25 comments/ 105626 views/ 205 favorites Monster Fever By: Armphid A cool wind blew over the parking lot high atop the sharply sloped hill; curling around the repeating pattern buildings that made up the suites of off campus student housing and bearing with it the crisp scent that promised a fine October evening. The buildings were sharp and clean looking and for the most part, uniform and static. But here and there, hung in windows, were school banners and posters put up by the occupants inside. Many of the normal ones had been replaced for the holiday; here and there orange and black ribbons fell down windows, ghostly faces leered out, fake cobwebs were strewn across, and plastic jack o’lanterns grinned out into the autumn sunset. The branches of the trees planted around the carefully laid out apartment complex waved and rustled with the air; many still bearing leaves in vibrant oranges, yellows, reds, and browns, though many dried and desiccated leaves also scratched as they tumbled over the asphalt. The door to one of the suites opened and a man walked out onto the hilltop. He was tall and lean, wearing a long black duster style coat and black pants, black leather boots on his feet, black leather gloves on his hands and holding a black broad brimmed hat in his right hand. A black leather vest was buttoned halfway up his chest beneath the duster, a gray shirt under it with a high neck that had been folded down over itself. His glossy brown hair fell to just past his ears, a bit shaggily though it was clean and combed. His features were noble and strong, eyes of a rich deep sea blue behind a pair of thin framed glasses. He walked toward a nearby car; a silver sedan that looked well looked after but was hardly the newest vehicle even in the row, let alone the lot. It was old enough that he took out his key and opened the driver’s door with it, unlocking the others from the inside, not having a remote fob for his keys. Greg smiled as he leaned against the side of his car, “Your chariot awaits your leisure, ladies,” he said. They really should get going soon if they wanted to get to the party before dark. The place wasn’t too far out of town but they had to take the rural roads and he didn’t want to find his way on the winding, signless routes in the dark. “We’re ready! Almost, anyway,” came an answering call. A few seconds later, a trio of young women emerged, the last shutting the door behind her. “The High Queen’s stalling so we have to wait on her and she can have a big entrance,” the tallest of the girls went on. She was on the tall side of average and her body was well sculpted and shaped by endless hours of exercise; athletic and toned but her modest curves were still feminine and fetching. Her hair was a tawny mass that fell to her shoulders, currently gathered up into a pair of pigtails on either side of her head and her eyes were a a vibrant green. Her long, luscious, supple legs seemed to go on for miles before disappearing under the lacy hem of her white skirt. Her waist was slender and her bust pleasing, neither large nor small but a very happy middle ground. She was pretty and healthy; her face cheerful and exuberant. Ally wore a short white dress with puffy sleeves that ended in a tight cuff, a thin red belt cinched about her waist to give the garment form, the skirt ending about three inches above her knees. The low neckline of the dress, combined with a simple brown corset tightened over it, offered up her assets in a deliciously tempting fashion. A pair of worn red Chuck Taylor’s gave the outfit a bit of whimsy. She carried a wicket basket in one hand, a red cloth covering the contents of it. A red cloak was tied about her neck, the hood down at the moment, the garment falling about knee length on the fitness and nutrition major. “Nice outfit, Greg! Never saw you as the Western type but it looks good!” He grinned, even flushing a bit as the three girls approached to wait with him. “Thanks, you look great, all of you do. Though my costume-“ The shortest of the three girls cut him off, a smirk on her pretty lips, a shiny black lip gloss covering them, “Wait until you see all of it.” Sarah was barely five feet tall and petite, with a slender and willowy figure. Her shape was largely masked by the black dress she wore but it had enough shape to tease at her small but sensuously shaped curves. Her face was beautiful and fragile looking with cupid shaped lips and keen dark brown eyes that seemed endless behind a pair of round lensed glasses. Her hair was a sandy blond that was currently in a thick braid falling to her shoulder blades, much of it hidden by the pointed and bent witch hat on her head. She wore a loose black dress with it that went to her knees, a pair of orange and black stockings clinging to her legs to vanish under the dress’s hemline. Black heels lifted her up a bit more than normal, still making her the shortest girl, pushing her ass up into the air and adding more sway to her step. She’d brought their broom along as a prop, dragging the bristles on the ground behind her. Greg blinked but before he could ask the question, the middle girl shook her head, “Sarah, don’t talk it up like that. It’s nothing special.” She was blushing, her cheeks rosy. Her hair was black as night and had been carefully styled into a pixie-like bob, her forelocks held in place with a seashell decorated hair pin. Her eyes were a rich and earthy brown, her lips full and plush, and her face sweetly cute. She was currently wearing Greg’s old raincoat, having asked to borrow it a few days ago, the thick coat covering her from neck to toe. Ally shook her head, “No way, you got to show him. You look awesome, girl. I’ve never seen you so sexy! Flaunt it, Sheena!” She was delighted at her long term friend’s costume choice. The nerdy girl was shy and had a terrible body image that Ally just couldn’t understand. She’d kill for a rack like Sheena’s! She stepped behind her and reached around her friend, starting to unbutton the coat, “Come on, show him or I’ll do it for you,” she sing songed. “Ally!” Sheena was blushing brighter than ever, swatting at her best friend’s hands. “Guys, if she doesn’t want to, then it’s no big deal,” Greg held up his hands and smiled, “I know Sheena’ll look good, she always does.” He shrugged, “Besides, I’ll see it at the party, right?” Sarah caught Sheena’s eyes as she spoke, “Right. So will everyone else.” Sheena pushed Ally’s hands away firmly, “Ally, no, I can show him myself.” She looked up at Greg and then down. “It’s probably too much, but…” she unbuttoned the rest of the coat and then pulled it open. Sheena was stacked, top and bottom, with large, high, pert breasts , deliciously rounded hips, and a sweet, plush ass. Her stomach was flat despite her ample curves, when Ally was your best friend you did work out a lot, and bust was generous enough that it actually cast a shadow onto it. Greg could see all of this as beneath the raincoat Sheena wore a bikini top with a pair of large clamshells cupping her gorgeous mountains like a bra and nothing else on her upper body. She had a glittery wrap about her hips that swept around her legs in a cerulean blue, with a darker blue fin-like hem at ankle length, along with a pair of blue two inch heels. Greg’s mouth fell open and he went pale, then flushed, then went pale again. He tried to speak but was unable to. He’d never seen Sheena…so much of Sheena! He knew she had a great figure, he’s seen her in t-shirts and tank tops plenty of times but like this the effect was wholly different. Sarah and Ally grinned, exchanging satisfied looks. Sheena slowly lifted her eyes, not hearing Greg saying anything and blinked at his gobsmacked expression. She smiled slowly, a twinkle in her eyes. God, she should push him back onto the hood of his car and kiss him right now, she thought. Put his hands on her tits and let him feel them all he wanted, letting her hands travel all over, feel his dick getting hard against her stomach before he pushed her back and then bent her over the car’s hood, pulling her skirt up and- “Uh, what,” Sheena asked, suddenly aware that someone had said something. “I said,” Sarah repeated, “that I think you can call your costume a success. You’re going to be boiling people’s eyeballs.” “Y-yeah,” Greg agreed, finally re-learning how to speak. He was still flushed as he looked at her, “Wow. I mean, you just about boiled my…pretty much everything. Sheena, you look incredible.” “Thanks,” she answered. “I’m still worried that it’s a little too, uh, you know.” “Smoking hot,” Ally supplied. Sheena shook her head, “Skimpy. I mean, it’d be okay on you or Sarah or Regina, you’re all so thin and-“ “Are we going to stand around all night or are we going to party?” The sound of the door shutting behind the group caused them all to turn as the new speaker strutted towards them, her hips swinging with each long stride. “Honestly, we should have been gone already.” She was tall, only three inches shorter than Greg, with a figure both ample and slender; her tits seeming to defy gravity as they jutted out from her body in proud majesty, her waist narrow and wasp-like, her ass taut and toned, and her legs shapely perfection. Her face was breath-taking with fine, delicate features plush lips that always seemed to smirk or scowl but never genuinely smile. Her eyes were blue and sharp; her hair cut to fall at her jawline and currently dyed a fiery red, styled to be slightly wavy. Regina was wearing a black catsuit with a high-tech looking bracer on both forearm, a belt of golden discs around her waist, and a pair of heeled black boots on her feet. The catsuit was so tight it looked like she’d been upholstered, leaving almost nothing to the imagination and everything at once; a magnificent tease. “What are you all just standing here for?” As they turned she caught sight of Sheena’s costume and her eyes narrowed, then she smirked. “Oh. That’s very bold, Sheena, but great mermaid costume.” “Thanks, Regina,” the dark haired girl replied. “You look good too. Black Widow, right?” “A geek like you is sure to know,” she nodded with a smirk. “Well, let’s get going, shall we? We don’t want to catch cold before the party.” Regina looked at Greg with an expression of condescending patience, “You could have warmed up the car at least.” He frowned a bit, “It doesn’t take that long to warm up. Letting it idle just uses up gas and isn’t good for it.” “With a car as old as yours, I guess,” she shrugged. Regina shook her head, “Honestly, though, the 20 cents in gas isn’t worth us risking catching a cold. Even if some of us are more insulated than others.” She walked to the front passenger door and opened it. “Come on already, let’s go.” Greg grimaced and went to the driver’s side door. The other three girls exchanged a look a mutual frustration before Sheena rebuttoned the coat and they piled into the back seat. The car backed out and then Greg shifted into gear, starting them off towards their party. Regina looked back at the girls in the back seat, “Hey, did you know that what sailors thought were mermaids were actually sea cows?” “My, they’ll do, won’t they?” The car was still traveling but it and the area around it rippled moved slightly, rippling from a steady roiling motion centered just below the vehicle. The group’s travel continued, being seen as if from a camera above and behind the car, following it. “This will be a Halloween to remember!” The speaker smiled as she stood up straight, having been leaning forward over a large cauldron that was at a soft, steady boil, the image of the car and those within floating on its surface. She was tall and unnaturally busty; her breasts massive and proudly defying gravity as they deliciously deformed the fabric of the simple black dress she was wearing, the garment clinging to a figure that was very slender otherwise. Her hair fell down to her ass and was a rich royal purple, her cunning eyes were the color of red wine and her lips were lavender. She gestured over the water’s surface with one hand, her nails long and well-manicured though her fingertips were stained slightly from the chemicals and substances she handled. The view changed to the inside of the car, moving over the faces of the 20 year old college students within and then over their bodies. “They’re so pretty.” The cauldron was in the middle of a very large room, with a hearth beneath it and the hood of a chimney descending from the ceiling above to trap and channel smoke up and away. The walls were lined with shelves that held books, all hardback, some bound in leather, some newer and some looking very old. There were also jars and seasoning shakers on many of them and a table in one corner had a large array of chemistry and alchemical equipment neatly arranged. There were a few other tables as well and old, handmade wooden chairs. The rafters were low enough to be reached by hand and there were more objects sitting on or hanging from them for easy access. The witch smiled down at the cauldron and then began to move around, snatching jars and vials off the shelves, setting them on a high counter that was on one side of the hearth. She took an old fashioned pesticide sprayer down from the rafters, humming, and set it beside an earthen ware bowl into which she started to add ingredients together. Greg frowned as the car rose up another abrupt hill on the windy country road they were on. “That’s sudden,” he murmured. It was almost dark but there was still some sunlight in the sky but from the fields and woods around the road a thick, heavy fog was rolling in. Within a minute of him spotting it the ghostly white mist flowed around the car, shrouding the landscape around them. Regina had been texting a few other guys she knew who’d be at the party and looked up from her phone. “Where the hell did this come from?” She looked out, barely able to see six feet from the car. “Slow down, you’re going to get us killed!” Her boyfriend grimaced, “Regina, I’ve driven on roads like this before and in fog. We’ll be fine.” He did slow slightly, “I can see the edge of the road, so we’l l stay on it.” “I forgot you’re a nerd AND a hick,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. “Staying on the road won’t help us if we get lost out in the sticks.” Ally growled softly in her throat and then leaned forward, the fitness major sitting behind Regina, “Calm down. Everything doesn’t have to be a scene, you know that right? Fog happens. We have the directions.” She waggled her own phone at the scowling Regina, “We just have to follow the lights on the road from here.” Sarah was sitting between Sheena and Ally. She leaned over to Sheena and whispered in her ear, “Was it Black Widow or Bitch Widow?” Sheena just grinned and giggled. Back in her cottage, the witch leaned over the cauldron, which had thick vapor rolling down the sides, though the scene of the car driving in the fog could be seen clearly. She setting the sprayer she’d used to create the fog aside and picking up a small candle in a carved wooden holder. She muttered something and it lit suddenly, burning with a slightly greenish fire. She held it over the cauldron, in front of the car as it drove carefully on. “This way,” she cooed, “Follow the light.” “We should be there by now,” Sheena said softly. The dark haired girl’s face was worried as she looked out at the thick fog that still billowed around them. “We’ve been driving almost 40 minutes since this fog showed up. Shouldn’t we be there?” The heater had been on the whole time and it was warm enough that the buxom girl had taken off Greg’s borrowed coat, the garment stuffed between her body and Sarah’s. “Yeah,” Greg said slowly, “I think you’re right. We should have been there ten, fifteen minutes ago.” “What?” Regina glared at him, “Why didn’t you say something?” “I wasn’t sure I was right since we’re traveling slower than normal,” he said, an edge of frustration in his voice, “And I didn’t want to worry you guys with it until I’d found a place we could turn around at.” It didn’t make sense. He’d been following the lights as they came up, just like the directions said. He’d had to take a few turns to do so, and they’d gone up and down at least one big hill, but that was just the way the country was out here. “Can one of you check our position on your phones?” Sarah shook her head, “No signal. It went out when the fog came up.” Ally frowned at her phone, “Yeah, I’ve got no bars either.” Sheena sighed, “Same here.” Regina growled, “Fuck. That’s perfect! We’re lost in God knows where, with no way to get back to civilization. Great driving.” She glared back at the girls in the back seat, as if the girls there somehow shared in the blame, and then turned back, arms tight across her chest. “You’re so useless sometimes.” Greg’s hands tightened on the steering wheel and his face was bleak. “We’re not entirely lost. We know the road we’re on has those lights. We’ll turn around and follow them back until we see where we got mixed up. Don’t be scared, this kind of thing happens. We’ll get there; it might just take a while.” “That’ll be great,” Regina said in a chipper, lilting tone, “We can get to the party just in time to go home!” Not with him though; geek boy needed to learn a lesson about being useful. “I was wrong; you’re so dependable.” “Mom, Dad,” Ally interjected before Greg could respond, “The kids’re scared that you’re fighting. Can we just, you know, focus on finding a turn around?” Before she could answer there was a slight thump and a rough rumbling, rolling, scrabbling sound came from under the car. Regina shrieked, “What the fuck?” Greg slowed down, “The road changed. We’re on gravel and dirt now.” Where the hell were they? As angry as he was at Regina, he was angrier at himself. How could he get them so out of the way? He really was useless. Back in the cottage, the witch set the candle firmly on the wide lip of the cauldron. She had lined the lip with tin foil that stuck up about an inch or so over the rim. She had two smaller bowls on her little counter, shaking something into one, “Cat nose hairs,” she murmured. Then she set that down and picked up a different shaker and a vial. “Powdered satyr horn and a coward’s tears,” she poured the liquid into the bowl, shaking a lot of the powdered material into it. She leaned over and took a breath, blowing slowly on the surface of the cauldron and then holding up the first of the little bowls and sprinkling it once the image of the confused and worried faces of the college kids. “Hey, look!” Ally pointed out the window as the fog seemed to ripple, “A breeze!” The seemingly endless mist rolled back from them as if someone had turned on a fan and blown it away. They were on a dirt road as Greg had said, with trees on either side of them. They were running along a ridge, not at the top, but high up enough that they could see the valley below and the wall of the next ridge over beyond it, even in the darkness. The sky overhead was clear and stars gleamed, as did a full and heavy moon. “It’s pretty,” Sheena said with a smile. “I know we’re out of the way, but the view’s something at least, right?” Greg glanced to the side, nodding, “Yeah. Wow…look at all of that spreading out.” “Who the fuck cares? It’s not where we’re supposed to be. We’re still lost,” Regina snapped. “The road widens out up ahead,” Greg said. “Looks like there’s a clearing.” He slowed further and the car pulled out of the wooded lane and onto a small turn around. Spreading out from it was a great clear area on the ridge’s side, covered with short grasses and herbs. The clear space was bordered by woodlands, but there were clear trails here and there in the scrub before them, leading into the darkened forest beyond. He pulled the car to a stop. “…Cool.” Wow, this place was gorgeous! If it wasn’t night, it’d be a perfect picnic spot, and they could check out those trails...awesome! He should turn around and head back down but he felt a sudden deep curiosity about the place. “I think I’m going to get out and take a look. It’ll feel good to stretch my legs anyway.” Monster Fever “Yeah,” Ally answered, her voice a bit subdued. “That sounds good to me too. I hate long car rides.” Sheena had already opened her door and gotten out, Sarah following her into the cool air. Regina was getting out also, still frowning, “Whatever. Only for a few minutes, okay? I wanted to party tonight, not drive around with you nerds for hours.” Her tone was not as sharp as it often was; slightly muted and a bit hesitant as her eyes drifted over the area. The quintet of young people walked forward from the car, their feet stepping carefully among the almost lawn-like wild space before them. The moon shone down brightly, casting silvery light and long shadows over the land, and the air was sweet from the scent of the wild growing herbs; the landscape ethereal, beautiful, and both alluring and spooky all at once. They were silent, looking around at the scene before them. All felt a small but growing fear in the back of their minds as their eyes left the moonlit grass and stared into the deep, thick darkness that waited under the boughs of the trees. The feeling grew and grew, each of the young people tensing up slowly, eyes wide and shifting, tongues wetting lips that suddenly felt dry. They formed a loose, gaping circle, their backs to one another as they sought out the nameless dread that was growing, growing ever stronger in them. Sheena let out a soft whimper. The witch shook the dregs of the wet mixture into the cauldron and then lifted up a paper bag. She put it to her full lips and blew into it, inflating until the paper strained to hold itself together. “Boo!” She swung the paper bag toward the cauldron and her other hand in from the opposite side to strike it, the force enough to burst the bag with a loud banging pop. From behind all of the students, in the middle of the circle they’d formed, there was a massive roaring boom. The fear that had grown to fill their minds exploded into panic unlike any they’d ever felt before. Their bodies screamed at them, every fiber, every cell, ever nerve yelling; run, RUN! They broke like spooked deer; bolting in whatever direction they were facing, as fast as their limbs could carry them. There was screaming but none of them was sure who it was coming from, indeed, none of them could sense or think clearly enough for that. Screaming cries of terror seemed to simple fill the night, all around them, driving them on. They stumbled but ran on, leaving behind the strange clearing, the car, and each other and plunging blindly and heedlessly into the waiting black of the woods. There were cries here and there, the snapping of twigs and branches as they crashed through underbrush, and then nothing. A rising, hair raising howl rose up from somewhere, an atonal call that rang out over the wooded ridge and the valley below. The witch held her stomach, looking away from the cauldron to avoid touching it as she doubled over. “Oh, my God! Look of them go!” She laughed, eyes tightly shut, reaching out with one arm to support herself against the wall, her tremendous breasts bouncing and jiggling under her dress from the force of her merriment. “Hellfire! Best! Halloween prank! Ever!” She threw herself into a chair, laughing further, kicking her legs, her face reddening. “Oh, oh, damn! That was great! Ohh, and the best hasn’t even started yet!” She took a deep breath, a few giggles interrupting it, smiling and feeling pleased at her work. Which one would she get? “Ohh, oh, boy.” She giggled again, then blinked and shook her head. “I should make some coffee for my guest.” Branches and sticks cracked under his feet and against his body as he ran, breath ragged and rough, his heart pounding in his chest. Greg hurtled through the darkened woods along a thin trail, the duster flying out behind him and flapping as his legs pumped. Where? The clearing, he’d felt something coming, felt afraid, never been so scared in his life, and then something. And he ran, was running. He was running uphill, towards the top of the ridge. Adrenaline roared through his veins and his body still shrieked at him to run, to escape. But from what? There was nothing there. Calm down; he was panicking. Don’t panic, remember the guide. He slowed down to a jog, his breathing growing rougher. God, his chest hurt. How long had he been running? He jogged into a brisk walk and then stopped, gasping for breath, looking around him as best he could. “Damn…it’s…fucking dark…in here,” he said, more to have some sound than for any other reason. Where were the others? He turned to face the way he’d come and cupped his hands to his mouth, “Sheena! Sarah, Ally! Regina, can you hear me?” His calls faded away as though swallowed up by the blackness around him and there were no answers. “God, girls, please be okay.” He looked back over his shoulder and started, turning fully around. Up ahead a way, it looked like past the edge of the forest, at the ridge’s top, there was light. It shone bright and clear, cutting through the darkness. Light. Light meant people and people meant help. Or cannibalistic hillmen. But probably help. Grunting, he forced himself into a jog up the inclined path again, his legs burning under him as he moved with purpose up the trail. Moonlight started to break through here and there and then he could see ahead where the blackness gave way and silvery illumination returned and through it all that gleaming golden light, no, lights, beckoned. Greg jogged on for another ten minutes before he came out of the woods. The top of the ridge had once been forested as well, but whether by natural means or the hands of men it was clear, a strip perhaps forty yards across running down the back of the rise. Looking down the strip, he could see the clear space went on for miles; small trees here and there as well as standing poles from which a few cables were strung up towards the peak. Standing there, nestled up against the utmost last upward thrust of earth and stone, was a house. It was an older style and solidly made; two stories of brick solidity. There was a chimney, though no smoke came from it, and there were gables over the upper outmost windows. It had painted shutters and though most of them were closed, a few on the first floor were open and it was through these that light streamed. Brick steps let up to a wide porch made of fieldstone and a large and solid looking front door with a deadbolt above the handle. A house up here? Who would live all the way out here? Greg stared for a few moments before he started for it, trying to get his breathing under control. It didn’t matter; it looked like they had electricity, even a phone. Hell, up here, his phone might get signal. And in any event, they could help him. Greg approached the house and seeing no doorbell, reached up to knock on the door hard; once, twice, again, and then let his hand drop. He stepped back from the door, pushing his glasses back up his nose with one hand. There was a heavy click as the deadbolt withdrew, and then another softer one as the lock did the same. Greg drew himself up, squaring his shoulders, ready to meet whatever hermit or mountain man resided up here so far from civilization. The door swung inwards and he blinked in shock, his mouth opening a moment before he shut it. Standing in the door was a girl about his age, shorter than him by a good eight inches, with golden red hair pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head. Her skin was fair, almost alabaster pale, smooth and flawless. Her face was elegantly beautiful with delicate features, soft eyes of a deep brown that was almost black and startlingly bright red, luscious lips. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of pajama pants that were red with bats and pumpkins on them and her feet were bare. She was slender and had a petite figure, though her tank top showed more cleavage than he’d have expected from her build, the swell of her bust filling it enticingly. Her waist was very narrow and she had a round, pert little ass. “Good evening.” Her voice was warm and smoky and it sent a thrill down his spine. Her eyes wandered over him and lingered here and there a good bit, her lips curving in a slight smile before she looked up at him with a concerned expression, “Are you all right?” “I, uh, feel better now,” he said. Then he blinked, “Uh, no, sorry, miss. My name’s Greg and I’m afraid my friends and I, we were on our way to a party and we got off the track somehow, then we all got lost,” he stopped himself and shook his head. “Please, may I use your phone? Or do you have a flashlight or something? My friends are out there somewhere and I have to find them, please.” He was suddenly aware of how crazy he must look; messed up hair, face flushed from running, still breathing roughly, probably a few rips and tears in his clothing from his run through the woods. “You look like you could fall over,” she replied, “come in and sit down, Greg. You’ll catch your death if you go running around anymore without a rest and warming up.” She stood aside, holding the door open for him, “I’m Lily. Please, come in.” Greg hesitated a moment. He shouldn’t go and sit down when the girls might be lost or hurt. But then if he went after them not sharp, he could get lost or hurt and just make things worse. Lily smiled at him and he returned the expression slowly. “Thank you.” He walked past her into the house, the slight young woman pushing the door closed behind him and relocking it. It was warm inside, far more than outdoors, and it made him immensely better just to be in that blessed warmth. He was standing in a small, inset area that seemed to be a kind of foyer before a hallway that rooms went off of. Around the edge of the area he was in, several pairs of shoes were set. “Take off your shoes, Greg,” Lily said as she stepped up into the hallway. “If you were wandering or running around out there, we should look at your feet.” She then grinned and winked, “And I don’t want you tracking mud anywhere. Your jacket looks like it’s soaked too, just hang it on one of the hooks there,” she pointed at a rack that hung along the wall next to the door. Most of the hooks had coats and jackets on them but a few were bare. “Uh, right.” Greg took a few moments to unbuckle his boots and pull them off. As he did so, he looked around at what he could see of the house. It was very clean and well appointed; pictures and sconces for lamps were set on the walls and the hardwood floor shined. “Lily, I’m sorry to insist but your phone, if I can use it, I really need to call the cops or search and rescue or something.” “I understand; you’re worried about your friends.” She smiled at him again, her dark eyes flicking over him before meeting his own and he felt himself blushing. “It’s sweet.” As he got his boots off at last she reached out and took his hand, and he marveled at how soft and smooth and sweet her touch was, “Come on, this way. You smell wonderful, you know that?” “Uh, thanks?” She led him down the hallway, Greg glancing into the rooms as he passed. In addition to the heavy shutters he’d seen, each window had a set of thick curtains as well. They were currently pulled back on them but if they were drawn, barely any light would get out. The furniture all looked older; very classy and often the kind of stuff you’d find in college student housing as hand me downs, but all in good repair. He did spot a television in one room as well as a large couch. In another, he saw a few sleeping bags spread out on top of a large rug that took up most of the floor. “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything,” he said. “You’re fine,” she answered. “My friends and I were having a slumber party for Halloween; scary movies, that kind of thing. Besides, a cutie like you is never an imposition.” He couldn’t say much to that and she steered him on into a brightly lit kitchen. It had a tall counter that ran bar-like around the cooking area and the dining room beyond it. Two other girls were sitting at the counter on stools, one of them sighing as she set down the receiver of an old land line phone, “Something fell on the wires again, Lil, the phone’s out. Why you live out-oh!” She blinked as she saw her friend leading Greg in and then smiled, her bright red lips lush and tempting. “Lily, you didn’t say you invited a boy to the sleepover. Hi there, I’m Iris.” Iris was a little taller than Lily, but she also had that same pale and perfect porcelain skin, her lips contrasting brightly red, and her eyes dark. Her hair was a platinum blond that was almost white, and combined with a figure that was willowy and svelte; it gave her an ethereal quality. She wore a tight t-shirt with the Count from Sesame Street on it and a pair of shorts that seemed to stop exactly where her thighs started, barely covering a half inch of long, pale leg. “He not here for the sleepover, I think.” The third girl slipped off of her stool and walked over to the other side of Greg as Lily pulled him deeper into the kitchen. “I’m Violet. It looks like you’ve had a rough night already.” Violet was the same height as Lily and her hair was a lustrous cascade of raven locks that had a slight wave as they tumbled down past her shoulders. She was wearing shorts as well, though they were far more modest than Iris’ and a man’s button down shirt that was far too large for her, serving to obscure her body for the most part. She had the same incredibly fair and beautiful skin as the other two girls, her eyes also dark, and her lips a scintillating red. She put a hand on his forehead, “Oh, he’s so warm,” she said in a breathy rush and then took a steadying breath, “but I don’t feel a fever.” “Uh, thanks, um, Violet,” Greg responded. She smiled up at him and did not move back, staying close to him. “Iris, right? You said the phone wasn’t working?” “Yeah,” she made a face as she hopped off of her stool. “Sometimes a tree or a branch will fall on the lines out here; it’s not as well maintained as it is close to town.” The blond moved to the other side of him, standing close as well and looking up at him. “But it’s all right. You’re here now and safe.” Greg shook his head, “I am but my friends aren’t. I should get out there and looking for them. Thanks for letting me in and all, but-“ “Hold on a sec, Greg,” Lily interrupted. “You look like you ran up the mountain and it punched you while you did it. You need to sit down and have something to drink.” She exchanged a look with her friends who slipped up on either side of the young man and put their arms through his. “H-hey, hold on a minute,” he protested as the two ladies turned him about and marched him back down the hallway to what seemed to be a living room. There were armchairs in two of the corners and a long, plush looking couch dominated the room, a coffee table in front of it and an older tv on an entertainment center in front of the window. They pushed him down onto the middle of the couch. “Iris, Violet, please, I need to help them.” Greg half rose off the couch, “I can’t just sit here and-“ Violet put a hand on his left shoulder as he was standing and gave a light push, as if she were adjusting a piece of paper she were reading, and he slammed back down onto the couch with an audible thump. Before he could speak or react to that, the two girls were on the couch with him, one of either side. “You’re so sweet and you smell sooo good,” Iris smiled. She slid up against his left side, boldly pressing her body against him, one hand moving to stroke his forearm, the other running through his hair at the back of his head. “It’s brave to want to help them, you’re a good friend,” she was speaking strangely, the words pronounced very clearly and precisely, more stressed than normal. “But you need to rest first. Stay here, with us.” “Stay here,” Violet pressed against him from the other side and he groaned as he felt her warm, soft body through her clothes, her curves teasing him. She too placed a hand on one of his forearms, leaning into run the other down his cheek, stroking it softly. Her too red lips brushed against his ear and made him shiver, “Let us take care of you.” Her words also were oddly clearly spoken and stressed, her throaty whisper seeming to drown out any other noise when she spoke. She breathed in suddenly, almost moaning, “Oh, you smell wonderful.” “I…need to rest first,” he repeated, nodding slowly. His eyes were a bit vacant as he blinked owlishly and his face twisted as though he were confused, trying to remember something. “I’ll stay here with…with…” He groaned, closing his eyes tightly, then he opened them again they were bright and keen behind his glasses once more. “I’ll rest a little, you’re right about that, but then I have to go.” Iris looked shocked; her ruby red lips falling open. Violet’s head moved back from him, her dark eyes flicking to meet her friend’s gaze. Then she cupped his chin and tilted his head so he was looking at her; blue eyes meeting her black irises. “You like us, don’t you, Greg? We like you. We want you to stay here. It’s dangerous out there at night. Stay here, be safe,” she arched her back to press her chest more firmly against him, drawing another shiver and a bit back groan from him, “be warm with us. We’ll treat you so well.” Her hand left his face and worked to undo several of the buttons on the shirt she wore, the garment parting to reveal more smooth, pale skin and the upper curves of a pair of luscious breasts that seemed to swell as she breathed. “We’ve been so lonely, just us three girls here. Stay with us, keep us company. You won’t regret it; we’ll take such good care of you.” His eyes fluttered as she spoke, drawn down to the sight of her glorious bosom heaving. God, he wanted to agree, to say yes. He could feel Iris’s hand leaving his forearm and starting to stroke his thigh, Violet now petting his chest, undoing the buttons of his vest. “I…do like you. Don’t want to leave you lonely, feels so warm, so good. I want to…to stay…” The two young women smiled. But then Greg shook his head again, firmly, “This is so good, so tempting, but this is all so crazy, I can’t…I need to help them. Sheena, Regina, they might be in danger, the others too. I’m sorry.” Again he tried to rise but found he couldn’t move even an inch; their soft, small hands pressed just a bit and it was like trying to push against steel bars. Lily came into the room with a mug that was faintly steaming. She smiled as she saw the three of them on the couch, “Oh, good. You’re all getting along.” “Uh, yes,” Greg said, blushing. “They’re great girls and so gorgeous and sexy, but Lily-“ Iris looked at the redhead, “Lily, he still wants to go. Even though we both told him to stay.” “Really?” She looked shocked for a moment but then her smile returned, growing a bit broader. “Wow. You are a cutie, Greg. I’m impressed.” He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that. She held out the mug to him, meeting his eyes directly. She seemed to gather herself and her eyes were suddenly very bright and clear; the rest of the room dim in comparison. She spoke, her tone clear, firm, and precise. She spoke no louder that she had before but as the word rolled out from between those crimson lips the house seemed to tremble as if shaken by a great wind. “Drink.” The mug was in his hands and to his lips before his mind even registered he’d reached for it. He tipped it back and drank; hot, almost too hot, chocolate pouring into his mouth though the taste was off. There was something in it. He should stop, ask what it was. But he just kept drinking; downing the entire mug in one long, deep pull. Warmth radiated out from his stomach and seemed to fill all his body; a heavy heat that made him feel alive and vital and suddenly more aware than ever of the lovely and nubile girls on either side of him; his manhood suddenly surging in her pants and growing hard. Monster Fever Lily smiled and plucked the empty mug from his hands. She set it on the coffee table and then slid onto his lap, straddling him, her arms running up his chest before going around his neck. “There, this feels better, doesn’t it?” She smiled down at him, stroking his forehead with one hand. “You’re so loyal; wanting to go to them. But you can’t help them, Greg. You’d only get lost too. You know that when a group gets lost and one of them finds civilization, you don’t go running back into the wild. You’ll get help for them, Greg, tomorrow.” He looked up at her and then groaned as she leaned forward and her sweet tits pillowed against him. On either side, Iris and Violet began to stroke and pet him again; their touch sending spikes of sensual delight through him even with his clothes muting the sensation. “Tomorrow, but…but tonight, what if…I’ll hate myself if they get hurt, Sheena, Ally, Sarah, or Regina…” “Sheena,” Lily murmured the name, noting how that was the first he’d said. She squirmed against him; grinding her body into his and drawing another groan he tried to stifle. She looked into his eyes, “Your friend or your girlfriend?” “N-no,” he answered, “Regina’s my girlfriend, sometimes. Kind of.” When she wanted to go somewhere or needed something paid for or was horny and wanted a giving lover; though she broke up with him whenever she met a guy who was more interesting to her before coming back when her new guy refused to do something she wanted. Three times that had happened now but he just couldn’t say no to her. “I can’t abandon her…” “After she treats you like that?” Greg frowned; he hadn’t said anything about their relationship. Lily’s eyes still held his, “Not very nice to you, or anyone, is she? You’re devoted, kind, so giving, so handsome, and that’s your reward?” She closed her eyes and he felt a strange push against his eyes, as though there had been a string pulling them that had been broken. “Don’t you want better?” “…Yes,” he answered, feeling ashamed as he did so. Lily kissed him; those redder than red lips pressing into his with a sweet passion and an eager, startling hunger. God, he’d never felt such a kiss! His arms moved to cradle her to him, his lips responding to hers; their mouths grappling in fevered delight for a few searing moments before she broke the kiss and licked her lips. She leaned backwards, her hands going low and gripping the hem of her tank top before she pulled it up and tossed it off of her to land on the coffee table in front of the couch. Greg’s eyes went wide as he took in the perfection of her body; her skin seemed to gleam from the lights of the room, fair as virgin snow, her stomach was taut and flat, and her breasts were magnificent; high and ample and rounded with rosy nipples that stood out against her pale skin. She rocked back, sitting up straight to put her breasts right in his face, pressing herself down against the throbbing erection in his pants. “You’ll have better. Stay with us.” God. God, please let the girls be all right and let them…let them forgive him. His voice was barely a whisper as he answered, “Yes.” Lily’s smile was kind and naughty and he heard the girls on either side giggling. She leaned in and kissed him again, lighter this time, and as she pulled away, Iris moved in to kiss him, moaning softly against his lips, Violet tipping his head to her when that broke to claim his lips as well. Lily slid off of his lap and to her feet, inclining her head towards the stairs. Iris and Violet stood, lifting Greg with them. “You three get comfy, I’ll be right there.” The topless young woman gave her two friends a firm look, “I get the first taste, don’t forget.” “We won’t,” they chorused. Greg was too aroused and too confused by this whole insane evening to argue or even comment as Iris and Violet took him to the stairs, the petite blonde grabbing his hands and climbing ahead of him, Violet following behind. Iris’ pert, perfect ass flexed and moved under those tight shorts; the pert orbs of her cheeks teasing and promising delight and showing she wore no panties under them. The rich, musky scent of her arousal tickled his nose and he felt something primal and masculine stir in his chest. They brought him to what was clearly the master bedroom; large and well-appointed with heavy and ornate antique furniture. The room was dominated by a massive hour poster bed with a canopy in the center; thick blankets covering it and several large, fully pillows resting against the head board. Iris tugged him into the room behind her and then let his hand go, smiling happily. “You made the right choice,” she said as she ran her hands up his chest, “you’ll see.” She kissed him again, a long, lingering, sweet kiss as her hands finished undoing his vest and then slipped it off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the ground. There was the sound of rustling fabric behind him and from downstairs the clack of the shutters being closed and bolted could be dimly heard. He closed his eyes and groaned as he felt Violet’s hands slip under the gray shirt he wore from behind, tracing over the muscles of his back and along his spine. He lifted his arms and let her pull it up over his head and then groaned as he felt her press against his back; soft, slightly cool skin pressing against him and her soft tits mashing against his back. He shivered as her hands reached around to caress his chest, her breath warm on his skin as stood on her toes to kiss the back of his neck. Iris was nibbling her lower lip as she looked him over, her eyes gleaming. She licked her lips and then looked up at him and winked before she turned around. The platinum blond looked over her shoulder at him and smiled before she bent over, her shorts stretching obscenely over her gorgeous ass. She reached up and grabbed her butt, squeezing her own pert cheeks before she pulled her shorts down those long, supple legs and then let them drop. Her ass was a flawless masterpiece of toned flesh; a perfectly peach shaped plush behind that made his hands itch to grab hold of it. She straightened up and doffed her t-shirt with a casual motion, crossing her arms over her chest before turning around. Her modest tits were veiled by her arms, teased and hinted at as she walked back to him, swaying her hips. Violet chuckled behind him, “She’s such a tease,” and then he stiffened as her hands unbuckled his belt. “Tease? Hmph, I’m naked and doing this,” Iris responded as she closed, her arms dropping from her chest as she pressed herself to him, one hand reaching back to grab his ass through his pants, the other going up to tangle in his hair and bring his head down for another kiss. She cooed into it as he began to touch her; his hands moving with tender caresses over her hips and her back, following the lines of her body before he took hold of her flawless ass and gave it a testing, wanting squeeze. “Oh! Mmm, see, he’s the tease, he’s still dressed.” Greg flushed and moaned as Iris kissed down his neck, “I, uhh, think that won’t last long.” Iris giggled and her lips moved from kissing down the center of his neck to the left side. She trembled against him suddenly and he felt her breath quicken. She began to kiss firmly, intently at one particular spot on his neck, a slight whine escaping her lips, the slender girl grinding her body against his almost desperately. Violet’s hands deftly unbuttoned his pants and then she took a hissed intake of breath, “Iris! Don’t you dare! Greg, slap her ass!” He didn’t know what it was about, but Greg pulled his right hand back from fondling her rear and brought it down with a firm, flat palmed smack. “Eep!” Iris jumped back, startled. Greg’s eyes went wide as he looked at her. Her chest was heaving, her mouth open, tongue almost lolling out, eyes glazed but with a hungry, needy look to them. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, then opened them again and they were normal. “…Sorry about that. You just smell so good and the more you’re naked, the more smell, and I can feel it-“ “Iris,” Violet’s voice was gentle but firm. “Don’t you think Greg’s still overdressed?” “Yes. Yes, right.” She smiled at Greg, an apologetic expression that was utterly baffling before she sank down onto her knees in front of him. He gasped as her small, clever hands slid up his thighs and then over his the bulge his dick was creating, “Oh, my, my. You are a rare guy, aren’t you?” She giggled again, Violet doing the same as her hands began to stroke and pet his chest. Then she unzipped his pants and jerked them down; leaving the young man in a pair of black boxers that were badly strained by his erection. “I’m nothing special, just-ohhh, fuck,” he moaned as Iris muzzled his rod though the material of his boxers; mouthing over it and making his dick twitch and throb with desire to feel that hot mouth with nothing in the way. “God, girls, you’re incredible, both of you. I can’t believe this is happening.” Violet laughed again, a low, warm sound. “Just wait until later.” Her hands moved up to pinch his nipples, drawing another gasp. “You want her mouth on that dick, don’t you?” “Yes,” he hissed. Her only vocal response was another warm chuckle. Then her hands moved from his chest to take hold of his boxers and tug. The fabric stretched to its limit and then came apart with a ripping, shredding sound that made Greg jump as the girl tore the garment apart like it was made of tissue paper. “H-holy shit! Violet, how did you do that?” “She got a little carried away,” Lily’s voice answered. The redhead strode into the room nude; her hips swaying and her long, luscious legs exposed, as were the pretty lips of pink pussy. She was shaved clean down there, save for a thin strip of fine red hairs above her glistening slit. “I got here just in time. Mm.” She other two girls pulled back slightly from Greg, all three standing and moving around him, letting their eyes feast on his body. “You’ve graduated from cutie to hottie, Greg baby,” Lily said with a smile. Her gaze lingered on his face and a bit lower and then on his proud and jutting cock. The other girls came around to either side of her; dark haired Violet looking a bit sheepish but watching intently and slender Iris almost bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. He flushed but smiled, feeling prouder of his body than he ever had in that moment. “I’ve got nothing on any of you, but I’m glad you approve.” “Oh, do we.” Lily stepped up and kissed him, her breasts grazing his chest. “Fuck, you smell so good I can barely stand it,” she whispered. She reached out and pulled his glasses off his face with one hand and then gave him a light shove. He flew back through the air and landed in the middle of the bed, the wooden limbs and supports of it groaning and squeaking in protest from the sudden weight, the soft mattress bouncing him off of it a few inches before he settled down. He blinked in shock, looking down to see all three women crawling towards him on the bed. “Lily, what the hell is u-uhhh!” Iris had stopped her below his waist, her svelte form pressing against his right leg and her pink, wet tongue slithered out from between those too red lips and ran up his shaft from the base to the tip. “Oh, damn, Iris,” he groaned. She looked up at him with an impish smile and then bowed her head, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head of his dick. “Fucking hell…” Violet chuckled and paused at his waist as well, dipping her head to kiss her way up his prick as Iris did the same on the other side, moving downward. She reached between his legs and he gasped again as her soft hand cupped his balls. Lily crawled up to him, smiling “Isn’t this good? Much better than running around in the cold woods at night, isn’t it?” She kissed him, a sweet, long, lingering kiss that he groaned into as he felt one of the other girl’s wet, warm mouth drop down onto his dick, lips sealing tightly around his shaft as she started to suck. The redhead giggled and pulled back a bit, licking her lips, “You’ll feel so good, Greg baby, and I promise, we won’t take enough to hurt you.” Even as he could see Iris’ head bobbing up and down on his spit slicked shaft and feel her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his dick, even as Violet slipped lower and ran her tongue over his heavy balls, those words struck him. Greg started to turn his head to look at Lily, “Wh-ahh, God, that’s great! I mean, what do you mean?” Then his eyes went wide as Lily’s mouth opened wide, a hair wider than it should have been able to, and he saw that her canines were now long and slightly curving fangs. “Vamp-ukk!” His eyes went wider still as she sank her fangs into his neck and he felt a stab of pain followed by a blossom of warmth. She shuddered and drew in a mouthful of blood. “HnnNN!” Pleasure burst through him, just as sudden as the pain of her biting him but far stronger. His cock throbbed in Iris’ mouth; spewing precum down her throat and causing her to coo, her mouth working around his meat to swallow his leakings. His heart was pounding harder than ever in his chest as he felt her fangs slipping out of him and then the wounds she’d made close as she kissed them tenderly. Lily’s eyes were half lidded and she looked utterly satisfied as she looked up at him, nodding, “Yes, we’re vampires.” She shifted herself to lay on the bed beside him, running a delicate hand over the side of his face to tangle in his hair, “But we won’t hurt you, I promise. We’ll take a taste…we so rarely get human blood and you are so, so sweet, we just have to indulge. But it won’t be enough to cause any harm and we’ll make you feel wonderful as thanks.” She smiled and her fangs were there again, “You feel wonderful now, don’t you?” “God,” he murmured. He wanted to say no, he really did. But Iris chose that moment to deep throat his cock; the head pushing down into her neck as she took his thick length fully into her. “Ahh! I…I do, fuck, I can’t believe…” He wasn’t sure what he couldn’t believe. Everything. Greg shivered as Iris pulled her head up slowly; his shaft glistening with her saliva as the slender blond slurped back to the head and then engulfed fully in one tight, squishing swallowing motion that made him jerk and quiver. Fuck, she was giving him the best blowjob he could imagine, let alone the best he ever had. Greg swallowed and looked at Lily, “…I don’t want to die. And I don’t want to be one of you.” “You won’t.” She shifted up a bit higher to kiss him again on the lips tenderly, “I swear. We’re good, we get by on blood from the butcher in town, the occasional deer…we did have someone break into the house to try and steal the pipes a few years back,” she said with a smile. They’d drained him dry. “But you’re a good man, and we can tell you that’s rare. So we’ll take our taste and enjoy you and let you go.” Cultivate him and age him like a fine wine. Greg lifted his head to kiss her then, his arm moving around her to cradle her luscious body to him. “All right,” he whispered against her lips. He could feel hers curving into a happy and triumphant smile. As the kiss broke she playfully nipped the end of his nose and then gently pushed his head back to expose his neck to her. He moaned as Iris picked up her pace, taking half of his dick at once with each sucking, slurping motion of her head. Violet lapped and bathed his balls with her clever tongue, the dark haired vamp’s hands teasing Iris’ cunt and her own. Lily’s hot breath was on his neck a moment later and he felt that stab of pain again, followed by heat and then, “AHhH!” His hips jerked as that blast of pleasure hit him again, his back arching and his eyes and mouth opening wide, Lily curled against him, sipping his life blood. Iris reached down to grab Violet’s hair and pulled the other vampire up, her head bobbing faster and faster on just the head now. She pulled it out of her mouth and opened wide, “Cum for us! Give it to us now, please!” Even as she said it, he let out a ragged, primitive groan and his cock throbbed, Violet and Iris getting side by side as the first spurt of his hot, thick, sticky jizz spattered out onto their lovely faces. Greg’s hips bucked again and again, each thrust sending another gush of white, creamy cum onto the two girls. It streaked their faces, painting their cheeks and noses, oozing over their lips. Lily sealed the holes she’d made with another kiss and looked back at her friends, “Oh, you came a lot. They look so sexy.” Greg raised his head, his chest rising and falling, groaning at the sight of the angelic faced vampires covered in his seed. His cock twitched and she made a low purr in her throat, “Still ready for more too? I knew I liked you, Greg baby.” Violet moaned, her hands mauling her own tits as Iris leaned against her, the blond licking Greg’s cum off of the other girl’s face and swallowing it down. “Lily, please, can I fuck him?” She laughed then and sat up on the bed, looking down at Greg as he pushed himself back to his head was propped up on the pillows. “Greg, Violet wants to ride you. She loves dick more than any of us. Can she?” Greg couldn’t believe this. Any of it; it was too good and just too unreal. But he was also beyond caring. “If she cleans up Iris the way she’s being now, then yes.” Violet didn’t answer, she just shivered and smiled, one eye opening as Iris leaned back, the dark haired young woman’s face licked free of spunk. Iris drew the raven haired brunette two her and the two kissed, tongues intertwining before Violet moved to lick a strand of cum into her mouth. He groaned one hand stroking his still rock hard dick, the other reaching out to caress Lily’s thighs as they watched the two girls clean one another, pausing to kiss and snowball his spooge back and forth. “God, you’re all incredible,” he breathed. Lily opened her thighs and took his hand, guiding it to her slit and gasping, then letting out a happy coo as his careful fingers stroked her wet slit. “You haven’t, mm, even had the best yet.” Her eyelids fluttered and her head went back as he sank a questing finger into her; her hot tunnel tight and slick. “Oh, good man, Greg baby, showing initiative,” she cooed as his probing digit squirmed and moved within her to feel her walls. “Iris, come and give him a kiss. It’s your turn for a taste.” The redhead shifted her hips a bit, starting to push back against his finger. “Woo hoo!” The energetic blond crawled past her dark haired friend to the other side of Greg and moved up to press herself against him as Lily had earlier. “Your cock tasted good, your cum even better, and this-“ She bit into his neck and his breath hitched; her eyes fluttered and she moaned as she squirmed on the bed to grind her suddenly wet thighs together. His cock twitched and jumped as the euphoric pleasure of her feeding hit him. He pushed another finger into Lily’s box, hearing her gasp, and started to pump his fingers in and out of her wet heat. Greg felt movement over his legs and looked down his body as best he could with Iris’ fangs buried in him, her throat working as she gulped mouthfuls of his life. Violet was standing over his waist and his still proud and rigid manhood. She gestured to her face and grinned, “All clean!” She looked down at his cock and bit her lower lip and then lowered herself down into a crouching position, her hands caressing his chest before bracing herself against him. Her eyes closed and her lips pursed as she moved her hips to bring the wet lips of her sex against the head of his dick, both of them letting out happy moans. The vampire began to rub her sex against the tip of his; teasing them both and coating him with her slick secretions. Monster Fever Iris kissed his neck and he felt another twinge of pain as the holes she’d made healed up, “Fuck, he tastes great all over!” She sighed and kissed her way up his neck, “I could just drink him aaall up!” She felt him shudder at that and then leaned up, “Oh! But I won’t! Don’t worry.” Greg opened his mouth to respond but Violet smirked at the same moment and then pushed herself down hard and both of them cried out as she impaled herself on his cock; sheathing his full throbbing hardness within her in one stroke. Iris giggled and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as Violet wriggled her hips from side to side, eyes screwed shut, “Fucking hell shit! He’s big! Feels so deep, spreading me open with that warm, hard, living cock! Nothing better than mortal dick!” The college student was moaning and whimpering into Iris’ mouth as the brunette began to bounce herself on his cock; their flesh slapping together as she shot up over halfway off of him before smacking back down. “Fuck! Uhnn, so warm, so alive in me! Fuck my vampire pussy, fucking wreck my immortal cunt, you fucker!” Violet’s soft, plush tits were bouncing as she rammed herself up and down on Greg’s cock, riding him like a Harley on a bad stretch of road. She shrieked and writhed, head back and shaking, her raven tresses whipping about her head, her voice continuing on it a rising cry. He felt her sex clamp down on his rod and quiver around him. “F-feel that?” She gasped, “Feel me- fuck! Cumming on your cock, you bastard!” Iris broke the kiss to lean back and watch her friend with hungry eyes. Greg stared as well, his hips bucking up to meet her as she came down, the vampire woman losing herself in the joy and raw pleasure of sex, her control thrown away. He should be scared, worried that she’d hurt him, but it felt too fucking good for that! God, and the mouth on her! He loved dirty talk and she was giving him plenty! He couldn’t believe she’d already cum, though it could have been a long time for her. “God, Violet, I feel it, fucking love it! Ride my cock,” he growled, “You vampire slut, fucking impale that hot little body on my dick!” Iris rolled away from him without a word and he looked after her, a flash of motion out of the corner of his eye drawing him as Lily suddenly straddled his shoulders, smiling down at him, “Listen to the two of you! A pair of hot little sluts, aren’t you?” She chuckled and reached to run her hand in his hair, “Your hand’s good, Greg baby, but I know you’ve got better.” The redheaded monster girl grabbed his hair and pulled just enough to for it to smart and then slid off of his shoulders so that her legs were on either side of his head and her glorious, smooth shaved, puffy lipped sex was in his face. “Lick me, mortal slut boy.” He was obeying before he could even think to, not that he would have balked. Her pussy was beautiful and he had always enjoyed doing this to a woman. If he was honest, he knew it was one of the reasons Regina stayed with him. He kissed her labia and then his wet, warm tongue slithered over her slit and he felt more than heard her intake of breath. She tasted earthy and rich and he smiled as he took another long, slow lick of her cunt. He moaned into her sex as he drove his tongue past her lips and began to lick and lap at the swollen nub of her clit, Violet starting to ride him harder and faster. “Oh, you’ve done this before,” Lily purred. She nibbled her lower lip, head rolling back and then down again to look at him, his eyes closed as he licked her with practiced skill. “That’s it, mmm, good slut, Greg baby, uhh, make me wet, make me cum.” Violet was grunting and gasping, “Fuck, yes, both of us. Make us both cum, you dirty mortal fucker!” She was riding him brutally hard now; only a few inches slipping out with each frenzied motion as she reamed herself again and again and again with his dick. Her eyes were wild, her hair disheveled and her eyes practically glowing with pleasure and want, “Get, fuck, that handsome face covered in girlcum and fucking fill me up with yours!” Lily was carefully grinding her pussy into the young man’s face, her eyes closed, her mouth parted in ecstasy as he lashed her pearl with his tongue before capturing it in his lips and sucking. “Ahh! Fuck! I want it, want you to cum in me, fucking breed my vampire womb and put life in me again!” God! Greg’s hips thrust up hard into her and he screamed into Lily’s pussy. That last comment, the thought of it, too much! He bit down on her clit and the redhead squealed and bucked as well, her lips curving happily and her head going back, eyes closed. Greg’s grunts were muffled by her cunt, his lips opening as her fluids gushed onto his face and into his mouth. Violet’s shriek joined theirs, “FUCK! Yes, yes! I feel it in me, filling me up! Hot, warm, sticky, thick, fucking seed!” She cried out and thrashed on top of him, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opening wide, her voice strangling off as she creamed again on his cock as it pumped his essence into her body. She moved a few more times, riding out her joy, and then slumped forward onto him limply. Lily made happy, breathy little sounds as she humped his face, her thighs having tightened about his head, squeezing as she climaxed. Greg felt nothing but joy; insane pleasure soaking through him from the biggest orgasm he could remember having. But he became aware of the press, of the increasing force, and there was a spike of fear that cut through it all. He started to feel dizzy. Lily lifted her left leg and rolled back to lay beside him, Greg sucking in a deep, ragged breath as air returned and the pressure released. She giggled and then sighed, “Oh, I’m sorry, Greg baby. I got a little carried away. Are you all right?” He nodded, continuing to fill his lungs for a few moments before he answered, “I’m…great. Almost passed out there, but I’m fucking fantastic.” “Is he ever,” Violet murmured. “Are you sure we can’t keep him?” Lily smiled at the shocked look on Greg’s face, “Yes, I promised him. But he does make it a hard one to keep,” she added with a wink. Greg felt himself blushing, though it wasn’t as hot a feeling as it usually was. Which made sense, since the girls had been drinking his blood; there was less to go around. “I’m flattered, but, I’m not anything special.” Violet chuckled, “You haven’t fucked yourself, so don’t, nn, be so sure.” She whimpered as she gathered herself and then slowly stood up; a wet, slick, slurping sound coming from between her legs as he slid out of her sex. “Fuck, that’s the worst feeling ever,” she groaned as she flopped over onto the bed. Iris bounced back into Greg’s field of vision grinning, “Oh, look!” All of them but Violet looked where she pointed, down at the young man’s cock. It stood unbent and proud; full and hard despite it all. “Wow!” She nudged his side with an elbow, “And you’re not special.” He flushed but couldn’t really say anything to that. Particularly since he was surprised himself; he could do two in a row pretty regularly, but three? Maybe it was some after effect of their blood drinking or something. Lily’s hand stroked through his hair for a few moments before she withdrew it, “Scoot back, Greg baby, lean up against the headboard.” The redhead’s eyes freely wandered over him as he moved and he felt a surge of pride at that. “Violet, your turn, but be careful.” She smiled at him as he sat up and then pushed himself back, moving down the bed until he felt the pillows squash between his back and the ornately carved wood. She nodded and then moved to straddle his stomach, her wet pussy pressing against it and the lusciously firm flesh of her ass cheeks rubbing against the upside of his cock. “I’ve wanted this since I saw you,” she cooed, arching her back to make her tits press against his chest and her ass rub more firmly on his rod. God, she felt amazing. His arms moved to hug her to him, moving down her back to give her butt a squeeze, “I think I wanted it too, I didn’t know it then, but I felt it,” he said. He could feel the bed shifting as the other girls moved on it. He kissed her and she let out a happy sigh into his lips before returning it; her lips parting to admit his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, careful to avoid her fangs. Violet appeared to his right, leaning up against the headboard on her side, smiling at him with dreamy eyes. He felt a warm, soft weight on his legs and she let out a gasp and then then shivered, closing her eyes. “Mm, you can, hnn, have whatever you get out.” As the kiss broke, Greg looked at her curiously, and then moved his head to the left to look around Lily. He could see Iris’ legs and pretty ass sticking up over his knees and he thought for a moment about where the rest of her body could be, her head right between…holy fuck. One of Lily’s small hands cupped his chin and brought his face back to her. She lifted her hips up and shifted back a bit and he felt a hand, Iris’ he thought, take hold of the base of his cock and steady him. “Look at me, Greg baby. I want to see your face during,” she pressed herself down onto him and her eyelids fluttered, her lips parting in a breathy moan, “...this.” “Oh, fuck, Lily,” Greg gasped as she sank slowly down onto him. She was tight and slick and smooth, his walls gripping his cock like an erotic vise. Her eyes met his, her lips smiling as they both panted for breath while she drive him further and further into her depths; their pleasure shining in each other’s eyes. He grunted as he bottomed out; feeling his cock pulse against her flesh and his balls press against her body. “God and fucking hell, you feel…fuck, you feel incredible.” His hands gripped her ass hard, squeezing the pert flesh of her cheeks in either hand. “Fuck, so do you, Greg baby.” She hadn’t moved yet; simply savoring the feeling of his hot hardness inside her, so warm and warming. “Deep inside me, no one’s been that deep in a long, long time, you are a keeper. Lucky you, I’m a girl of my word.” They gasped together as she pushed herself up and off of him, sliding up until only the head was still within her, “Because you’re a rare boy and this is a rare fucking dick. God, fucking pound me.” He growled and they smiled together as he pulled down hard with his hands, still holding her by the ass, and drove his cock into her. She cried out and pushed up again, only to let him haul her back down as his hips thrust up, drilling his dick into her. Her generous tits jiggled and bounced, smacking his chest as she rocked up and down on his cock, hard nipples scraping his skin deliciously. He speared into her as hard as he could each time, jerking her down to meet his upward motion, and she let out loud, grunting, groaning cries as he hammered her. “Damn, fuck her good,” Violet moaned. The brunette’s face was close to Lily and Greg’s, her eyes warm and bright as she watched them fuck. She let out a moan as Iris probing tongue pushed deeper into her pussy, seeking out the mortal man’s seed. “Pound her, fucking hammer that hot little fuck hole, she loves it, you can see it in her eyes, can’t you? How much she loves you fucking her like a whore!” Lily’s cunt clenched down each time Violet spoke and Greg smiled. She might not do much dirty talking, but she liked it! “I fucking feel it all right. Feel her pushing down, eager to feel my dick in her.” Lily shuddered and her eyelids quivered but she kept her gaze on him, nodding, not trusting herself to speak to encourage him. “Wanting so bad to be full of mortal cock, needing it so bad she can’t help but impale herself on it like a wanton bitch!” Her lips twisted into an expression of desperation and her hands clutched his shoulders suddenly, fingers digging into his skin. It stung, but the pain spiked the pleasure he felt, making it all the sweeter, “Getting ready to fucking cum on a stranger’s dick like a God damn fuckslut whore!” Lily’s head went back and she screamed, thrusting herself down onto him with bruising force, her voice rising to a primal yowl before it cut off into a strangled, silent shriek of pleasure. Greg gasped as he felt her cunt spasm and seem to twist and whirl about his cock, driving him closer to his own release, and then Violet leaned in and sank her fangs into his neck. Greg’s mouth opened wide, his jaw almost cracking from the strain, his back arching, eyes bulging and then shut tight as he came and came and came. He felt searing, scorching sensation exploding through and from him; his whole self seeming to rush down his body and burst from the tip of his cock into Lily’s sinful heaven. His hips bucked again and again and again, shooting more and more cum into her welcoming cunt for what felt like a full minute of impossible pleasure and release. He thrust up one final time, body tensing hard, back bowing until he felt it might snap and then he fell back down into the bed, as if boneless. He felt Violet draw her fangs from his neck, licking the holes and sealing them, before letting out a low whistle. “Timing counts, huh?” “Mm-hm.” Iris moved off of him and he could see her past Violet, kneeling on the bed. “He looks happy…but really pale. Um, is he all right?” Lily rested her forehead against his and cut his vision of anything else off. “That was magnificent,” she whispered. “I haven’t cum like that in fifty years, thank you, Greg baby.” The fingers of one hand moved to his neck, feeling his pulse. She spoke again, louder, “I think so…he’s weak but he’ll live. Close though. You drank too much, Iris. More than twice what Violet and I did, you greedy thing!” “I’m sorry! He just…he tasted so good!” Greg felt like he should say something or move but found that he couldn’t. His limbs were too heavy, his lips too clumsy, and his eyes…God, they were heavy. He felt Lily’s cunt pull off of his cock and grunted, then tried to reach for her. She leaned over him and kissed him, “Hush, just relax. You did so well.” She was at his side then and lifted him as one might a child, cradling him to her much smaller form. “Pull the blankets down, Violet, let’s get him snug and warm. Iris, why don’t you get him cleaned up so he’s not sticky down there when he wakes.” He tried to shake his head as he was laid down on the bed again and felt the slender vampire girl crawling onto it and her tongue licking at his manhood. “I want to get his phone. Now, let’s see…” He caught a last vision of her nude, pale perfection, his cum sliding down her thighs as she bent over and picked up his pants, patting at the pockets. Then his eyelids fell and he knew no more. Ally’s breath came in hard bursts, her long legs pumping, her tits bouncing in the cinched blouse of her costume and the red cloak of it streaming out behind her. She put one foot up on a thick log that jutted into the trail she was sprinting down and launched off of it into a form perfect long jump that carried her over other smaller impediments before her feet touched down. She landed hard but staggered forward, determined to keep moving. Panic clawed at her mind, driving her forward. She had to keep running! God, she’d been so stupid! That noise back in the clearing had scared the shit out of her and she’d just taken off; she didn’t even see if the others had or what even made that awful roaring. She’d just run; given her frequent practice at that, she’d covered a lot of ground fast, even in this terrain. Then she’d heard it; an eerie, hair raising sound that had made the fading panic flare up again. She’d only ever heard it in movies or TV shows or on those nature CDs they played in some stores. But something deep in her psyche, some buried instinct told her what it was. It was a wolf’s howl and it sounded close. So she’d taken off again, after barely a moment’s pause to try and get her bearings. That meant that now she was totally lost and had no idea where any of the others were, or even which way would go back to the clearing. She had no idea how long she’d been running either, but she hadn’t heard the howl again or anything else other than her own breathing and thumping footfalls. Ally slowed a bit; gradually decelerating to a walk and then stopping. She bent over, hands resting on her thighs, getting her breath back. Maybe she could stop and take a few seconds now to- A heavy, rumbling growl came from her left. She’d heard dogs, even big dogs, growl and snarl before. This was similar, in the same way that the angry yowl of a house cat was like the roar of a lion. The growl shook the air and struck her almost physically and she felt her stomach clench, her eyes widening. She slowly turned, her hands shaking as she held the wicker basket she’d bought for the costume party in her hands like a shield. When she saw it, she took a step back, “Oh, fuck me running.” She’d seen wolves before at the zoo and this sure looked like one. Except those wolves hadn’t been taller than her at the shoulder and staring right at her with huge yellow eyes, with lips pulled back to reveal a muzzle of sharp, shining teeth that seemed to somehow reflect every little bit of light that made it through the branches overhead. It was massive; bigger than a bear but its grey coat and sleek, wild canine shape left no doubt as to what it was. It didn’t snarl again, just watched her. Her legs quivered and threatened to go out from under her. That would be bad, really bad. She wanted to run away screaming but that would also be bad. If you ran from a dog, it chased you. Ally knew that she had to act unafraid, even aggressive. Anything else would mark her as prey. Noise and light…she needed noise and light…and she could make both! God, if she ever saw Greg again, she would kiss him for making her watch Les Stroud with him. Right on the lips and she didn’t care who saw it. Her hands dug into her basket and rummaged around; candy, wallet, condoms, spare car key, there! She pulled out her iPhone as the wolf took a few more steps towards her through the underbrush. “Come on, I don’t care if I don’t have Wi Fi, you stupid fucking thing.” The wolf was almost at the edge of the trail she was on when she crowed triumphantly and held up the phone towards it in one hand. Her index finger tapped at the screen and a brassy roar that rose and became honk-like burst out from the device. The wolf leaped back, growling again. Ally’s heart leaped into her throat and she hit the sound effect again, the fx app playing Godzilla’s scream at maximum volume. “Back off! You’re Tokyo, furball, if you don’t!” She hit another of the app’s ‘buttons’ and the bellowing bugle-like roar of Jurassic Park’s T-rex thundered through the nighttime forest. The huge predator took another few steps backwards, ears flat. “You like that? Huh? You want some more?” She hit another button. “Pikachu,” squeaked the phone. Ally blinked and the wolf paused as well, its ears perking up curiously. “God damn it! Fucking Japan!” She tapped another one and the Hulk’s victorious roar answered. That was better! The wolf’s ears went back again and it bared its teeth. She started to randomly tap the screen of her phone, holding it in front of her like she was warding off a vampire with a cross. A clap of thunder rolled out, then the scream of a TIE Fighter, machine gun fire, a cacophony of furious sound making her own ears pulse in discomfort at the noise. The wolf had backed almost all the way out of her sight, its lurking bulk still visible in the illumination her phone put off. Ally stood tall, almost smiling, she was scaring him off! It was working. Then she heard the laugh. It was clearly a laugh; deep and rough, rolling out of the dark where the beast was looming. “You’ve got guts, girl,” a rumbling masculine voice said. “You think quick too.” The wolf padded back into the light, ears up, the terrible mouth open and a long, wide tongue lolling out of it. The creature sat on its haunches and then it spoke, the voice clearly coming from the huge canine. “Would have worked on a normal wolf, bad luck for you, I guess.” Monster Fever She almost dropped her phone. Her eyes were as wide as plates and her mouth opened soundlessly a few times, trying and utterly failing to find words for the impossibility in front of her. Ally shook her head, “W-w-wolves can’t…can’t talk. Wolves can’t talk. Wolves can’t talk!” She yelled it at the furry beast, as if he would somehow be chastened into behaving like a proper animal. A throaty chuckle rippled out from the wolf’s huge chest, “I’m not any old wolf, girl. But shouldn’t you be deciding what to do now since that trick didn’t scare me off?” He got back up onto his feet and made a shallow lunge in her direction. Ally was running before she realized it; not even risking the breath to scream as she bolted with all the speed she could summon. She heard the creature behind her roar with laughter and then an ear splitting, bone chilling howl sounded. Ally let out a whimper, forcing herself to run faster. Oh, God, oh, fuck, oh shit fucking damn hell! Her feet pounded hard on the forest trail and the dark woods seemed to fly past her in a black and grey blur. She was so screwed! She ran and it would chase her and pull her down and tear her throat out! She could hear the thing running behind her, the faint thumps of his heavy feet on the path, the sound of breathing sounding almost immediately to her rear. She could see silvery light ahead and the path broadening out. Ally burst out of the woods and into a clearing that was roughly round, a huge fallen tree down the middle of it. The fitness student tried to slow herself from the dead sprint but was unable to fully break, slamming into the trunk and tumbling over it with a grunt. She lay there dazed for a few moments, gasping for breath. Then there was a dark chuckle from the other side of the log and the huge head of the wolf appeared over it. “Good little chase! Not hurt, are you?” Ally stared up at the thing, shaking her head. “Why do you even care? You’re hunting me! You’re going to eat me!” She was crying now, furious at herself for it, but the tears just poured down her cheeks. Her chest was heaving and her legs shook as she forced herself to her feet, backing away from the monster that was leaning against the clearing. “A-a werewolf’s going to kill me!” The werewolf growled softly, “Could be. You came into my territory, girl, and that has to be paid for.” The long tongue came out and licked over the muzzle, “But you don’t have to die if you have something else for me.” The four legged monster hopped back off of the log and then shook like a dog shaking itself dry. He grunted and his body bulged, fur shifted and deforming as the muscle and bone beneath it changed and re-formed, faint cracking accompanying it as he reared up on his back legs and his body twisted and expanded. She stared in awe, mouth agape, her eyes lifting as he grew taller and taller, his form becoming more human but still feral and wild. Fur covered a man-like chest that was broad and powerful; defined muscles under it moving as he rolled his shoulders and flexed his now human-like hands. His head was still a wolf’s and a tail came down above his toned, firm ass, strong, thick legs ending in wolf-like feet; a pair of heavy balls hung between his legs and there was a short furry sheath between them and something bright red and pointy poked out of it a half inch or so. He was probably seven feet tall now; a ferocious looking and mighty fusion of wolf and man. Ally swallowed, staring up at the wolf-man, breathing rapidly. God, he was huge! Those big hands and those claws, that wolf’s head and those teeth, he was a monster! But…God, he was cut! And he looked so strong and there was a smell in the air…something musky that made her feel a slowly growing and familiar heat just below her stomach. “S-sure. I, uh, I can give you my phone, all the money I have too. Oh, and I h-have some candy since it’s, um, Halloween, you know?” He shook his head, “None of that’s any good out here. And you shouldn’t give a wolf candy; it’s not good for us,” he added with a chuckle. He stepped over the log to stand in front of her and his large yellow eyes swept down her, lingering on her long, bare legs and her rising and falling tits in the low cut dress. “But this close, smelling you, I’ll spell it out. Three choices, sweetie; fight, flight, or fuck.” Flight, fight, or…or what? Ally blinked and slowly shook her head. She couldn’t outrun him; that was clear. And fight? Forget it! But…but that left…she shivered and took a deep breath; catching his scent as much as the cool night air. God, he smelled so good and she hated that she liked it! His scent was primal and strong, masculine in a way she’d never experienced. Pheromones or something probably, wolves used those, right? She didn’t know they could work on humans. Ally took a few more deep breaths with her eyes closed, psyching herself up to the only option she had. She opened her eyes and looked up at the yellow orbs high above her, “F-fuck. I’ll fuck,” she blurted out. The werewolf licked his chops and grinned, showing his wicked teeth, “Good choice, girlie.” He let out a low, rumbling growl in his chest and her eyes looked down to see a few more inches of dark red man-wolf cock slipping from his sheath. “Strip or I tear it all off.” God, she was really going to do this. Ally set down the wicker basket first and then untied the red hooded cloak and let it fall. The werewolf sat on the log in front of her, watching her with his hungry eyes, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed and inhaled her scent. Her hands shook as she unlaced the simple corset over the thin white fabric of her dress and pushed it over her hips and then let it fall. The dress went up and over her head, leaving her standing in her socks, tennis shoes, and a pair of red panties. Her tits were high and pert; round and toned orange-sized handfuls of flesh and her rosy nipples were already hard. They rose and swelled as her breath quickened, her fear and arousal mingling. Her hands were a bit surer as she hooked them into the material of her panties and jerked them down; revealing a pretty, pink slit that was slightly damp with a thin and trimmed thatch of fine blond hairs above it. The monster let out an appreciative noise and his long tongue licked his teeth and lips again. He reached out and seized her about the waist with his hands, the sensation strange as the sides and backs of his hands were covered in that fine, arm fur but the palm and underside of his fingers were covered with tough but flexible skin that reminded her of the pads on a dog’s feet. “Sexy little thing, aren’t you? I love the athletic types.” He lifted her up, drawing a squeal from her as he did so, one hand cupping and hefting her by her perfectly sculpted ass, the other moving to run up her back and cradle the back of her head. “Ahh!” Her head went back, pressing against his grip as that long, wide tongue licked over one of her pert breasts. It was rough and raspy but so wet and very warm, almost hot, brushing over her entire tit with one long, tasting lick. Ally’s breasts weren’t big but neither were they small and they were very sensitive. “Oh, God,” she moaned as that rough, eager tongue began to lap and lick at first one, then the other, feasting on her bosom. Her hands reached out to grab his powerful shoulders, her fingers clutching at the fur and the muscle beneath it as wriggled in his grasp at the sensation coursing through her. “Fuck, lick those tits,” she moaned. The werewolf chuckled softly, his tongue continuing to caress and fully bathe her breasts in loving, firm wet roughness. He shifted his grip on her ass, sliding his hand down and moving his thumb to press against her slit. She gasped and then moaned, one of her hands running up his neck to stroke him behind one ear, his thumb starting to rub against her pussy. The feel of the pad-like part of his thumb against her labia was unreal; like soft, warm leather grinding into her. Ally felt a bit ashamed of herself, warming to this so fast, but her hips were moving to more firmly rub her sex against his teasing digit. He let out a keening growl and she was suddenly pressed against his furry chest, feeling muscle move under his fur and against her as he moved, his hand leaving her head to snatch the red cape from her costume off the ground and lay it over part of the fallen log. Ally was laid down on the log lengthwise, making it into a primitive couch or bed. Her lycanthrope lover stepped back from her a moment and straddled the log, looking down at her and making that low, needy sound again. Her eyes moved to his cock, now fully, exposed and she raised her brows, “Wow.” She’d never seen one like it before; it was mostly human looking, with a bulbous head though that was pointy rather than round like a man’s, a thinner tapering shaft behind it and then a curious bulge almost at the base before it tapered again for another three inches and then met his furry sheath. His cock was a dull red color and looked almost shiny, seeming to pulse with life and strength. It was big, the biggest she’d seen in person and larger than any she’d had before. “God, that’s…that’s a nice cock. But it’s so big…” “Better get both of us good and wet then,” he growled. The werewolf then lay down on the log below her and she gasped as his cold nose poked against her cunt. She could feel his warm breath on her as he sniffed at her wet slit and then she shrieked as that long, wet tongue licked over her slit from bottom to top. “Like the taste of you, my hot little human bitch.” Normally, she’d have protested being called that but he went to work with that tongue and she found herself unable to form words. God! He licked her cunt in rough but smooth motions, more firmly and fully than she’d ever been licked before, and she moaned and writhed on the log, her hands clutching at the bark on either side of the cape. She cried out and groaned, her hips rolling against his tongue and lifting up a bit to give him better access. His hands slid up her legs, grasping and caressing her thighs as he gave her ever wetter box the treatment of her life. His tongue slipped past her labia, licking over the hot flesh beneath with the same broad, pressing stroke, pressing down on her clit and making her squeal and buck anew. Again and again and again that hot, rough, talented tongue teased and pleased her tender flesh. Her breathing was rough and ragged but she was smiling, even as she moaned and whimpered. That long, rasping tongue started to push into her vagina on each lick, the first inch or so slipping into her passage and wriggling before popping free and moving upwards. “God!” Ally’s back arched, “Oh, God, lick me more! Just a little more!” The werewolf licked harder and faster, her hips shaking to match him, head rolling, “Ahh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck!” She screamed; the sound exploding out of her as her cunt seemed to burst with pleasure. She shook and her back arched, lifting up off of the log, fingers scrabbling at the bark as she came hard, her juices gushing as the monster pleasing her licked them up. He stood again, licking his lips, “This isn’t as bad as you thought, is it, girlie? You taste nice too; better than candy.” The beast reached down to run a finger up his throbbing dick, “Got you good and wet, it’s my turn now.” Ally lay on the log for a few more moments, panting out the last shaking joys of her orgasm and then nodded. “Y-yeah, bring that monster over here.” She sat up slowly, shaking her head and then moved to straddle the log herself, her legs hanging over either side; squirming a bit as her sopping and sensitive sex brushed the fabric and the hard bark beneath it. Part of her mind couldn’t believe all of this; most of all how accepting and even eager she was for it now. But she didn’t really have a choice and so far he’d been surprisingly gentle and giving. Why not enjoy it? It was the best sex she’d had in months so far! He walked up the log a few feet and she gulped nervously as his cock waved from side to side with the motion. Hell, it looked bigger the closer it got! Within moments the red werewolf rod was only inches from her, the pointed head almost poking the junction of her collarbones. Ally licked her lips and ran a hand down his length, from tip to base, the big shapeshifter shuddering at the touch. “It’s hot,” she murmured; in a sexy way, yeah, but in terms of actual temperature it was far warmer than any human dick she’d handled. Her fingers curled about the base, beneath the slight bulge in his shaft, and started to pump his girth. The wolf-man groaned and she couldn’t help but smirk. The tawny haired co-ed looked up at him and made sure his eyes were watching her before she leaned forward, angling his dick upwards and then kissed the pointed tip. He tasted wild and meaty and she licked over the swollen head with a happy coo, liking the taste and wanting more. She ran her head down as far as she could on the left side, her tongue licking at the thick meat of his prink, bathing it with her small, wet, warm tongue. She kissed the bulge in it and then moved up the opposite side, kissing, licking, slurping on his meat to taste and wet him. His groans made her feel a flush of pride and as she came back to the crown of his cock she opened wide and took the head into her mouth. He let out a snarling gasp and his head went back, fingers splayed wide and stiffening at the feeling. Ally moaned around his dick, letting the vibration travel up it into him, before she started to suckle on the head. The monster looked back down at her and another low growl of enjoyment and one of those large hands moved to stroke the top of her head; not controlling her movement or forcing her down, just touching. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked on the thick head and then they both moaned as she slid down to take another two inches of thick werewolf dick into her mouth. Her head bobbled on what she held between her lips, sliding back up to the tip of the crown and then back down the glistening length, taking in maybe a quarter inch more. His growls and groans grew more frequent and more needy as she fed herself more and more and more of his dick, a fraction of an inch at a time. She had half of it in her, lips stretched and sealed tight around his thickness when she felt it hit the back of her throat. Ally gagged on the feral invader; choking briefly before pulling back and off of it, coughing, drooping cords of saliva connecting her lips to the throbbing phallus. She drew in a ragged breath and looked up at him. The werewolf’s expression was hard to read but she could sense both disappointment and…concern? “I’m fine,” she said, “I’m not done with this beast of yours yet, stud.” Before he could speak or give any indication of his feelings about that pronouncement, she opened wide and swallowed him again, his breath exploding out of him as she did so. She closed her eyes, focusing on the texture and taste of the hot, hard, pulsing fuckstick filling her mouth and forcing herself to relax. She pushed it in further, further, felt it brush the back of her throat and the urge to gag rose again. Ally steeled herself and pushed on, slowly, forcing the impulse down and driving the head further into her. Past the back of her mouth…a little more…and into her throat, past the gag point; she moaned, feeling proud and opened her eyes to look up at him again. His expression as stunned and she felt a smirking sense of pride at that look on beast’s features. She pushed herself forward again, sliding more of his thickness into her throat, feeling her neck bulge slightly as it slid into her. Her lips came up against that swollen bulge, which seemed bigger than it had been, and she paused. There was no way she was getting that in her mouth now…but she’d taken almost all of him regardless. She drew back, his spit slicked length glistening in the moonlight as it slipped free of her lips, moving back almost halfway and then swallowing him again to that bulge. Again and again and again she deep throated him; her cheeks concave, spit dribbling out of the corners of her mouth from her messy blowjob, her eyes fixed on his the whole time. The hand on her head suddenly gripped her hair, carefully but firmly, and she let him pull her head back and off of his cock with a wet, sloppy slurp. His chest was rising and falling and his cock was weeping hot pre-cum. He swung one leg back over the log, standing on the trail side of it now, “Bend over.” Excitement and anxiety hit her at once. Oh, God, oh, he was going to fuck her! She was going to get that big, thick, meaty pole in her! If she could take it, anyway. Ally pulled her legs up onto the log and then twisted to fall down the same side he was before hopping back up onto it on her stomach, lifting her ass high into air and spreading her legs, her hands reaching down to brace on the ground. “God, I can’t wait but…go easy at first, stud, okay?” She felt him stepping up behind her, looming over her offered body and then felt one of those powerful hands rubbing her ass before taking a grip on her hip. “Ahh, oh, fuck,” she whimpered as she suddenly felt something hot and slick pressing and rubbing against her slit. She nibbled her lower lip, letting out soft, breathy whines as she felt him rubbing his virile length over her wet lips, lubricating himself further. He pulled away and she gasped as she felt that pointy head probing at her labia and then finding her entrance. It held there for a moment and then pushed into her; stretching her pussy wide and making her eyes screw shut, her mouth open, “AhnnNN! Ohh, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” God! He didn’t stop in his motion; his inhuman cock forcing itself into her tight channel and opening around it. It filled her like she’d never felt; so thick and he was so hot! It felt almost burning as it sank into her depths, more and more and more dick! Fuck! “God, oh, fucking God, you’re so big! You’re fucking huge! You’re a God damn monster!” He chuckled and then pulled his hips back, sawing his length out of her. She let out a long, low groan as he did so, drawing out until the head alone remained inside her. Then he grabbed her hips in both hands and slammed himself in to the hilt. She screamed out in pleasure and a throb of pain as his full member impaled her ; opening parts of her never touched before and filling her deeper than ever. He fucked into her hard again, a third time, before the head of his cock battered past her cervix and into her womb. He let out a throaty growl as she let out a sound that was part moan, part sob. “W-wait, please, let me, ahh, let me get used to you,” she whimpered. The werewolf snarled but did not thrust or pull back again yet. He leaned down over her, his hands leaving her hips to be planted near hers on the other side of the log, the massive monster draping himself over his mate. His furry chest rubbed against her back, warm and strong, and she could feel his breath on the back of her head. She panted for breath, wincing, feeling her tight, hot little cunt adjusting to mammoth invader; the painful pressure reducing, becoming less and less to be replaced with delicious fullness and friction. After a few minutes, she licked her lips and pressed her hips back against him, letting out a soft gasp, “Okay, I’m ready. Fu-Uuuahhh!” As soon as she spoke, he let out a triumphant snarl and his hips drew back and slammed into her once more. She cried out, this time only in joy, feeling him spear into the core of her being. He started to hump her furiously, his pillar shaking inside her, pounding into her insides with each heavy, hard crash of his hips. Monster Fever God, oh, this was so fucking wrong! He was fucking her like an animal! He was an animal, kind of! And she loved it! “Ahh! Yes, God, plow me, hammer me, fuck!” She shook under him, rocked against the log by each fast, furious thrust, her breasts mashed against the bark through the thin fabric of her costume’s cape, the roughness teasing her tits just right. “Fuck me! Make me your bitch for coming here! Uhh, fucking hell!” She shrieked; her body suddenly tensing and quivering. Impossible! She let out a howl, his own joining it a moment later as she came, her toes curling and her fingers digging into the forest floor as pleasure blasted through her. He didn’t pause or falter one bit; just kept pounding into her over and over and over and over again. Relentless and rough, ravaging her pussy in the best way. As she came down, she felt something…something strange. He was swelling inside her, but only part of his cock. That bulge near his base, it was getting bigger! “What…the…fuck?” She gasped as he pulled back again and she jerked back with him, blinking in shock. That bulge! It had grown and it was acting like a plug inside her! He couldn’t pull out! His knot tied in her, the werewolf howled again and continued to pound her cunt, drilling into her, the slap his hips striking hers a staccato rhythm accompanied by their mingling gasps, moans, and cries. Her shock at being knotted died as another wave of hot, smothering pleasure burst over her, making her shriek as she came again. The mighty creature fucked her hard and fast, grunting and growling, his tongue licking over the back of her neck and her hair, drenching her skin with his saliva. God, she felt so dirty, so used, and it felt so fucking great! Another orgasm hit her and she quivered under him from the force of it, her sex gushing as best it could knotted, trickles of juice squirting from her cunt. He fucked her long and hard, making her cum again and again, until she had lost count of her orgasms and all track of time. Her body was slick with sweat and her legs with her juices, her eyes were glazed and vacant, her tongue almost lolling out of her mouth as she panted out her pleasure, primitive grunts and ragged breaths almost all she was capable of. Then suddenly his thrusts stopped as he drilled into her as deep as he could; he threw his head back and he let out an ear-splitting howl that jarred her back to her senses. She felt something hot pouring out of him and into her; a running river of noticeably hot, creamy, feral jizz emptying into her womb. Holy fuck, could he knock her up? She’d never thought of that! She tried to voice her concerns but her words came out as a senseless moan as his cum continued to pump into her. God, he came, and came, and came! She started to feel her belly swelling, as if she’d eaten too much. He lifted himself up off of her, his hands grabbing her thighs and he stood up, lifting her back against him to hold her still tied to him upright and she looked down, staring in shock as her stomach was visibly bulging from the amount of his seed filling her. She shuddered; the pressure, the heat, the fullness, all of it making her cum again, one last time! Ally trembled like a leaf in a windstorm, her eyes rolling back, this last blast of sensation too much, sending her hurtling into unconsciousness as the werewolf’s spunk continued to flood her. “Ah, shit!” Sheena swore as her other heel broke, the busty girl almost falling as it gave way. The other one had broken almost as soon as she’d started running after that horrible noise and she had fallen that time, tumbling through the brush. She’d scrambled to her feet and lunged back into motion, running downhill and into the woods out of the clearing. Going downhill had not been the greatest move either, the ridge sloped sharply soon onto the trail she’d taken and she had actually plunged off of the thin track in the woods, unable to stop her forward momentum. By the time she’d been able to halt herself, she had lost total track of which way the clearing or the trail had been. She felt like such an idiot! She was furious and frightened and overall disappointed. She was going to seduce Greg tonight, finally get him away from that bitch, and now it was all ruined. She leaned down to fully snap the heel off and sighed. And these shoes were ruined too. Of course, if she got lost and starved, that wouldn’t be such a big deal. She wished she had a better sense of direction. The dark haired and voluptuous co-ed kept moving through the dark forest, walking as carefully as she could. She’d heard a wolf howl some time ago, and then again, and some other far off noises but most importantly she heard water. Water meant a river or a stream, and if she knew anything from Greg making her watch Survivorman with him, water always led to people. So she’d kept moving towards the sound of running water and hoping in vain to find one of the others. She was worried about herself, sure, but she was more worried about them. What if Sarah lost her glasses? What if Ally fell and twisted her ankle or something? What if Greg was hurt and needed help? She was even worried about Regina. Not as much, no, but she didn’t want anything really bad to happen to the other girl. Something that was bad in a minor way would be all right though; that sea cow comment had been really mean. But, no, that wasn’t fair of her. She wanted them all to be safe. The sound of the rushing water was getting clearer and louder; she had to be close. Her eyes had gotten somewhat adjusted to the gloom but it was still hard to see much of anything in the blackness of the woods at night. She started to move a little faster, since running water would also mean a break in the canopy and she’d be able to see again. Her foot came down on nothing and the fell forward before she could even try to stop herself, too surprised to even really scream, just a sharp yelp as she tumbled through the air. She had a brief glimpse of something flat and black and moving under her before she hit the river’s surface. Cold like she’d never felt before pierced her and made her lungs seem to shrivel in her body, her breath no longer enough. She managed a brief scream, her arms flailing and splashing the cold water as she tried to stay afloat. No, no, no! She didn’t know how to swim! Despite her mad thrashing, she sank beneath the surface, her eyes bulging in her pretty face, her lips pressed together and trying not to scream again, to hold the little air she had left. The cold of the water stabbed into her like daggers of ice, her muscles stiffening and groaning in protest as she tried to move them to propel herself up again. If she could just get to the surface, lunge close enough to shore to stand! She struggled and strained, managing only to keep herself from sinking further. God, her lungs were burning! Don’t panic; keep fighting. Don’t die like this! God, help her, save her, someone, anyone! She felt something move beneath her; not the flow of water or a rock rearing up but a living thing moving and brushing against her. The realization couldn’t cut through the fear of drowning, just adding a bit more fuel and pushing her closer to total panic. Then an arm went about her waist and she felt a strong body against her; suddenly she was shooting up towards the surface of the water. The night air felt colder than the water had on her skin as she was lifted out if it and she took in a huge gulp of air. Her rescuer had taken them at a diagonal through the water, carrying them towards a nearby grassy bank while surfacing. A second arm went about her and she noticed now that both of them felt warm but not soft or smooth, they were harder than skin and had a strange texture that reminded her of fine scales. Sheena coughed, her eyes closed to keep water from her hair out of them as she was lifted and carried bridal style to shore. She heard legs moving through the water and someone breathing above her. It felt like a man was carrying her; she was being held to a flat and muscular chest. Then she was being set down on the grass and fell to her hands and knees, still gasping down lungfuls of air, her chest heaving. She was safe! She’d been saved! “Th-thank...you...saved me,” she managed in between breaths. She brushed wet hair off her forehead and opened her eyes, turning to smile at her rescuer. Her smile turned into a perfect ‘o’ of surprise and her eyes went wide. The man stood over six feet in height and he had a slender and agile build rather like a swimmer. He was covered in fine scales like a fish, in greens and blues that seemed to shine faintly as the moonlight hit them; thin and wavy fins protruded from the back of his calves and from his forearms, and a ridge of spines with fin stretched between them went up from between his shoulder blades to the apex of the back of his head, tilted forward slightly. On either side of his neck were a set of vertically oriented gills. His face was human-like though he had no nose and the lips around his mouth were thin and on either side of it were long barbels like those on a carp or a catfish. His eyes were very large, big black pupils looking down at her, two sets of eyelids blinking. His fingers were long and there was webbing between them, each tipped with a small but sharp looking claw. His feet were normal sized but the front of them was wider than a human foot and the toes were spaced further apart, with finned webbing between them as well. Sheena’s eyes darted all over his body but ended up fixing on the long organ that hung between his legs. He was a man, all right. The large eyes blinked again and his thin lips parted, “You okay?” He could talk? He could talk! Sheena’s mouth closed and she licked her lips, nodding, “Uh, yes, I think. I’m wet and cold but I’m alive.” She stood up slowly; trembling both from chill and from fear. He was so strange and so alien! Like a movie monster. But she should be ashamed for being afraid of him. He’d just saved her life! “I’m Sheena. Thank you so much! I can’t swim and I thought I was done for.” She smiled at him and felt her cheeks heat a bit as his big eyes boldly traveled over her body. “I’m Jonah.” He shook his head, “It is a joke but I don’t get it.” He gestured back over his shoulder towards the ridge that reared up black and forbidding on the other side of the river. “The vampire women named me that. I’m glad you aren’t hurt, Sheena.” He held her name slightly longer than it would usually be pronounced as if savoring the unfamiliar word. “Thanks to you, Jonah, and it’s nice to meet you.” She licked her lips, glancing at the blackness behind him nervously, “Uh, you said there were vampires?” Holy crap! Of all the places they could get lost in! He nodded, “Yes, but you are safe. They do not hunt humans and they rarely come to the river.” His thin lips moved into a brief, small smile, “They do not like the taste of my blood.” “Oh, that’s…good” she said, not really sure what else she could say. Part of her mind was screaming at her that this was insane, that none of it could be real. However, the rest of her had felt his body and knew it was real. That was no costume. This meant she had no reason not to believe the rest of this was real; she’d probably freak out about it later but right now she felt very composed. Not to mention immensely grateful to the being before her. “Jonah, I don’t know how to thank you for saving me. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do for you but I’d like to show you how grateful I am.” The aquatic humanoid’s eyes wandered over her again and he made a soft, pleased sound in his throat. “There is something. Sheena, you are beautiful.” She blushed then, looking down at herself. In all of the excitement and strangeness of this, she’d forgotten she was wearing the skimpy, sexy mermaid costume! “I have not had the company of a lovely woman in a long time. You are cold and wet and can go no further tonight. Spend the night with me.” His manhood seemed to swell and lift a bit as he spoke, taking a half step closer to her. Sheena gaped at him again, her cheeks rosy red. He wanted to sleep with her? That was…that was…well, she had put her foot in it. But he hadn’t attacked her and he looked like he could have. He was asking. And she couldn’t really go anywhere like this, cold and wet was a bad combination, and what they’d do would heat her up. And he didn’t look bad…strange, but kind of cool too. She did have a kink for monster porn; she had lots of hentai pics on her computer of girls getting fucked by creatures. It would be living a fantasy; one that she’d thought was impossible. She’d wanted to end this night with Greg but it had gone so wrong that was clearly out of the picture. And it had been a long time for her too; more than a year now. She took a deep breath and made her decision. Sheena reached behind herself, her hands busy for a few moments. “Jonah, I think that,” the shell cupped bra suddenly came loose and she pulled it off to let her ample, plush tits bounce free in the night air, “neither of us will forget tonight.” Sheena was often worried about her appearance; whether her waist or her ass was too big but she knew she had fantastic breasts. Jonah stepped forward and reached out, seizing one of her high, soft jugs in each large hand and giving them a firm squeeze that made her let out a breathy, happy yelp. His long fingers hefted and handled her generous mounds; massaging, squeezing, pressing them together. “Oh, you like those big tits, don’t you?” She was blushing but smiling; she felt…sexy, confident, and it was insane that she did, but so was the rest of the night. “Your hands feel so good,” she praised. His hands were strong and warm and the thin scales felt so unusual and tingly on her skin; making his fondling all the more sensual and pleasurable. She loved her breasts being played with and she arched her back to press her chest more firmly into those strong hands. Her small hands moved to touch him, caressing his shapely, firm chest and then running over his thin tapering stomach. Sheena licked her lips and looked up at his face, an impish expression on hers before she took hold of his growing cock with one hand. “Ahh, Sheena,” he groaned, his large eyes closing, breath continuing to hiss softly out of his mouth. His dick felt hotter than the rest of him and she stroked her hand down his length to feel the strange creature’s hardness. His rod bulged on either side of the base and then thinned with a series of five ridges on either side of it after the bulge and before a smooth section of flesh that led to the swollen head, a set of three small ridges at the base of the crown before the head sloped to a rough point. Wow! What would that feel like? It was swelling in her hand as she stroked it; thickening and lengthening and she felt a warm surge in her stomach in answer to it. “Your hands are so soft and warm, they feel good,” he groaned. She giggled, the other hand joining in stroking his cock, one at his base and one just behind the head. “This feels good too. You’ve got such a nice, big dick for me,” she smiled. She couldn’t believe she’d said that. She felt…so free and right! “I want more of it.” She licked her lips and then gave his cock a squeeze before she started to sink down to her knees on the grassy back before the aroused monster. Sheena let go of his cock with one hand, leaving just the one around his base. She felt an excited nervousness as she knelt before Jonah, his hard dick bobbing inches from her face. The volcanology major pumped his dick as she looked up at him and nibbled her lower lip. “It looks so good,” she said, batting her eyes and feeling utterly slutty and wonderful as she did so, “please, Jonah, can I suck it?” Jonah blinked his large eyes, his cock hardening fully at the sight of the buxom human girl on her knees, his dick in her hand. He was surprised by all this; her acceptance was one thing but now she seemed eager for him when she had been afraid before. It was weird but he was not about to refuse her. “Yes, do it. Suck it, Sheena.” She grinned and shivered, feeling so naughty and dirty and loving it. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. He tasted fresh and clean slightly sweet. “Mmm,” she opened wide and took the head into her mouth, her cheeks curving inward as she started to suck on his tip. Funny, she usually didn’t like fish. She moaned around his dick, swirling the crown in her mouth and her tongue around it before running it over those strange ridges at the base of the head. God, it felt so different than a guy’s cock but still good. Giving head was something she enjoyed doing; it felt sexy to do it and she felt that way now, her pussy pulsing in response. As she took another two inches into her mouth, she moaned around his meat, her other hand slipping under her skirt and between her legs to rub at her sex. Her bestial lover licked his thin lips, large eyes half-lidded as Sheena eagerly sucked and slurped at his length. “Uhh, so warm and wet, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, the sound seeming to reverberate deep in his chest. “Keep sucking my cock, pretty Sheena, get, hnn, all you can. So, uhh, so good!” She cooed around his rod at his praise, slipping a finger past her panties and into her pussy. God, this was so fucking hot! His cock pulsed and throbbed in her mouth as she swallowed more and more of it, her lips running over the second set of ridges near his base. She felt a rush of pride; she almost had it all and hadn’t gagged or choked once! Her head bobbed up and down on him, each time moving back to that first group of ridges and then back again to take in just a bit more of his dick. Her tongue was busy the whole time, bathing and tasting his shaft, tracing each sensitive ridge. His hips started to slowly move, feeding his dick to her. She let out a throaty moan; vibrations making him shudder. Sheena relaxed her throat and her body, her lips still sealed tightly around him, letting him pump his length in and out of her mouth. He started off slowly, moving with steady, sliding pulls back until his the ridges of his head were all past her lips and then he would sink back in all the way until her nose rubbed against his body. She was fingering herself madly, loving being used this way, having some aquatic creature take her at his choosing, being such a slut! She loved the taste and feel of his cock as it moved through her mouth and into her throat, down into her neck. Jonah began to pick up the pace, his hips moving faster, fucking her face with shallower, harder motions. He was grunting and groaning and she tasted something new; what must be his pre-cum seeping from the head of his dick and pouring down her throat. She squealed around his meat as she stuffed a second finger into her cunt, her other hand reaching around him to grab his ass and rub the firm, scaled flesh. He suddenly grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her mouth in earnest, gasping and groaning, almost snarling as his rod pumped fast and hard in her, drilling her throat. She sucked as he plundered her mouth; her tongue worshiping the tool that reamed out her face. He pulled out abruptly, his cock coming out with a wet slurp and spattering her face with saliva and pre. Sheena pulled her hands up to her tits, pressing them together and lifting them up, “Jonah, cum on me, please! Give it to me!” He threw his head back and let out a ringing, reverberating bellow and the head of his dick visibly dilated before it shot a jet of hot, smelly, glorious goop onto her offered jugs. Sheena gasped and grinned, “God, yes! Cum! Cover me in it!” His spunk was very warm, far more than his body was, and it was thicker than a human’s, clinging to her tits in a shining layer of translucent spooge. His cock gushed again and again and again; painting her heaving breasts, her collarbones, even her lower neck in his release. He finally stopped after what seemed like minutes, having blasted at least a quart of his steamy, goopy seed onto her. Monster Fever She smiled up at the panting gill man and ran a finger through the ooze, then raised it to her ripe licks and slid it into her mouth. She groaned and licked the digit clean, smacking her lips as she pulled it out, “God, your cum feels so good on me, Jonah, and it tastes even better.” She shifted her legs under her to fully sit on the bank and raised her hands to her tits and started to rub her body, smearing his load all over her pretty, smooth skin and rubbing it into her. “Oh, want it all over,” she cooed. His cock had started to deflate after his climax but seeing the stacked brunette defiling as much of her body as she could cover with his release had his rod rising again in a matter of minutes. Jonah stared at her with a strange glow in his large eyes, “Want it all over?” His voice was throatier, and a bit rougher than it had been before. “Want it inside?” He flexed his hands as if he were holding himself back from some desired action. Sheena looked up at him and bit her lower lip. God, did she ever. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted this monster, this beast-man who’d saved her life, to fuck her brains out. “Yes. I want your cock in me, want your cum in me, so fucking bad, Jonah.” She pinched her nipples and moaned, “Please! God, please, fuck me!” He rolled his shoulders and shivered and then lunged down in a sudden blur of movement and pushed her over onto her back. Sheena’s eyes went wide as those clawed hands dove low and grabbed her skirt. He fumbled with it for a moment and then snarled and his shouldered flexed; the garment tore with a shockingly loud but brief tearing sound, leaving her in her soiled panties alone. He grabbed them with one hand, Sheena crying out as his fingers brushed against her soaked lips, and then he ripped them off with a shrug, leaving only the triangle of fabric under her ass of them as he hurled the shreds aside. Sheena’s eyes were wide; it was like her begging to be fucked and flipped a switch in the man-beast. She felt, for the first time in his presence, a twinge of real fear. Then he leaned over her and his thin, cool lips pressed to hers. The kiss was unexpected but it was sweet and tender at first, growing stronger and more urgent by the moment. She groaned into his lips and parted her own, feeling his thin wriggling tongue enter her a moment later. The kiss broke and his heavy breath was on her face, “I want you, want to be inside you, so much. But I won’t hurt you.” “I know,” she answered in a whisper. “Please, give us both what we want. Fuck me, God, please fuck me.” His hands took hold of her hips and he shifted closer to her; she gasped as she felt the hot head of his rod press against the lips of her cunt. Jonah squirmed, sliding the tip about her until it caught in her entrance and her breath hitched. Then he straightened up and thrust his hips forward; driving his full length into Sheena’s sopping, scorching sex in a single stroke. “FUCK! Ahhh, God!” Sheena cried out, her back arching, legs stiffening from the rough pleasure that blew through her body with his powerful entrance. The ridges of his cock scraped and rubbed her walls in the most wicked, most sinful way, adding further friction to his movements as he started to pump his dick in and out of her immediately. “Jonah, fuck, feels so good, so big, give it to me!” His hips swung, drawing half his length out before he rocked back into her, making her big tits shake and bounce from the force of his thrusts. Jonah groaned and gasped as he filled her over and over, his inhuman rod plunging deep into her wetness, filling and stretching her sweet flesh. “So good, Sheena, hot little human pussy,” he growled. It wasn’t the best dirty talk she’d ever experienced but she liked it. She nodded, moaning anew, “Yes, hot little human cunt for your big dick. Take my pussy, claim it, own it,” she chanted. Her legs lifted and wrapped about his waist, pulling him deeper into her as best she could and making her gasp. Her breath was coming faster, his deep strokes driving her body wild. She could feel tension building in her stomach and she bit her lower lip; so soon? Sheena’s back arched again, lifting her butt and lower back off the ground briefly as she suddenly felt the first wave of blazing pleasure ripple through her. “Ah! Jonah, don’t stop!” She screamed then, wailing in joy, her cunt contracting around the fishman’s dick as she creamed on him. Her pussy all but squirted around him; her legs tightening further about him, fingers clutching grass and ripping it free of the embankment, her eyes screwed shut as she was battered by waves of intense sensation coursing and smashing through her body. Jonah’s hands left her hips, bracing on either side of her head as he changed the angle of his relentless pounding of the co-ed’s sweet sex. The ridged crest at the back of his head was brighter than before, flushed with color, as were the fins on his forearms and calves. The aquatic monster let out a throaty whine, feeling something inside his body start to tighten. Sheena felt something change; his movements were more ridged, his rhythm breaking up. She knew what that meant! “Jonah, you’re going to cum? God, I want you to. Want to feel that hot jizz inside me, filling me up, marking me, making me so warm.” She reached up and grabbed her tits, pulling on her own nipples hard, tweaking and twisting them. “Please cum! Shoot it in me, all of it! Cream my nasty human whore cunt!” He shuddered and thrust hard into her, his huge eyes rolling back towards the top of his head. She gasped and then shrieked, feeling something thick, heavy, and startlingly hot squirt hard into her womb. Her shriek rose and then cut off, Sheena quivering under him as she came again, heels tapping madly on his back from her searing pleasure as she felt jet after jet of the monster’s hot cum spurt into her. He grunted again and again, each sound accompanying another innards splattering rush of spooge. Jonah finally stilled, gasping for breath, his eyes closed. She smiled in weary happiness. Oh, she felt like she was flying! Her legs unhitched from his back and all but fell onto the bank, her arms laying to either side of the near deliriously fucked girl. She laughed weakly. She’d just been fucked by a monster. Jonah moved up off of his hands, slipping them under Sheena and lifting her up, his softening cock still buried in her. She cooed as she felt trails of his warm cum seeping slowly down her legs, “That…was wonderful,” she sighed. “Yes,” he answered, sounding happy but fatigued. From his few explorations out of the river, he knew there was a sheltered hollow nearby. There she would stay hidden and warm the whole night through. “Rest easy, I have taken my reward and you will be warm and safe this night.” Sheena nodded, hugging herself to Jonah and already feeling her weariness and the emotional shock of the night starting to catch up to her. “Thank you. I hope the others…are safe…too,” she murmured. Her eyes slipped closed and her head rested against Jonah’s shoulder as he took her to safety. Sarah sighed as she leaned back against a tree trunk at the edge of the large clearing, the point of her witch’s hat drooping a bit more as if sensing her mood. This was all so wrong and so fucked up. They were supposed to be at the party having fun, finally getting rid of that cunt Regina, and now they were scattered to the winds and lost in who knows where? She felt a flash of irritation, at all of them, but at herself most of all. She should have known better than to run at that noise. She did know better! Even while it was happening, she knew she should stop, knew that getting separated was a mistake, but she just couldn’t keep herself from fleeing. She hadn’t run far and had managed to make her way back to the eerie clearing but by then it was too late. The others were gone and she had no idea which way they’d gone. Greg’s car was there but it was locked and it was Ally who had his spare key. At least it was off so that if one of them got back, they could use it and it wouldn’t idle itself out of gas. But now what should she do? She had watched enough of the survival shows she and Greg liked to know that trying to find the others would be a mistake. Especially in the dark and with coyotes out there; she’d heard that howl. There was a road here, which meant a way back to civilization. However, going off down it would also mean leaving no one here for any of the others who found their way back to find. She chewed on her lower lip. If her phone had signal, it would be a simple matter of calling for help and using the GSP to tell people where they were. But it seemed like this whole area was one big dead zone. She was worried about the others but she didn’t see what she could do that wouldn’t be a mistake. Suddenly she blinked, sniffing at the air. The night was cool and crisp but there another smell on the wind; wood smoke. A forest fire was unlikely, which meant it must be people! Sarah stepped away from the tree cover and out into the clearing proper, turning slowly to see if she could spot the smoke. There was a thin but visible column of it coming from the woods up the ridge and it looked close! People might be able to get help but it would mean leaving here, and if any of the others came back…well, they’d probably know enough to stay at the car. Or see the smoke themselves and head that way. Sarah took out her phone, for the light it cast off since she still had no signal, and walked off towards the curls of smoke that twisted up away from the trees. She walked for probably a good fifteen minutes and was getting more and more creeped out as she went along. She kept hearing things, not nearby, but hearing what sounded like branches snapping and movement in the woods. Nothing close enough to make her worried about her own safety, it all seemed far off, but it was also hard to judge distance in the woods like this. A few times she’d called her friends’ names, but there had been no response. Then ahead she saw a twinkle of light and her heart leaped in her chest. Yes! Light more than anything else meant people! She resisted the urge to rush forward, carefully picking her way towards the light. It would be really dumb to break an ankle now. After another few minutes she came out into a very small and very odd clearing that was filled almost fully by a structure that could only be called a cottage. It wasn’t large at all, though it did sprawl a bit, and it seemed to be made of field stone and mortar. It had a tall stone chimney in the middle of what looked like an old slate roof with a wooden door and shutters that looked very old, bound with iron. The door didn’t have a knob or a clear lock, just a metal ring like it was something out of a fantasy movie. The light she’d seen came from around the closed shutters and smoke was clearly rising from the chimney. Great, she found people but from the looks of things it would be a miracle if they had a car or even an ATV, much less a phone. But it still meant shelter and help. Sarah sighed and started to walk to the door. It opened when she got within about ten feet of it, “Sarah, great!” The delicate looking girl paused, her eyes wide behind her glasses. A tall and beaming woman stood in the door, “I hoped it would be you. Come in, come in! It’s got to be cold in that dress. Love your hat, by the way!” “…Thank you,” Sarah said. How did this woman know her name? Sarah had never heard her voice before, never seen her that she could remember. “Do I know you, miss?” “Not yet! My name is Zenobia, nice to meet you! Please come in, Sarah. It’s chilly out, after all, and I put coffee on.” Sarah warily stepped closer, getting her first look at Zenobia. She looked older than Sarah, though no more than thirty on the outside. Her hair was long, falling down to her ass and it was also a vibrant purple; all over too, no changes in shade anywhere to indicate a dye job. Her lips were a pale lavender color and her eyes were the maroon of red wine. She wore a simple black dress that was deformed by a set of massive tits that seemed to stand out proudly in defiance of all natural laws or weight ratios. She was tall; Sarah coming up only to the level of her majestic bosom. Her eyes were amused and cunning and she smiled, “I thought you’d want something to drink while I told you how I’d brought you all here, sent you running, what’s happening to your friends and all that. You are worried about Ally and Sheena, aren’t you? And Greg? Probably not Regina so much, but you seem like a nice girl, so you might want to know about her too.” Sarah was staring at the other woman now. How did she know all of their names? What the hell was going on? She claimed she had done all this…but how? That didn’t make any sense. “How do you know us? What’s going on? I’m not going anywhere with you, none of this makes any sense at all.” Zenobia sighed, “Well, I’m not taking about it out in the cold. Think of the tragedy if I caught a chest cold!” She turned and walked back into the cottage, gesturing behind her with one hand as if grabbing something, “Come in.” Sarah suddenly jerked forward, the collar of her dress stretched out as it was seized by something that pulled her forward with irresistible strength. Her heels dug small furrows in the brush as she slid along and then they clicked on stone as she crossed over the threshold. The door shut behind her solidly, a thick wooden bar falling into place to keep it closed. “You…that’s…” The warmth that bathed her as she stood in the cottage felt fantastic; sinking into her body and making her want to almost moan. But her blood was chilled by what had just happened. The force that had pulled her inside was gone but she’d never forget the feel of it hauling her in here so easily. “How did you do that?” Zenobia was pouring a black liquid into from a modern looking plastic carafe into a pair of cups. “How do you take your coffee, Sarah?” She either hadn’t heard or was ignoring the question. “Black, thanks,” Sarah said after a few moments. She was looking around what she could see of the cottage; the shelf lined walls, the many labeled jars, vials, and containers on them. They were labeled and while many where normal things like sage or lavender, others were outlandish or impossible like stag ball hairs or werewolf cum. There was also a large shelf with many, many books stuffed onto it. The large main room was dominated by the hearth, upon which a huge metal cauldron sat, filled with some strange looking liquid. She could see a few tables as well, including one that was adorned with old school and more modern chemistry equipment. Sarah wasn’t stupid; she knew well what this set up was supposed to be for. But at the same time, that couldn’t be true. She didn’t want to accept the conclusion this was all pointing at. “You’re…a witch?” “Sure am!” Zenobia set the mugs down on one of the tables and gestured for Sarah to have a seat in one of the antique looking wooden chairs that were around it. “Not to brag but I’m a powerful witch too.” Sarah cautiously came around and sat, taking hold of her mug and looking at it. “I didn’t put anything in there. You said you like it black, right?” The busty witch took a sip of her own, “And most potions only work if the person wants them to anymore, so if I slipped out something it wouldn’t work.” She sighed, “Magic’s changed so much since the old days. It used to be you could curse or enchant anyone without them knowing.” Sarah took a careful sip of coffee and couldn’t help but let out a soft, low, happy sound at the warmth that radiated through her from it. She took a few more before looking at her smiling hostess, “I see.” Magic wasn’t real; she knew that. And yet she couldn’t explain much of what had happened tonight otherwise. The weather conditions weren’t right for fog; especially not fog that both appeared and disappeared so quickly. Regina or she would never have gotten out of the car at the clearing, either of them would have insisted on turning around and just getting where they were supposed to be, but she’d felt a strange curiosity that she couldn’t explain. Then there was that sound and the panic it had raised in them. She’d never, ever been that afraid and put into that primal a reaction. Certainly not for just a loud sound. “I really don’t want to believe that. But once you remove the possible, whatever remains…” She shook her head. Zenobia beamed, “I’m impressed! Most modern folks don’t believe until I do some crazy thing. That’s great and it saves so much time!” The witch leaned back in her chair and took a gulp from her mug, “So, you’ve got a lot of questions, right? Go ahead and ask.” Sarah licked her lips, “How do you know about us? Our names and everything.” Zenobia gestured to the cauldron, “I watched you. Since you all left your apartment; I watch the suites pretty regularly, it’s like my own personal reality show! But when I saw you all leaving…well, I felt like making a little mischief! It’s been forever since I had anyone to play around with and it is Halloween, after all. Tricks are part of the deal.” Sarah shook her head. This was all just some Halloween prank? “You said you could tell me about the others. My friends,” she chewed her lower lip again, “are they all right?” The witch stood up, “Some of them are probably better than all right by now. Let’s see!” She walked over to the cauldron, Sarah standing and following her. The two women moved up, “Just look at the surface. Now, let’s find Greg first.” Zenobia made a sweeping motion over the stuff slowly roiling in the massive pot and there suddenly appeared an image of Sarah’s friend in what looked like someone’s bedroom. There were two women with him, and they were both in various states of nudity and apparently stripping him down as well. The one behind him smiled and Sarah gasped, clearly seeing the long, curving fangs in her mouth. “Looks like he found the vampires; they’ll like him.” She gestured again and the scene changed, now looking overhead at a forest clearing where Ally was running away from a massive wolf. “Oh, my, he doesn’t like people coming onto his turf. Hope they can work it out.” She gestured once more and the scene changed to a river back and a bizarre fishman carrying a wet and coughing Sheena out of the river. “Jonah’s a pretty good guy, all in all, but he does like the ladies.” One more sweeping motion and the view was darker, Regina visible carefully moving through what looked like a cave. The cave was strewn with bundles of stringy stuff that looked chillingly like webs and behind her as she walked, her pretty face in a furious frown, six long, articulated legs moved something that could not be seen closer and closer to her. “Oh, my.” Zenobia’s voice sounded a bit surprised and for the first time, a bit shaky. She gestured a final time and the cauldron surface was just water again. Sarah was staring in shock. Her friends were all captives of monsters! Monsters were real! Zenobia shrugged, “Well, Sheena will be all right, anyway. The girls might decide to keep Greg or get carried away and drink too much…but they’re very good people, really. It would be accidental.” The co-ed paled; her eyes widening behind her glasses. “Ally might be able to talk her way out of it but he really doesn’t like strangers in his territory and it is a full moon, hmm. Regina…well, you didn’t like her much anyway, right?” Sarah turned her heart-shaped face to the witch, her expression stricken. “You’ve got to help them! Please! You can, right? Use your magic to make sure they’re not hurt. Please!”