2015 started so well.
I had a few stories out, a couple of new ones on the boil and was generating a reasonable level of interest in my work. I’d made some good contacts and was really starting to enjoy my career as an erotica writer. Then real life happened.
Within a period of two weeks I lost my job, was forced to move and several rather vital pieces of equipment decided to compound my bad luck by failing on me. All I can say is that if I sucked as hard as life did during those few weeks, I wouldn’t need a vacuum cleaner at home. With my computer down and my phone dying, I was forced to put my writing on hold while I tried to deal with more essential matters such as a new job, a roof over my head and being able to feed myself. While my life imploded, I had to leave my sordid tales for a few days. Days became weeks, weeks became months and before I knew it, I hadn’t written any smut in ages.
Fortunately, life is full of ups as well as downs and with most of my disaster stricken life now under a bit more control, I can return to doing what I love, namely writing dirty little stories about monsters, tentacles and the sexual depravity one can enjoy with them. The crash may have lost some of my works in progress but I’m slowly restoring them back to their former glory and I should have some new material out before the festive season hits.
As a bold start to my re-energized writing career, I am also going out on a limb this week and attending my first adult fair, the rather magnificent SexPo in London. I intend to meet new people, get new inspiration and hopefully have some rather indulgent fun as well, especially at the after show party. If I don’t see you there, I’ll let you know how it goes. But rest assured, I’m back and new filth will soon be forthcoming! Stay deviant lovelies!
It’s been a few months since I published The Tentacle Monster at Number 16 (which is still FREE at Smashwords) and they have been busy, busy, busy. I like to get a new story out every three to four months but this time I’m aware that I’m likely to miss my deadline mostly because of investing my time in four books instead of one.
For a long time I’ve wanted to write a series of interlinked stories but I promised myself that I wouldn’t put it out until I had the first three finished. Combine that with a fourth story that has been lingering for a while and what you end up with is four half-finished books that are in no fit state to go outside (especially not wearing that). Rest assured though, I will be whipping them into shape soon and introducing you all to the city of Claremont where superpowers are common, spandex is a fashion accessory and every district has an evil mastermind waiting to take over. Fortunately there are heroes who work to keep villains under control and maintain law and order, the newest of which is Equestria, a young woman with the speed and strength of a raging stallion. Unfortunately for her now rampant sex drive, that’s not all she’s inherited…
In the meantime I will be working to complete my latest story, Sex Slaves of the Orcs, a fantasy story of debauchery, rampant sex and barbarism and lots and lots of well hung orcs. Caught by the orc horde, a trio of adventurers in search of a missing princess must try to escape before the orcs corrupt them completely. To give you a taster of the forthcoming orc naughtiness, take a look below for a sample extract.
Stay deviant, lovely people…
“Mmm…. mmmm…” was all the diminutive elf could manage to grunt as she sucked on orc cock. The third green skinned monster had crept behind her and with little effort, tore her flimsy undergarments away from her. Naked, her white skin stood out from her captors and Modren was able to admire her slender form, her breasts no more than small curves on her chest. Her pussy was bare but even from a distance he could appreciate how delicate and sensitive it looked, a gentle flower that was about to be battered open by monstrous orc phalluses.
Lying on the floor, Modren could feel that he was rock hard despite his conscious mind being appalled at the orc’s treatment of the elf. He resisted the temptation to touch his throbbing cock, feeling sickened and yet very turned on by the scene unfolding before him.
The third orc had followed up by groping Elise’s naked body with his huge green hands. By the way she was moaning, she was clearly enjoying it although he saw her almond shaped eyes pop open when he began to finger her pussy with his thick finger.
“She wet like river,” grinned the orc, his finger the size of a large cock. “She sucks on me like baby.”
The other two orcs grunted with amusement, one of their cocks stuck in her mouth while she jerked the other one, her tiny hand barely going around the pulsing organ. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting from the hulking beasts, her moans echoing through the chamber.
After fingering Elise’s pussy for a while, the third orc clearly wanted in on the action so he withdrew and readied his pulsing green cock. Modren gasped to see it push up close to her tiny slit and he swore the beast was going to tear her in two, its meaty head bulbous against her moist opening. With a grunt, the orc pushed and for a few seconds it seemed that it was never going to fit into her. To Modren’s surprise she began to push back on it, encouraging the orc to persevere, his member bending slightly as he applied more pressure to her aching lips. Elise squeaked as the monster pressed against her sex then screamed as she suddenly parted and the enormous organ began its brutal penetration of the helpless elf.
“Heh, you break her Grok, you pay,” grunted the orc who was currently filling Elise’s mouth. The other orc just laughed as he watched the elf squirm between his colleagues. With an orc cock in both her mouth and pussy, Elise thrashed about although Modren was unable to tell whether she was doing so out of pleasure or pain.
“Urk… she tight…” groaned the orc, Elise’s lips clamping down on the orc. Although she moved, it seemed to be to encourage the two orcs to fuck her harder, her back arching to let them go deeper inside. The remaining orc held her tiny hand on his massive prick and kept her jerking it as his colleagues pinned her from both ends.
Modren didn’t want to be turned on. What the orcs were doing was violent and debasing and even though she seemed to be enjoying it, he had no doubt that was because of the vile poison that they had fed to her. He so wanted to dive over the balcony and rescue her but he had no chance against three of them, he had no weapon and would surely die in the attempt. As if feeling guilty for not being able to help her, his rock hard prick ground into the stone floor, a constant reminder of how much he was getting off on seeing the elf fucked from every angle.
“Unnn… she good… so tight! C…c…cumming…!” growled the orc who was fucking Elise’s face. With a bestial roar, the orc ejaculated into Elise’s mouth, the elf’s cheeks bloating as the beast unloaded an inhuman amount of semen into her. She struggled and choked but the orc held her tight, hot rivers of cum bursting from her tightly packed mouth, backing up in her sinuses and exploding from her nose in two hot jets of potent orc seed.
My latest story of filth and depravity is out! This time we meet Anna, a dirty minded young lady with an unnatural lust for tentacle monsters. When one moves into the apartment down the hall from her, she goes to extraordinary lengths to meet and seduce him. Even better, you can get this story for FREE from Smashwords and at an ultra low price from Amazon!
If you want a little taster beforehand though, let’s join Anna as she receives a special delivery of her own, a large, tentacle shaped dildo…
A parcel arrived for me a few days later but no more post came for Till. Even if it had, I couldn’t really pull the same trick again. Once was cute, twice would have smelt of desperation. Fortunately, as the summer started to heat up, I concocted a new idea but I would have to wait until a particularly hot day to pull it off. Eager as I was to see Till again, I was going to have to be patient. For now, my delivery would have to suffice.
Taking my package upstairs, I locked the door behind me and eagerly tore off the wrapping paper. I had ordered it the moment I’d started to have my suspicions about the man in number 16 but now I had openly flirted with him, I was even more excited to receive it. Inside was a plain box about a foot long and a few inches wide. Opening the box, I grinned to look down at the object inside. A good foot long, the green dildo was curved and shaped like a tentacle, complete with little suckers on its underside. I was wet just from looking at it and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me.
Shutting the curtains, I unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans, pressing my fingers to my wet slit. I should have washed the dildo first but it felt so good in my hand, so soft next to my skin, I had to know what it felt like. I pulled my panties to one side and teased my cunt with its tip, running it up and down my pussy. The firm yet soft tip felt so good it made me shudder as I leant up against the kitchen counter, it wasn’t long before I plunged the first few inches into my glistening sex, moaning as its curved surface penetrated my flesh.
I started working the green cock against me, pushing it in and out of my cunt, squealing as I felt a sucker tease my lips. Would this be what it would feel like when Till finally fucked me? Were his tentacles like this or were they thicker and more sinewy? Would he be gentle or rough? I couldn’t wait to feel how his tentacles felt against my skin, how they would penetrate my pussy, ass and mouth. Oh how I wanted them, how I wanted to be screwed by his inhuman organs. Take my body, fuck my flesh and blow your inhuman cum into my holes!
“Do it!” I demanded, “Fuck me! Make me cum you bastard! Stuff your spunk into me!” My body was shaking and I was plunging the dildo in and out of me so hard I thought I might bruise myself. I didn’t care, my fingers were no longer enough and this rubber toy could get so much deeper. I felt its knobbly surface rub my insides, sending thrills through me. I was panting and sighing, my grip slipping on the work surface as I pushed myself back onto it, legs splayed and slipping. Moisture ran down my legs and I grunted as I plunged the nasty dick into my cunt with relentless fury. Oh if only there were more tentacle dicks!
I fantasized about being violated by the monster’s writhing organs, sticking into my every opening. I wanted one up my ass, wriggling up my shitter and fucking me like the nasty whore I know I am. And I knew I wouldn’t be happy until I was choking on another of Till’s thick cock tentacles, feeling it blow its sickly load into my mouth, making me gag on its inhuman load.
“Shit yes! I want to drink your cum! Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhhh!!” I came loudly and noisily, not caring for whether the neighbours could hear me or not. My cunt spasmed and twitched as I shuddered from the powerful orgasm. Juices ran over my hand as I plunged the green dildo as deep as I could into my sex. Finally losing my grip on the counter, I slid to the floor, my legs splayed out to either side, the green dildo popping from my abused sex with a wet pop.
I sat there for a few moments, getting my breath back and enjoying the dying embers of my climax. A small voice in my head was asking me what on earth I thought I was doing fantasising over the monstrous beast next door but I ignored it. I wanted him, I needed him. A conventional lover was never going to be enough for me. I needed to get close and I had an idea of how to do it. I was going to have to wait until the weather heated up but with summer just around the corner, I knew I wouldn’t need to wait long…
About one year ago, I decided to put my money where my mouth was and began working on my ambition of becoming an erotica author. I’d spent three months reading up and researching and a further month writing and editing my first story Jungle Tentacle Lust. I can’t stress how much I learnt from other authors’ blogs and how useful some of the self-publishing sites were in providing information about how to get started. I’m still a big advocate of Smashwords and highly recommend them for anyone wanting to learn more about self-publishing. I’m indebted to A. Vivian Vane and One Handed Writers whose websites inspired me to start my career as an erotica author.
How have I done? That’s a relative question. I never thought that I would be like those monster erotica authors who supposedly take home $30,000 a week, hell I didn’t even think I’d earn enough to quit my day job. The money that comes in from writing is a small but welcome addition to my life but then it was never about the money for me. Getting my stories out there, writing, editing and publishing them was always a personal ambition and to have been able to get six stories out there and have other people buy them has been a huge achievement. For someone who started doing this to prove that they could, I think I’ve excelled.
That’s why I decided that my sixth book The Tentacle Monster at Number 16 should be a giveaway. A way of saying thanks to those who have bought my stories, supported me and provided me with a fun year. If you enjoy tentacle monsters and have a sense of humour, I’m sure you’re going to like my upside down take on the typical encounter with such a horny beast. You can get it for free from Smashwords or for a very low price at Amazon if you prefer.
So what now? Well I have no intention of stopping writing, I have plenty of filthy ideas to explore. I’m currently working on my first series, a story about a futanari superhero and her adventures with other superpowered heroes and villains which I hope to have out in the next few months. After that I have an orc gangbang, hopefully the return of fertile dragons and my first step outside of monster erotica, a tale of illicit BDSM. After that, who knows? In the realm of erotica there are so many tempting possibilities and I look forward to exploring every single one of them. Thanks for a terrific year. X
When a powerful demon lord is called forth from the pits of Hell, he is expecting to subjugate the three witches who summoned him and turn them into his succubus servants. However he soon finds that thanks to their cunning plan, they are his masters and he is their slave, bound to pleasure them in any way they choose. Forced to inseminate them with demon spawn, he soon discovers their carnal plan to take his power and steal his infernal throne!
As each remaining thrust became more feeble, Jackie slowed her pace, feeling hot cum seeping from her aching pussy. When the pain of his demonic seed became too much for her to bear, she staggered forward, his horse shaped dick slipping from her with a pop. Despite having just emptied his cum into her, the beast’s dick was still quite firm. Briah grinned as Zoe helped Jackie to a chair.
“Glad there’s still some life in this old boy,” smiled Briah as she took hold of the monstrous member, brown skin closing over red flesh. For a moment the beast wallowed in the pleasure of her hands on him, stroking the thick organ that was still wet from Jackie’s pussy. Seeing him respond and start to grow firmer, Briah got to her knees and started to lick the flat end of the horse shaped dick while her other hand slid down her body and pressed into her pussy.
“YOU LICK YOUR FRIEND’S CUM FROM MY SHAFT LIKE A CHEAP WHORE,” growled the beast. “YOU MAY BE TRULY DEPRAVED BUT I AM NO SEX TOY. I WILL DEVOUR YOU WHEN I AM FREE!”
“You keep thinking that big boy,” sighed Briah, her hand slowly caressing the beast’s cock to full hardness, “just as long as you’ve got some more of that nasty cum in these suckers.” She gripped his bulging sack, feeling them just as hot if not quite as full as before. They were still an impressive size, filling Briah’s palm.
Behind her, Jackie sat on her chair and watched the show. She had her legs tightly pressed together and had a hand on her belly, her mind elsewhere. Next to her, Zoe put a protective hand on her shoulder as Briah took the beast’s cock into her mouth. Despite the thing’s huge size, she handled it expertly, engulfing its monstrous girth easily. It didn’t take long for the beast to start moaning as her lips and tongue brought him to the brink of ecstasy. Briah sucked hard on the monster, her hand rubbing her clit franticly, groaning as she thought about the size of the cock in her mouth. Just like Jackie, she was wondering what his cum would taste like, how it would feel as he squirted his hot load down her throat. Just the thought of it made her squirm even though she normally never liked to swallow and she started to slow, wondering if the beast’s infernal nature was having some kind of effect on her. She took the bestial organ from her mouth and looked up at him only to find the demon looking back down at her.
“DON’T STOP,” he ordered. “YOU WANT TO TASTE ME… YOU KNOW YOU DO.”
Briah did not put him back in her mouth though but her hand was still slowly stroking the thick member. She was aware of Zoe standing next to the beast, smiling at him. Was it her imagination or was Zoe enjoying watching her friends get fucked by this monster?
“Nice try,” Zoe purred as Briah stood up and removed her robe, preparing to take the beast’s cock inside of her, “but none of us want to be turned into succubi in your service, thank you. We’ve got far greater plans.” Briah pressed the flat head of the organ against her pussy lips, grunting as it began to penetrate her. The flat tip of his horse like cock felt different to anything she had tried to put in her before but the heat from it was pleasurable and sent tingles through her body.
Zoe watched as the dark skin of Briah’s sex parted to admit the infernal cock. She had planned this little adventure, convinced the girls of how they could subdue the beast and now she couldn’t help but feel incredibly aroused as she watched them fuck the monster that was trapped in their basement. Soon it would be her turn but for now she had to make sure that Briah got her full load and that the demon would not expire or escape before they were done with him.
“YOUR PLANS ARE OF NO USE, YOU WILL ALL SUFFER AS MY WENCHES WHEN I AM FREE!” roared the beast, straining ineffectively against his bonds as Briah took the first few inches of his massive cock into her.
“Tell me, do all Dukes of Hell talk as much shit as you do?” spat Zoe, clearly getting tired of the monster’s threats. She grabbed one of the demon’s furry ears and pulled on it. “Why don’t you just shut up and concentrate on filling her with your cum?”
My poor blog. It doesn’t get much attention. The past few months have seen me rushing round like a loon dealing with affairs in my personal life. It’s left me bereft of time to spend on my writing and feeling worse for it. In my writing life I have to choose between three things: writing, blogging and posting on Twitter. As it is, Twitter is time consuming and I have found myself wondering for a while now whether my efforts to engage with more people have been paying off. Sometimes Twitter feels like a relentless ‘Sell! Sell! Sell!’ situation with little communication and nothing but rampant marketing driving it. It’s tiresome and it’s not what I’m like so you’ll probably see less posts from me trying to drive my sales and more tweets of a personal nature. Rest assured though, I will let you know when new books are published and new stories coming out.
On that note, I have decided to try my hand at blogging more. I’m not the type of person to put my opinion out there that much, I tend to be more of a writer than a debater but as this blog has sat here for a while unattended, I’ve decided to blow the dust off it and post more articles. I will, of course, make sure that these are fed through to Twitter. So here’s to a new year, new stories and of course, more deviant adventures in the realm of erotica. Watch this space though, there’s a new story coming your way very, very soon!
“Oh, I’ve thought about writing a book too. It seems easy enough.”
I’m not sure I can sum up the fury that this response garnered when I told someone that I write and self-publish. Over the last six months I have been opening up to people a little about my erotica writing and my slowly growing library of dirty books. Sometimes I tell people I write, other times I tell them what I write about. If people do ask what my books are about, I can certainly recommend responding with ‘porn’ as a one word answer. Try it sometime, the looks you’ll receive are some of the funniest I’ve ever seen. It also has the advantage of telling me who I’m likely to get on with depending on their response.
However, what has been amazing has been the number of people who respond with a statement along the lines of the one above. There’s certainly a lot of people out there who like the idea of writing and may even have sat down to write a few thousand words or two on a subject and certainly, at points in my life, that would have been me too. The difference is though, is not quitting. If you were to take a look through my ideas book, you would find thousands of lost, unfinished stories that will never see a conclusion. Certainly, a writer is someone who ideas just fall out of and I have taken to keeping such an ideas book with me at all times just in case some awesome idea assails me and I don’t want to forget it.
The reason the above statement angers me so much though is how dismissive it is to writing and writers in general as if writing is something that any idiot can do. I certainly know a few professional actors who feel the same way. Writing takes dedication and skill that is acquired through years of practice with plenty of bashes to one’s ego along the way. However, as I said before, the key is not quitting and I think that’s true for a lot of passions.
Which is why the simplest and best piece of writing advice I’ve ever read comes from William Goldman, the author of ‘The Princess Bride’, one of my favourite books and films. In one of his many essays on writing, he stated plainly, “Write the damn thing.” It’s advice I freely give to anyone who asks how to get into writing. The reason I feel it’s such good advice is because the act of putting those words down onto paper marks a dividing line between a writer and a dreamer. Until those words are sat in print (either physically or electronically) all you have are ideas in your head and, without wanting to be too harsh, pretty much everyone has those. The act of writing, of turning those ideas into a reality is where the magic happens and is also where I feel a lot of potential writers fall down. I’ve written some amazing films in my head but unless I take the time to write the script, I’m just daydreaming.
It’s harsh advice and one that I dispense to others with love. I still believe that writing is such a passionate, beautiful pastime that I wish more people did it. As much as the opening response annoys me, I wish more people did try and write a complete book or even a story. Perhaps more people would come to appreciate the craft and maybe even we’d discover some new, amazing untapped writing talent out there as well. So, if you’ve got an idea for a story, write it. Take some time, hammer it out and get it down on paper but whatever you do, don’t quit. Because once you have that completed document, you can edit it, shape it, rewrite the bits you don’t like and polish it into something amazing. Not only that, but something even better will have happened: you will have leapt the boundary between being a dreamer and being a writer.
So if you’ve got a dream, write the damn thing. It’s worth it and so are you.
So, if you’ve been paying attention to my Twitter feed (@MorganLockheart), you might have noticed a few initials disappearing over the past few months. After reading a few interviews and receiving some helpful advice on self-publishing, I decided that having my first name as D and M was not helping my sales. Initials can be problematic when trying to find authors online and I’ll admit to being horribly inconsistent with when I use them. Sometimes I would write D.M. Others I would use D M and at other times DM. All of these produce different results when searching it seems.
Therefore, you may now call me Morgan. That isn’t my real name of course but as one of my favourite literary figures is King Arthur’s occasional tormentor, I thought it was a good choice for a first name. (In case you’re curious, Lockheart is drawn from my love of Final Fantasy 7) In the past few months I’ve been updating my books, my online profiles and anywhere else where I had registered as old ‘DM’. The only place that hasn’t changed is here and that’s a whole other story I’m not going to bore you with.
So from now on, if you’re after some of the finest fantasy filth the web can provide, look me up as Morgan Lockheart, your corrupted purveyor of ultimate filth.
Writing has always been part of my life. Ever since I was young I can remember writing tall tales and weaving stories out of thin air. They’ve not always been great and sometimes not that original but the desire to write has remained with me always, no matter what form it took. I remember when I was younger being enamoured with the possibility of being a professional writer, of crafting stories which people then paid to read. As I grew older and entered the often depressing world of work, my interest in doing so grew but it was tempered with the crushing reality of how hard it was to become a professional writer. Life ticked on, I continued with my day job and yet the writing remained, always a desire, never to be realised.
This all changed with the advent of self-publishing of course. I remember with some amusement a lecture I attended at university where a publishing professional poured scorn on what was then called ‘vanity publishing’ where people would pay thousands just to get a book in print, regardless of its quality. Now the technology is available to allow anyone to self-publish, to move from being just a writer to being an author, a person with actual, digital books to their name. I only took that step a few months ago yet it has led me back to my earlier ambition and left me with a nagging thought: am I now a professional author?
For years my definition of that title was stupidly simple, that to be a professional people had to be willing to pay you for your work. Sure enough, people have, lovely people who decided to part with their hard earned wages in order to experience my flavour of filthy writing. The money is nice of course but I’m not in a position to quit the day job just yet. Perhaps if I were able to, then I could say that writing is my living and therefore I would be entitled to lay claim to the professional badge. However, I think there’s something more subtle going on here.
The very first thing that inspired me to look at self-publishing was a novel I bought from a sci-fi and fantasy convention about five years ago. The author was selling it from a stall and he was a thoroughly nice chap who had clearly sunk a lot of time into his story and its cover. However, it was not his effort that made me want to have a go myself but his lack of effort. Paragraphs were laid out poorly, spelling errors littered the manuscript and simple conventions on how to lay out dialogue had been discarded in favour of putting it into italics instead. In short, despite his many efforts to present a professional looking book, the dreadful layout and grammar made me give up trying to read it half way through. It still sits on my bookshelf and were you to look at my frighteningly large collection, it would not stand out as a self-published book until you attempted to read it. It stays there as a reminder of what not to do, of how an amazing, epic novel can be rendered dead by poor typography.
When I decided to traverse the murky waters of erotica, I thought it only sensible to do some research and so I went on a bit of a spending spree, trying a little of this and a little of that. I was somewhat surprised to find that similar habits were rife online. The same errors and some new, even worse ones were littered over many peoples’ writing and I was slightly taken aback that anyone would put their work out for purchase without some care and attention to how they were presented. Any author is guilty of a few spelling errors and typos no matter how many edits they go through, I can hardly claim to be perfect in that regard but nonetheless, I was still a little amazed at the poor quality that could be found online. In a way though, this led me neatly back to my initial question: what is a professional author?
The answer that I find satisfies me these days lies in the attitude with which one approaches creative works, especially those that are intended to be sold. The market for erotica is saturated and if we want to stand out, we need to be able to subscribe to the same standards of professionalism that a major publisher does. We might not be able to afford the professional covers, the mass publicity and hundreds of editors (hell, I’m working out of my study here) but we can still strive to ensure that our typography, our spelling, our grammar and layouts are as good as we can make them. There’ll always be a rogue typo but I’ve spotted some in many of the paperbacks that litter my home. Our desire to take our work seriously and to sell our readers something worthwhile and enjoyable should extend to every aspect of our writing and publishing careers. Being courteous in our tweets and interactions with our followers should be second nature, delivering a story to our readers that is polished and well-presented should be a natural extension of our desire to write. In short, we shouldn’t let our passion for writing end when we finish our first draft. It should be in our editing, our presentation and our marketing.
It doesn’t matter whether I can call myself professional in any academic sense, what matters is that I want to be and continue to strive to that standard with everything I do as an author. If we write amazing stories but then fail in our presentation and interactions, then we’re pretty much shooting ourselves in the foot.
My second monster porn story is out today featuring a beast that is big, scaly and breathes fire. But is he as dangerous as he appears or does he have other plans for the women that are sacrificed to him yearly? Betrayed by her village, one woman gets the chance to find out for herself when she is taken to his lair…
The dragon was relentless and it roughly started to shove into Myra, forcing her further into the dirt. Liane wondered if the beast was going to kill her with its dick, splitting the girl in two and rupturing her insides. Slowly though, she seemed to be adapting, her pussy managing to accommodate his monstrous organ. She grunted as more of it thrust into her, inches of broad, red dragon flesh sinking into her cunt, thick rivulets of pre-cum dribbling from her lips as it penetrated her. Liane’s fingers slid across her pussy as she watched Myra’s grimace start to turn into a smile as she realised that she could take this beast inside of her.
Above her, the belly of the beast bore down on her back, the heat from the dragon’s insides warm against her naked flesh. Pyrox had dug his claws into the sand and was staring into space, his concentration entirely focused on penetrating Myra. Liane could see that he was clearly enjoying the experience although he seemed to be exerting a degree of self-control so that he didn’t just lurch forward and split her in half. He was huffing a little too, the taught scaly flesh of his rod slowly sinking into his lover’s soaking pussy.
Liane’s own sex was wet too and she had given up any pretence that she wasn’t getting off on the sight before her. Her hand slid along her moist entrance, probing slowly, dipping into her sex occasionally and brushing across her clitoris. Her breathing was starting to match that of Myra’s as she watched the girl get impaled on the dragon’s massive dick and her urge to cum was building.
“Unnnn… so big…! So.. full!” grunted Myra as she began to raise herself from the sand. She had a defiant look on her face but her fists were still clenched, determined to take as much of the monster’s penis as possible. Despite what must have been extreme discomfort she began to push backwards, more of the dragon’s member gobbled up by her hungry pussy. Liane almost gasped as she saw the giant dick bottom out in her, a bulge forming in her tummy from where its massive girth now sat. Smiling and happy despite the pain, Myra began to move on the organ, letting her stretched pussy pleasure her master. Liane sunk her fingers deep into her cunt, biting her lip to stop herself from groaning as she imagined taking the beast herself. Her two fingers pressed into her but it wasn’t enough, it was never going to be enough until she felt Pyrox’s enormous dick inside of her too.
The dragon had now loosened up too, revelling in being as far as he could get inside of Myra’s sex. His hind legs bobbed and the stiff length of the ruby red cock started to thrust into the girl, causing her to almost loose her balance. Despite his greater size, Pyrox was not unduly rough or demanding. His thrusts were occasionally too big and Myra would jerk forward but she grinned and groaned from each pounding and giggled a few times as she got off on how the dragon was penetrating her human pussy. It didn’t take long for her to start grunting though as the feeling of being impaled on such a huge cock thrust her towards climax.
“Oh gods… oh gods yes… ungh… oh…ohhhh…!” she gasped as her fingers dug into the fine soil, her pussy clenching as an orgasm overcame her.