The old house in the Jura valley looms silent. Cliffs surround it. Cows graze nearby. Kids play outside. I’m alone in the cellar, flashlight shaking. Dust chokes the air. That wall—mossy, crumbling. Dad’s notes on Thorleif Bjornsson, the Swedish devil. Emmured here centuries ago. My hammer cracks it open. Stench hits. Then… it. A throbbing mass forms. Shapes into a massive cock. Stone base. Veins pulsing. Gland purple, leaking pre-cum. ‘Approach,’ whispers in my head. Heart races. Pussy clenches. I’ve only fucked Antoine. This? Forbidden. Evil. My fingers itch. Legs weak. Heat builds between thighs. I push the board back. Run upstairs. But night comes. Can’t sleep. That dick haunts me. Huge. Glabrous. Perfect. Fingers slip under panties. Rub my wet slit. Imagine it. Cum hard screaming ‘come back.’ Morning. Family leaves for camp. Alone. Wine loosens me. Robe falls. Down I go. Cock waits. Hard. Beckoning. I squat. Touch it. Warm. Twitches. Grip it. Stroke slow. Then fast. Balls-deep fantasy. It erupts. Hot jets flood the floor. More than any man. I cream myself watching.
Excitement surges again next day. Can’t stop. Push my dripping cunt against the gland. Slide it along my lips. Electric shock. Grind my clit on the shaft. It probes. Almost enters. I tease. Back and forth. Obscene hips bucking. Then boom—endless cum sprays my thighs. I shatter. Orgasm rips through. Unnatural power. But I want more. Deeper.
The Awakening
Nude now. Ass to the wall. Hands grab my hips. Strong. Rough. Cock spears me. Inch by inch. Fills my womb. Slow thrusts. Sensual. Unexpected. Cum floods inside. Leaks out with every pump. I cum sobbing. Voices plead: ‘Free me.’ I smash the wall instead. No—seal it? Too late. The beast emerges. Wolf-dog. Green eyes glow. Human head? Cock pink, pointed. Stiffens. I freeze. Naked. Tears. ‘No!’ But pussy throbs. Primal pull. On all fours. Ass up. Paws clamp me. Weight crushes. Dard stabs deep. Knot swells. Frantic pounding. Hurts. Then bliss. Lubed by demon seed. I scream in orgasms. Tied. Bulging inside. Panic fades to ecstasy. It pulls free. Cum gushes. ‘You’re mine forever.’ Beast vanishes. Wall intact.
Bath washes the crusty sperm from my bush. House empty. No files. Dream? Real? Wolf sightings in local news. I laugh. Knowing. Back to life. Antoine returns. Fucks me vanilla. Tasteless now. Secret burns sweet. I crossed the line. Touched hell. Craved the beast. No regrets. The thrill lingers. Who’s next?