Monster Sex Stories (7 page)

His
cock throbbed at the sight of her but he hung back. Most humans died
after mating with gods. Then again, he was a demigod so she had a
chance, he thought, a grin growing on his face. Picking up his flute
he moved closer as the other humans began to weave their way back to
their village.

Lania
trembled with fear as the wind began to blow. Oddly enough it sounded
like a faint little melody. Her fingers scrabbled at the knots and
she cursed soundly, words she had heard her father and brothers use
and would never have dared to say if they were anywhere around for
fear of certain reprisal.

She
stopped digging at the knots, her senses reaching out to the
darkness. There was no wind, she realized. Her skin was untouched by
a breeze, no trees or flowers moved.

The
tune she heard wasn’t the wind blowing through the reeds but,
rather, an actual tune.

Her
breath caught in her throat and she felt dizzy as she saw the figure
coming toward her. It was a man, or something like a man at any rate.
His face was handsome, all chiseled angles and full sensual lips
under a head full of black hair.

But
there were horns jutting out from his high forehead and while he had
powerful shoulders and a trim waist and flat abs he had hairy back
legs that could only be called goat-like. That wasn’t all, from
his naked groin swung an enormous penis, fully engorged.

Lania
screamed. She nearly dislocated her wrists trying to get away. Her
feet pressed against the ground and she literally attempted to raise
herself up the tree, to climb it while bound to it. In any other
circumstances she would have found that amusing but faced with the
goat-man she saw nothing at all funny about her plight.

Pan
was slightly stunned as no human had ever been able to resist his
pipes. His interest was piqued even more by that. He drew closer and
began to dance for her, doing a little strutting step designed to
show off his powerful hindquarters and cock. She didn’t seem
impressed; in fact she shrieked at him at then spat.

The
spittle missed him. He stared at her, bemused. Her rage put color in
her face, heightening her beauty. That beauty inflamed his lust and
he waggled his heavy organ at her. That didn’t get the reaction
he expected either. Instead she screamed at him to put that organ
inside himself. That confused him, if he could do that he wouldn’t
have to spend his time chasing down nymphs and trying to impress her.

Angry
and a bit outraged Pan walked up to her and Lania stopped screaming
mid-yell. His face held her spellbound: he had humorous blue eyes
that contrasted with his black hair in a very appealing way. His lips
were curved into a smile that was as sardonic as it was hopeful. A
musky scent radiated from him, as sexy as it was strong.

“
Let
me go,” she said in her most imperious tone.

He
drew closer and she shrieked as he stuffed his face into the junction
of her thighs and drew a long and appreciative breath. His hands were
long, the fingers slender. They were also incredibly strong, proven
by him grabbing her robe and ripping it from waist to heel. The
jeweled girdle kept it from tearing and exposing her breasts. He
remedied that by snatching it off and tearing the robe the rest of
the way before stepping back to appreciate the sight of her body.

The
moon glowed down on her lush curves, pinpointed the pink tips of her
nipples and the slightly darker aureole. Pan’s eyes went to the
thick mat of coarse black culrs at the junction of her thighs and one
of his slender fingers glided across her there, stopping her heart
momentarily.

Lust
snakes its way into her belly. She drew a long fiery breath and he
came closer, prancing and tossing his head. The starlight threw
sparkles off of the curved horns at his forehead and she stared,
utterly fascinated, at his large prick. It was too stiff to undulate,
instead it jutted up and out an angle and she had the absurd desire
to simply lick it.

Her
nipples hardened as he tossed the flute to one side and began to
stroke that rigid member. Shudders wracked her body and her inner
thighs clenched together tightly as she sought some relief from the
building pressure within her pussy.

It
was a pleasant sensation, that pressure, and when she crossed her
legs it increased. She cried out in surprise and pan grinned, coming
closer. His nose twitched as he caught the scent of her arousal. He
let out a low bleat that made her pussy go hot and liquid. Her hands
twisted helplessly against the tree and her back scrubbed against the
bark. The rough pain heightened her passion and when he stood before
her, his cock trembling, she opened her legs with an involuntary
moan.

Pan
didn’t need any more of an invitation. She grabbed her legs and
raised them off the ground. Lania hung there, her back and ass pinned
against the tree, her legs held tightly in his powerful grip. His
cock slid up against her wet tunnel’s opening. She looked down
in time to see it moving past her outer lips to the pink inner flesh.

Pan
thrust forward, too eager to have her to wait. Lania gave off a
chilling scream of pure pain as his cock filled her pussy, stretching
her walls around his throbbing length. Pain faded quickly, replaced
by a pleasure tainted only a tiny bit by a slight burning sensation
that came and went with each thrust.

Soon
she was arching and thrusting her hips against his, the feel of him
inside her making her cry out. His mouth went to her nipples, he
sucked and teased them. His talented tongue and teeth forced the taut
buds into even higher peaks.

The
friction became even more intense as he changed the angle of his
penetration by pushing her legs even forther back. Her breath came in
hard sharp inhales and exhales as her exposed mound was pummeled
again and again. She closed her eyes, her mouth forming a rounded O
as squirmy sensations built inside her and then a desperate need
arose as well.

She
had never felt anything like it, she just knew it was due to the cock
plunging into her slit and she wanted more so she began to move
faster, encouraging him to do the same. Her cries echoed across the
dark hillside and soon his grunts answered hers.

Lania’s
pussy gave a strong spasm and a gush of fluid spilled from her. She
cried out, her muscles locking into rigidity and her heels hooking
around his waist to hold him captive to the clenching and unclenching
muscles of her channel.

Pan’s
cock gave a hard twitch and thick white seed shot into the human’s
pussy. The air was filled with the smells of their sex: sweat and
semen and sweet women’s fluids. He rested his head against her
slightly dropping breast, careful not to implae her with the tip.
Women hated that when it happened. Some even died from it. He decided
he did not want to lose the one he had ahold of at that moment, she
was the first ever to be able to take the entire length of his cock
without protest.

In
fact it seemed as if she had enjoyed it.

Pan
decided at that very moment to keep her. He was sick of chasing
nymphs. They always wanted to turn themselves into trees or reeds or
some other such nonsense. It was aggravating as hell, to say the
least. The human couldn’t run away, or at least she wouldn’t
get very far if she did.

Lania
was dazed. The incredible orgasm had taken a toll and she sagged
there, her wrists aching with strain while Pan mulled over his plan.
Finally he untied her. Pins and needles exploded in her arms and she
howled as she rubbed them. He noticed that and led her to a soft
mossy covered rock near the water. He used signs to tell her down
there.

Lania,
not sure what was happening and too drowsy to protest, curled up on
the moss.

Pan
went into the stream and came back with watercress, which he laid to
one side. Next he gathered some very ripe berries and a handful of
edible lichens and toadstools. He added in nuts and a large green
leaf that he was particularly fond of and took it all back to where
she lay.

Lania
looked up at him, not comprehending what he was trying to do. He held
out the mushrooms and she reluctantly took one. To her surprise it
was quite good, almost nutty in flavor. He pounded the nuts together
with the berries and made a kind of paste he stuffed into the leaves
and offered her one while taking the other for himself.

The
simple fare revived her. She sat up, her eyes examining the darkly
shadowed forest. The trees dipped their long limbs low and the grass
was soft and spongy. When he directed her to step into the stream
she did. Pain had settled into her nether regions and she sighed
blissfully when the cool waters soothed it away.Nightbirds sang and
she wondered why she been afraid to be alone at night, it wasn’t
frightening at all.

Or,
at least it wasn’t with her companion beside her. She pointed a
finger at her chest,

“
Lania.”

“
He’s
Pan.”

She
jumped and screamed. Spinning around she found herself face-to-face
with a devilishly handsome man wearing a black tunic with a gleaming
hauberk over it. His long and muscled legs were bare and his feet
wore sandals of fine leather.

“
Who
are you?”

“
I’m
Mars.”

“
Mars?”
An incredulous laugh spilled from her lips. “Someone named you
after the god of war? What were your parents thinking?”

“
That
I would be the god of war I suppose.” The answer held sarcasm
and his black eyes, as deep and lightless as onyx, held a challenge.

Pan
knew the challenge and thought, briefly, about accepting it. However,
looking at Mars’ powerful biceps and the sword he carried at
his waist he decided that chasing nymphs wasn’t such a bad idea
after all.

The
last Lania saw of him he was bounding over hedges. “Coward!”
she yelled but if her name calling him hurt his pride it didn’t
slow him down any.

“
Come
here.”

“
Fuck
you.” Lania retorted.

His
black brows knit together in a furious line, “You dare say that
to me?”

“
You
have no idea fo what kind of day I’m having.” Lania
snapped. “My kingdom was taken by enemies, I walked for weeks
only to end up in a village where it seems everyone is either sick or
crazy and I just had sex with what I think was a satyr.”

“
Actually
he’s a demigod. And a satyr. Still if you have to have sex with
one go for the most powerful.”

“
He
didn’t look so powerful fleeing for his life.”

“
They
never do.” Mars commiserated. “Your kingdom was taken?”

There
was a glint in his eye when he asked. She told him about the invading
army and he listened and when she finished he said, “You were
set out as a sacrifice to the gods but you are supposed to be
willing. IF you weren’t here of your own will, as you say, then
you owe nothing else.

“
However,
perhaps you would be willing to trade for a little vengeance.”

Her
ears perked up. “What do you mean?”

“
If
you want to I will strike you a deal. I want you, I want your body
for an hour. In return I will give you a weapon that will strike true
and strong. With it in your hands you need never fear any man. What
do you say?”

“
It’s
a deal.” Lania said promptly.

“
Come
over here then.”

She
went to him and he told her to get on her knees. Unsure of what was
going to happen next she was a bit astonished when he pulled her head
closer to him and then pulled his cock from under the bottom of his
tunic.

It
was long and smooth, ridged with a heavy blue vein that ran across
it. The helmet was swollen and purple and the shaft ended in a nest
of jetty curls that furred his upper thighs as well. He put one hand
on his cock and the other on her head. His cock came closer to her
lips, tapped against them. Automatically she opened her mouth.

His
cock filled her throat with heated weight. She had to struggle to
breathe and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. His hisp
bucked and jerked, his fingers holding her captive to his thrusts.
She caught the rhythm of it and began to enjoy it as well. A stirring
in her own crotch made her aware of just how exciting she found
sucking his prick.

Mars
was aware of her enjoyment as well. Her mouth tightened around him
and her tongue flickered along his shaft. Pleasure made his toes curl
and he withdrew fully only to thrust harder and more deeply into her
mouth.