moon, and it danced between the gaps in the trees. I rushed to meet it, nearly tripping in my clumsy shoes as I ran toward it.

  The light bloomed and blossomed out as I drew near, revealing a small village situated in a forest clearing. How anyone would have found it during the day was a mystery to me. If I didn’t have the light to guide me, I would have ended up lost in circles.

  The source of the light was coming from a fire, its dancing flame surrounded by quaint huts, with sturdy walls. They weren’t really houses, but more hardy than huts. The doors were all closed, and much taller than any back at the castle’s village.

  Cautiously, I moved toward it, trying to get a better look at the layout of the village. I squeezed my hands, fighting back the urge to flee and run away.

  Of course, my favorite centaur myths all revolved around them being gentle and loving creatures. I only then remembered the ones that talked about them being fierce and hateful of humans. Convenience, I suppose.

  If only I knew the answer was somewhere in the middle.

  ***

  “What are you doing here?” a voice came from the deep shadows near the huts. I twirled around, facing it. A majestic black centaur stepped out from his hiding place—the same centaur I saw at the castle garden.

  “I—I just wanted to see if you were real...” He seemed upset, but not angry.

  He looked away from me, as if he was distracted by something. “You shouldn’t have come. It isn’t safe.”

  “Safe? What do you mean not safe?”

  He shushed me, quietly stepping up to me and putting his finger to my lips. I nodded as he pulled it away, and he beckoned me to follow.

  He went into a nearby hut, the one he was hiding next to. Inside, despite the poor lighting, I saw furniture and bedding that was designed for centaurs. The chairs were more like stools, and the beds were large and wide, big enough to accommodate the width and length of a centaur beast.

  “The other centaurs might not take kindly to you being here. We’ve had... issues with human visitors before.”

  I stared at him, still dumbstruck he was even real. “Issues? What kind of issues?”

  “Violence, or worse.”

  I gasped, holding my hand to my mouth. “I—I should leave then.”

  “You can’t right now, its too dangerous.”

  “Dangerous? How is nightfall too dangerous?”

  “We have to hunt at night, unless some humans spot us during the day. If you go back out there, any of my fellow centaurs might run into you. You have to stay here tonight. In the morning, I’ll make sure you can escape safely.”

  “Okay,” I gulped. I still didn’t really know what I was getting myself into, or if I could even trust this creature.

  He turned and began fixing up the bed. “My name is Ezrin, by the way.”

  “I’m Bree.” I offered to shake his hand. He took it lovingly, stroking my skin as he shook it. As I pulled my hand back, I felt the skin tingling.

  “Here, your bed is ready. You better get under the covers, just incase I have any company.”

  I hopped in and wrapped myself up tight, shutting my eyes. I almost wish I hadn’t left the safety of home.

  I heard his hooves clatter against the floor, as he left through the front door. I heard another voice outside, another centaur.

  “You have company over Ezrin? Who were you talking to?” the voice asked.

  My heart raced, and I held the covers tight over my head.

  “It was nothing, I was just reminding myself of something,” Ervin said, dismissing the other centaur. I sighed, and listened for the sound of his hooves to grow more distant and quiet. Eventually, I managed to fall asleep.

  ***

  I was pulled from my bed, powerful centaur hands gripping my arms. The sunlight shining through the open door showed my captors, two giant black centaurs pulling me up.

  “What, what’s going on?!” I screamed, finding two different centaurs hauling me out of Ezrin’s house. I looked over my shoulder, and saw him standing at the entrance to his house, his shoulders slumped and a defeated look on his face. I knew he had at least tried.

  I was dragged to a towering building, its foundation cracked and eaves infested with bats. It made the rest of the houses look humble. An enormous shire-centaur stood in front of it, anger flashing in his eyes. His breathing was hard and rough, and his skin was glistening with hot sweat.

  He stepped down from the entrance of his home, his hooves and body gigantic. I saw his house wasn’t only big to signify his authority, but to accommodate his size. Tufts of fur accented his ankles unlike all the other centaurs in the village. His blood must’ve been more pure if the horses back at the castle were anything to go off of.

  I was thrown to the ground in front of him, and my knees and hands scraped against the rough dirt.

  The leader stared out over his village, a hateful look in his eyes. He snarled, “Ezrin! What is the meaning of this!”

  I turned to see Ezrin had been following us. He knelt in front of the giant centaur, his front horse legs crumpling to the dirt.

  “I apologise! It is entirely my fault this human discovered our location. I had been stealing fruit from the castle garden...”

  “Again?!” The leader said, “I told you to stay away from there. Ezrin...”

  “Seer David!” Ezrin shouted back, “Do not harm this human! She means us no harm.”

  “I’ll be the one to decide who means us harm,” he turned and looked down at me. His gaze followed me, and I felt a sense of overwhelming foreb
oding pass over me. “So—human—what is your name?”

  “My name is Bree, Princess Bree of the Kingdom Relant.”

  “A princess...?” David said, “we might be able to make use of her just yet.”

  “Make use of me?”

  “Yes,” his gaze narrowed on my body, “for our purposes. Princess, our population has thinned. The only possible path to recover our thinning numbers is you.”

  I stared at him, eyes wide. “You’re not implying...”

  “Yes, I am. We would use you for our breeding purposes.”

  “Breeding?! I’m a princess! You can’t treat me like a piece of meat!” I spat at him. He turned and flinched. “Like I’m some common whore!”

  He snarled at me, leaning close. His breath was hot on my face. “Are you saying our women are ‘pieces of meat’?”

  I held my own for as long as I could, holding his stare. His green eyes smoldered, and he set his jaw. I knew I wasn’t going to win. I lowered my gaze.

  “Good. Guards, take her away for now, while I prepare the ceremony for tonight.”

  I was hoisted back to my feet, and I barely had the energy to walk myself to the lock-up.

  ***

  Ezrin was the first to visit me.

  “Bree, Bree.” His voice woke me.

  I looked up, my shackles holding my arms above my head. I was pinned to the walls of a wooden cage, my ass sitting in mud, and my legs jutting out in front of me.

  “What is it Ezrin?” I said with a cold tone, “I feel like I should blame you for all this... if you hadn’t been in the castle...”

  “Shush, this isn’t the time.” He looked around, “I have some good news for you.”

  I perked up, hoping it was about my escape. “Seer David might seem all fire and brimstone, but you might be surprised to hear it is unusual that he didn’t kill you. Last time we had a human in our village, they were executed. Him deciding to keep you here might actually be for your benefit.”

  “Oh yeah? In what way?”

  “You see... the reason humans and centaurs don’t get along anymore is because of a war our races had hundreds of years ago. If you unite our village with your kingdom, it would pave the path to clear all that bad-blood up.”