I’ve always been a bit of a pervert, and I’ve always dreamed of situations involving beautiful women of fantasy; Girls with attributes and characters far superior to those of reality. I’d never considered relations with “monsters”, in fact I found such stories disgusted me. However, my mind was changed severely a couple days ago, when I discovered my gift and stumbled across my first abomination…
It was dark, and I was walking home around the outskirts of a park. Eager to get home, my mind was racing with thoughts of juicy faerie lips wrapped around my hardening cock. She was of short stature, reaching just below cock level at full stand, with golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I imagined her dazzling blue plates gazing lovingly into my eyes as she slowly and repeatedly inhaled my length down her throat and to its base, and back out to the tip. Cum and spit dripped rapidly from the sides of her mouth and out of her nose as she picked up the pace, my cock pushing firmly past her tonsils.
I hear a howl, which breaks my concentration. After coming to the conclusion that it was probably just a dog or wolf nowhere near me, I continued on my way. Back in reality, I cursed the universe for not providing me with the world of my fantasies. With every fiber of my being, I wished to merge reality with fantasy. No… I commanded it! Emboldened and a little turned on by my own assertiveness I headed to a darker path seldom traveled, unzipped my pants and began masturbating. “Why shouldn’t I control anything? Why can’t control I my fantasy, or my reality? Fuck this, I’m taking control!”
Pre-cum oozed to the soil as I stroked myself rapidly as I imagined taking the faerie by her head and forcing my cock down her throat, raping one of the many beautiful, gentle creatures I usually adore. Moments later, I felt a very cold object begin to wrap around my ankle. Close to climax, I paid it little mind and continued tending to my swollen member. Shortly, another cold object wrapped itself around my other ankle and I began to hear rustling of leaves and what seemed like unearthing of soil.
I looked down, and froze. From the soil where my pre-cum had been drooling, a very pale human-like creature had begun pulling itself from the soil by my legs. As she pulled herself closer, I identified her as being very similar to my idea of the faerie, except very pale/colorless skin, pitch black hair and blood red eyes. And she seemed… Dead. This was nothing more than a disgusting abomination of the creatures I loved dearly, and I felt a sickly pain building up in my gut.
My cock shrank quickly, and the pre-cum formerly residing in my urethra dripped down from the tip. To my surprise, the monster quickly reacted by opening her mouth and catching it on her tongue. After a horrifying noise which I could only imagine was some twisted, zombie-like moan of satisfaction, she planted both palms firmly on the ground and began pulling her torso further from the ground. Her face was now directly level with my cock.
Though I’d always been disgusted by the idea of any sexual with act with anything of this abomination’s caliber, the similarities to my imagined faerie and the monsters… Decent looks had me somewhat intrigued. She was clearly of the living dead, however there were no signs of rotting or hunger for brains. In fact, she seemed to be craving something much sweeter.
Interrupting my worried contemplation, I felt an ice cold brush across my cock. She’d begun rubbing her cheeks along the length of my shaft. Before I could react, she stuck out her tongue and began guiding my flaccid member into her mouth. In contrast to her icy skin, her mouth was actually quite warm; Warmer than any human female’s I’ve ever experienced. My cock began to harden, each heartbeat increasing my length and girth. I could feel my swelling shaft filling her mouth and throat, stretching her rather tight orifice.
I hear a soft whisper in my head, almost confusing it with the wind, “Control me”. I look down at her puzzled, to see her eyes locked into mine. Again, I hear “Control me… Master. I am your fantasy. I am your reality.” My plea with the universe seems to have been answered. Although, my fantasy seems to have been tainted in its bringing to reality. Was this the work of Mother Nature? Or something much more sinister? I broke my train of thought and realized the creature had been at my feet with my cock pulsing violently in her mouth for minutes now, waiting. Her gaze had never strayed from me.
Apprehensively, I placed my hand behind her head. Her hair was thick and dry, soil scattered throughout. As I slid my cock from her mouth, she let out another horrendous groan that seemed sadder this time; As if she had already begun missing the taste of my cock filling her throat. I could see my sweet pre drooling from my head and down to her tongue. I was very surprised at how horny this had me.
Wasting no more time analyzing, I plunged deep into her throat. No more moans or groans, she just gazed into my eyes, her deep red eyes seeming to stare into my soul and calculating my desires. Obediently, she sat eager to please. I continued barreling my throbbing cock down her slick throat. I could feel her hot tongue wagging across the underside of my shaft and flicking out to graze my balls as my base slammed into her chin.
Ropes of sticky spit and cum bridged the air between my pelvis and her cheeks as I slammed harder into her mouth. The sight and sensations were too much for me to bear any longer. I moved my other hand to the back of her head and shoved my cock as far back into her throat as I could force. My cock widened and convulsed as I pumped load after load of my thick, creamy seed down the back of her throat. She slobbered at my sac under my shaft and continued her unbreaking gaze as I unloaded the rest of my cream.
Satisfied, my cock shrank and popped out of her mouth as it shriveled back to its flaccid size. Strings of cum followed, which she eagerly licked and cleaned from my flesh. I heard another howl, but this was closer and behind me. I whizzed around to check for any danger, but saw nothing. It was too dark. Turning back to finish with my new creature, I found that it too had vanished. All that remained in its place was a few droplets of cum and upturned earth. Pulling up my pants, I decided to run home and contemplate what had just happened. Do I really have control over fantasy and reality? Did that really happen? Have I gone insane?
When I got home, I found an email from somebody I didn’t recognize. There was no email address; The only identifying name was listed as “Baal”. Opening the email, I found a picture that had seemingly been taken in the midst of my encounter. I am attaching the picture to this post and if I receive any more in the future, I will be posting them as well.
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