Ravaged: A Collection of 11 Erotic Monster Tales

by Simone Beatrix

  A Satyr in these woods? I had heard that they used to be taught about in schools, but my education had taught me nothing about them. The last thing I heard about them was from my father, who mentioned that Satyrs were starting to become a myth, having almost vanished from the face of the planet a generation ago.

  I pinched the corner of my tent hard, fear beginning to overwhelm my curiosity. What does he want? What’s he looking for? While some stories had depicted Satyrs as friendly forest folk, others held the superstition that Satyrs were bloodthirsty creatures, bent on the destruction of Mankind.

  The Satyr came closer, and his fur gleamed in the rays of light cascading through the forest canopy. It was a brilliant caramel brown color, almost shimmery in appearance. His powerful upper half was impressive too, a sun-kissed tan highlighting his muscles. Brilliant horns curled around his ears, their gray metal color contrasting his sky-blue eyes.

  “H-hello?” I asked, slowly ducking out of my hiding spot. If he wasn’t aggressive, maybe he could help me, hopefully.

  He didn’t answer, but he did fixate on me. His blue eyes flicked up and down my body, and I felt my cheeks flush. Something about him comforted me, despite the strangeness of his half-man, half-goat body. After staring at me for what felt like eternity, he seemed to lose interest.

  Or was that nervousness?

  He turned and leaned down to pick up some scraps of wood that were scattered about, almost absentmindedly. After gathering an armful, he turned and looked at me one last time.

  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but his eyes seemed to yearn, yearn for something. A small sadness tinged them, then he turned and dashed out of the clearing, disappearing into the thick brush.

  I exhaled, regret and relief washing over me in a confusing mixture. What just happened? I slumped back into my tent, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

  “Well, I better get some work done.”

  ***

  There was no way that I was going to be able to deliver these letters. Without a way to get the cart righted back up, at least. Without the cart, I couldn’t carry the undoubtedly thousands of letters. I figured I might be able to grab a handful of the more important documents and stuff them into a sack, and hike the rest of the way. The 50 mile trip was going to be killer though.

  I spent the rest of the morning gathering scattered letters that had flown across the forest floor. I picked one up that had been partially torn open, and decided to read it.

  It was a love letter, addressed to a woman. The man waxed lyrical about the woman’s ample bosoms, her curvaceous hips and gorgeous eyes. He talked about raising a family with her, how their beautiful children would ask how they met, and he would tell them about the time he ran into her at the weekend market. How he fell for her immediately.

  The cursive prose and stories continued for another page or so, and I found myself getting caught up in it. I didn’t have anyone for myself, having been scorned by my last love. He had run off for someone else.

  I don’t even know what the point was anymore, with pigeon delivery becoming more and more frequent, I was starting to see the point of why no one wanted me leaving in the first place.

  Last week, I explained to my sickly father that I would take his letters and deliver them. He almost insisted that I don’t, but I knew that the job was more important than either of us. If the neighboring kingdoms didn’t hear from the King, they might fear something dire had happened.

  I shuffled the papers and took them back to the overturned carriage. I had the stray papers all organized in separate neat piles around me, and I sighed, holding my hand against my forehead.

  Rustling in the bushes behind me alerted me. The Satyr? I hoped, turning slowly on my foot to face the noise.

  The Satyr was clutching some letters in his hands. I stared, wide-eyed, as his majestic body approached me, without a hint of fear. He surveyed my carefully manicured piles of letters and placed his slightly crinkled letters in the appropriate one.

  “Thank- Thank you.” I said.

  He turned and looked at me, finally breaking his silence.

  “You’re welcome.” His words were comforting, a mixture of a kind of song and a deep bass. That voice washed over me, and made my skin tingle. “I’m sorry I ran off yesterday, I haven’t seen humans in a while... and I felt conflicted.”

  “Conflicted?” I stepped closer to him. I don’t know why, but I had this irresistible urge to touch his fur, to touch his skin, feel the warmth of his body.

  “I didn’t know what you might do, last time I met a human in these woods... they lashed out at me.” He showed me a scar that stretched across his stomach. I winced at the sight of it, despite it obviously being several years old.

  I introduced myself, “I’m Tasha.” I held my hand out, which he took and shook warmly. The touch of him was ecstatic, and I felt a tingle climb up my spine and shiver around my neck. I hadn’t experienced anything like that since my last love, and it took me aback.

  “I’m Jesse,” he smiled, bowing courteously to me, “What happened?”

  I gestured around me at the mess. “This is the trouble I’ve gotten myself into. I’m supposed to be delivering letters to the familial kingdoms, but a snake spooked my horses and toppled the carriage. There’s no way I can make it now.”

  He eyed me wistfully, something akin to lust creeping into his eyes.

  “I could help you get everything sorted out again, but I might need... um... something in return.”

  I looked at him suspiciously, “Like what? I don’t have very much money, and I don’t know if that would even help you out here anyway.”

  “Something... more physical.” He came upon me almost instantly, pushing me against the overturned carriage. He held his hand against my stomach. His touch electrified me, giving me goosebumps. I can’t quite describe it, something about his body being near me sent me into a fit. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it made my breath quicken.

  I inhaled sharply as his hand moved across my dress, down between my legs. He scooped his hand up, nestling it between my moist lips, the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my dress.

  “Interesting,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. To gauge my reaction. I felt like I couldn’t control myself... but I didn’t want to either.

  I snapped him up, kissing him hard. His lips against mine felt like fire in my body. I cradled his head in my hands, exploring his thick and magnificent horns that arced in perfect circles around his ears.

  A moan slipped out of my mouth as he started to vibrate his hand against my clit, slowly moving his fingers in a circular motion, making my knees weak. I never would thought I’d let anyone do this to me, but there’s something about him... my mind wandered, but quickly refocused on his hot breath catching my face when he lifted his lips from mine, a thin gossamer of saliva stretched between us and snapped.

  “Jesse, what are you doing?” I breathed, not really caring for his answer.

  “Tasha...” he breathed, working his hand deeper against my clit, no doubt soaking my dress through. He stopped, pulling his hand away with a quick movement. I shuddered, hungry for more.

  “Tasha, I need to ask you something,” he whispered.

  “What is it?!” I shouted, surprising myself.

  “I need your body.” His eyes looked down over me.

  “M-my body?! What do you mean...?”

  “We Satyrs, or Faun as you might know us, are dying. We need birth mothers, women to carry our kin to term.”

  “Mothers? How can I possibly...?” He kissed me again, his lips powerfully pushing against mine. I moaned again, then finally finished. “Do that?”

  “Simple, Tasha,” he continued, “you have to let me impregnate you... to use your body.”

  “But my home, my family...”

  “We can finish up your duties, of course. That’s important. Then you can come with me, and we can live out in the woods, and enjoy our own life. A ric
h life. I know you know what I’m talking about, I saw it in your eyes when we first met. This searching for something. Now you can have that.”

  I stared into his blue eyes, and I believed him. I knew what he talked about, the orange sunsets and white-blue sunrises we could share together. The strong touch of his hand in mine as I felt myself grow larger with our child. The family we’d raise in a cabin we could build ourselves. The powerful beauty of living in nature. Nature was where I belonged.

  I felt myself fall into him, and he kissed me again, taking my chin in his fingers.

  “Okay,” I decided, “let’s have a family.” He grinned, picking me up and placing me atop the wreckage. He inhaled deeply, before kneeling down on his hooves.

  He torn my dress up wards, pulling it off me in a quick motion. The wind from the dress tearing off my body made me gasp, and the chill in the air raised my skin immediately. He inhaled my scent deeply, taking it in.

  I blushed, feeling the full effects of my bare skin in his eyes. His hungry eyes. He kissed my legs, holding my ankle delicately in his hand as he did. I shivered, leaning back on my elbows and taking it in, gazing into the tree tops and listening to the birds sing.

  His kisses moved farther up my leg, his hot breath tickling my wet folds. I moaned as he teased me, his tongue reaching down and tasting my honey.

  The tips of his horns dragged against my inner thigh, tickling me with their stumps. I moaned deeper as he drank me up, his tongue sliding quickly against my clit, explosions of pleasure rocking my body against the carriage.

  I shuddered, gripping the base of the cabin to hold myself steady. My other hand held his left horn, holding his hot breath against my folds. He drank me in greedily, his tongue flicked across my clit, moving down and slipping into my pussy. I moaned, releasing his horn.

  He chuckled, the vibration of his voice pulsating a heat inside me. He moved a finger up and wetted it in his mouth, before gingerly pushing it into me. His thick finger was a godsend, pushing me to a new height of pleasure I didn’t think I could achieve anymore.

  It had been so long since I had been with someone, and this magical creature was almost more than I could bear. His finger felt like it was throbbing inside me, stroking my front wall. Sweat dewed on my forehead as he made me yell into the forest, almost shaking the tree tops with my moans.

  He pushed a second finger into me, it easily nested with his middle finger, my pussy soaking him.

  “You like this, my fingers filling you up?” He asked, pushing them deeper into me, up to his knuckles. He groaned, and I was able to look down and take a peek at his member. His rock hard erection had grown, and while I hadn’t originally noticed it, it was huge now. A girthy beast in of itself, I shivered at the thought of it entering me, filling me up, releasing itself inside me.

  He stood up and climbed atop the carriage, his hooves placed on either side of me. His fur warm to the touch, and it gently brushed against me as he brought his cock up to my lips.

  “Take it,” he groaned greedily, “take it in your mouth.”

  I took pleasure in him, dragging my tongue up against his balls and up toward the tip of his dick. He shivered as the hot surface of my tongue teased his cock, then I took it in my mouth, sucking hard. I gathered all my saliva and slathered it, swirling my tongue across his skin. He moaned louder, gripping my blonde hair and pushing his member deeper into my mouth.

  I pushed him away from me, writhing on the hard wood of the carriage. “Jesse, fuck me already. I wanna feel that hot cock inside me.”

  He climbed off the carriage, and gripped my legs again. This time he wasn’t leaned over, but standing tall over me. I stared into his eyes, just imagining him inside me, his thick head pushing against my walls. I ached for it.

  His throbbing cock pulsated against my clit, driving me mad. I pushed my hand down and pushed his head into me, and he entered me easily. Slowly, he began to push into me, watching me squirm. He chuckled at my delayed pleasure, gasping as my folds curled around him. He drove into me, filling me up almost instantly. I yelled out, reaching my hands around wildly for anything to squeeze, to grip and ride out my surge of pleasure.

  He pounded into me, his hands carefully propping me up against the remains of the carriage. The comfort of his touch flew through me like wild electricity, arcing across my limbs and lifting my back up. Moans slipped out of my mouth as his slow cradle rocked me, his cock pushing into me deeper and deeper, before sliding back out. I was lost to it. I bit my lip, focusing on the rush of heat coursing through my body.

  He hushed me, bringing his finger to my lips, teasing it back out of my mouth. His sky-blue eyes pierced me, and I knew I had to be all his. I threw myself into him, reaching up and running my hands against his hairless chest. I wrapped my legs around his goat-like lower body, and his fur worked as a strong friction material, holding me still as he worked his powerful magic on me.

  As he held my gaze, something twinged inside me, a sense of longing and a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  He groaned, moving his hand to cup my breast, squeezing it tightly in his strong grip. His calloused hands kneaded me, surging my body against his. The sensation of sweat dewing on his stomach and slightly misting me was beyond comprehension. He teased my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers.

  “Oh God yes,” I moaned, pushing his hand against my breast, urging him to pinch me harder. “More... more.” I begged. He pinched my nipple harder, moans squeezing out of me.

  “Oh... You like it rough eh?” He pulled me off the carriage, my ass hanging into the air now. The cold breeze licked the sweat off of me, my moist skin desperate for release. He rubbed his hand against my ass in a slow circular motion, before spanking it against me. Twhack! Twhack! I cried out as he spanked me, the pain intermingling with the pleasure in the most beautiful ways. He continued to thrust into me, his hand always cradling my sore ass-cheek now.

  I felt the wave of blistering white energy course through me, my fingers and toes numbing to the pleasure. My breathing grew ragged, and I could feel myself reaching my hard-fought limit. He spanked me again, Twhack! And I felt it dislodge it inside me, the wave-front of pleasure shot through me like electricity.

  I bucked wildly on the carriage, almost lifting myself up to eye level with him as my orgasm rocked my very core. He groaned, trying to hold me down. I could feel him reaching his own limit, and I saw the perspiration dewing on his forehead, his face turning red as he continued to pound into me, driving my orgasm into a full assault on my senses.

  I felt his cock swell, and his balls tighten against his body. His eyes caught mine, and I saw them grow unfocused for a moment that felt like infinity, his pace slowed, and his breathing deepened as I felt him release into me.

  He groaned a guttural moan as I felt him shoot his seed into me, each throbbing pulse of his cock tingling my insides. I moaned heavily, his hands placed on my ass and just digging his cock as far into me as possible.

  He held it there, and I felt like we become one person for a moment in time, the forest disappearing into the background, as if it was never there in the first place.

  I smiled, knowing that we just experienced something special, something magical.

  ***

  He helped me turn the carriage over, as he had promised. I fixed my dress as best I could, but it was going to have to do as it was. We threw the bags of letters back into the carriage, and he even grabbed the reins to carry the carriage with his inhuman strength. It was a long trip, but he showed remarkable sturdiness throughout the whole ordeal.

  The whole time we traveled between the kingdoms, dropping off letters, people were amazed to see him. “A Satyr?” they’d exclaim. While some showed fear and intimidation, most were just happy to see something they thought had fallen into legend come alive again. Seemingly before their very eyes.

  He encouraged them to come close, to touch his fur and feel his skin. He wanted people to know that Satyrs were still around, tha
t they could tell their families and friends they had even touched one with their own hands. His personality was warm and inviting, just as it was when I first met him.

  All told, it took about two weeks to finish all the rounds. We rested often, and he hunted wildlife and caught fish to feed us. We laughed and joked, and any kind of doubt that lingered in my mind faded into nothing. I knew I had made the right decision. After the long trip, my heart ached and yearned to return back into the woods, to build that cabin I had envisioned.

  I could tell I was pregnant already, and I looked forward to raising a family with Jesse, the Satyr who won my heart.

  Alien Seduction by Simone Beatrix

  I recalled laying in bed after star gazing that night, fantasizing about alien fingers probing every inch of my body. I had laid down in my bed—it was a hot night. The window in my bedroom was ajar and the refreshing cold air misted into my room from the hallway. Sweat beaded on my skin as I reached my hand down to my pussy.

  I slowly rubbed my clit in circles as I ran the tips of my fingers all over my moist body, pretending they were the alien fingers I so craved. I pinched my nipples and moaned audibly. I slid a finger into my pussy, quivering at its lack of girth. I imagined a gray alien leaning into my ear and whispering in an alien tongue, inviting me to give in to his hunger, to let me be taken by his species and made into a new person. I bit my lip, and tensed up as my body arched. Then it happened:

  The bright flash of light streaked into my room. I instantly recoiled, yet couldn’t stop staring into it. As I stared into it, instead of feeling any pain or surprise; I felt a kind of subdued infatuation with it. It drew me closer with its siren song.

  I walked up to my window, smiling, and touched the glass. Vertigo clung to me as I was transported to their ship. I looked around and found what appeared to be a replicate of my own room, but with my window replaced with a viewing pane for them to watch me through; where three gray aliens stared at me through a glass window. The air smelled of oil, like WD-40, and metal.

  A new addition to my ‘faux-room’ was a camera placed in one corner, a small light showing it was turned on—and recording. I saw one of the aliens turn and nod to another, then open the door to my cell. A hiss emanated as he stepped through the door and suddenly I felt incredibly comfortable.