Monstrous Lust: The Tome of Monstrous Lust Volume 2: The Forest Stud’s Ultimate Bundle: Thirty more stories of sex and monsters



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The Monstrous Lust series is one of the most prominent story series of monster erotica on the market. There are few authors like E.M. Beastly willing to write weird and wild tales about monstrous and sexy encounters with eldritch monsters, werewolves, dragons, mythic beasts, and all other sorts of creatures of the night to human prey to fulfill their sexual deviance. Volume one had thirty haunting stories of the most hardcore and naught monster stories you can find. Volume 2 brings you thirty more!



Stories such as ‘Lust and the Spider,’ where a group of friends find themselves tangled in the web of a monstrous spider. They will find out just what kind of equipment use to make love between their eight legs. Then their is the story, 'Deep Arousal,’ where Lovecraft’s famous Deep-Ones, a race of fishy mermen, go about finding suitable partners to be mothers for their monstrous spawn. All this a more in the thirty stories found inside this Tome of lustful wonders.



Sample Story:

Playing Cat and Willing Mouse

That cat was responsible for their disappearance. It took my sister Amanda first. It was she and my sister Carolyn who first found and adopted him. Amanda followed it downstairs thinking he wanted to be fed. Instead, he lured her outside and out into the woods. For three days we looked for her, and then the cat returned again, showing up in Carolyn’s bedroom. I tried to warn her that there was something amiss about that cat, warn them both since the day they brought him home. And then Carolyn disappeared right from her own bed. I heard her screaming from her room, but her door was locked from the inside. By the time I managed to get inside, she and the cat were gone. Yet, in another three days he returned. It was then that I knew he came for me next.

He knew that I knew something wasn’t right. He did not play the sweet, innocent kitty as he did for my sisters. Instead, he stalked around my house at the odd hours of the night. I don’t know how he gets around, or into my bedroom to watch me in my sleep.

He terrified me with his smiling grin that is unnaturally wide and lined with sharp teeth. It is a wicked smile, and I thought it was filled with malice. I am not wrong, but it is not the malice I originally thought it to be. I think the beast planned to seduce me, or perhaps even rape me. He once belonged to a witch; after all, there can be no other explanation for the things that happened around him. He is not the typical black cat. His coat is laced with stripes of silver and it is very shiny. The way it reflects moonlight cannot be natural for any creature of his size. Oh, let me not forget to mention his eyes have a green glow. The glow is subtle and usually can only be seen at night. I don’t know how my sisters missed that.

I wonder what he did with my sisters and the maid, who was the third to disappear. She tried to get rid of him. Yet, while driving him to the shelter; well let’s just say she and the Mercedes I let her borrow are still missing.

I am certain that they are all still alive. The screams of my sister Carolyn were not out of pain or fear. She was screaming out in pleasure. I didn’t think anybody could scream like that out of pleasure but… I have seen that creatures cock. Some weeks ago, he attacked me in my sleep, and he could have taken me then, but he is toying with me. He woke me suddenly, the full moon was bright and shining through my window so that I could see his gleaming white grin. He had grown in size and had large razor claws like a tigers. He shredded my sheets and blankets and lacerated my nightgown to ribbons. I’m surprised I have less cuts and scratches than I do. Here is one on the left side of my stomach that is pretty bad and another on my right breast. The left breast, well that’s a tooth mark where he bit down and suckled.

I woke up with a start and there he was slashing. I was barely awake to understand anything. Until he stopped and was licking between my cleavage. Just licking and purring very loudly, but his smile was as wicked as ever. I think he was licking the blood that he had caused to ooze from my veins. My blood was pumping very excitedly as you may well imagine after such a sudden event. I didn’t dare move. I tried not to breath. With something that big with teeth and claws like knives, you tend to let the kitty be. If he wanted to lick me, well then that’s the least of my concerns.

That wasn’t the night I got see his cock, though I am sure I felt it poking against my thighs. No, that night he just licked and purred while suckling my breasts. He stared at me with menacing glowing eyes that warned me not to move. The sharp slits of is pupils were like daggers into my soul, pinning me down. When he saw that I was going to behave, he crossed his arms and sat down squarely on my stomach with his legs stretched out between mine. For the next few hours, he licked and suckled. He dug his tongue roughly into me breasts. The texture of his tongue didn’t help, as it was as rough as one would expect from a feline. Then there was his playful biting where his nipping teeth clamped onto my nipples. I did not get much sleep that night. I only lay there holding my breath and hoping that I did not make this creature upset. He just licked and smiled as his furry paws kneaded into my stomach.

After a time, he stopped. He licked his paw, cleaned his whiskers and disappeared into the dark. I still couldn’t move. You have no idea how big he was, or how big his claws and teeth were. I’m surprised he did as little damage to me as this.

When the sun finally brought light to fill my room, I scanned everywhere before getting out of bed. There was no way for him to get into my room, and no way for him to leave. If it weren’t for the scratches and the torn bed sheets, I would have never believed it to be anything more than a dream.

He let me know he was real. Next time I might not be so lucky, so I left. I have other villas in Europe where I can stay. Yet, even though I packed lightly and left that same day, he followed. Nay, he was already waiting for me.

It was the second encounter that told me I wasn’t getting away. I was his mouse already caught, and he let me know it. It had been a long exhausting flight, and when I got to my home away from home, I wanted a nice hot shower.

It wasn’t even night! There was still plenty of late afternoon light coming in, and the bathroom was bright and cheery. Yet, I never saw him come in. I know I wasn’t paying attention, with water in my eyes and all, but I would think I would have noticed something before he opened the shower stall and pinned me against the wall. There he was with his sinister smile looking me down again, and here I thought cats didn’t like to get wet.

I guess he wasn’t much of a cat anymore, not in the way he was able to stand and grab me as he did. Sure, he still had striped fur that now seemed to glimmer with a bit of purple as it became wet and saggy from the steamy rain coming down upon us. He still had the grinning smile with long whiskers, his big glowing eyes with the dagger like slits, and the sharp claws and razor teeth. However, he did not use them this time.

Again, he stared at me and I did not move as he pressed his wet fur up against me. Tighter and tighter he pressed me against the shower wall while hot steam filled our chamber. Then he began to sink low, still smiling as he looked up at me as his wet chin went down my cleavage. His muzzle slid all the way down me until he was nuzzling my wet mound. His whiskers bristling against my fuzz, and then that tongue of his went to work again.

Oh my god, the roughness of his tongue and the hot, roaring sprays of the shower playing against my clitoris: Right away I was stung with such a sensation that I almost collapsed down alongside him on the shower floor. This creature, this feline monstrosity with his terrible grin, was a master artisan of womanly pleasure. I understood then why my sisters had decided to keep this beast, or why the maid disappeared. Did they know about this? They must have, but why did they keep it a secret from me?

The papillae of his tongue, were grabbing hold of my clitoris and then his tongue would fold all around it. I don’t think his tongue barbs were like a normal felines. What am I saying? He isn’t a normal feline. He is like a creation that only Lewis Carol could think of. A creature of mad lust, whose tongue I think is made for mad stimulation. The hot, steamy waters cascading down onto me, oh I just wanted to melt. However, he held onto me and kept me pinned up against the wall. It also helped that he had me seated on his paw. His thumb rubbed around my pussy lips while a well-placed claw from a forefinger extended into my anus, awakening me out of my stupor whenever I slumped down too low. Oh yes, he kept me squirming. I came so many times. I came until I passed out. Only when the shower’s water turned ice cold did I wake up from my encounter.

He was gone by then. Nonetheless, after that strange encounter, there was no way I could turn him down. I haven’t had it that good for a long time, and I definitely never had a man who took me with such savagery. It made me feel like a beast, and I never knew I craved to be fucked like one.

That was his plan. That’s what I think he did with all my sisters; he turned them into animals and made them members of his pride. He wants me next, he wants his harem to be big and strong, and he wants to keep the family together. Me and my sisters are stronger when we are together, we always have been. I wouldn’t own the many mansions and villas that I do without them. We take charge and get what we want. Now we have a beast of a man; a wild, mad lover to fulfill our instinctual needs. It will be a nice change from the corporate bureaucracy, and it’s time for me to retire anyway.

And so, the third time I encountered him he was waiting for me. I think it was a test. A test to see if he had successfully proven himself as a mighty alpha, a king of beasts, through his sexual powers alone. He was just sitting there grinning at me. Knowing he had passed, and it was now that I truly beheld his cock. It was a bright purple thing, quite strange and bizarre. The shaft bulged wider as it got to the tip which was covered in strange barbs. I remembered then that a cat’s penis was supposed to be barbed, but this was not quite the same. Yet, he wasn’t quite a cat, a mockery of it to be more matter of fact.

His fur was purpler now, with pinkish stripes instead of silver. It still had a wonderful shine. His ears curled a little, and his proportions were strange all around. Again, he smiled his wicked smile that was wider than his face should hold. I should have asked him then what he was or where he had taken my sisters, but I knew that I would get those answers soon enough.

I take it back; I did ask the question, not with words, but with my willingness to give into his spell. After the shower experience, I couldn’t help but pay him back. It was his devious plan all along. He knew it too, as he sit outstretched in my deep octagonal shaped alcove window. Beyond it, I could see the French plane trees swaying. The view was like looking into a portal to a strange wonderland, and he was the guardian in the middle.

So I tried to bring my cougar charm and prance up to him with my seductive stride, but his imposing nature still made me wobbly in the knees. My mind arguing about what it was having my body do as I slowly lowered myself between his outstretched, purple legs. His long tail with its fluffy tuft at the end swished and swirled around me as I took his big, purple penis into my hands. It was warm and moist, and the barbs weren’t so much barbs as they were large triangle shaped studs. They felt firm but not overly hard, and rubbing my fingers around them made me realize how wonderful they would feel. Surely, my sisters were screaming in absolute pleasure from having these poke around inside them.

I was getting excited. Their touch between my fingers aroused me something fierce. It was like getting a new exotic toy, but this one was warm and alive. I put it in my mouth trying not to think anymore about where I wanted to put it. However, its texture on my tongue was just as wild as it was over my fingers. I wanted to keep in there, twirling it on my tongue, inside my cheeks, and have my lips constantly run around those triangular studs. Never have I had such a strong desire to suck on something since my young childhood days when I sucked on my thumb.

I convinced myself that I had to feel him inside me. I was getting very wet at the feeling of this magical purple penis with its wonderful texture just from it being inside my mouth. I wanted to rip it out of my lips, jump on him, and feel that wonderful texture puncture my insides. First, let me suck and twirl it on my tongue just a bit longer. The taste, texture and feeling as it tickled the roof of my mouth; every time I thought I would pull it out, I found myself sucking just a little longer.

He of course just purred, smiled and then he came. I sucked too hard and too much. I hadn’t realized I was bringing him so close to release. I was so busy enjoying the texture that I wasn’t paying attention. Now it was vibrating and pulsing like mad, and thick cream filled my mouth. It was as pleasant as the shaft that I milked it from. His flood was thick and filled my mouth and throat quickly. Yet, I still found myself unable to relinquish his wonderful delight from my mouth. Even when he finished and his last spurts trickled down my throat, I still sucked, licked and swirled it around. It wasn’t until he began to fade away like a ghost that I found myself forced to stop.

It confused me, and I tried to ask why his sudden departure. Yet, as always, he just purred and smiled his usual grin as he left me there to stare out of that window into my garden with its swaying trees.

He is not done with me, I feel certain of that. The next time will be the last. He will surprise me like always. Maybe next time it will be in the garden or out by the pool. Where or whenever, I shall be waiting. It’s his turn to take me while I wait. First, I want a taste of his cock again. He can lay over me and bury his furry balls into face, I don’t care. As long as I get to suckle that wonderful texture one more time, and while I’m at it he can lick my clitoris like that time in the shower. What a double whammy that will be. His tongue and his cock, oh what excitement!

After we both cum, he can finally have me. I want him to take me like he owns me. To be like the monstrous beast he has shown me to be, I want him to grab me by the back of my neck while I howl from that purple cock of his. Those triangular studs will make me howl just as they had made my sister howl. All the while, he will be smiling and purring like always. He will tease me, as I demand him to go faster, but instead he will tickle me with it. He will slowly move it around, and I will love every moment of it. Since it was in my mouth I can only excitedly imagine the texture of his cock inside me, or how my sex is going to react wrapped around it. Oh, how I can’t wait for him to appear his final time, and to fill and bathe me in his seed. I envy my sisters who are waiting for me to join them.