Beastiality Stories Novels & Stories

Him was a pastor who was counselling. Mr. Gomez cleared his throat. " Em Doctor Tom right? I heard you have soon information about the beast and I'll be glad if you tell us all you know, we lost souls day after day, the beasts derives joy in making children orphans and make women widows and that's really bad, so if you have something that can help us forward please do ." .Mr. Gomez said. Doctor Tom heaved heavily. Saying the truth was now a problem as he knew the consequence that might follow.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

There was something about this city that made her feel even more out of place than usual. As she passed a small market square, Asha overheard fragments of conversation: *“Werebeasts have been sighted again. The hunters say they’re growing bolder, more aggressive. It’s only a matter of time before they reach the city.”* Her heart sank. Werebeasts. The very creatures she had been searching for, but not just any werebeasts. The unnatural ones—the ones who had been twisted by blood magic and dark experiments.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

"You might suspect me a liar, but I am not. I have talked with Adril and some healers from around the free cities. They encountered a case of animal attacks, claws, bites, torn and shredded skin, and broken and ripped bones. Those could be cured, if not for one common illness that comes with it. And eventually, these victims grew mad, and madder each day pass until they have either been killed by the virus, or by their own hands ripping their throat." I listened only, trying to wrap my mind around what he had said. These stories are spoken in the streets of the wet markets, bringing horror and panic to the common folk. I thought it was just false stories meant to stir the people's fright, es

~Another animal attack has been reported in the west side of the forest of Mystic Hills. This is the third attack in a week. Doctors are claiming that the claws of these animals are larger than that of the bears found in the surroundings of the west woods. It’s been reported that the bodies were torn really brutally into pieces. Police has sealed the areas where previous attacks had taken place. Before this week, the previous attacks took place during the same time last month. Some religious experts are claiming that this is the part of some satanic rituals. Others are claiming that old demons are back to town to take the revenge from humans.

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?

I will be a liar if I said that I didn't enjoy what transpired between us. Even as I stood if front of the dinning, I was still nervous, I breathed in deeply and forced my legs inside. I arranged the food on the table, satisfied with my work, I wondered if he my arrangements will make him smile. I stood aside with my head bent as I felt his presence. He was far away but yet I felt his power around me and I was forced to bend my head in complete submission. Without raising my head, I knew that everyone else in the room felt his power and had their head bent in total submission. We were all the least group of people in this pack, the servants so we were supposed to be submissive. I don't know

My last sex was probably six months ago, so I feel so dry. One time, when Tito was masturbating, he caught me looking at him. I was touching myself, too that time, which is why I was so embarrassed. We stared at each other while he moaned and moved his hand up and down on his big cock while looking at me. I run into my room. But that doesn't end there. I'm always on my own and I always peek at Tito whenever he jerks off. There are times when Mommy comes home so I stop peeking at her for a moment. But one time, while I was fucking myself in the middle of the night, my door opened and Uncle Albert came out.