Bestial Lust A True History
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Introduction: The true story of my encounters with beastkind. (N.B. This is a true story. As such it wont be written in the adjective-rich style of erotica, but more in a narrative sense. Also, I obviously dont remember all of these events in exact detail. All of what is written is factual, but where I dont remember every single thought I had or every single movement I made, I filled in the suitable information as best I could.)
I dont know exactly when it was that I began to have an interest in bestiality. I never knew it was called that, or even that there were other people who practised it, when I became aware of it in myself. Just as I do not know when, I do not know why. I have been interested in dogs as sexual partners from a young age, but contrariwise, I was more of a cat person. I have no reason to believe that I had any kind of sexual encounters when I was young, whether from animals or humans, so that rules out sexual abuse. Perhaps it is only because while I am not a very sexual person, I have always been sexually aware, having genuine interest in the opposite sex since the tender age of 5. Perhaps my sexual frustration was projected onto my canine friends&hellip, who knows?
The first dog I ever knew was a bitch named Minnie, an Airedale, and the family dog. She was already getting old by the time I was born, and died when I was five or six years old. I never had any sexual experiences with her, and I hardly even remember her, but I sense that it may be how it all started for me. For one thing, my father, normally so strict and fearsome, loved Minnie with all his heart. The only time I have ever seen my father cry was when Minnie had to be put down, a result of illness from her old age. It only occurred to me a few years ago that perhaps my fathers love for her ran deeper than what is considered normal adoration for a pet. I still dont know if this thought disturbs me or reassures me. This could explain my own orientation.
Within a year or so of Minnies death, my parents brought home a kitten, a purebred of Oriental descent, and named her Coco. When I was around 8 years old, I (to my shame) tried to gently persuade Coco to lick my pussy, but to no avail. Instead I took some Q-tips and inserted them into her little hole to see how she would react. She seemed nonplussed by this, and I desisted because she didnt react the way I was hoping, and anyway, I felt bad for doing so.
On that note, now is probably the time to mention that while I believe that animals can have vastly differing personalities, just like humans which most people believe I also believe that animals can have a deeper understanding of things, an almost humanlike quality to them. I dont know quite how to explain this properly without sounding idiotic or irrational, but anyone who has a deep love for animals, sexual or non-sexual, should understand what I mean. I could never use an animal just for its body, and indeed I find the pornography in which girls use dogs like little more than living dildos repulsive and anathematic for that very reason. Just as I would feel ashamed for fucking someone I hardly knew, I would feel ashamed for fucking an animal without getting to know it first.
Maybe a year later I had a sleepover at a friends house. She had a lovely pet Staffy who was friendly and playful. At night when we were sitting around watching movies, her Staffy (whose name I dont remember) charged into the room with his red cock fully erect. Being all of us young, we squealed and laughed and said how gross it was, and pushed him away. When everyone was asleep that night, I gave him a hand job.
When I was ten or so, two things happened. First of all, my family got another dog: a White Shepherd rescued from an animal shelter. He wasnt de-sexed, had no name, and we were unsure as to how old he was. We named him Merlin. The second thing that happened is that I started horse riding, and with it came a deep and intense love for horses. At that time the closest I had ever come to sexual contact with a horse was handling a horses cock not sexually, I was cleaning his genitals. The only time anything sexual occurred to me around horses was when, on a long trail ride, a seam of my jeans was pressing into my clit. I was surreptitiously grinding myself on the saddle for about 10 minutes but didnt manage to come.
I continued horse riding for three or four years. During that time, when I was about 12, I chanced upon my first mention of bestiality while checking my email. There it was, sitting in my junk folder: Horny teen farm girl fucks a horse with a 12 inch cock! I wondered if that was possible. Then I started thinking about the sizes of all the horse cocks Id seen. Id never really noticed them before, apart from the occasional immature and embarrassed titter when one of the geldings would random get an erection. I opened the email and stared at the pictures of girls with these enormous dicks filling up their holes, and almost immediately my hand went down to rub myself. Being twelve I was of course a virgin. Id sometimes fingered or teased myself absently, but I never came. Staring at those girls, their faces twisted in ecstasy, and the beautiful, long cocks thrusting into them, I was jealous and insanely turned on. Rubbing my clit didnt help, it never felt good enough to bring me to climax, and I needed some way to relieve all that young sexual tension.
Thats how I remembered that when I was much younger, my sister and I used to shower together. One time we were in the bathroom alone, and I stood outside the shower door watching as my sister lay on the floor of the shower with her legs spread, letting the water droplets splash over her legs, belly and puss. It feels good, she had said, and with that I rushed off to the shower. But lying on the hard tiles, with only a few light drops sprinkling my clit, only served to tease and frustrate me further. So I decided to go one step up. The bathtubs sides squeaked horribly as I settled myself into position: propped up by one side of the tub with my ass under the faucet and my legs spread wide. The water gushing straight onto my clit felt amazing. I lay there fantasizing about being fucked by a horse, and came within minutes. The orgasm was so intense that I could feel liquid gushing out of me I thought I had voided my bladder but I would later learn this was not the case. Thus began my long love affair with the bathtub. Funnily enough, though, I never even connected wanting to be fucked by huge horse cocks with the actual horses that I knew and loved.
When I was 12, in the summer holidays between primary school and high school, I stayed at my friends house for about a week or so. She had a little fox-terrier cross called Jack who I was fascinated with. I followed him around her house, always tickling and playing with him. A few times I was alone with him, and when he rolled over so I could scratch his belly I would tentatively reach for his sheath. He never shied from the contact, but I never did get to touch his cock because there was always somebody around, or the threat of someone seeing what I was doing. There was one time when my friend and I took Jack to her neighbours house. While my friend stood chatting with her neighbour I followed Jack around as he kept trying unsuccessfully to mate with the resident cat. My friend told me to Leave them alone, dont watch, its gross, but I was turned on every time Jack leapt onto the cat and started thrusting manically. Even more turned on when the cat stood patiently accepting it. I think thats when it began to occur to me that I wanted to be fucked by a dog.
After school one day, at the age of 13, I was home alone with Merlin. I was on the computer in the family room and he was curled up in a corner licking his privates. On impulse I typed the words, dog dick into a search. I didnt expect the likes of anything that came up, the most I had hoped for was a picture of a dogs cock or two, or at the very most, two dogs mating. To my surprise and delight I was met with thousands of results, and many including pictures of girls slobbering over shiny red cocks. I surfed through them for a while, getting what free kicks I could from the paysites, and getting more and more aroused. Then I went and masturbated. It was the first time I had multiple orgasms.
The next day after school, in the hour and a half between the time I came home and my sister came home, I played with Merlin. Nothing heavy or sexual at first, the usual wrestling, hugging, tickling and tug of war. As I scratched and petted Merlin I gradually moved my hands to his belly. Obligingly he rolled onto his back for me, and I slowed my movements and instead began to gently stroke his fur, moving slowly towards his sheath. Good boy, I murmured as my fingers moved closer and my heart sped up. He kicked his legs happily, not at all displeased, and soon enough I was softly moving my fingers across his sheath and cupping his balls. The red tip of his penis slid out of his sheath, gleaming wetly. My panties were damp by this time and my cunt was throbbing urgently. Then I made the mistake of touching his naked cock. My friends Staffy, who I had jacked off years earlier, had not minded the direct contact.
Anyway, even though I did so as gently as possible, Merlin jumped up and sprang away, his cock disappearing back into its sheath. Disappointed, and having learned my lesson, I hugged him in apology and started all over again. This time, when his cock emerged from its sheath, I made sure my hands went nowhere near it. I fondled his balls and used his sheath to masturbate him. As I watched his cock jerk and quiver, and short spurts of watery fluid spray out, I was so turned on that a single touch would have undone me. As it was, even that was not required. After three minutes or so, a huge bulb grew at the base of Merlins dick and swelled: bigger, bigger, bigger&hellip, he froze, then whimpered, and I came just from watching as the last of his cum, thick now and white, came shooting out.
By then it was only ten minutes or so until my sister was due to be home. I hugged Merlin and kissed all over his face, then hurried to clean up the cum on the floor. When my sister came home I was sitting innocently in front of the computer, and Merlin was again in his corner cleaning his dick with his tongue.
About a week later my sister had some kind of parent-teacher night at her school. Both my parents were meant to attend, and they wanted me to come as well, but I faked a minor illness, saying I was tired and would sleep while they were gone. Of course I did no such thing. As soon as they were gone I sprang out of bed and called Merlin inside and into my room. Already I was aroused by thoughts of what would happen, if everything went to plan.
Merlin came in eagerly and jumped up on my bed to lick my face. I hugged and petted him and we played for a while, which eventually turned into me fondling his cock, something wed done together two or three times since that first day. This time when his cock was fully emerged from his sheath, I let go instead of masturbating him. Merlin rolled over and stood up, whining, and started thrusting his hips into the air, a few drops of cum flying. I got off my bed and hurriedly stripped off my clothes before sitting back down beside him and stroking his fur. Then I spread my legs and softly invited him to lick my pussy. Merlin whined a few more times and then bent and licked at his cock. I took his collar and guided his head towards my pussy. He started sniffing enthusiastically, his cold nose bumping into my cunt and thighs making me shiver. But no licking.
I pushed him off the bed and sat on the edge with my legs spread as far as they could go. This time, I got lucky. He eagerly began to lap away at my pussy. I had never been eaten out before and it was absolute heaven. It was a few years more before I realised that man can never quite hope to match a dogs tongue in length or dexterity. I came within two minutes. Even after my orgasms subsided he kept at it eagerly and I had to push his head away and hold it so I could recover my breath.
Eventually I let go of his head. His beautiful cock was still fully erect and out of its sheath, and he had started to thrust his hips again. I was already aroused once more, and I tried to get Merlin into position by patting the bed at my sides. Up, boy! Up! I took his front paws and tried to guide him, but in his excitement he was thrusting every which way and couldnt hold the awkward two-legged position long enough to penetrate me. So I got down on all fours.
He mounted me easily, but his big paws rested awkwardly over my shoulders and neck, and scratched me. He was still thrusting wildly, and I tried to get one hand back behind me so I could position him at the right angle. His cock slipped past my hand a few times and I felt it jabbing my ass and thighs, and then a great pain as it rammed home. I remember it hurt a lot at first but the pain went away quickly. I was about to come when Merlin suddenly slid out of me, then came around to lick my face. Up, boy, up! Come on! I urged him, and he mounted again, still with his forelegs over my shoulders. In a few seconds he was inside me again. He began to pound me mercilessly into me and I could feel every inch of his cock inside me and his great weight pressing down on me. His cock was hot, temperature wise, and that only added to the pleasure, likewise when his fur-covered balls banged into my clit. Within a minute I was shaking with the intensity of multiple orgasms, and the floor was spattered with what I thought was his cum but later, from the scent, turned out to be mine. Remember when I thought Id pissed after coming, that time in the bathtub? That night was when I discovered it wasnt actually piss, and when I looked it up on the internet I discovered all about the phenomena of female ejaculation.
Back to Merlin and I I had forgotten about the knot, the bulb that grows at the base of a dogs cock when they mate, and of course I had never experienced it for myself, only seen it in the photos on the Internet. When I felt Merlins cock curiously swelling inside me, I remembered the pictures Id seen and panicked. I started to struggle and try and throw his weight off me before we became tied. I managed to throw Merlin slightly off balance, and his dick slipped out of me and faltered for a moment. But his paws had come off my shoulders his forelegs slid back, gripped me around the thighs and his cock slammed into me with new intensity, knot and all. Then he stopped thrusting and instead gave a series of little jerks. At the same time I felt his knot grow even more, and to my surprise it didnt hurt. It felt amazing, stretching me out, and I could feel its throbbing vibrate through all my pussy and mostly, my clit. I came again after a few seconds, and after ten minutes or so Merlins knot slipped out of me and I hugged him in thanks. He went to go and clean up his dick, and I ran to clean the floor before my parents came home.
Merlin and I repeated the above activities, and many more, many times for several years. He was a fairly old dog when we got him, though, and he died when I was seventeen. I will always miss him, not just for the sex but for being a loving pet and companion. He was my first animal love and the one I lost my virginity to. It was only later when I started training other dogs that I realised Merlin was an old hand at sex with a human. I can only be grateful to whomever owned Merlin before my family, not only for the training they gave him but for giving him away so I could come to love him as my own.
Before I continue I want to clear some things up about dog sex and the things people seem to write about it. Ive read stories, not only on this site but others, where people say that as the dog came inside them they could feel the cum shooting into them. Maybe its just me, or else the dogs Ive had as partners, but Ive never once felt anything of the sort. Another thing people seem to like writing about is how their dog thrust so deep into them that the first inch or so of their cock entered their cervix, and they screamed and moaned in ecstasy, etc. etc. ad infinitum. Let me tell you that this is just not possible. Firstly because, unless you are for whatever reason fucking a dog within hours of giving birth, your cervix is only about a quarter of the width of your vagina, not large enough to accommodate a dog dick as it does not stretch like the vagina does. Secondly, if you have ever experienced being fucked by a larger-than-average cock, you may have felt it banging against your cervix during sex. Therefore you would know that if something ever forcefully entered your cervix, you would be screaming in agony, not ecstasy.
Briefly I want to recount another episode in my life. When I was older I went back to horse riding, at a different place this time, a place that was more ordered and professional (the first place I went to when I was a young teenager didnt have stables, only corrals, and the tack was old and dusty and kept in two big shipping containers. Not to mention the horses were somewhat underfed, and most of them were old, flea-bitten and tired-looking). There were about thirty horses there all up, most of them purebred, as well as some young colts and fillies and some ex-racehorses. I started a relationship with two young horses, one a strawberry roan filly who had just been weaned, the other a two-year-old bay stallion. I helped to raise them and developed strong bonds with each of them, which at first was non-sexual but soon became otherwise.
I was brushing down the filly, Maya, one day, when she was about 14 months old, when she started displaying to me signs of sexual arousal, the most notable the raising of her tail to display her genitals. I ignored it but by the time I was brushing down her hindquarters she had started turning to expose herself more, and started rubbing up against me. To put a long story short, I ended up with my hand in her cunt, which Maya enjoyed. After Id satisfactorily pleasured her and finished brushing her down, I moved on to my favourite boy, the bay two-year-old, Beau.
I guess those of you who are into horses know what happens when a stallion picks up the scent of a mares cunt. Beau was restless, butting his head into me and nibbling my clothes, and soon enough the entire length of his cock had come out of his sheath and he was slapping it against his belly, which is how a horse masturbates. I was slightly turned on. Beau was a beautiful specimen of horseflesh and here he was wanting to fuck me. But of course, it being the middle of the day, I could do no such thing.
A few days after I returned to the stables, this time at night, using the hidden spare key to unlock the main door and let myself in. All the horses were nestled in their stalls sleepily. I went to Beaus stall and let myself in with him. He pricked up his ears and started nuzzling me again. I fed him an apple and started stroking him all over, including under his belly, but while he enjoyed the attention I didnt see hide nor hair of his cock. I let myself out of his stall and went to Maya, who was all but asleep. She also enjoyed the attention and the petting I gave her, and didnt mind at all as I slipped my hand under her tail and probed into her so my hand would be covered with her scent.
I went back to Beaus stall and rubbed my hand over the stallions nose. Almost immediately his cock slid out to its full length, about two feet long and patched dark brown and pink. I worked my way over his body, stroking and talking to him, and soon enough came to his dick. He was slapping his cock against his belly again, but stopped as I tentatively started touching it, seeing what he responded to and did or didnt like. Eventually I rid myself of everything below the waist and started working his cock again, wondering how I was supposed to achieve sex with a horse. Obviously I didnt want his weight on me, and though I could have dragged over an empty grain barrel to lie on I didnt fancy the awkward position, especially if I needed to get his cock out of me in a hurry.
Eventually I just stood at his side and bent over at a slight angle, my head facing away from his hindquarters. I held onto one of his front legs to support myself and with the other hand reached behind me and gently guided his cock into my pussy.
It slid in easily. I could nowhere near take the full length of it, and stopped when it was about four inches in. Luckily enough too, because as soon as he felt it he gave a massive thrust that nearly knocked me over. Fortunately, I suppose, he couldnt thrust very well on all fours, and he didnt try to rear up and mount me or anything of the sort. I had to work myself back and forth on his dick and every so often hed give as big a thrust as he could manage.
Seeing as he was fully erect it didnt take long for him to come inside me and step back. His cock slid out, a good eight inches of it, and with it a veritable river of cum. I was surprised to see the tip of his cock had ballooned into a huge fist-sized bulb. Id had my fare share of fisting in my time otherwise I could have potentially been in large amounts of pain. I hadnt orgasmed from the encounter but I was happy enough just to have fucked my lovely Beau.
Since then Ive enjoyed sex with Beau the stallion on a regular basis, as well as each of my two dogs. This brings me to the end of my story so far. Hopefully in future Ill have more bestial encounters to write about.
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~~Beatrice~~ She had to get something to eat first, then she’d show Julias. She’d show up and beat the undead shit out of that piece of shit, stupid shit fuck. Eat first though, definitely. She was drained and tired from shadowing the trio, and there was no way she was going to confront big bad ancillae Julias without a stomach full of blood. She’d tried feeding on some people gently lately, using the darkness and her strength to her advantage. It had worked well enough, and she’d had more...
~~Julias~~ A taxi would not do, not for this. Perhaps it was too ridiculous, too absurd, or just too over-the-top, but Julias took great delight in the magnificent limousine they were in. Other Kindred would arrive in their usual ways, but the Prince expected a certain level of presentation for her ball, and Julias got that. There was something beautifully innocent in the mindless indulgence of expensive vice, jewelry, and wearing someone on your arm. Jack was in the limousine with him,...
~~Natasha~~ She stood there in front of Sándor, frowning, arms folded across her chest, and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Antoinette stood beside her. A thrall was busy cleaning of the prisoner’s body; it was a human body after all, and it did things human bodies did. Pooping, peeing, all the nasty realities of trying to keep a dangerous person prisoner. The horror stories prisoners of war shared were never fun reads. “Still unresponsive,” Antoinette said, sighing. “The mark on his...
~~Jack~~ Her. It was her. No doubt about it. As if someone popped a balloon in his face, snapping out of his memory to the present was loud and painful. That was Susanna’s childe, and Jack’s great grandsire. “In the name of peace,” Antoinette continued, “these three hunters were invited to the ball to be shown that Dolareido, my city, is not as devolved as other cities with a Kindred presence. We are better than our baser desires.” She adopted an evil smile, and looked back to the hunters....
I have been teaching history at a local community college for several years and while I had always heard rumors of professors hooking up with students, usually at the student's request, in order to get a passing grade, I had never even had so much as a flirtatious wink even thrown at me.A while back, that all changed.Regina was a college freshman, a very attractive young black student at a mostly all-white college campus, which made her stand out. I noticed very quickly that Regina had a lot...
College Sex"John Luck always had a fascination in history, he adored old war films and reading a bunch of quite dull historical pieces on people's interpretations of history. However John despite his best efforts was never able to put such affection for the subject into any real career path instead choosing to write remarkable terrible alternate history novels. If that was not bad enough these works of self-proclaimed art often delved into being soft-core (or sometimes just outright) pornography. This...
I was 15 years of age when I first met Mr Allen. He taught me History at secondary school and I fancied him so much. Apart from being a very good teacher, He came across as being a really nice person and thought he was good looking too. This was his first teaching post and was 28 years old. I would do anything to spend some time with him. This would usually involve pretending I found the History homework too difficult and required some help from him. I found the work pretty easy, but this was...
First TimeChapter 15: Angelic Lusts by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Damien D'Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire's throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust's office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien's blackened soul. His wife's every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart....
Introduction: An 18-y-o virgin has sex with a studly dog! Barbie Lez awoke with the worst headache of her life. In fact, it was the worst headache in the history of headaches. But the first thing the eighteen-year-old noticed was not her pounding head or the suns hot rays on her skin. It was something long and slimy slithering across her face. Normally, she would have jumped to her feet, ready to fight for dear life. But every muscle in her body was sore. She immediately began wondering what...
~~Jack~~ It only took a small nod to the bouncer for Jack to get in. Just a week ago, he wouldn’t have dared dream of it, but Invictus connections were endless – larger than just Xnomina - so now here he was, stepping into throbbing music and pulsing lights. The air smelled of sweat, body’s grinding against each other with the beat, and enough skin was exposed to make his heart race. Or at least, it would have if it still beat; the fact it didn’t never stopped unsettling him. Everything was...
~~Beatrice~~ Climbing down into the cavern was getting easier. But no matter how good she was getting at it, if the clouds decided to cover the night sky, the obsidian shadow below her was an easy way to get some broken, mangled limbs. God damn the canyon was a bitch, with no good footing anywhere, and enough jagged rocks to kill any kine who fell down, guaranteed. But she was familiar with it now, knew where the good rocks for grabbing were, knew where to put her weight into a crevice to...
~~Jack~~ Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn’t get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean when they mentioned ‘who the monster speaks with ... the trail to their goal.’ Azamel? Were they talking about Azamel? If they were, how...
~~Jack~~ “Oh my god,” Jack said. “Oh ... dear Lord,” Damien said. “Now arriving, Mister Jack Terry, of the Invictus, and champion this evening. With him, Mister Damien Burksen, of the ... Lancea et Sanctum, and champion’s guard,” the ghoul in the tuxedo beside them called out. The crowd turned to them, clapped for a few moments, nodded their hands, and resumed socializing. Somewhere along the line, Antoinette’s invite to the ball, which had included a ‘some skin but not too much’ message,...
~~Jack~~ “So you let Tilly go?” Elaine asked, chuckling as she stepped in past the door. They were in his mansion, and Mulder and Scully sat on his shoulders, eying the much, much older vampire. Idly, Jack noticed that neither of the birds crapped anymore. They’d always been smart enough to not do that in the mansion, but apparently it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. “How do you know that?” “Do you think I came to this city alone? I have eyes and ears everywhere.” He eyed her. She...
~~Beatrice~~ The war was over. Jacob laughed when he told her that. Told her it was temporary, because the Carthians and the Invictus and ‘Churchies’ always eventually got in each other’s face and business. Tale as old as time, he said. But either way, for the moment, there was a truce, and that meant people could breathe easy; dumb metaphor considering vampires. Triss and Jen were at the cave when Sam showed up, and she smiled and waved at them before she slipped into Jacob’s alcove. They...
"The symbol inscriptions are finer than any that I've seen before," Cody began, giving his initial impressions of the metal plates. "The symbols are small, and spaced very close together. I don't understand how they did work this fine. It looks more like laser etching than normal scribing." Cody paused for a moment to inspect the plates carefully before continuing with, "The physical condition of the plates is amazing. Despite all the rough handling, since we retrieved the plates from...
Damien D’Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire’s throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust’s office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien’s blackened soul. His wife’s every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart. She loved the priest’s cock, addicted to its girth spreading wide her...
I have been a history professor at a local community college for years and while I had heard tales and seen the precautionary notes from administration about professors engaging in extra curricular activities with students, I had never had any type of offers from any students. My male libido and male ego were hurt, but I didn’t dwell on it, as I had plenty of other things to worry about.Then, I met Regina, a sexy college coed, and for whatever reason, we connected. While Regina was very...
College SexSome time ago while taking a college history course I was researching some of our founding fathers. While it was very interesting, it was at the same time, a bit boring. I was hoping to find some juicy details of their personal lives, but other than some offhand comments about their sexual proclivities (Ben Franklin commented to a younger friend that "all cats are grey in the dark" meaning a pussy is pussy no matter the color of the skin) and a few others that perhaps made hardly a mention in...
I didn't start out being fixated on, or even especially attracted to, black men. Events, and my experiences with both black and white men, combined to steer me into my personal black history. I think knowing a little of my background will help you understand my story.As my story begins I'm a 33 year old product of a small southern town. It's an old neighborhood of small houses. I'm pale, about 5'9", with long legs and large breasts, I'm well read, intelligent, and a very good Mom. My ancestors...
History By Karen Hansen Monica closed the door behind her, sat her bag of school books down near the door, turned to walk into the living room and then froze in her tracks. She just stood there in total and complete shock. Her green eyes wide and mouth gaping open. In the middle of the living room was her 45 year old father kneeling before a woman. Seeing him in a pose like this was a bit of a surprise. She had always considered him a bit of a ladies' man, with a touch of...
~~Julias~~ A sleeping Kindred is not really sleeping. Instead, they are nearly in torpor, an undead coma. When the sun disappears, they wake in an almost jarring pulse of energy from their dead body jamming vitae through their limbs. Older Kindred, like Julias, had long learned to rise with awareness and efficiency. Younger Kindred like Beatrice rose with a startle, as if someone had injected adrenaline straight into their heart. They had fallen asleep together on his couch when dawn...
~~Beatrice~~ Beatrice had no idea Dolareido had so many dark, hidden corners. “You Carthians. It will never cease to amaze me how much you want to adapt the modern,” Jacob said. “Modern?” The two of them were deep into North Side, and probably near the edge of the city. It was a big city; she’d never been out this far. “That you would take a car, instead of this!” The crazy Nosferatu gave that weird chuckle of his, and jumped. With the old, dark robes he was wearing, he looked like a...
~~Jack~~ “Oh ... god...” He couldn’t cum anymore. Just the thought of another orgasm made his insides ache in pain. No more, his balls cried. We’re dry! The devil and her two imps didn’t seem to agree. Ashley and Julee had both let him drink them, just a little, just enough to spark the arousal in his Kindred body once more, without either of them succumbing to exhaustion for it. And they took advantage. “One more?” Antoinette said, smiling up at him. The Prince was on her back on her...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it’d be between two dangerous women. Antoinette’s tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up into his throat. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, thank god; her eyes would have bore holes through his body and couch otherwise. The...
~~Antoinette~~ Oh no. She sat upon the highest floor of her tower, a tower she had built upon what she designated would be Elysium territory, where Kindred-on-Kindred violence was prohibited, where feeding was prohibited, and where discussion was encouraged. To place her tower within its embrace was a choice she had made, a political stance signifying her devotion to peace and cooperation. And within the highest floor, her main office was her place of control, and where she could personify...
~~Damien~~ One of the hunters came out of the shadows. He recognized this one. A woman, short, thick with muscle, and with a shotgun in her hand. “ ... you’re dead,” Damien said. “You were one of the hunters killed in the chaos, in the—” “In Sándor’s chamber, yeah.” She came closer, tilted her head, and showed them her neck. There was a giant scar where an Uratha had torn into her. “How!?” Matt asked, growling as he began to pace. The big guy put himself between the group of them, and the...
~~Beatrice~~ The two vampires jumped up and spun around, looking around in the dark. That voice. She recognized that voice. What the fuck, why was it here? Both of them pulled out their phones and started shining them around, but the catacomb was empty. “You ... you can’t be here,” she said. “No one’s ... no one’s been sacrificed.” Jen stepped in closer to her, and pressed her shoulder to hers, enough for Triss to feel her friend trembling. While Triss was still shaking because her world...
~~Jack~~ It’d been two weeks since the incident. Two weeks since the news broadcasted Jack’s fuck up with the crows. Two weeks since Julias’s death, his mother’s embrace, and the capture of Sándor. Two weeks of futile attempts to understand what had happened to him. He’d stuck with journaling, organizing his thoughts and putting them to words, but it wasn’t working out very well. All he could manage to write were succinct paragraphs that were obviously bitter, cynical, and angry. Sometimes...
~~Antoinette~~ “Does he speak?” “No.” Antoinette sighed as she glared at the bound man. Two thralls were seeing to his body, cleaning and maintaining Sándor so he did not drown in his bodily fluids, or die of starvation. An unfortunate consequence of keeping a prisoner alive was handling the frustrating elements of biology. It was not a process she was unfamiliar with. She kept several prisoners in her tower, after all, emergency sources of blood should she or an ally need them. Dealing...
~~Beatrice~~ Jacob hadn’t been in the cave when she came back with everyone. She was kinda thankful for that. Stressful conversations could wait until another time. Waking up was a strange feeling, and the memories hit her hard. Angela, Jeremiah, Athalia, the fucking twisted curse Jack, the huge gargoyle Sándor, it all came back to her a little faster than she’d have liked. Joy, over knowing Angela was dead, and Jeremiah too. Sadness, about Athalia; not a lot, but enough to make things...
~~Jack~~ “It’s been a long time,” Michael said, and he pushed open the door. Jack, Jessy, and Damien followed. The leader of the Invictus, and the three Right Hands, together, in the home of Viktor Honors, and then later, Julias Mire. A beautiful mansion, very Victorian, with its grand entrance room and big wooden stairway with fancy railings. Hell, there was a chandelier. It was very Viktor. It was very not Jack. Michael stepped over to the stairs, but didn’t go up. Instead, he leaned...