Lady Van Helsing/Rut with the beast
From Create Your Own Story
The sight of the inhuman penis jutting from between the guardian's legs gets you wondering how it would feel inside you; it is such a different thing from all those you have been with before. With this thought your willpower is finally overcome, and you quickly strip off your dress and your underclothes, your womanhood deciding for you that you need to be fucked NOW, whether by monster, beast, or man.
The beast, growing impatient with your delays, leaps and knocks you to the ground, landing on top of you. You feel your nipples tickled by his fur, the shaft of his feline penis rubbing across you pubic mound. "Fuck me!" you scream at the creature straddling you, and it complies, plunging itself deep within you with a single thrust, until the tip of its cock rests against the entrance to your womb. It sits there, for a moment, taking an opportunity to lick your face and breasts with its dry, rough tongue, while you writhe in pleasure beneath it. You feel pleasure and desire as you have never before experienced, your sensitivity amplified a thousandfold by the mummy's curse.
The beast slowly draws its penis out, and you scream in pleasure and agony as the barbs lining its shaft catch and tear at your inner flesh. It begins thrusting, each withdrawal drawing forth a new scream from your throat, screams that quickly become gurgling and rasping as your throat becomes sore and raw from the effort. With what little rational thought is left in your mind, you notice that beasts thrusts are growing shorter, and its breathing is becoming quick and shallow. Its clearly about to cum.
And you still haven't experienced a single orgasm.
The beasts thrusts cut off abruptly, its final stroke leaving it lodged up against the entrance to your womb. The beast arches back and lets out an inhuman bay, and then you feel its seed pumping hot inside you, filling your cave and spilling out past its cock and out onto your thighs. Its orgasm goes on and on, pouring more seed into you than any human man could hope to produce in a month of orgiastic revels. Though most has formed a puddle beneath you, some has worked its way past your cervix and into your womb, stretching it and causing you to show a visible bulge making you look as if you were slightly pregnant.
The beast, finally spent, pulls off of you. Unsatisfied you attempt to hold it inside you with your legs, but its softening penis retracts into its sheath. The creature walks a little ways away from you on unsteady legs, then curls up on the floor and falls asleep.
You dress, more frustrated than ever. You can hardly believe what you just did, but the sensation of the beast's seed sloshing about in your womb serves to remind you that you did indeed just mate with a monstrous cat creature. "Well, that is one way to defeat a monster," you think to yourself, as the beast begins to snore contentedly.
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