Note: This story is fantasy in the most complete sense. Unrealistic proportions and stamina. A single man in a supernatural world full of invariably sexy, horny women. Love equated with lust, and love/lust at first sight. Think of it as less of a story, and more of a night dream, which like all dreams has its own rules, that for as long as you are dreaming, you accept on its own terms.

Critical feedback is fine, but if you’re going to be rude or demeaning, keep it to yourself. The usage of the words “cum/cummed/cumming” rather than “come/came/coming” is a deliberate stylistic choice.

All characters are 18+.

I apologize for the erratic rate of posting, but my inspiration comes in fits and starts. Enjoy!


Selene’s soft moonglow streamed in through fluted pillars, the night wind whistling through the marble in gentle melodies, bringing with it the fresh scent of the recently fallen rain. Alexander shimmered, dreamlike, into the pavilion, appearing between the pillars, and shuddering slightly with pleasure as the breeze set his massive dangling trunk to swaying. Thick droplets of clear precum dripped from his cockknob onto the lush grass.

He strode beneath the dome, the incensed musk of his demon’s breath filling the air, and smiled to see the slumbering silhouette of a young maiden laying on her side atop a bed of soft rose petals, facing away from him. Her virginity called to his incubal duty, and his cock twitched. His feet padded softly on the floor as he went over to her, and reached out a hand–


The incubus stiffened in shock at the sleepy voice as the girl turned over, electric ecstasy thrilling through him. As Selene’s path trod through the stars, the moonlight shifted to beam fully upon the luscious angel face of Cinnamon. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, and smiled dreamily at him. “Is this a dream?”

“No,” Alexander said, kneeling by her side, his voice breathless with love. “I’m here, Cinnamon.”

Her eyes lit up, and she sat up, her lush scarlet hair – which the hues of his own hair now matched – falling from her head. She was as freshly beautiful as ever, with those lovely round tits and body as perfect as his carnaleira; her pussy, bald when he first met her, now sported a light, sparse bush of vivid scarlet thatch. “Alexander!” she murmured, laying a hand astride his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding through his muscles. She leaned in, her face upturned and lips parted, as the the sweet spice of her breath washed over his face.

And he kissed her, gathering her up in his arms and cradling her, hands on her small, lushly round buttocks. Their kiss was hot, steamy, passionate, a tangling of tongues and mingling of breath and saliva as Cinnamon arched her luscious boobs against the chiseled muscles of his chest. “Mmmm,” she sighed. “You are different each time we meet, Alexander,” she said breathily, “but always the same.” Her eyes were large and imploring, adoring and worshipful. “Make love to me.”

Alexander remembered the oracle she had told him, and murmured, “I would not see you taken by a dragon.” He clutched her close to him, hands squeezing gently upon her ass, as his cock, pulsing along her back, dripped precum down her body.

The gloriously red-headed vixen reached behind her to grasp as much of his thick shaft in her hand as she could. She shimmied upwards along his fuckrod, grinning delightedly as her lover moaned, his cock hotdogging her ass crack. Her own juices dribbled from her nether lips, to trickle down his pole, and she shuddered slightly, till her dripping womanhood rested lightly against his bulbous cockknob.

“Then take me from behind,” she murmured to him, panting hot anticipation onto his face, her lithe fingers tugging his cock to press against her puckered rosebud. Alexander kissed her again, and she nibbled on his bottom lip before she twisted around. With the Man-demon’s assistance, she turned and lay upon her tummy, full ripe boobs heaving sensuously into the ground as she spread her legs, revealing the tiny winking pucker above her puffy, dripping pussy.

Alexander ran his fingers gently through her waves of crimson silk, and she angled her head back to look at him adoringly. Her eyes were huge with love and lust, and she shuddered sweetly at his touch. He knelt over her, his knees outside hers, and grasped her hips. Cinnamon shivered again at the pleasure of his strong grip, and humped her ass back at him needily. Trickling cream stained her inner thighs.

His bloated cockhead pressed between her ass crack, and smeared slimy precum into her puckered asshole. “Cinnamon,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with lust and filled with infinite tenderness, and pushed inside her rosebud, his bulbous cockknob straining inside her hot, tight asshole. Cinnamon’s back arched, and her hips rose off the ground of their own accord to anchor more of him inside her.

“Alexanderrrrrrr,” she moaned his name as he sank his massive tool inside her asshole. Her perfect ass was so hot, so incredibly tight, enveloping his manhood in the girl he loved so much, that Alexander gushed forth a torrent of spunk instantly, squirting thick creamy seed into her pucker. “Oooonnnghhhhnnnghhhnnhh!” Cinnamon thrashed around the fat fuckspear impaling her, juicing hard as she felt his cornucopial jizz fill her.

In the throes of their shared orgasm, Alexander bucked his hips forward hard, and his spurting dick thrust entirely inside her small ass, his thick, throbbing, veiny pole disappearing into her tightly stretched pucker. Cinnamon shrieked in pleasure, the sweetly obscene sound shivering through her body and thrumming around Alexander’s spunking fuckrod.

He seized her ripe, perky boobs from behind, squeezing and fondling them, and Cinnamon’s breath caught in her throat as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her virgin frame. Alexander pounded away as he cummed, overwhelmed with love and lust, and his balls smacked wetly into her inner thighs with each thrust, becoming soaked with the juices she sprayed from her puffy, crimson-thatched cunny.

Cinnamon’s entire body vibrated around his spurting cock like rumbling thunder, milking more and more cum from his bulging spunk pump as he pummeled her horny asshole. Her lips soundlessly formed his name as her breath caught in her throat, and the force of their shared orgasms dominated her world. Again and again her lover rutted her, jizzing all the while as she bucked her ass back against his pelvis in loud, lewd smacks.

Cinnamon,” he groaned, his breathing harsh pants as he thrust and cummed into her. “My beloved… my soul…”

Her answering moans could just be heard, the girl barely able to form words in the frenzy of her pleasure as she bucked her buttocks back up into his pelvis and writhed in his fondling grasp. “My one… my only…”

Their bodies arched together, seizing up with the clenching strength of shared love. Alexander’s cockstalk anchored completely inside the cute redhead’s horny rosebud as his fat globs of spunk rocketed into her, and her pussy clutched on emptiness, juicing hard. Then they fell limp, collapsing upon the grass, Alexander atop his lover, gasping and panting.

“Seven goddesses,” Cinnamon panted, clenching her asshole greedily around his fat member and wrenching a groan from him. “That was… Alexander, you are amazing!” He was silent, pressing kisses to her hair and shoulders and ears. She shuddered sweetly at the heated touch of his lips as they left brands of love upon her flesh, shocks of afterglow crackling through her flesh.

She looked back at him, gyrating her buttocks back against his pelvis, milking him for every last oozing drop of thick cockslop. Alexander’s eyes rolled back briefly at the intensity of his pleasure, and Cinnamon panted onto his face. “Must we part again?”

He pressed his mouth to hers, murmuring as their lips brushed. “I will save you from the dragon. Freya sent her handmaiden to promise. I promise.”

Low crackling thunder rumbled out a clear sky overhead, and Cinnamon’s eyes were large, staring into his, their faces barely apart. “Then I shall wait, Alexander.” Affectioniately, she squeezed her pucker around his huge cock again. “When next we meet, I will bear you daughters.”

Then their lips met again, mashing into a frenzied kiss of wild passion, as the Man-demon slowly faded away, leaving behind the thoroughly ravished redheaded maiden who loved him, thick oozing dribbles of cum oozing from her well-fucked rosebud.

Maidens four mark his lust
Love pants in heated sighs
Leave the hells the demon must
For the tide is too high

September 2018
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