| I was sitting at my desk, supposed to be finishing a uni essay, when my sight drifted across a fantasy model I had painted in the past, resting on my shelf. Before I had enjoyed Beastiality, I had never looked at it and experianced the sudden thoughts that my mind received, but now, looking at what it represents, it sent my mind into idea mode. So I quickly typed up this story, in what I hope will be the first of many, and decided to show it to those I hope enjoy it.Its just a prologue at first. Its meant to be taken in the fantasy genre (You know, sword, sorcery ect that kind of thing), and once I again, if you have any constructive critism just say. Any comments are welcome.I have not proof read it, so please forgive any spelling errors.A Woman and her Steed.The sharp, sub zero wind that brushed off the snowy mountain tops carried with it more than chill. Floating through the cold breeze was a melody as like wine to the ears: sweet and tasteful, a sound to be heard until the end, a melody sung by a sky-throated singer. The sound was of a woman, her clearly authoritive voice no longer exercising power, but moaning. Like a songs rhythm, her strong throat moaning and grunting with leisure.Half way up a crag, snow filled mountain, barely a stone throw away from the moderately travelled road, a woman and her steed – if it could be called that – were sharing an experience akin to the intimacy between two lovers. The steed’s coat was as black as the night sky that glistened with stars above, its powerful hind legs thrusting its hips forward to drive its thick, meaty member into its beloved rider, who was bent over a stone wall under neath it. The steed’s burning crimson eyes glowed with an inner fire as it relished in pleasuring its mistress first, then itself: the teeth in its maw more akin to fangs stretched almost as if the hell-steed were trying to replicate a human grin. Why wouldn’t it? The human woman he was driving his thick dick deeper and deeper into was a fine example of female, her long, wavy raven colors hair hanging past her naked, toned shoulders and past her firm C cupped breasts, the melon shaped pair bouncing back and forth tantalizingly with each thrust of the steeds hips. Juices ran down her athletic legs, sometimes trickling down from her pussy and into the neatly shaved triangle of black pubic hair that rested nicely just below her groin line. The musk of sex stained the air, driving the felsteed fucking the beautiful female to thrust harder, the wet sucking sound its meaty cock made as it drilled her pussy serving as music to the womans ears, hers moaned words of encouragement causing her mount to truly give her the fucking of her after-life. Faster and stronger, the creatures testicles – the size of a mans clenched fist – slapped against the womans beautifully perky arse, the result of thousands of lifetime squats, in its fanatical throes of rooting its owner. The anticipation of an impending climax between the womans legs grew to match the size of the dick being thrust in and out of her vagina, the tingling sensations running up her arched back as she parted her feet to a further width, her strong gauntleted hands gripping the stone wall she was bent over, breaking off bits of the loser quarry, such was the pleasure she was experiencing. From her throat came moans of ecstasy that sounded as delicious as only a woman could make them, each moan matching the bounce forward and back her shapely tits made, her erect, light brown nipples making a 360 motion in sync with her boobs movement. The felsteed snorted, its breath becoming white air in the chilling night air, its black balls tightening with a humanistic pleasure that gave rooting its own rider such a privilege: that it got to screw a woman men could only dream of bedding, on a daily basis. The sensation in the gentials of both rider and riden became to much, the felsteed thrusting wildly as it pumped a litre of hot white horse-juice into the woman underneath it, her tightly stretched pussy squirting the cum down her legs and onto the ground below when her inside became to full. The woman herself arched her back, her full lips moaning to the moon as if she were a primal beast in heat herself, her cunt constricting considerably around her lovers thick dick, like she were gripping it with her bare hands and squeezing as the hot sensation rippled over her body, causing her to buck her hips back in her orgasm induced seizure, after which her torso fell forward, pressing her boobs tightly against the stone wall. Offering a few last, weak thrusts into its mistress, the felsteed pulled back, with an intelligence above that of a normal horse it picked its front heavy hooves off the stone wall, and backed away from the woman it had just screwed for the time that would require 4 digits to count. The woman slid down to her knee’s, turning herself over so that she was sitting on the dusty ground, knee’s wide apart, head tilted back, a large puddle of horse cum and pussy juice gathering at the centre of her open legs and collecting steadily on the ground. Remaining in that position, the woman opened her eyes, the striking blue irises settling squarely on her lover: a black, fiery tempered steed that one of the ‘faithful’ would swear came from the depths of hell itself. But to her, it was the best damn f*** in all the lands. Never could a woman find a human man that was as both a great lover and as loyal.Smiling at her steed of hell, the creature sensed its mistresses desires, moving up to her slowly, leaving footprints larger than those left by the finest of human stallions. It ducked its fearsome head down, bringing a fang filled maw down to his owners groin: out of its mouth slithering a tongue as broad as the womans hand, forked like a snakes. It took long, surprisingly gentle laps at her freshly f***** pussy, pleasuring the woman further as she stroked the creatures broad, tough head. Above her pussy, that was receiving excellent attention, the womans finely toned stomach was the slight color of red and pink, from its time pressed against the top of the crumbled stone wall and rubbed back and forth as her devil horse satisfied her appetite for another night. Stroking her ebon mane away from her face with an armoured hand, the striking woman clicked her tongue once, issuing to her mount that she had been satisfied for one night. Obeying the steed pulled back, the fire of passion in its burning crimson eyes matched only by the length of its black cock-monster, which still stood to attention underneath its stomach, hungry for more pussy.Standing up on lovely, toned long legs, Scyla approached her clothing and weapons that had been dumped in a pile a few feet away. The cold air kept her light brown nipples erect, and the moon’s light illuminated her athletic, lightly tanned body. Tall for a woman, Scyla stood out as one marked for greatness. That greatness, it seemed, was mimicked in her sexual appetite that no man could satisfy. Reaching the pile of her belongings, the delicious woman picked up a set of clothing designed to cover her breasts and the top part of her stomach when she felt a large, cold nose rub against her back. Smiling a smirk that had the warmth of ice, the strikingly handsome woman turned to face her steed, the evil in its eye almost matching Scyla’s own. The fearsome visaged beast relished in the fresh attention she granted it, ducking its head to nibble slightly on one perfect, light brown nipple. “That’s enough for you for one evening…” Scyla spoke, her voice demanding respect from all who heard it. She was a chauvinist’s nightmare.The steed pulled its fangs away slightly, so that it could give her left boob a decent lick from its rough, forked tongue. “Always hungry.” The commanding woman muttered the way a guardian would about a child, her full lips still arched in that cold smile that could send shivers down the spines of mortals. Her blue eyes met his eyes of fire, the understanding and bond the two shared unexplainable by even the most liberal of the time. As if speaking with the creature with only her mind, and having come to the conclusion, the beautifully figured woman turned around, her long hair swaying with her movements as she parted her feet to shoulder width and bent over, resting one armoured hand on the corner of the ruined stone wall as she looked back over her shoulder to her approaching mate. “Just once more”With that, her steed mounted her once again, the womans ability to support the creatures weight without collapsing to the ground hinting at her strength, the size of the cock that quickly sought out and drilled into her pussy hinting at her strength even more so. This post has been edited by DeklanC on Jun 5 2006, 12:54 PM |
