Digressions Into Erotica

Slick with seed, the second protrusion slid up and down the parting of her buttocks, and dripped onto her back for a few fevered thrusts. The beast held her away and rammed it into her, eliciting a moan from Auronnah such as she’d never before uttered.

Her groans and cries were guttural, coming from deeper inside than she’d known was possible. Each utterance filled her throat, resounded in the air and bounded off the ring of trees that surrounded the clearing.

In a swift motion, the beast yanked himself out of her, flipped her in mid-air, and resumed his thrusting, holding her aloft with one paw beneath her back. The larger of his appendages now in Auronnah’s anus, he grunted and strained, and the smaller shaft began to swirl around inside her vagina, wiggling like a worm through the earth and finding her most receptive nooks and crannies. Rapture loosed her body, melding it to his form; juicy, riding and succumbing to his manipulations.

His serpentine tongue lashed out, impossibly long, and wound around her breasts. It squirmed at her nipples, snaked down her belly, left a snail’s trail of wetness in its wake.

When the heated muscle touched against her clitoris, the sweet sizzle was excruciating, and Auronnah screamed in ecstasy, bucking, legs and arms flailing, head thrashing back and forth.

The beast snarled and held tight to her torso, his talons mere fractions from rending the flesh below her rib cage. He strained into her, impaled her on his dual shafts until he let loose a guttural howl. It shook the meadow, rippled the water of the stream, and bent the trees away.

***

His seed planted and his hunger assuaged, the creature released the limp form andwatched her collapse in a heap on the dewy ground. The grass was slick with hissecretions, pooling in the patches of bare earth and seeping into the soil. Shewhimpered, but did not stir.

Spent as he had into her, his power felt renewed, glaring inside him, brilliant.

Overwhelmed, he howled again. He lumbered on all fours into the woods, slashed hismark against the sides of the trees with great arcs of his claws, and passed into thedarkness.

***

Auronnah woke to the tinkling of the brook only a few feet from her head, and dragged herself to the edge to wet her arid throat. The water was icy and sharp against her tongue, cutting through the thickness in her mouth and reviving her senses. She angled her body over the bank and rolled into the water, letting the current carry away the creature’s residue.

It had been more than she’d bargained for, to be certain, but she wouldn’t pretend to regret her actions. She giggled to herself and cast a hasty muzzle spell across his luminescent trail only just dissipating into the pre-dawn shadows.

Too drained, she hadn’t the strength to cast far enough. The magic fell limp against the forest floor and faded back into her conscience. She would rest, she reasoned, and rose to gather her tattered garments from the grass. Yes. She would rest a bit and return in the morning.

Her limbs were like rags, and she stumbled back to the cottage, a faint, sated smile dancing in her eyes. She pulled herself together long enough to slip through the rear door and pad silently to her room, where she sunk gratefully into her down-filled mattress. Just as she pulled her covers up around her shoulders, a spark ignited in the corner, and Auronnah paled at the sight of her Mistress stepping out of the shadows, brightening the room with a light cast above her open palm.

“That is no soothing I smell. You reek of your mischief,” Celeste said, her face drawn and cold, eyes flashing disappointment, concern, and anger. “Come. Let us undo this evil you’ve laid on our doorstep. I’ve eluded the darkness too long to perish of a young girl’s foolishness!” Celeste threw her hands out before her, and the lamps and candles throughout the house ignited with a whoosh.

“By the Goddess, child! Have you retained nothing I’ve taught you?” She looked back, but continued on, fully expecting Auronnah to follow, which of course, she did.

***

The creature slept until his sluggishness gave way to another, baser hunger, and hesnarled his need. Tendrils of saliva dripped from his ragged maw. He roused himselfand followed once again the scent of his earlier prey.

***

Celeste pulled several books from the shelves and frantically paged through them while muttering under her breath. “Of all the… where in the world… Ugh! Where is that volume, child?”

Auronnah sighed heavily and produced the book from beneath her robes. Celeste snatched it and flipped it open, one hand gliding along the words, the other flailing at the bottles on a nearby shelf. She dashed and pinched and poured. Incantations flew from her lips.

But all too soon, the walls of the cottage shook with an unearthly booming. The discordance rattled the windows until they imploded into a rain of glass shards. The women shielded their faces and ran to the front of the house. Just as they reached the foyer, the door blew off its hinges, and a dark, seething figure filled the frame.

Auronnah fell to the floor in her haste to reverse direction. She cowered behind the soothing table, watching as Celeste drew herself to her full height and sketched figures in the air.

“You are not welcome here! Return to the night! I bind you from entering! Return to the night!” The spell swirled around Celeste, catching her robes in an updraft as it solidified before the beast. “You are not welcome here! Return to the night!” The creature stepped forward into Auronnah’s line of vision, and she shrank further under the table. He was horror incarnate: great, gnashing jaws filled with row upon row of needle sharp teeth, black eyes this size of a man’s hand, matted fur that did nothing to disguise the massive muscles beneath. Ape-like arms ended in cruel black talons, which scattered splinters in their wake while dragging across the cottage floor.

The creature swatted at the magic. The spell shattered like the windows had done only moments before. With a vicious swipe, he slashed Celeste’s torso open. She fell to her knees and her innards spilled across the floor.

One stride brought him to Celeste’s crumpled figure. Auronnah shielded her eyes, but couldn’t block out the slurping and crunching sounds.

When all was silent, she peeked over her forearm. The beast sat upon on his haunches, bathing himself as a cat might, licking paws and rubbing the fur around his muzzle. His eyes rose to meet hers. He huffed and drew nearer. Paralyzed, unable to recall the simplest of spells, Auronnah squeezed her eyes shut and awaited her fate.

The creature’s wet muzzle nudged her body, sniffed and salivated. He licked her chin and growled in the back of his throat. He snatched Auronnah up in one paw, talons now puncturing the soft flesh of her sides. She cried out, expecting the crunch of his jaws on her midsection. Instead, he held her aloft, her body sagging like a rag doll, and impaled her with the larger of his penises.

He pummeled into her, stretching her insides painfully. The attack jerked her up and down. He grunted and growled, and she yelped and cried for mercy.

He sank onto his knees, leaned back and used both giant paws to plunge her onto himself, again and again. Auronnah’s teeth clattered together with each jarring impact.

His second penis joined the first, pried its way inside her vagina as the beast increased the pressure and speed.

His climax was torrential. The searing liquid gushed out of her and washed down her flailing legs, splattered everything around them in pink droplets of his semen and her blood.

Just as Auronnah wondered if it would ever end, he filled her with a final thrust, then tossed her to the floor, where she lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing into the rug. The beast grunted as though laughing and lumbered out the