1. Self Fulfilling Nightmare


    Date: 10/29/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Death, Horror, Monster, Murder, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Violence, Author: tw_holt, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s note: This one gets a little weird. I implore you to read until the end. Everything will make sense at the end. You’ll see. Edited by: Todger65 Self Fulfilling Nightmare Chapter 1 Mi’elle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her naked, sweaty body was shaking, coming down off another orgasm. The campfire outside the entrance of her tent was still going strong, illuminating her muscular body with a faint orange glow. Her long black hair dripped sweat onto her toned ass. The man Mi’elle was straddling, cupped her breasts, sat up and kissed along her neck. She needed this. She needed to feel a man inside her. It had been far too long. Mi’elle was nearly done with her long journey home to her beloved. Oh how she missed him! He would understand her desires, her need for sex during their occasional bouts many days apart. Their love was like no other, one-of-a-kind, unconditional. Mi’elle wondered if he’d taken a temporary lover in her absence. If so, she would meet her and thank her for taking care of her beloved. The man smiled, bringing Mi’elle’s mouth to his own, their tongues invading each other’s mouths again. He broke the kiss, leaning back, his hands gliding over Mi’elle’s washboard stomach. “Good?” “Very. I must admit, Ul’sses, I’m getting tired. I have a long journey before me,” Mi’elle said, looking into the man’s dark eyes. His thumb rubbed her lips. There was something odd about this man. Skin as dark as his eyes, braided black ...
    hair, a perfectly sculpted, muscular body, he didn’t just fuck her; he made love to her. The odd part is that they recently just met – shortly after Mi’elle set up camp for the night. Her horse, Perfection, usually neighed when strangers approached. The stallion was quiet, somewhere in the woods behind the camp, presumably grazing. A shirtless Ul’sses entered her camp, hands raised, apologizing to Mi’elle, asking her to put her two-handed sword down. There was a calming aura about him. She could see he meant no harm. Ul’sses claimed he saw an unusual sight and that as a druid, he had to make sure the forest was protected. Mi’elle believed him, apologizing for drawing her weapon. They sat, talked about her journey home, and shared a small dinner. When Ul’sses made to take his leave, Mi’elle invited him to stay. A sweet and gentle smile came over his face while watching Mi’elle remove her bulky armor in her tent. Several hours later, Mi’elle sweaty and exhausted, countless orgasms having washed over her, moved in front of Ul’sses. She turned around, presenting herself to him, nodded over her shoulder. “Are you sure you want me to finish?” he asked, having lasted hours without cumming. “Yes,” Mi’elle chuckled. “I need some sleep before I start my journey through the valley.” Ul’sses frowned, looking down, “I understand.” Mi’elle rose up, looking over her shoulder at Ul’sses. She kissed him, slowly savoring one another. It felt so natural, like they knew each other for years. Back on ...
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