The Dinner Party Pt. 02: Preparation – Erotic Horror – Free Sex Story

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Slowly, consciousness begins to come back to Morgan. The world feels…fuzzy and strange. She can’t quite think and she certainly can’t move and neither can she see. She can feel a cloth tied over her eyes and roughly woven ropes dig into her flesh… Though somehow, she knows that it isn’t the ropes that keep her from moving. Waves of pleasure slowly roll over her body and she gasps. Someone is between her legs, their mouth fixed to her cunt, their tongue slipping inside her again and again, lapping at her juices as the flow freely from her. Her hips twitch upward a fraction of an inch and she whimpers. The air around her is bitterly cold, biting at her flesh and making her shiver. The mouth that works her Pussy moves up slowly, lips wrapping around her clit…

A desperate cry tears itself from Morgan’s throat as the lips wrapped around her clit begin to suckle upon the tender bundle of nerves. She feels the ghost of sharp teeth scraping against her as that mouth draws her up into it again and again — sucking hard on her… She’s brought quickly to climax, screaming as her hips buck upward this time — breaking through the paralysis that had gripped her body as she cums. Morgan’s entire body seizes, going stiff as her cunt gushes forth.

“Hold still, dear…” She just barely recognizes the voice — The faerie from the forest… and he drags his tongue over the entirety of her throbbing Sex, taking a moment to swirl its tip over her overstimulated clit.

Another scream leaves her lips and she feels sharp claws digging into the flesh of her thighs, the cold air quickly drawing attention to the fact that he’s drawn blood now. The faerie holds her shuddering, jerking body in place and he continues to work his tongue in that spot.

“AHN!!! ST-STOP! PLEASE IT’S TOO MUCH!” Morgan cries. She can’t take it — it’s too much! The shocks of agonized, electric pleasure jolt through her body, her abdominal muscles squeezed tight and burning, her cunt clenching as another Orgasm comes crashing down on her. “C-Cumming! OH GOD! PLEASE! NO MORE! ST-STOP!”

Her pleas only draw an amused chuckle from the faerie. “I don’t think I will~” He purrs before returning to his work.

A long, thick tongue slips into her aching hole and serrated teeth nibble at her lower lips — his mouth is closed over her clit again and he’s suckling on her, nipping at her, devouring her cunt like a man starved. The faerie brings Morgan to climax over and over again, digging his claws ever deeper into her thighs as she bucks and writhes in his grip.

With every screaming, gushing, leg-shaking Orgasm he gives her, Morgan feels her inhibitions and her fears slipping away, replaced only by a desperate, fuzzy need for more and more pleasure. Her body grows ever more sensitive until even the slightest brush of his lips against her sends a roaring wave of unbearable ecstasy through Morgan’s body. She’s become nothing more than a quivering puddle of lust beneath him — desperate for his touch, desperate for more. When he pulls away from her at last, Morgan is shaking and her throat aches from screams… Yet somehow, she doesn’t feel satisfied. If anything, she feels a deeper and more desperate need for pleasure than she’d felt in the forest before — strong enough that she can’t form a single thought that isn’t bent towards Sex.

“Nnnn…” She pants. “Please — don’t stop…I need… need more!

The faerie laughs again. “Well, look at you — you’re just a pathetic little slut now, aren’t you? Good, I think you’re just about ready for the party…”

He pulls the blindfold from her eyes and she closes them tightly against the bright, white light that suddenly accosts her with a cry off pain. Her vision is blurred when, at last, she is able to open them again and it seems to take an age for her surroundings to come into focus. She almost gasps when she sees where she is. A glimmer ceiling carved from pale blue eye stretches out far above her — its surface carved into intricate snowflake shapes and the curling, branching lines of fresh frost.

A rainbow of colors plays across the ice, reflecting and refracting and bathing Morgan in its light. She can’t help but stare — she doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything this beautiful in her life. It looks straight out of… Well, straight out of a fairy-tale. The faerie places his hands on Morgan’s shoulders — carefully manipulating her spent body into a sitting position. He brushes the hair from her face and she moans when his fingers make contact with her skin. She leans into his touch — desperate for more.

“Hmmm…” he hums, tucking the stray strands behind her ears. “Your skin is so warm and you smell like a bright summer day…” The faerie sighs. “Perhaps we’ll have to convince you to defect in the future… Though I feel the party-goers will quite appreciate that…touch of heat.”

“Pleeease…” Morgan pants. “Touch me!” She wants more, her entire mind is bent on that thought, on feeling the intense bliss he had brought her so many times already.

She doesn’t even think twice about asking him for more, doesn’t even consider the debt — as far as she’s concerned, she belongs to him. He’s all she could ever want. She feels like she’s going to burn away into nothing if he doesn’t satisfy that ache.

The faerie quirks an eyebrow at her. “Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll be getting touched plenty tonight. Now, open your mouth like a good little girl…”

Morgan’s mouth drops open without a second thought, her tongue lolling out over her lips. A gag is placed in her mouth and carefully, the faerie fastens the buckle, making sure not to catch any of her hair in it.

“There we go. Now, I’ll be back soon, my attendants will make sure you’re…properly dressed and then I’ll be taking you to the party~”

He leaves her now, walking past her and disappearing behind her. Morgan still can’t move — her limbs are frozen stiff, trapped in this sitting position with the gag in her mouth, keeping her from making any sound more than muffled whines. Her whole body aches with the pain of her intense arousal — being worst at the juncture of her thighs where her cunt throbs and burns and her clit seems to twitch in time with the beating of her heart.

Morgan hears the sound of footsteps and glances up to see a pair of beautiful women enter through an ornately carved archway. As they approach her, she becomes aware of the fact that they’re completely identical — clearly fae, though they aren’t of the same line as the one who had been so blissfully tormenting her earlier. The first thing she notices about them is their eyes — bright, glittering silver that reflects the light back at her like tiny mirrors. Their skin is a pale, icy blue and shot through with branching, navy-blue veins… Their long, white hair cascades down their backs and over their shoulders, curling around the wide curve of their hips. They have the same sharp facial features as the other faerie — the same large, almond-shaped eyes; the same pointed chins, cheekbones and ears. But these two are nowhere near as tall as he was, at most, they’re no taller than her…

Though their limbs are abnormally long, their arms ending in spindly, claw-tipped fingers. Both of the women are completely naked, save for a glittering chain made from shining white metal. It dangles between their breasts, suspended from their pierced nipples and creating a Y shape, the chain connects to a delicate ring that peeks out from the thatch of curling white hair between their thighs.

They smile at her in unison, lips like juicy blackberries parting to reveal rows and rows of needle sharp teeth and dark blue tongues.

“Oh my, Sister! Our good Sir Rowan has left us the most wonderful little doll to dress up, hasn’t he?” The twin on the right turns towards the one on the left who reaches out to caress one of Morgan’s curls with a soft giggle.

“Oh yes, Sister.” She replies, “Just look at her — the flush in her cheeks, those perfect pink little lips and that warm, soft body…”

The other laughs again. “Look how plump and round she is!”

The twin on the right steps in closer, taking a deep breath through her nose before her long, spindly fingers ghost over Morgan’s body, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure through her. Although her cries are muffled by the gag, they still elicit laughter from the faerie women before her.

“Look how sensitive she is, Sister! Sir Rowan must have spent quite a bit of time preparing her for us…” Giggles the twin on the right, now clapping her hands together. “Even a little touch has her moaning for us!”

The twin on the left moans. “Mmmmm I want a taste…” She’s less than an inch from Morgan now, their skin nearly touching and an aura of cold emanates from the faerie’s body. “Surely Sir Rowan won’t mind if we…” She glances at her twin who looks at her with anticipation and excitement.

“Oh no, of course he won’t…” She says, dragging an unnaturally long, blue tongue over Morgan’s cheek. “I’m sure he knows we couldn’t possibly help ourselves when presented with such a delectable little morsel…”

Her touch feels like ice but it sends Morgan tumbling over that precipice of bliss all over again, her eyes squeezing shut as she shudders and trembles, waves of pleasure rolling over her again and again.

“Where should we start, Sister dear?”

Morgan screams into the gag, already Cumming hard when lips wrap around her right nipple and a tongue prods at her piercing — one of the faerie women has attached her mouth to Morgan’s breast and suckles at it, working the flesh with practiced ease. Morgan feels her cunt clench and her clit twitching in response to the attention. It hurts, she wants more… When the faerie woman pulls back, she takes the nipple between her teeth, lifting the entirety of the heavy globe by the tiny point of Morgan’s nipple and for a moment, she swears she’s going to pass out from the intense pleasure, the way it mingles with the pain is unbelievable.

“Mmmmm I think we should start right here…” One of the twins says, dragging her tongue over Morgan’s nipple, swirling around the hardened nub. “There’s so much meat here, too! So soft and heavy and succulent…”

“Oh?” The other twin grins. “I think you’re right — no one will notice if we take just a little bite of those massive things!”

They collapse into giggles. There’s something wrong with the words that leave their lips and even through the haze of lust and over-stimulation, Morgan feels a faint surge of fear. This isn’t right… They’re going to do something to hurt her, aren’t they?

“Hear how her heart pounds?” Long fingers cup Morgan’s breast.

The other presses her lips to Morgan’s ear and begins to speak: “Do you want us to devour your, sweetling? To feel our mouths on your flesh? Shall we taste your sweet juices on our tongues and bring you the greatest bliss? It seems that the preparations Sir Rowan has already made have ensured that our every ministration shall send you plummeting over the precipice of pleasure… And we cannot deny ourselves a taste of the delicious morsel he has set before us…”

Morgan tries to shake her head, tries to tell them no. There is something very wrong here — their strange mirror-like eyes glimmer with some sort of mischief that makes her heart pound ever harder until she feels almost as though it will break Free from the cage of her ribs. Her body, however, refuses to respond to her demands: she cannot shake her head and the gag in her mouth keeps her from voicing her pleas. The only communication she’s capable of is to look at the faerie twins with wide, pleading eyes. It has no effect on them at all — the laugh, the sound like sinister bells ringing out in the dark. Their mouths descend upon Morgan’s breasts and any fear or unease she may have had is banished from her thoughts. Lips and tongues and teeth tease her stiff, painful nipples and Morgan would writhe beneath them if she could move. She screams into the gag as they suckle on her — working her nipples with their dexterous mouths and tongues.

‘Oh GOD! Oh FUCK! It’s so good — more! More, please more! Oh god, please! Please!’ Morgan thinks desperately.

“Don’t worry, sweetling — it will only be temporary. You will return from faerie exactly as you came…” One of the twins looks up, an expression in her eyes of mingled pity and mischief.

What… what would be only temporary? And then blinding pain hits her as the faerie twins sink their needle teeth deep into the flesh of Morgan’s breasts. They attack her with the desperation and ferocity of a starving animal and she screams. It should hurt so much more than it does — but whatever the faerie man had dosed her with turns that agony into mind-numbing pleasure that roars through her entire being… Every muscle gone tense, her toes curling, her cunt gushing forth with a torrent of clear, sticky girl-cum. The faerie women both make a sound low in their throats that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan as they tear mouthfuls of meat Free from Morgan’s ample breasts. Yet even as they pull away, Morgan feels strange — the bite wounds healing almost instantly, appearing as though they had never been there at all and she has her answer — any physical harm would repair itself, her body returning to the way it had been before.

She whimpers helplessly, nearly hyperventilating as she watches them chew — like toddlers with thick rivulets of ruby red blood dribbling over their lips and running down their chins. The twin on the left slips her hand between her legs with a long, low moan.

“Ohhhhhh gooooooodssssss…” She groans — and Morgan can hear the wet sound of the faerie woman’s fingers slipping into her own sopping hole. “She’s so sweet, Sister!”

Her twin closes the gap between them, wrapping her arms around her double and cupping one of her breasts in her hand. “Yes, Sister. I taste it — the warm sweetness of summer! How long it has been since we tasted of that line…” She pants.

Their words are strangely slurred, distant and breathy. Morgan stares at them — feeling some mixture of terror, disgust and arousal building in her as she does. They caress each other’s bodies, hands running over one another’s curves as their lips meet in a feverish, passionate kiss — smearing her blood all over each other’s faces.

She watches them in growing agony, feeling her body grow ever warmer, the blood pooling in her cunt making it burn and throb and ache. The faeries run their hands over each other; fingers tweaking nipples, sharp claws leaving behind red welts that fade in seconds, sharp teeth sinking into tender blue flesh, leaving bruises and bite marks behind. They seem to have completely forgotten Morgan’s existence, becoming lost in the bliss of exploring each other’s bodies.

“OH!” One of the crimes out, exaltation in her voice as her twin’s fingers slip between her legs. The faerie woman moans, her head falling back and her eyes closing. “Oh Sister! Yes! Just like that — put your fingers in my aching cunny!”

Morgan whines, squirming against her bonds, trying to loosen them so that she can ease this ache. She wants — no, she needs more. The pain of where her flesh had been torn away is a dull throb that surges in time with the frantic beating of her heart and it keeps her wanting for more… There’s a growing puddle of her own juices beneath her, soaking the backs of her thighs. Watching the twins pleasuring each other only makes Morgan’s need grow, but she can’t seem to take her eyes off of them.

“W-wait…” The twin whose hand was between her double’s legs looks up. “Dearest, we have a job to do. Sir Rowan will surely punish us if the main course is not prepared by the time he returns.”

The other woman pouts, heaving out a heavy sigh. “Sir Rowan be damned — let me find my release! I am aching Sister!” She whines.

The other shakes her head. “The party will be soon and you will find all the release that you crave, Sister…”

“Not soon enough…”

They drop their voices — now whispering to one another in a language that Morgan can’t understand. It’s familiar somehow and has the same lyrical rise and fall as Irish Gaelic… It would be beautiful if there weren’t something strangely sinister about their conversation. Morgan cannot possibly know the language and yet, somehow, the meaning of several words is clear to her. Words like “fuck” and “ravage” and “take her”. The sisters separate, turning back towards Morgan with mischief sparkling in their strange silver eyes.

One twin approaches and places her hands on Morgan’s knees. “We will remove your bonds to dress you shortly…But first –” She pushes Morgan’s legs apart — exposing her soaking wet cunt to the freezing cold air. Morgan cries out, the air on her flesh feels so cold that it burns. ” My twin needs something from you — I promise, it will not hurt you. Too much.”

The faerie steps aside and then positions herself behind Morgan, sinking those clawed fingers deep into the flesh of her breasts — drawing another cry from Morgan’s lips. She desperately wishes she could move, that she could speak — that she could do anything other than sit there, moved around like a fucking Sex doll. Morgan’s attention, however, is quickly drawn to the other twin who stands in front of her. The chain that connects her nipple piercings to her clit piercing begins to glow with a bright blue light — flaring around the clit-ring… The faerie woman’s hand slips down between her legs again, a finger on either side of that now engorged clit as she begins to stroke herself. Her clit twitches, swelling and swelling…And beginning to grow.

Morgan’s eyes grow wide, watching the faerie’s body change — watching that nub grow longer and thicker until the faerie has to wrap a hand around it in order to pleasure herself. Where there had been before only the tender bud of a clit, a thick, throbbing cock now protruded from between the faerie’s thighs. A glob of glistening pre-cum drips from its tip as the faerie continues to work it — jerking herself off in front of Morgan.

“Hurry up, Sister!” The other faerie snaps. “Just put it in her cunny and fuck her already!”

“Oh stop your whining, Sister. I’m almost ready.” The cock between her legs had been huge already — but it continues to swell until it’s nearly as thick around as Morgan’s fist and nearly a foot long. She can’t believe the size of the thing, her eyes crawling over every pulsing vein.

There’s no fucking way she can take that thing inside of her. Her boyfriend had been damn near eight inches and he had been almost too big for her. Morgan’s heart skips a beat as the faerie lines that massive, throbbing head up with the entrance to her cunt.

‘No! It won’t–It won’t fit! It’s going to–‘

In a single violent thrust, the faerie shoves the entirety of her cock into Morgan’s hole. She hears the loud squelching noise as any air that was inside of her is forced out, feels the lips spread wide and her inner walls struggle to contain the intense girth. She can feel her skin tear, she can see the outline of that cock bulging out from her ample belly — she can feel the way her body strains to accommodate it… And if Morgan had anything left of her faculties in that moment, she would be worried about the inevitable damage to her body.

But luckily (or unluckily) for her, the sensation of the faerie woman ruining Morgan’s cunt with her gargantuan dick combined with the aphrodisiacs running rampant in her body, has robbed Morgan of anything other than pleasure. White lights pop in her vision when the faerie begins to thrust into her, nearly pulling out all twelve-inches before smashing it back into her cunt. Morgan can hear the sound of her cunt breaking, every squelch and wet sucking sound as the faerie pounds her but oh god she doesn’t care. She cries out again and again, screaming as her eyes roll back into her head and she cums.

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