Sex Stories

Warning: This story contains beastiality, blood, and tentacles. This is not for everyone, read it at your own risk, but you have been warned. This forest is the backdrop to another story I've created and never posted, that was slightly less sexual, though it's almost hard to make it less sexual, but it was.

FANTASY


The Forest

In the town of Greenathlian, a place ruled by demons and darkness, none of the humans dare go out at night. One darkness falls the humans are indoors and hidden. There were rumors of death and destruction, and though the new generation of teens had never seen it before, they feared it. However, the problem was they did not fear it like they should have. They feared it like a teenager fears an authority figure. Someone that should be listened to and abided by, but rules were meant to be broken. This rule was one of them.

On the particular night of this particular story four teenagers escaped after dark and went into the forest that surrounded the entire town. Two boys and two girls went racing through the forest, three hearts beating with lust and adrenaline, another simply fighting the trepidation and fear that went through her.

“We should not be going in here,” Monica hissed, the boys practically dragging her deeper and deeper into the woods while Marilyn walked ahead of them. Marilyn and Monica were stark opposites, and because of their looks were often mistaken for the opposite personality. Monica was dark haired and dark eyed with a full beautiful figure men would die over and a face of lustful fantasies and seduction. Marilyn was an innocently looking blonde with bright blue eyes and pouty lips and too slender of a figure for the things she did at night with all of the boys she could.

“Come on, Monica, don’t be such a whiner,” Marilyn hissed. “We might find something more interesting to try out tonight.”

“I’m not good enough for you, love?” Jacob asked, stepping forward with his hands on his hips while Gregg continued to pull Monica forward through the forest.

“Of course you are,” Marilyn lied through smiling lips. “I just want to see what kind of taste I can get of the supernatural.”

“So we aren’t out here to prove that the demons are not dangerous?” Monica asked, her fear taking a hold on her spine and causing her feet to drag into the earth below her. “We are here so you can taste something that is supposed to be deadly?”

Marilyn turned to her best friend, her blonde hair falling over her eyes. “I hear the demons love a virgin, and they will suspect me to be one,” she answered. “I will lure them out and have a taste, while you can runaway, or do something a bit adventurous yourself. It matters little to me.”

“Then why did I have to come along?” Monica argued. “If you are using yourself as bait, why bring me?”

“In case they can smell virginity, like a dog,” Marilyn said. “If they can smell it your innocent blood will bring them to us.”

“I am not sure if dogs can smell virginity,” Gregg pointed out, still dragging poor Monica along beside him. She was giving him the most perturbed look which he was ignoring magnificently.

Marilyn continued to trod forward with delight, Jacob following slightly behind her. Gregg and Monica began to lose sight of them in the woods and suddenly the forest seemed to be even more overwhelming than it had been before.

“Gregg,” Monica began to plead, “please, let’s turn back. I’m afraid to go any further.”

“It’s better if we stick with them,” Gregg pointed out. His voice trembled slightly with the same fear that Monica was consumed with. “It’s better to be in a group.”

“Gregg,” Monica continued to plead, “we can’t even see them anymore.”

The sound of the wind rustling through the trees caused them both to jump and cling to one another. Monica’s nails dug into Gregg’s arms, his fingers bruising hers as he squeezed tightly. They looked all around them for any type of sign of life, but they saw none. Not even their friends.

“Jacob!” Gregg screamed into the trees, hoping to gather his friend’s attention. “Jacob, where are you?”

“Don’t scream,” Monica hissed. “They will hear you.”

“Who will?” Gregg asked. “If there was anything out here we would have seen it by now.”

It was the perfect moment for a cliché, but perhaps it was the moment the demons themselves were waiting for. In a small patch of moonlight in front of them something dark and very wolf-like moved with a speed that rivaled that of three horses. It did not move towards them, only seemed to move in a circle around them before disappearing. Monica’s wobbly legs could not handle the fear. She turned, clinging to Gregg’s arm, ready to pull him along as she ran, when a scream deeper into the trees resounded off of the wood in a terrifying echo.

“Marilyn!” Gregg called wildly, forgetting Monica’s fingers dug into his arm he began to run forward. Monica ran with him out of little choice, and worry for her friend. They thrashed through the branches, the small branches slicing into their skins and giving them little wounds that stung across their arms. Monica had to lift her skirts with one hand to move any faster, only to come to a complete stop in utter horror.

Before them, on her stomach facing them, lay Marilyn, her eyes wide open in terror, her clothes in tatters around her. Above her was an overly large black wolf that had a part of him thrust so deeply inside of her she was fighting to lay still as he thrust into her. Monica felt sick; Gregg could only stare in fear as their friend was raped by a wolf that was too large to be a normal wolf.

“Help me!” Marilyn screamed to her friends, reaching out her hand for their help. The wolf behind her seemed to laugh at her distress.

“Yes, help your friend,” slithered a voice over the skin of the other two. They turned to face the voice. Gregg was wrapped up in a black cloak and shot up towards the sky, the black cloak going with him. Monica only had a small glimpse of dark hair looking up, and then something dripped down and struck her in the cheek. At first she thought it was dew from the trees, until it trailed down her cheek and slipped towards her nearly bare cleavage. It left a trail of crimson as the drip traveled down into her dress. She had to step out of the way in a hurry before a burst of blood flooded down and covered the spot she had been standing in.

The adrenaline of fear had given her a new resolve. She turned towards Marilyn and began charging towards her. She reached out her hand, ready to grasp Marilyn’s, but suddenly the wolf on top of her friend was not the only wolf. One foot short of her hand and three more wolves came to join their friend, all exceptionally large, and each one looking hard. Monica stepped back. She may have had the resolve to take on one wolf, but three wolves looking to her not as lunch, but as a sex object, had her too far in the fear to think straight. She apologized silently to her friend, turned, and began to run in the opposite direction of her friend.

She ran back through the forest, running towards where she thought was freedom. Why had they not listened to the rumors? Now Marilyn was being raped by a wolf, Gregg was most likely dead, and Jacob… she had no idea where Jacob could possibly be.

Monica tripped. She fell forward and face first into the dirt. She crumpled in pain, her knees shouting at her for not bracing herself. She looked down at her ankle to see what had tripped her and found a vine wrapped tightly around her ankle. She reached down to tear it away, but it only tightened further around her ankle. The vine was moving, as if with a mind of its own. Monica pulled at it, trying to tear it away. She was grappling desperately with it until another vine wrapped around her wrist, pulling it away from the other vine and pulling her back to lay on her back in the dirt.

Monica let out a scream, trying to pull the vines off of her, but they only seemed to further overtake her. Another vine wrapped around her other ankle and her other wrist, spreading her out over the dirt and holding her down. She screamed up to the trees, begging for freedom as the vines continued their snakley dance over her skin.

Two more vines slid over her shoulders and down into her dress, curving around the gentle bosom that quivered beneath the vines. This was when she felt they were not normal vines. They were more like the tentacles of an octopus with small little suctions on the underside of the tentacle. The suctions gripped to her skin, sucking at it and releasing, leaving red marks where they seemed to be kissing her skin. They went further down the bodice of her dress, wrapping around the nipples until the suctions found the nipples and the tips of the tentacles caressed the breast, massaging it like a hand would massage. The suctions sucked at her nipples, forcing them to grow hard against her will, and much to Monica’s dislike she liked the feeling of the small little suctions suckling her breasts the way they were. It was like hundreds of tiny mouths working at the untouched flesh, licking and caressing until she was moaning under the feel of them, her nipples reacting to the brushing effects.

Monica was so into the work of the tentacles around her breasts she did not feel her dress being lifted, or the three tentacles that were forcing their way up her legs. Her panties were halfway down her legs by the time she began to feel the same small little suctions, and she was suddenly screaming out for help once more. The suctions on her breasts were great, but harmless, these were aiming for something that would hurt much more.

The first tentacle found her clit, landing a suction atop it and pulling at it and releasing, then pulling at it, giving it a force that was soft and yet firm all at once. Her body was brought to a place it had never been before and she was dripping wet between her legs as the suctions worked their magic on her. The second tentacle began slipping up her legs, the suctions pulling at the skin of her legs before finding the small treasured opening that many men had been fighting for. To give her virginity to a tentacle seemed wrong, but there it was, slipping the head of itself around her wetness, then slowly, agonizingly slow, working itself into her pussy, filling her, stretching itself inside of her until she would not stretch anymore. This was not just anything going inside of her, the slim tentacles were growing to fit her body, pushing themselves into a new length and thickness.

The tentacle slid so far inside of her she felt it pushing against her cervix, breaking the small cherry inside of her as it continued on the move. The head hit the cervix and rubbed up and down inside of it. The pain had her blacking out for a moment, until the pleasure began to wave over her. The suctions inside of her pulled at the delicate walls of her body, teasing them as the tentacle worked itself like a cock and pushed in and out of her, throbbing inside of her.

The third, and final, tentacle wound around her leg and pushed against her ass, pushing inside of her very tight hole, forcing its way inside of her that way. She let out another scream of pain as this one, instead of taking its time, ripped its way into her and began throbbing instantly, stretching her until she would not stretch anymore and then working in and out of her.

Monica was covered in tentacles, the tentacles holding her wrists and ankles, the ones wrapped around her breasts, and the three that worked her most private of areas, throbbing and pushing in and out of her. The noise of her screams and moans began to attract other creatures of the darkness and the three wolves she had left behind found her there, held to the ground by the tentacles. The wolves watched for a bit, watching the tentacles rape her, taking advantage of her.

The tentacles went in and out of her pussy and ass, pushing and sliding in her, drying her up and using up all of the juices of her need. When she was feeling more pain than pleasure the one on her clit suckled harder, sliding her towards pleasure once more. Her wetness began to leak through once more, her body calling to the need of the tentacles.

The wolves became bored with just watching and began to pace forward, their teeth snapping at the tentacles, brushing against them, scaring them off of the young frightened girl. The tentacles slid away and went back towards their master that was hiding somewhere in the darkness of the shadows, watching the girl lose her innocence to the forest she had feared.

The wolves stepped forward while Monica hurried to try to push her way upwards. She pushed herself to her feet, feeling the blood dripping down her legs from the torn flesh the tentacles had left. Cum of her own and blood covered her and she was frightened.

A wolf jumped behind her and knocked her to the ground, face first once more. She let out a scream of pain and fear and tried to push herself back up only to feel her skirt being torn away by teeth. She knew what was coming next, the very same thing that had happened to Marilyn deeper in the woods. She was too frightened to move and practically gave the wolf exactly what he wanted as he positioned himself doggy-style on her back, long thick black claws digging into her skin and a hard throbbing furry cock burrowing inside of her. She cried out again as the wolf on top of her throbbed inside of her. In and out he went, pushing her to need him while the other two wolves paced, waiting their turn to take advantage of her. The wolf on top of her did not take his time with her, and suddenly she was filled with the wolf’s cum and he was sliding out of her so the second wolf could take position behind her.

The second wolf was slightly smaller, but faster at the thrust of his hips. He tore into her, going deep, filling her, but not enough, and all she could do was cry into the ground for she enjoyed the feeling as she hated it all.

The third wolf was the best, which made him the worst. He was thicker, and heavier, and seemed to wish to take more time with his victim. He pumped his hips, his cock working in and out of her. He would thrust all of the way in, and then come almost all of the way out, the head of his cock slipping against the wetness, nearly slipping out, and whenever by some chance it did she only grew wetter when he pushed himself back in.

He finished inside of her, filling her with his own cum, all three of them seeming satisfied as they laid down around her and began cleaning themselves with their tongue. Monica felt lost and once more began to push herself back up to her feet. She stared straight ahead and one minute she was staring into the woods, the next she was staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom was dressed in a black cloak.

“You…” her voice outwardly shivered with her fear. “You are the one who took Gregg.”

The cloaked figure smiled, stepping closer to the frightened girl. The wolves slowly began to slink away from the cloaked man, something in him causing fear for the wolves. That the wolves were scared did not put Monica’s trepidacious heart at ease.
“I did,” he said, moving the cloak away from his body and allowing it o fall to the ground at his feet. His neck and mouth were still covered in the red crimson of her friend’s blood. Monica took a staggering step back, but her balance was off. She began to fall back but arms caught her before she even really began to stagger. The vampire wrapped himself around her, holding her close. “I will not let more harm come to you if you can do one thing for me.”

Monica was hesitant to make any sort of agreement with a demon. “What do you wish of me?” she asked.

The vampire stepped closer. She could smell the blood of her lost friend on his breath as he leaned in. “I want you to let me to do the same to you as the tentacles have, and the wolves had.”

“If I don’t?”

“You will die, along with the rest of your friends,” the vampire smirked.

Monica knew there was only one thing left to do. She bowed her head solemnly and nodded. “Do with me what you would,” she told him, her voice resigned to more damage to her body.

The vampire pushed her back into a tree and pulled the breeches from his body. She found herself staring down not just at one cock, but at three. She wondered if this was going to be much like the tentacles, where each one was doing something different. Her question was answered as he thrust all three of them inside of her. This was worse than the tentacles, all three were fighting for domination inside of her body. While one was pumping in, another was slipping back, and the third was just jabbing in and out of her roughly, quickly, jerking her body up and down so that her breasts move with every swift thrust.

The vampire seemed pleased by this very reaction, leaning down and biting down into her neck. His fangs dug in so deeply she thought her arteries were being torn apart. The moment of pain was taken over by eternal gratification as the blood pumping from her body became an instant orgasm throughout her entire being. Her legs tightened around his waist, pushing those three cocks deeper inside of her, her hands tightened around his shoulders begging for more, and her breasts strained against his chest begging for more. She was enjoying every thrust he gave to her and the more he thrust the more she wanted. Over and over he continued to thrust inside of her, and more and more she moved her hips to meet him, to enjoy the life draining from her as he fucked her, and she did not even care. If she was going to die this was how she wanted to die.

Monica tightened one last time around him, screaming up at the sky her pleasure, then losing it all as she came and she felt herself falling into a black abyss. She closed her eyes, waiting to die, but then it never came. She opened her eyes and she was alone sitting before the tree. She had all the evidence that the night had happened, a bloodied gown, the cum and blood staining her legs, even the bite mark on her neck, but just like that it all seemed to be over.

The sun cascaded over the horizon and she wondered if it was that very touch of heaven that had scared the darkness away. She knew if she made it home in her state that she would never go out after dark again.

She began to stand, only to find Marilyn, Jacob, and Gregg supporting one another on their way out. Gregg’s throat was bloodied very badly, but it was not nearly as bad as the vampire had lead her to believe.

“You looked like you had as much fun as we did,” Jacob said, his clothing torn and the small marks of nails dragging across his body his only evidence he had also had a rough night, where Gregg was bloodied, and Marilyn was definitely limping. Monica knew she would be in the same sorry state.

Monica sighed and looked to her friends, and simply asked, “Can we go home now?”