1. Ancient Enemy pt.1


    Date: 10/2/2016, Categories: Fiction, Alien, Hardcore, Teen, Masturbation, Monster, Rape, Violence, Author: wolf_dreamer, Source: sexstories.com

    She leaned against the wall letting the steaming water wash away the unclean, oily feeling on her skin. Her bright green eyes stared, unseeing, as the twenty one year old druid focused her thoughts on the prophetic dream. The dream had been dark and hazy. The images had rushed past in an incongruent jumble. Brianna blinked her eyes and brushed a water straightened lock of her normally curly auburn hair off her lightly freckled cheek. The dream had been to chaotic and unclear. The images had come to fast and to clouded for her to completely unravel its meaning. The hot water had washed away the soiled feeling of the dream, turning her pale, freckled skin pink in the process. Despite the heat, a cold chill ran through her slender, athletic body as she thought of the dream's one clear message. An awesomely powerful and ancient being had stirred from it's home on a higher plane plane of existence. It was extremely dangerous and it was coming to play. ***** "Hurry up Heather," the nineteen year old coven leader demanded, tapping the toe of her knee high, stiletto heeled boots impatiently. "Coming Miranda," Heather replied submissively, swinging her legs over the wrought iron fence and dropping to the ground awkwardly. "Bout time," Miranda huffed. "Sorry Miranda," Heather apologized, embarrassed by the lack of grace and athleticism in her eighteen year old full figured body. "Whatever," the pretty blonde said dismissively. "Let's go, it's almost midnight," she said, turning ...
    abruptly. Heather bent over, retrieving the back pack she had tossed over the fence before making her less than picturesque climb. She slung the straps over her shoulders as she started walking deeper into the old cemetery, hurrying to catch up. "Are the other girls coming," Heather asked, trying to make conversation. "Those bitches better be set up and waiting already," Miranda answered brusquely, her tone indicating she didn't want to talk. Heather took the hint and resigned herself to silence. Feelings of jealousy, admiration and hidden lust filled the shy, chubby and secretly bisexual teen as she snuck discreet glances at the girl next to her. Miranda's creamy skin and golden hair glowed in the light of the full moon. Her fishnet clad legs carried her in long, purposeful strides. Her full, perky breasts bounced alluringly above the low cut bodice of her short black dress with every step. With frizzy, mouse brown hair, a build she didn't know how to utilize and a face that was more pleasant than pretty, Heather felt drab by comparison. She brushed at her black t-shirt and the front of her jeans self consciously. "Let's get started," Miranda said as they entered the area prepared by Becky and Liz, the two other members of the coven. They moved into position quickly, none of the three wishing to incite Miranda's wrath. The air was redolent with the smell of burning incense as Miranda led the rituals, giving praise to and asking favors of their deity. Heather, still chanting, looked ...
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