A Night of Sweet Treats and Deflowering: The Confessions - part 1.  Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for two on Halloween. by  MoonlitOpal. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we’d brought from home. “It’s such a gorgeous day,” I sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in the cool, crisp air. “Soon it’s going to be freezing,” Sam said. We’d been working together for almost a year, long enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. “Then there will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We’ll be stuck inside the cafeteria for months.” I knew he was right, but I wouldn’t let thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I’d packed for dessert. Though I knew Sam didn’t share my love of sweets, I offered some to him anyway. He shook his head. “No, thank you.” “Oh, come on!” I insisted. “It’s almost Halloween! It’s practically tradition to eat candy corn this time of year.” He looked at me with an amused smile, and I couldn’t help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach. Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so expressive they could make a girl’s heart melt. His dark hair seemed in constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through it and brush it back from his face. “My family never celebrated Halloween,” Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents were extremely religious. Sam didn’t strike me as particularly devout, and I got a sense that his lack of faith had caused a rift between him and the rest of his family. “It’s just like any other day to me,” he went on. I loved Halloween, though being a shy introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom’s house, where we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I’d resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment. Turning toward Sam now, I playfully held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it. “You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your life,” I told him. “Well, what about you?” he asked. “What are your plans for Halloween?” I shrugged. “My social life is pretty much nonexistent, so I don’t have any. Unless…” My heart suddenly felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness. I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. “Unless you want to come over to my apartment,” I finally managed to say. My ability to flirt was abysmal; I couldn’t have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse, I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam’s answer. When he didn’t speak right away, I awkwardly rushed on. “We could dress up if you want–there’s still time to get costumes–and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old horror movies and drink apple cider…” Even as I spoke, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic. “You know what, Iris? That sounds like a lot of fun,” he said, and I knew I wasn’t imagining it when he moved a few inches closer to me. I tried and failed to suppress a delighted grin at his response. “Awesome! Why don’t you come over at around six?” I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of a house not far from the call center. “I’ll give you the address, and when you get there, just come ar

Home for Horny Monsters: A Gargoyle With A Fetish - Abella isn’t like other gargoyles. Mike Has A Dilemma.  (part 5) By  writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mike gazed at the shy creature in wonder, finding himself once more in a predicament. With Tink, it had been about protecting her from the unknown, a risk he had taken for the greater good. Now, however, it was about his own salvation. Abella had a muscular, almost reptilian build to her. “You would do that for me?” He asked. “It is my duty,” Abella said, her voice a whisper. “It may be your duty, but I don’t believe in making others do what they don’t want to do. I would rather risk the lightning than feel like a bag of shit every time I look in the mirror.” Abella muttered something that was lost to another blast of thunder. “I didn’t catch that,” Mike told her. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” Abella whispered. “It’s that I’m afraid that you won’t.” “Wait, what?” Mike could tell he was missing a piece. “I have a…” Abella sighed. “The other gargoyles thought I was weird because I have a human fetish.” Mike almost laughed, nearly broke that stillness between them. A human fetish? Was that like a reverse furry? “A human fetish.” Mike said, and Abella nodded. “It’s why I came here. I enjoy being around humans and interacting with them, something that is forbidden in the outside world. Gargoyles are a terrible species, content with killing for fun. They are very territorial, and last I heard, many were either wiped out by man, or in hiding as statues. I don’t wish such a life upon me. I enjoy the smile on a child, or the way a human woman tosses her hair. I like how smooth and soft your skin feels, and…” “Have you ever been with a human in that way?” Mike asked, kneeling next to her. “No.” Abella stared into the distance. “I’ve been too afraid to try it. How does one go about finding a man who can see me as enough of a human woman that the rest of my body doesn’t bother him?” “That’s easy.” Mike stroked Abella’s stony curls, tilting her face toward his. “You see, I struggle with being around my own kind, and I’m rapidly discovering that what I like is outside the norm.” He pressed his lips to hers, marveling at how hard they felt beneath his. Pulling back, his eyes met hers. “There’s a storm coming, you know.” He let his hands run along the edges of her wings, pulling them away from her body to reveal naked flesh beneath. Her breasts were smooth, yet strangely supple. Her lack of nipples threw him for a moment, but her breath seized in her chest as he squeezed her stony breasts. Even with all his strength, he was only able to compress them slightly beneath his fingers. “This is okay?” She asked him, stroking his stiffening cock through his pants. “It is,” he answered, running his hands down to her hips. She didn’t have a belly button either. Sometime later, he would ask her more about gargoyles anatomy. For now, he kissed her stone skin, grateful for the little sighs she made. He had no way of knowing if she could even feel them otherwise. He explored her body with his hands, marveling at the musculature of her thighs. Thunder boomed again in the distance. Mike looked back, watching the thunderheads building. “You know, I would ordinarily be in favor of doing this slower, but do you mind if I hurry things up a little?” Abella was panting. “You’ll have to be on top. I might crush you, otherwise.” Fair enough, Mike thought, spreading her legs with his hands. The folds of her vulva formed a triangle instead of a normal slit. Tracing his fingers along the edges, he found that the stone was softer here, like thick leather. Abella fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, gasping as his dick sprung free of his fly. “I’ve never seen one so close before,” she told him, stroking it experimentally. “Just… don’t squeeze it so hard, okay?” Abella nodded, relaxing her grip. He licked his fingers, running them around her creases in a search pattern. Her vagina was also

Home for Horny Monsters: Romancing the Stone - The magic screen, deserted fountain, and the mandragora. (part 4) By writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A chill went up his spine at the thought of the banshee. He needed to make nice with her, and he thought he had a good way to do it. He placed his hand on the top rail of the stairs, looking down the rest of the hall. Two doors on each side of the hall and a tall, ebony wardrobe with a silver handle. Had that wardrobe always been there? The sound of breaking glass startled him. He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Tink frowning at a busted bowl on the floor. She blushed when she saw him. “Tink got startled,” she explained, eying the bowl. “But Tink can fix.” “Don’t bother.” Mike grabbed a broom and swept up the glass. “Bowls are easily replaced.” Tink nodded at this, following him into the kitchen. Mike pulled the box of Eggos out of the freezer. “Are those good?” Tink asked. Mike nodded, shoving them in the toaster. “Eggos? The best, as long as you know how to dress them up properly.” Pulling a tub of butter from the fridge, he set syrup and peanut butter next to it. When the toaster popped, he stacked the Eggos on his plate, slathering them first in butter, then peanut butter. He topped them with some syrup, handing them to Tink. “Try that and let me know what you think?” Tink took the plate, sniffing at the Eggos. “Tink not so sure,” she informed him before picking up an Eggo. She bit into it, syrup and peanut butter running down her chin. “So what do you think?” Mike asked. “Tink think goblin husband learn to cook.” She handed the plate back to Mike. “Tink need real food.” She opened the fridge, standing on her tiptoes to see to the back. Her double nipples perked up under the cold air. “Tink like pizza.” “Well, we’re out of pizza, but maybe this will help.” Mike pulled a bag of pizza rolls out of the freezer. “We can cook these up in a hurry.” “Use oven. Microwave is lazy.” Tink took the bag from him, reading the instructions. “Tink can do this. Mike eat Eggo things.” “Fair enough.” Clearly, he and Tink had different tastes in food. He made a pot of coffee, which Tink happily shared with him while they waited. Tink unceremoniously dumped the whole bag onto a pan, and Mike sighed inwardly. When he had bought food yesterday, he hadn’t accounted for another mouth to feed. Tink found a pad of paper in one of the drawers and was busy jotting notes to herself as the pizza rolls cooked. Mike dug through a collection of inbound emails, mostly job related, when he saw one from the Historical Preservation Society. Curious, he clicked the link. The writer of the email laid out all sorts of reasons why they wanted to buy the place, but Mike didn’t bother reading it. He trashed the file after only a few sentences. “Show Tink.” The goblin appeared between him and the laptop, her head blocking his view. “Show Tink how to use magic screen.” “I’ll show you later. What did you put on the list?” Tink handed him the paper. Her handwriting was surprisingly elegant, a cursive lettering that made him think of wedding invitations. Scanning the list, Mike felt a hard lump form in his throat. Every line of the paper was full with something that needed fixing. “You found all of these things wrong already?” “Tink know some from before.” The oven beeped, and Tink left his side to retrieve her breakfast. Mike couldn’t help but watch her as she inspected each roll carefully between her claws before popping them in her mouth. “Before big sleep, Tink keep journal on broken stuff, but Emily not always buy Tink supplies. Bad ladies won’t let her, she tell Tink.” “Bad ladies?” Mike thought of the email. “Oh, the historical society. Yeah, we have to be careful doing repairs, apparently. This place is on a national registry, and we have to follow the rules or…” Or what? That was a question for Beth, obviously. What was to keep him from doing whatever he wanted to the house

Home for Horny Monsters: A Banshee on the Porch! -  Haunted victorian house has more erotic surprises (part 2) By writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Get in the bath with me,” Naia purred. “I can help you relax.” “You still haven’t told me what you get from the link.” “Your protection.” She leaned back, her breasts bobbing on the surface. “This home needs a guardian, a human who won’t expose our secret to the world, one who will care for us until his dying day. When I read your spirit, I knew that you could be the one who protect us.” “Us?” He peeked out into the bedroom. “There are other nymphs?” Naia shook her head. “I’m referring to the house itself. Emily was the last guardian of this place, and it holds many secrets. If this house should fall into the wrong hands…” Naia shivered, though the water was warm. “I’m afraid I can’t be of much help in discovering them, as I am unable to leave this room. That, and I can’t actually tell you.” “Why not?” “It’s the house.” She frowned. “Powerful magic, a Geas. When Emily died, the house’s protective magic kicked in. It’s like being unable to remember someone’s name, even though you are looking right at them. There is something important that I want to tell you, but it floats away from me when I try to focus on it. I’m afraid it will be that way until you can figure out for yourself the real purpose of this house.” “Secrets, huh?” Mike thought back to his college days, low-key hacking into servers just to see what was there. “Sounds like a challenge.” “I wish I could help, I really do.” Naia frowned. “I have huge gaps in my memory, but the main thing I remember is Emily.” “You knew my Great Aunt well?” “She was a good friend. I know you picture her in your mind as some old woman traipsing through the house, but she never looked a day over twenty seven. Not until the day she died, anyway. The magic preserves beauty, but doesn’t prolong death.” “Interesting.” Mike stroked his chin. “So, I’m going to be young forever.” “On the outside.” Naia smiled. “And I think I can make your stay worth it.” “I’m going to be honest. I’m not really good with women.” Mike stared at her naked body, his cock twitching once more. His body and brain were disconnected, his body suddenly ready but his mind hesitant. His mother’s voice was distant, but it was still there. “I saw that.” Naia trailed a finger down between her breasts. “A lot of pain in your past, something holding you back. You’ll find that our new bond will alleviate that somewhat.” “What, are you my therapist now?” “Even better.” Mike hadn’t realized how close he had come to the water. Naia slid her finger into the waistband of his pants, pulling him close. “My magic has created a special bond between us, one that enhances trust, allowing you to momentarily forget.” Tugging the band of his pants down, his cock sprung free, pointing directly at her mouth. “I can teach you to overcome your pain, if you will let me.” She stroked his cock lovingly, her fingers magically warm and wet. She gazed up into his eyes, adoration on her face. “Please let me do this, Mike. Please.” “I…” Mike stared at the woman in his tub, the one who radiated warmth and safety. For the first time he could remember, he had become lost in the moment, the slight heat of her breath teasing the head of his swollen dick. Gone were any thoughts of his childhood, the house, or what had happened earlier. Her eyes were shimmering pools, glowing with an inner light of their own. “C'mon Mike. Let’s do it right this time.” She continued stroking. “With your permission.” Mike was breathing hard, his fingers stroking lightly at her hair. She broke eye contact, staring hungrily at his cock. She was panting now, and his cock tingled with every stroke. “Please,” Mike begged her. “Please.” He couldn’t put the feeling into words, but he needed her. She leaned forward, sucking him in gently, her teeth just barely sliding across his foreskin. He shivered as she took him

Home for Horny Monsters: Squatter’s Rights - Mike inherits an old house with fuckable monster girls! (part 3) By writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Give up, Tink. I’ve won,” Mike panted, sweat pouring off his body. “It’s over.” Tink fixed him with an angry stare, which quickly melted into defeat. Her large eyes pooled with tears, and she turned her face away from Mike. “Tink lose. Tink give up goblin home.” She snuffled, the dirt on the floor billowing away from her. “Tink leave, and no come back.” “Wait, what?” Tink had relaxed beneath Mike, so he shifted his body so that he wasn’t crushing her any longer. “No, Tink, you don’t have to leave, I just want my tools so I can fix the fountain.” “Goblin Law. We fight over home. Loser leave, never come back.” She tried to rise, but Mike wasn’t having it. He knew that Naia would be disappointed in him if he managed to lose one of the inhabitants of the house so quickly. And honestly, was he even as entitled to the home as they were? They had been here longer, he was just the current human legally entitled to the place. Watching the goblin weep beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel extremely bad. Tink obviously came from a culture he wasn’t going to understand overnight, but this was a problem he needed to take care of right this second. “I don’t want Tink to leave,” Mike explained. The instant the words left his mouth, the goblin turned her head toward him. There was a glimmer of hope that he was afraid to shatter, so he waited for her next move. “Goblin Law say fight over home, someone leave.” Mike fought hard to avoid rolling his eyes. Clearly her head was hard literally and metaphorically. “Well, goblin law doesn’t apply here. This is my house, so we follow my laws.” Tink shook her head. “Always follow Goblin Law.” “Well, then is there a law that lets us fight and you get to stay?” He felt Tink relax even more beneath his arm. Her snuffling stopped, and she became silent beneath his arms. “Fight for goblin wife,” she whispered. “Oh.” Mike was officially between a rock and a hard place with the little green monster he had found beneath the garage. If he took her as a goblin wife, then what did that entail? Then again, where would she go if she left? Naia had warned her that the world was a bad place for monsters, and it occurred to him that, as far as he knew, nobody even remotely believed goblins still existed. What if Tink was the last of her kind? What about his relationship with Naia? “Shit.” “No have to take goblin wife,” Tink whispered. “Tink can just go.” “Well, hold on.” The gears in his mind were turning. “If I take you as goblin wife, what about other people? Do we have to live down here?” “Goblin husband take many wives. Goblin wife no mind.” “Okay. Well Tink, this was a fight for a goblin wife. Now you don’t have to leave.” Mike wanted to clap himself on the back, but he wanted to keep Tink pinned. “Fight for goblin wife not over,” she told him. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she gently grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down to her breast. “Different kind of fight.” “Oh.” Mike wasn’t sure what to say, but he was immediately struck at how firm the breast beneath his hand was. It was slightly bigger than his hand, and as he dragged his thumb across the top, he felt a pair of nipples, stacked vertically. He gave it a squeeze, releasing Tink’s arms. She immediately grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, pulling him close. “Tink want you to fight harder,” she hissed, pulling him in. Clawed hands dragged down her back, just hard enough to remind Mike that they were there. They found the waist band of his shorts, shoving them down. Mike grabbed her breasts tightly now, and Tink’s clawed hand found Mike’s cock. “Fight even harder. Make goblin wife.” Mike wrapped his hand in her hair, looping it across his knuckles so that he could yank it backward. He pulled her face in, suddenly entranced by the exotic curl of her lips, somethin

Home for Horny Monsters: The Nymph in the Tub! - Mike, a young bachelor; inherits an old house from a spinster great aunt. (part 1) By writerannabelle.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mike stared at the Victorian style home in awe, the sheer scale of it overwhelming him. Tower-like structures gave the blue dwelling a medieval touch, and the house was ringed in simple gardens with waist high shrubs that were in desperate need of a trim. Stone lions guarded the walk to the front door, and a cobblestone path disappeared around the back. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Mike, startled, dropped his sleeping bag. He bent down to pick it up, feeling warmth rise up in his cheeks. “I’m afraid you have quite a task ahead of you, Mr. Radley.” Mike let out a nervous laugh as Beth, his great aunt’s estate representative, walked past. The woman was taller than him, very attractive, and all business. Her dark hair wrapped up in a bun, she paused to check something on her clipboard. Mike took the opportunity to admire her backside through the thin layer of her pencil skirt. Very faint panty lines ran around her buttocks, lines that Mike had trouble taking his eyes away from. She turned to face him, and he pretended to struggle with his sleeping bag. “I doubt you’ll need that,” she pointed out, lending him a hand. She smelled like peaches and something floral, a scent he couldn’t quite place. “The house has plenty of space.” “I’ve been a boy scout since I was six,” he replied. “Be prepared. That’s my motto.” “Uh huh.” Beth helped him secure the bag under his arm. “Trust me when I say you won’t need it.” She led him up the stairs, the wooden deck creaking slightly under their weight. Mike stared briefly at the swinging chair on the front porch, moving slightly in the breeze. As Beth produced a key, she looked at Mike. “This must be like a fairy tale to you.” “No such thing as fairy tales. Just a weird coincidence.” He said, careful to keep his eyes above the lacy top of her blouse. Women, as a rule, made him nervous. Particularly the pretty ones. “You hear about these things all the time,” she said, sliding the key into the lock. “But you never get to see them play out.” The door stuck in the frame, and Beth leaned her shoulder in to give it a shove. A strand of hair came loose from her bun as she pushed her way inside. “A long-lost relative dying and leaving everything to you.” “Yeah. Lucky me.” Mike followed her inside. The house was cool, and dark. Beth opened up some of the windows, allowing the light to come in. The furniture in the home was all covered, giving the sitting room the eerie appearance of a haunted house. Beth pulled the cover off of the couch, sending a small layer of dust into the air. “You don’t seem very keen on the idea, Mr. Radley.” Beth uncovered the coffee table with one hand, and set her purse and clipboard down. “It is a very nice house.” “It’s not the house. And call me Mike.” Mike threw his sleeping bag on a clean portion of the floor along with his backpack. Out of habit, he slipped off his shoes at the door. “Well, Mike, we went through an awful lot of trouble tracking you down.” Beth uncovered a nearby love seat. “This home was only weeks away from being liquidated by the firm.” “Which I understand is still an option?” Mike asked, staring at the pale yellow curtains. “Correct.” Beth picked up her clipboard. “Only if you decide not to keep it.” “Right.” Mike looked down the long hallway to the kitchen. “I’m not used to having so much space. Gives me the creeps.” “By nature, homes of this style are actually quite cozy.” Beth led the way to the kitchen, the heels of her boots clicking on the hardwood floor. “There is quite a bit of space for you to spread out.” “I’ve never lived in anything with more than two bedrooms.” Mike responded, following the woman. Beth checked the appliances to make sure they still worked, and showed Mike where the fuse box was. A brief tour of the kitchen turned up several jars of prese

HIS HORNY MONSTER GIRLS: part 5 -  More postgame coupling commences. A new horny monster is revealed. (nonhuman) By keyan88. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The water cascaded off the combatants bodies as their battle continued. Giving Dmitri a sexy smile she knelt down in front of him. She looked in equal parts wonder, amazement, and lust at Dmitri’s rigid tool. Her sapphire eyes meeting his, she lifted her gargantuan chest to encase his cock. Dmitri let out a soft groan as he felt his cock be swallowed by tit flesh. She smiled as she began to move her tits up and down his cock.  Each time the head peaked above the mounds of flesh she graced it wish a teasing lick, or slight suck. She skillfully began to alternate pressures and speeds, the changes slowed Dmitri’s pace to orgasm which allowed him truly experience the pleasure only a goddess could give. He groaned again as she mashed her tits to his groin and noisily slurped his cock. Freya let her tits go and started sucking in earnest. She Licked up and down his shaft and twirled around the head. Her eyes never left his as she went about her task with the utmost enthusiasm. Dmitri felt the boil of cum deep in his balls and knew he was going to come soon. “Freya, gonna come” Freya just smiled as she looked up at him. She once again grabbed her tits and returned them to their places encasing Dmitri’s cock. She once again began hefting them up and down. “Cum for me, Dmitri.” Dmitri groaned as he felt cum racing up his shaft. He watched as his seed spewed from his cock in copious amounts. Freya moaned as she felt her face be painted with Dmitri’s come. The first shot flew straight into Freya’s waiting mouth and the next few splattered against her face, with some even reaching up to her hair. They were followed by lower velocity shots that still managed to cover her bountiful tits in cum. Dmitri watched happily as Freya began to clean herself of his cum. She gathered it on her fingers before lewdly sucking it off her fingers, enjoying it like one would a delicacy. Afterwards she stood up and without hesitation Dmitri drew her into a kiss. After kissing hard for few seconds Dmitri broke it and stared at Freya. “I didn’t think you would kiss me like that after I just had your cum in my mouth,” Freya said, Dmitri smiled, "My dad always told me that if a woman is willing to do that for you, you better damn well kiss her after.” Freya let out a small chuckle, “Did he say anything else?” Dmitri chuckled slightly, before turning serious, “He said that I can sleep around as much as I want, but one day I will find a girl. And this girl will be my soul mate. And then I asked him how I would find this girl? He said that I will someday, I would lay eyes on some random girl, and know instantly that she is mine. And afterwards he made me promise that when I do find her, I will never let her go.” Freya was thoughtful for a sec before responding, a small amount of surprise in her voice, “You think I’m that girl?” “I know you are that girl. And I’m not going to let go,” Dmitri said with a small smile. Freya was quiet for a few moments. During her hundreds of years of life not a single other sentence hit her like that one did. "Swear to me; swear to me that you won’t.” “"I swear, Freya, you are mine.” Another moment of silence passed between the two of them before their faces split with grins. With mutual consent their assault on the others mouth resumed. They attacked each other with the ferocity of starving wolves. The battle hotter as Freya jumped up and wrapped her legs around Dmitri’s waist. He cupped the two globes of her perfect ass and stepped out of the shower. The battle took a brief pause as he had to reach around to shut the water off but was quickly back in full heat. Dmitri walked to his bedroom, the weight of the beauty he as carrying seemed negligible to him. As he shoved the door open the couple broke their kiss and stared hard at each other. Freya spoke up, “Fuck me, Now

HIS HORNY MONSTER GIRLS: part 4 -  Epic hockey, followed by even stronger passions. (nonhuman) By keyan88. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Hi, I’m Luke” For the first time in years he had no idea what to say. His tongue was tied up in knots. Diana giggled, “Hi Luke, I’m Diana.” Luke didn’t know what to do; he was hesitant to let this feeling in his chest grow, for fear of rejection. But he was helpless; he could only go along for the ride. Without giving himself time to think, Luke gathered Diana in his arms and kissed her. The kiss wasn’t one of lust, but instead it was a question. A question asking if she felt the same thing he did. The shy Diana quickly froze up as his lips touched hers. But she gathered her confidence and began to return it. The feeling exploded inside both of them as their tongues danced. Lilith cleared her throat next to them. They broke the kiss and looked at each other, each panting heavily. They looked up to see the entire section staring at them. Diana blushed and buried her face into Luke’s shoulder. Luke guided her to some empty seats and they sat down and began chattering away animatedly. Even Lilith was surprised and their sudden romance but smiled all the same. She then turned to introduce Freya. She made quite an entrance and everyone wasn’t sure whether they should be afraid of her commanding presence or not. But after cracking a few jokes and some socializing, Freya was soon accepted into the group as well. Delighted at their success, Eric’s girls leaned back and smiled. Pregame Locker Room, After the pre-game speech by the coach, Eric’s team sat in silence. Their earlier happiness was smothered by the realization they still were versing one of the preseason polls said was among the top college teams in the country. Eric stood up, “Fuck this, guys! Stand up!” the team just stared at him. Unhindered Eric continued, “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Stand up! Make some noise! Let those fuckers know we are not afraid. If we go out there like this, make no mistake, we will get our asses kicked.” “Fuck them, let’s do this,” The powerful voice of Dmitri made its way through the locker room. "Bring it in.” The team followed Dmitri’s example and they formed a huddle in the center of the room. “I got better shit to do than worry about what might happen. Right now I know what will happen, we are going to go out there and play a hockey game. We will show them that we are no push-overs; we will give them a run for their money. And if we end up losing, I will be happy knowing that I left every single fucking thing I had on the ice. No, let’s fucking do this!” Dmitri roared as the rest of the team joined in. They hurried out the locker room door thru the tunnel that led to the ice. When the announcer introduced the team, they charged onto the ice. The other team was already on the ice and had begun their warm-ups. Eric looked over and saw the two new additions to the group. He saw the Nordic goddess and immediately realized what his girls had done. He called Dmitri over and pointed her out, “Do something good, she looks to be about your size.” Dmitri didn’t say anything in return, he just stared at Freya for a few seconds before returning to his warm-up. Meanwhile in the stands, Lilith was pointing out Dmitri to Freya. She eyed his massive form like a piece of meat for a few minutes. Afterward, Freya turned to the succubus with a hint of lust in her eyes, and said, “Good.” Lilith just smiled and turned to the group, “I have to go do something.” She walked towards the other side of the ice. She looked at the other team and spotted Brett. She caught his attention and he came sauntering over. “Couldn’t resist me, aye?” Brett boistered. Lilith scoffed, “Eric said you’re a worthless piece of shit and have a dick the size of a pencil. I don’t think you could take him in a fight, on or off the ice. And I disagree about your dick, I think the size of a needle is more like it.” Angered by her commen

HIS HORNY MONSTER GIRLS: part 3 -  Boston mall misconduct and Horny Girls Influence a hockey rivalry. (nonhuman) By keyan88. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Lilith pulled Eric to the side and said, “If you think it’s a good idea, I have an idea of a monster girl that would be good for Luke, as well as Kaysie.” “Who?” Eric asked. “Well, for Luke we grew up with a doppelganger named Diana, and since Luke likes all manner of women, and she can literally be any manner of women, I think they would be perfect for each other. And for Kaysie I would recommend my twin Lillim.  She’s actually a full blooded lesbian which is extremely rare for a succubus, the thing is, she was summoned here a few millennia ago and I don’t know where she is. But if we find her, you have to promise to introduce the two of them.” “I think that sounds like a good idea, but we’ll deal with that after we get through this day, okay?” “Okay,” Lilith said with a smile. Eric called Luke over as Lilith walked away and told him, “Listen man, Lilith just told me that she knows of a friend of hers that she thinks will be a good match for you. We’ll introduce you two later if you can promise you’ll give her a chance as a girlfriend.” “Sheesh man, I don’t do girlfriends, you know what happened with my last one,” He was referring to his ex-girlfriend, Anna, who he had loved with every fiber of his being. And one day he had come home from school early and he caught her screwing a random guy in his bed. The incident had broken him and he never dated since. "I know man, but give her a chance, I promise she’ll be completely different than anyone you have seen before.” “Fine, if she’s as special as you say I’ll take the chance.” Eric smiled, “Trust me, you won’t regret it.” Eric refrained from telling Kaysie about Lillim, so if they couldn’t find her no harm would be done. At 11:30 the clothes fiasco was finished. And Eric thanked his friends as he herded the girls down the stairs so they could walk to the nearby mall. When they arrived at the mall Eric was immediately recognized as ‘that guy’. The one who is surrounded by the hottest chicks in the mall and every other guy is jealous of. Eric loved every moment of it. He was walking down a row of stores with Bella on his left and Lilith and Christy on his right. After a few moments of this, Christy decided that she felt left out so she promptly jumped on Eric’s back and he carried her towards a store that he was sure he would never have to go into. He stood outside Victoria’s secret and the girl’s eyes widened in excitement. Christy leapt from his back and hurried inside, quickly followed by the other two. A passing guy said to Eric, “Wow, those girls are hot; you’re a lucky guy; eh?” “You don’t know the half of it,” He replied before following the girls inside. Inside he saw all manner of lingerie being displayed on mannequins. He looked around and saw all three of the girls talking to a saleswoman. His eyes opened wide when he realized how beautiful she was. She had creamy white skin that looked darker with the lighting. Her long brown hair curled cutely around her face and her green eyes where simultaneously innocent and sexy. Her breasts were roughly the same as Christy but a little larger and the tights she wore accentuated her tight ass. Walking up to the group, Lilith addressed him, "And this is our boyfriend! He offered us a shopping spree and what could we do but accept?” The saleswomen looked Eric up and down, and then smiled, “Wow I don’t know who’s luckier, you or them. My name’s Stacy,” she said with a wink. "I’m Eric, and believe me I’m the lucky one here. I’m going to walk around the mall for a bit. Can you do your thing and get them whatever they want.” “Sure can do, have fun.” Eric left the store leaving the girls to their fun. Stacy turned to the three girls next to her, “Our boyfriend?” Christy giggled, “It’s complicated but it works out. We aren’t the jealous types.” “Uh huh, okay then, let’s get

HIS HORNY MONSTER GIRLS: part 2 -  The horny girls get bonding satisfaction & go meet the neighbors. (nonhuman) By keyan88. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So who’s next?” Eric asked with a grin, he hadn’t felt this good in ages. Lilith quickly walked up to him. “It’s my turn little man, or maybe I shouldn’t be calling you that based on the pounding you gave Christy.” “Maybe you shouldn’t be calling me that based on the pounding I’m going to give you,” he said with an exaggerated wink. She looked at him for a second before crushing her mouth to his. After letting their tongues dance for a while she pulled away, "you have no idea how wet that makes me, let’s go,” she grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom for his second fuck of the night. Inside the room she motioned for Eric to lie down on the bed. She quickly crawled on behind him and put her knees on either side of his head, then bend down, looking at him upside down. "Get ready for your first taste of pussy while I take my first taste of your cock. I’m sure you’re going to love this.” She lowered her sopping cunt to his face, which he reached out towards with a tentative lick. She tasted delicious, after every lick he became more and more aroused, wanting more of this succubus. “Oh that’s nice Eric, you sure you haven’t done this before, oh yea; that’s it.” She bent down into the ‘69’ and licked from the base of his sizable shaft to the head, savoring the taste of his and Christy’s mixed juices like it was expensive cognac. Eric couldn’t describe what her tongue felt like on his cock, but it was amazing. Her touch triggered every nerve to send waves of pleasure to his brain. She swirled her tongue around his head, once again collecting the precum oozing from the tip. She opened her mouth and took him into it. “Oh yea Lily, suck me, suck my cock,” he groaned. "Ah, I’d love to sweety, but don’t forget about me,” she said, giving her ass a small shake to emphasize her point. Eric smiled and once again resumed eating his meal. This time he concentrated on her clit, sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue across it. A moan escaped from her lips wrapped around his cock. He felt a different pressure and he realized she was deep throating him, her moans sent vibrations up his cock, filling him with pleasure. He could barely think straight the sensory overload. Doing his best to please her he took two of his fingers and slowly slid them into her, caressing her deepest points. More and more moans were escaping from her lips, vibrating his cock. As his fingers found her g-spot she suddenly came. Her juices poured out of her into Eric’s open mouth. When it finished, she quickly turned around to face him and once again crushed her lips to his. "Eric I can’t believe you, you made me cum harder than I have in 600 years.” “I aim to please.” She smiled at him and positioned his cock at the entrance to her sopping insides. She smiled at him, “Get ready little man; a succubus’s pussy is special. I hope you’ll enjoy it. As she lowered herself onto him he could tell what she meant. In addition to the soft, hot walls of a pussy, there were little spines spread around. They caressed his dick like no normal pussy ever could. While Eric was trying to comprehend his pleasure, Lily was trying to comprehend her own. No other person in her centuries of life had managed to fill her like Eric did. She could feel him push past her cervix and into her womb. She had multiple small orgasms just sitting there. "Oh my god Eric, what are you, I feel so full, you fill me so deep,” she emphasized that last point by pressing her mouth to his and started raising her hips slowly on his cock. The spines caressed every sensitive point he had. When she slowly lowered herself back down she moaned her contentment into Eric’s mouth. This was where she always wanted to be, riding her lovers cock, bringing both of them to new heights of ecstasy. She began to move her hips faster; raising herself up