Monster Sex Stories

by Lexi Lane

  He turned, looking down at her and she met his eyes, some magic passing between them. She held his gaze as she slowly stroked Therran’s cock, watched as pleasure washed over his features. His eyes grew dark, heavy lidded with arousal, his lips parted, and breath coming fast. Anna thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.

  She stroked Therran’s cock as the chestnut Centaur slid himself into Anna. She cried out as he entered her, her hand closing around Therran’s cock, pulling and tugging him as the chestnut Centaur thrust himself into Anna’s body.

  Therran groaned, his front hooves pawing the ground, moving his body closer to Anna. She stroked his cock in time to the Centaur’s thrusts into her body, running her small hand up and down the impressive length of Therran’s cock, rubbing and stroking, reaching back to fondle his balls, making him twitch and shudder.

  Soon the three of them were all crying out, the chestnut Centaur singing the song she’d come to know that meant he were coming. Therran was moaning deep in his throat, more animal than human. And Anna, her head back, was making sounds she never knew she could make, never made with Jon.

  Then she was filled once again with the stunning heat of a Centaur’s orgasm, the sensation filling her completely. And against her hand, she felt Therran coming.

  Turning her head, she watched as his hips twitched forward, his cock growing rigid as a stream of creamy liquid shot from his cock. His head was back, face to the sky, arms thrown wide as his hindquarters pushed forward, as Anna continued stroking him, as he pumped his seed onto the ground.

  The chestnut Centaur had pulled away from her. She watched him bow, leaving the circle. She was alone now with Therran. He stood at her feet, bowing deeply to her.

  Anna knelt on the edge of the stone. Therran moved to stand in front of her. She ran her hands up his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. He looked down at her, his eyes dark, the amber flecks now almost red in the dying light of the sun.

  “You have done very well, Anna.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his torso, her head resting on his shoulder. She ran her hand down over his powerful shoulder, down the smooth skin of his chest, her fingers tracing over the warm skin.

  She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as his scent filled her mind, bringing back all the pleasure she’d had from him. It seemed like a distant memory, from another time. He’d been her first Centaur, that very morning. Now she’d had the entire herd, every one of them. She listened to his heart beating, strong against her naked skin.

  “And now? What happens to me now?” She found a strand of his silky black hair blowing in the breeze. She caught it, winding it between her fingers.

  “As I said, we will care for you. We will know very shortly if you’ve taken.” She felt him tenderly kiss her head.

  “I can live with you?” She looked up at him, running her fingers down his cheek.

  Therran smiled down at her. “It would be hard for us to care for you if you didn’t live with us. We have a place for you that will be safe, out of the weather, and we will give you everything you need.” He tipped her face up to his, brushing her lips with his. She pulled away, her voice low, tentative.

  “Am I yours, Therran? I mean, can I be yours? Even though I mated with every one of the Centaurs today?” She looked up at his magic eyes, wishing she could work magic on him, to make him say yes.

  “Centaurs do not have just one mate, Anna.” She lowered her eyes. After a moment he tipped her face up to his again. He kissed her, this kiss searing, claiming her mouth, and her, with a possessiveness that belied his words.

  “But you have touched a place in my heart no other human has.” She looked up at Therran, hope blooming in her heart.

  “You are mine. And I am yours, as much as a Centaur can be anyone’s.” He laughed, a deep sound that she felt more than heard.

  “We are wild creatures, Anna.” He kissed her again, looking into her eyes. “But then, I suspect you are too. Come.”

  And with that, he swung her up on his back, breaking the spell of the standing stones as he took her deeper into the forest.

  The Ogre’s Virgin – Monster Sex Series

  The Ogre’s Virgin © 2013, Lexi Lane

  The little group huffed and puffed its way up the mountainside. Sturdy fir trees and aspens crowded next to pines and the occasional scrubby brush. Boulders rested in huge piles, their gray faces covered by large patches of velvety lichen. The birds sang and from nearby came the sound of a small and splashing stream.

  Amy was too angry to be tired. Matthew, her boyfriend, walked beside her and she had to restrain the urge to shove him off the trail. His face was set in a contrite mask that she knew was just that, a mask. The reason for her anger walked slightly ahead, her firm ass swaying from side-to-side and her long legs pumping. Amy couldn’t blame her though; she had known for quite some time that things were beginning to unravel between her and Matthew.

  She stared glumly down at the small pebbles and weeds choking the barely discernible trail. Matthew had never been the ideal guy for her but she had been willing to overlook a lot of things simply because he was so gorgeous.

  One thing she had not been willing to do, though, was give him her virginity. She had used every reason in the book but as she climbed higher along the trail she admitted to herself that real problem wasn’t that she was trying to get a commitment, which he refused to give her anyway, out of him by holding sex over his head, she wasn’t excited by him.

  It was true. His kisses were limp and his hands were often too soft. He made jokes about his seductive ways and he did bring flowers and spend time groping on her and kissing her but she never felt that spark, that fire that she craved so badly.

  In the four months since they had begun dating Matthew had lost patience with her refusals to go further and while he had flirted with other women before this was the first time he had taken it further. She had caught him and the gorgeous blonde up ahead in a full out embrace, lips licked and tongues twisting. She knew Matthew assumed she was jealous but she wasn’t, she was angered by her the fact that he had stooped to such petty measures to try to get her to put out.

  She had to pee. The group was talking and moving along at a fairly slow pace so she decided then was as good a time as any to take care of business. She ducked behind a tree and relieved herself then rested her head on the bark of the tree for a few minutes, trying to relax a little. After all, tossing him off of the side of the mountain would not do her any good at all.

  She slicked her brown hair, held up in a ponytail, back and rubbed her hazel eyes with the palms of her hands, removing any traces of the frustrated tears that had risen. Be damned if they would see that they had hurt her at all. She looked down at her perky breasts and slim legs, so she wasn’t a gorgeous blonde starlet out on a hiking trip to keep her body in shape for her next part, she wasn’t going to let that make her feel badly. Amy had come to grips with her petite frame and curves long ago, she knew that the ass and tits that were too stubbornly curved out for some made her figure interesting and sexy to others. She also knew Matthew would have hit on any woman at that point, just to make her jealous. It was the pettiness of that action that had made her so angry and upset.

  She dug around in her backpack for a small juice container, drank it and headed back to the trail. Fifty feet later she stopped, confusion setting in. She couldn’t see the trail. Had she somehow gone the opposite way after having left the tree? She backtracked but all of the trees looked alike and she couldn’t recall which one she had hidden behind. The sun glinted down through the high pines and she took her cell phone out but the signal was gone as well.

  “Shit!” She walked closer to what looked like a trail but it dead ended halfway into a deeper thicket of trees. She blundered back the other way, fear beginning to settle across her skin. She couldn’t be lost, the mountain was huge and thickly forested, she had to find her fellow hikers.

  “Help!” She screamed. A bird
chattered down at her and then took wing, sending small bits of drying bark down onto her face. “Help!”

  The echo boomed around her and she shivered, suddenly aware of just how alone she was, and how vulnerable.

  The woods echoed back and she shivered, her arms going around her waist. The bird that had flown away swung back past and she stared at up at it, envious of its ability to rise above the tall treetops and see its way out.

  “Think,” she told herself sternly and took a long breath. She was pretty certain she had come in from the right, she looked around at the trees, hoping for something familiar to jog her memory but there was still nothing. Except the moss stuck to the sides of the trees, that was. She looked at it, trying to remember what it was that was supposed to tell a person lost in the woods.

  She sighed and headed to the right, stopping every few steps to bend a tree limb, hoping that if she had to backtrack that would help her find her way back to where she was. Which, she admitted, was no less lost but at least lost in a place where she could start back from.

  She knew she could not be far from the trail; she had only walked a few minutes into the woods so when she had counted to five hundred she turned around and started back. She walked in the opposite direction and went that failed to take her back to the trail she began walking in diagonal paths.

  By the time the sun was going down she was losing hope and in tears. She had shouted herself hoarse and had fallen down twice, once rolling at least fifteen feet down a steep section of the mountainside. She had scrambled back up but the falls had scared her badly and she was exhausted to boot.

  She decided to try for the highest point, thinking that perhaps she would be able to see her way down from there but as she hiked the night began to close faster, velvety shadows draping the pines and firs and disguising the large rocks. She fell again, twisting her ankle and almost toppling off the side of a mesa. She managed not to go over by grabbing a large shrub and holding on for dear life.

  Shell shocked she got up and kept climbing, her entire body aching and her thoughts in a jumbled disarray. Sobs came out of her throat as cold began to settle across the mountain, she crossed her arms over her breasts wishing she had worn something warmer than the thin sweatshirt and denim shorts. Her feet, despite the hiking boots and thick socks, began to blister and she was limping as she entered a tiny clearing.

  A ramshackle cabin sat there. She stared at it, wondering if it were an optical illusion created by hysteria and hope. It looked solid enough so she started for it, her limbs trembling and her teeth chattering.

  She pressed her fingers against the door, expecting it to be spongy with rot or splintered but oddly enough it was smooth and firm. She pressed hard and the door opened silently. Trepidation filled her but just then a stiff wind blew down the mountain, sending her fleeing into the shelter of the cabin.

  There was just enough light left for her to see the fireplace and the wood stacked in front of her. She staggered over to it and fumbled along the primitive mantelpiece until she found a book of matches. She dropped to her knees and began to hurl chunks of wood into the brick fireplace but she could not make the fire stay lit. She burned out four matches before her panic subsided long enough for her to remember she had to start it using smaller pieces of wood first.

  She did get it going and when a satisfying flame had sprung up she held her hands out to it. Now that she was not terrified of being outside and all that entailed: starving predatory animals, exposure and an accident that might leave her with a broken arm or leg, she could think a little more clearly.

  In her bag there were still some snacks. She opened it up, finding a few beef jerky strips and an apple. She curled up in front of the fire and munched on the Spartan dinner. She felt incredibly well, despite the fact that she was lost, food and shelter had brightened her spirits.

  The wind soughed around the pines and she looked around the cabin, a rough bed sat in one corner. She went to it and gingerly picked off the covers. They smelled bad but she was too tired to care, she crawled inside the bed and rolled up into a tight ball and went to sleep.

  ***

  She woke to an angry roar. She blinked her eyes opened, confusion her first response at the sight of the shadowy interior of the cabin. Her eyes turned toward the source of the sound and a scream jerked itself out of her throat.

  The thing staring at her was huge, twice as huge as an ordinary man. It had a low forehead and eyes that glared out at her from under shaggy eyebrows the same black as the heavy shock of hair on its head.

  She shrieked as she pushed herself back against the wall, the rough wood rubbing her delicate flesh through her shirt. The thing stepped closer and she saw its hands, large and covered with hair at the knuckles, and its lower body.

  The scream, which had not changed in intensity since she had opened her mouth, abruptly cut off. She stared in fascinated awe at the heavy and thick penis that hung from a mat of coarse black curls.

  An odd sensation jolted into her being; a trembling feverish excitement. She stared up at its face and it grunted and turned away, giving her a glimpse of well-muscled ass cheeks. She swallowed hard, her breath a gasp as she fought the urge to reach out and touch those hard and flexing glutes.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked herself. “That’s an ogre.”

  It was an ogre, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. The ogre had human eyes and a straight nose but its mouth was heavy lipped and filled with teeth. Thick black hair waved back from the high forehead and it had a heavy beard of the same sooty color. She wanted to run away but she also wanted to crawl closer.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was lost and I was cold.”

  The ogre grunted and tossed something at her. She ducked instinctively then she picked it up. It was a bunch of wild grapes, dusky red and filled with sweet juice. “Thank you,” she said politely before ripping one off the vine and stuffing it into her mouth. The flavorful juice spat out into her mouth, reminding her she had not eaten much and that she had been walking for a long time. She finished the grapes and looked up to see the ogre standing closer to the bed.

  His cock had stiffened slightly. It jutted out a bit from his large heavy body and she stared it again, helpless to stop herself. Even as she started the head of it swelled even further, turning a dusky purple as it engorged with blood.

  “Oh,” she said softly.

  He came closer, his enormous hands splayed out by his sides. A gold ring glinted from one finger and his footsteps shook the floor. Fear mingled with excitement as he bent over the bed and shoved her onto her back. Her throat locked shut as his nostrils hovered above the skin of her neck.

  She was too afraid to close her eyes, she was terrified that he she was about to discover herself the victim of cannibalism, his hands came up and her sweatshirt bunched and twisted into them. She looked down and saw him rip it in half as easily as if he were tearing a spider web.

  Thrills of lust shot through her, shocking her nearly senseless. She was about to die, she was sure of yet she was wet, soaking wet. Her panties felt sticky and her breath shuddered in and out as he rubbed her breasts in hard rude movements. Her nipples peeked up, growing painfully taut as he plucked at them and pinched them.

  Pain and pleasure hazed her thinking. He stepped back, something changing on his face. She caught a breath, wondering what would happen next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. His nose came back and he snuffled and sniffed along her belly.

  Cold air ran across her exposed breasts and belly and the flames from the fireplace licked across the ceiling, casting warmth toward her. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. She kept waiting for the lethal bite of his teeth in her belly but that never came, instead he pressed his face into her crotch and sniffed long and hard at her crotch.

  “I’m a bather so it should be right as rain down that way,” Amy said in a crazily cheerful voice. Hysterical giggles exploded form her mouth and her feet kicked o
ut in a reflex action against the ticklish sensation and the fear. His hard hands pinned her to the crude mattress, she fought for a moment, not because she thought she could get away but because it felt good, though she couldn’t have said why.

  The shorts ripped off of her so fast and hard that they left a long red chafed mark along her waist. Amy yelled at flailed her fists out at him and he caught them easily in one hand. His other hand moved between her legs, his thick fingers coarsely rubbing against her slippery outer lips.

  Sensation ignited inside her. She kicked and yelled and he used his free hand to press her into the mattress while the one exploring between her legs became more insistent. His finger slid into the opening there, shallowly piercing her.

  Breath died in her mouth. The weight and thickness of the finger inside her was so pleasurable that her back arched upward in a silent plea for more. He went deeper, tickling against her tight walls as he did so and she mewled out an assent.

  Teeth grazed her nipples and she shrieked in alarm before grunting in satisfaction as his lips closed tightly around her nipple and sucked so hard that a sliver of pain twisted into her.

  He stepped back and Amy stared up at him, cries of protest ringing out. His weight was enormous, when he moved back to her and onto the bed it creaked and groaned beneath him. For a second she was sure it wouldn’t hold his weight and that they would both topple to the dirty floor but it held. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, she fought back by kicking and twisting side-to-side.

  He waited for her to tire and then his fingers quested inside her once more. Slippery juices coated her lips and he rubbed his fingers in them before plunging them into her depths. She cried out as a strange uncoiling feeling began in her belly. Her inner thighs shook and her ass cheeks clenched while her heels dug into the mattress.