by Cerys du Lys
The wisp wriggled around, playing with her body, then it fitted itself inside her. Large, almost impossibly so at first, but then less and less. The wisp disappeared inside her slit, leaving shining light in its wake, spreading out of her and into her.
Solace gasped, and the wisps let her. She clutched at the pillows on the table, unsure what exactly she was feeling. Exciting feelings, arousing ones, fluttering through her stomach and the core of her body. The other wisps inside her continued their gentle, caressing kisses, coaxing her body into relaxing. In contrast to that, the wisp between her legs seemed like it wanted her to do anything but relax.
Light spread throughout her, pressing against her inner walls. The wisp poked and prodded, exploring inside her, sneaking this way and that and testing her. It pushed, harder, harder, until it found one spot in particular and pushed very hard.
She heard it speaking, talking to the others. "Let her sing."
Completely unexpected, catching her off guard entirely, a rush of heady pleasure soared through her. The wisp rubbed and pushed against her pleasure spots, both inside and out, gentle yet persistent. Her climax rushed forth, beckoned by the wisps when she hadn't even known it existed before this. True, she'd had orgasms before, mostly on her own, but they never came so easily.
Her mouth opened wide and nonsense sputtered forth. Gibberish, whatever, the unknown cries of a woman in the midst of passion, all jumbled and mixing together. Solace bucked her hips up, grinding her crotch against empty air, caught up in climax.
"I like it," one wisp said.
"Yes, it is good," another agreed.
"Is there more?"
"Let's find out," the first wisp suggested.
When her orgasm was about to stop, to drift into lesser waves of pleasure, the wisp raised her back up. Solace arched her back and the wisp inside her lifted the center of her body into the air. Her feet dangled against the pillows, toes teasing the fabric of the blankets. She muttered incoherent gibberish while the wisp pleasured her.
It was, she thought, like a million tiny fingers. Inside her, outside her, each with their own motions, toying with her. A hundred on her clit, rubbing back and forth, soft and needy, then more playing with the folds of her pussy, massaging her lower lips in rhythmic circular motions. Hundreds inside, moving in and out, almost like loving penetration, but tenfold. Squeezing and pressing into her, past any resistance she might have ever had, and showing her pleasure she'd never known.
As she spasmed uncontrollably on the table, the wisp delved deeper. It slithered up and inside of her, moving further and further, until a part of it snaked into her womb. That sensation was the oddest of all, though it didn't hurt. Just a peek, exploration, and then the wisp slithered out and attended to her desires once more.
Solace sang. Whatever she sang, some wordless song, the wisps adored it. They cherished her and praised her skills and urged her to continue. More.
The first wisp chided them after she began coming down from her second orgasm, though. The wisp slinked out of her, poking past her labia and leaving her feeling dreadfully filled once more. Then, as quick as that, it popped out of her. The other wisps left, too, fluttering through her and coming out the same way they came in. Bursts of light gleamed out of her nose, her mouth, her eyes, and her ears.
Solace lay sweating on the heap of pillows and blankets on the table while the swarm of wisps flew over her. They watched her and tinkled, singing songs about her and telling her she was very, very good.
"Thank you," she said, whispering.
"You have to get up, though," the first wisp said. "The Demon King will want to see you soon. He waits."
Remembering her reason for being here, remembering the townspeople's hatred and remembering her fear, she tensed up and said, "I'm scared."
"Do not be scared," the wisp said. "I have seen. I have checked. You will be a good mother. Bastion will like you."
Everything clicked and she understood now. Pleasure, yes, and orgasms on her part, but that wasn't the purpose of the wisp's possession. They needed to check her for the Demon King. For Bastion. For...
She remembered Levi's words.
"The Demon King's going to fuck you raw and fill your belly with some monster baby. Except it's not birth you go through, it's being eaten from the inside out. That demonspawn's going to gnaw at your insides once it grows. Slow at first, until it gets hungrier and hungrier, then it's going to pop out one day, eat right through your stomach, and devour the rest of you as its first meal."
"No," Solace said, shaking her head, scared. "I don't want to go. I can't. Please don't make me."
The wisps offered no consolation. "We will help you dress. We will bring you."
They lifted her up, stretching her arms out to the sides. She floated in the air, carried by the wisps, knowing what it must feel like to fly. In the afterglow of her orgasms and the shock of her flight, she gasped and remained still, soaking it all in.
They carried her past the curtain and into a small side room. Here there were open chests filled to the brim with frills and lace. One of the wisps picked out a pair of stockings and floated them over to her, while another chose a pair of panties, and another fetched a bra. The wisps set to work dressing her, fitting the stockings onto her legs. The panties slid up and covered her crotch, then they expertly snapped the bra into place around her breasts. Curiously, she noticed everything she now wore matched. Lacy and white and soft against her skin, like a tight embrace.
The wisps admired their handiwork and tinkled something akin to happy agreement. More of them went to another chest and retrieved a comb and brushed her hair. Honey gold curls bounced down and then leapt up. A couple more found a necklace and placed it reverently around her neck, adding it next to her own leather cord and silver coin. The first wisp dragged a full length mirror towards her so she could inspect herself.
Solace stared in the mirror, shocked. Soft, sensuous curves accentuated by the lace and frill of the wisp's undergarments, then the sparkle of gems across her throat. She swallowed hard and the necklace shifted, the gems moving slightly and reflecting glints of light through the mirror. Her hand went to her throat and she instinctively toyed with the silver coin between her fingers while staring at her reflection.
This can't be me, Solace thought. She did think she was somewhat pretty, but not this much. A shine of sweat covered her body, making her look as if she were glowing in the wisp's light. Like an angel, she imagined.
Not, she thought, like a Demon King's bride. Or, exactly like one if he wanted an innocent woman to corrupt and torture and ravage into submission.
"No," she pleaded when the wisps lifted her off the ground after her self-inspection. "Please. Please, no."
"Bastion will like you," the first wisp said, then nothing more.
They carried her into a room adjacent to the one that looked like the den in a log cabin. This room had lit torches lining the walls every few feet making the wisplight less necessary. At one end of the room was an actual bed crafted from dark wood with a mattress big enough to fit five people. Bureaus and dressers and side tables and a pair of chairs seated alongside a pedestal table lay scattered around other parts of the room. And there was a door besides the one the wisps brought her through, currently closed.
The wisps carried her to the bed, tossed her onto it, then vanished as quickly as they came. Solace had no time to convince herself to run away before the other door opened and a man stepped inside.
He wore a coal black doublet atop a stark white shirt, with pants sewn of ebon silk. His dark leather boots shone bright in the torchlight and he had a flowing slate grey cloak draped across his shoulders. He closed the doors then undid the clasp of the cloak and let it fall at the entrance of the room like a welcoming mat. Striding towards the bed, he stood at the foot of it and stared at her.
His features were striking and far too perfect. Solace couldn't look away, was drawn towards him. He had sharp, angular cheeks and pale skin. H
is eyes glimmered red like fiery embers, like passion personified. Perfectly straight, dark hair framed his face and fell to the top of his shoulders. He eyed her, looking displeased.
"Undress, if you will," he said.
She stared at him, looked him straight in the eyes, gathering the courage to do what she intended to do.
He looked at her, indifferent, waiting for her to do as he said. "Well?"
"No," she said, barely a whisper. "I won't."
The faintest hint of a smile curled his lips upward and his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Excuse me. What did you say?"
"I..." Did she really want to do this? Did she want to risk his wrath? "I don't want to."
"Which is it?" he asked. "You won't, or you don't want to?"
"Please," she said, "don't mock me."
"I'm not mocking you," he said. "Actually, this is refreshing. Are you hungry?"
"You're mocking me!" she said, huffy.
"I am not," he said, "mocking you. Are you," he added, "hungry?"
"You're treating me like a child. I'm a grown woman."
"If you don't want to be treated like a child, then stop acting like one. Are you hungry or not?"
"I am," she said quietly, blushing at his admonishment.
"Good. Would you like some clothes?"
"You just told me to undress and now you want me to dress?"
"I like you," he said, smirking. "I'm Bastion. What's your name?"
"Solace," she said. "My name is Solace."
"A pleasure making your acquaintance," the Demon King said with a flourish and a bow. "I am beginning to think this will be very fun."
Solace didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't think it was anything good. In fact, she was rather sure it wasn't.
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You can find the rest of this story here: The Monster Within: Elemental Love (The Complete Series)
Sample (Spice)
Please enjoy this sample from Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast, a fairytale re-imagining, by Cerys du Lys
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Michael pulled Danya through the woods behind his family's estate. "Come on, Danya! Hurry, hurry up."
She rolled her eyes and laughed while they rushed through the forest in the dark of night. "Where are we going?"
"It's a place. It's back here. You'll love it."
She had no doubt in her mind that he meant to seduce her. Not only was he drunk from his family's party, but whenever he looked at her he had a hard time staring at anything but her breasts. He stopped now and did just that, his head teetering on his neck as the stink of alcohol from his breath washed over her. He leered at her chest, smirking.
"This can't be it," she said. "This isn't anywhere! It's the middle of the woods."
"Danya," he said, releasing her hand and turning to face her. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" she asked, acting coy.
"There's rumors, you know, in town? Your father always says it, too. When he's away and your sisters are busy, the days you watch his shop are always the ones he makes the most money."
"I'm good at sales?" she offered.
"Good at sales, or good at fucking in the backroom?"
She slapped him across the face, but not hard, nowhere near enough to hurt. He didn't move away from her. In fact, he moved closer, his eyes looking into hers and his lips inching towards her own. It was, perhaps, the first time he'd looked at her face all night.
"Come on," he said. "I won't tell anyone. Just give me a sample or something? Maybe I'll come by the shop one day when you're watching it and pay for your full services. What do you think?"
She sighed. So, perhaps she'd fucked one of the errand boys in the back of her father's shop. What was she supposed to do? The man needed money or he wouldn't deliver the goods her father had ordered, and her father hadn't left her anything to pay him with. Her father was like that now, ever since he'd lost a majority of his fortune because of a mishap with cargo ships a long time ago; always promising to repay people and pay his bills and this and that, but he never had the money.
And she'd given one man a blowjob when he said he needed extra incentive to purchase one of their exquisite lamps. But he tipped really well and paid at least double what it was worth. Danya pocketed some of the coin and paid their landlady discretely so she would give them a little more time before throwing them out on the street. Her father was perpetually behind on the rent.
Everything else was her own doing, though! Or, more like she didn't do anything sexual to make the money. Maybe she flirted, flaunted her body, gave some of the women tips on how to heat up their sex lives, but that was it. Mostly that was it. She couldn't remember everything now, but she didn't sleep with the customers too often. And when she did she rarely enjoyed it much. It was business, another aspect of it, and if her father couldn't keep their finances in check then she didn't want to suffer for it. This was as good a way to solidify her stability as any, right?
Michael loomed over her, pressing her against the rough bark of a tall pine tree. He put a clumsy hand on one of her breasts, squeezing it through the sheer fabric of her sundress. Pressing close to her, he rubbed his crotch against hers.
All in all, it wasn't very exciting, but what was she going to do? She was a little drunk herself, though not too much, and was stuck in the middle of the woods with him. She'd hoped he wanted to talk to her about something, maybe dreams and how his family could help hers with their troubles. Something nice, possibly romantic, or at least pleasant. Michael did have one of the richest families in Belfast, and his father was known as a considerate gentleman.
Michael, as far as this was going right now, was not as proper as that. He fondled her breast while he searched deeper and lower for something else to occupy his other hand. Right now he had a grasp on the tree behind him, but when he focused through his drunken state she had no doubts he'd find her dress and pull it up and go searching beneath her panties. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking.
"Michael," she said, trying to sound soft and seductive. "Michael, stop for a moment."
He stopped with his mouth, but not with his hands. "I want to fuck you so bad, Danya."
"I know, I know, but—"
He grew tired of groping her through her dress and wrenched the top of it down so he could see her bare skin. Her firm, large breasts wobbled and swayed in the open air.
"Fuck, you've got a nice pair," he said. To add to his comment, he pinched one of her nipples.
"Michael, look. I'll give you a handjob, alright? How about that?"
Before she could say more, he had his pants unbuckled and lowered past his knees. His throbbing erection bounced to attention in front of her. Drunk, she thought, but not too drunk to stay hard or want to get laid.
She knelt in front of him and cupped his balls in her hand. He glanced down at her and bent over, grabbing for one of her breasts. If she wanted to stop this she needed to go fast. And, anyways, maybe he'd talk to her afterwards about her family's issues? Maybe this was like negotiations? Not the kind she really wanted, but whatever worked, right?
She spit on her hand, foregoing ladylike etiquette, and grabbed the base of his cock. With one hand she squeezed his balls and with the other she stroked him. Slow at first, to spread her makeshift lubrication, but then she went faster. Michael groaned, barely able to stand. If it weren't for the tree at her back and his hands braced against it for balance, she thought he would have fallen as soon as she first grabbed him.
...
That smell! The smell of rutting beasts! Of animals fucking on the ground with wild abandon without a care in the world. Oh, he knew that smell. He knew it so well it hurt. It always made him... what was the word? He hardly spoke to others now, so sometimes the more difficult words eluded him. Not sick, no. Angry? Not that, either. Upset. Yes, a little. Something more, too, though.
He looked up and saw a sliver of the moon. A guttural howl escaped from his throat and echoed through the thick f
orest air.
He wanted to find the source of the smell. One part of it, the male's musk, he was indifferent to, but the female had a sweet, undeniably delicate aroma. His cock, long past the point of arousal and now blazingly hard and exuding strong heat, bobbed in the air as he ran fast through the woods to find the mating pair.
...
Michael was a tough sell. Like some customers she knew, he wanted more and more. Not satisfied with her handjob, he grabbed her ponytail, yanked her off the ground, spun her around, and pressed her against the pine tree. She yelped in surprise, confused at first and unable to see anything in the darkness of night. Her breasts spread outwards, wrapping around the tree as if she were embracing it with her chest, and the rough bark grated against her skin.
Michael kept a tight hold on her ponytail while he grabbed blindly for the skirt of her sundress, managing to catch the hem in his fingers. Pulling it up hard so her rear was exposed, he then searched for her panties. It didn't take long before he shoved them aside. Lumbering around like some massive beast, he stomped towards her and pressed his cockhead against her ass. He pushed forward, intent on entering her, but went for the wrong entrance.
"Michael, that's my butt!" she shrieked.
Before he could understand what she said (because she expected he wouldn't care where he stuck his cock, as long as he got it in her), she reached back and guided him towards her pussy. Maybe she hadn't expected the night to go like this, but it was happening now so she figured she'd make the best of it.
Michael pushed into her, separating her folds and spreading her wide with his cock. The spit-lube from her failed handjob assisted him in stuffing himself deep inside of her, where he immediately leaned against her as if he were dreadfully tired.
"Fuck me," she whispered, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. "Come on, Michael. Fuck me."
