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First published August 23, 2014
“I guess if you’ve never slept with a Yeti, you wouldn’t understand…”Well, obviously at some point one has to dip one’s toes into monsterotica. After all, karen the Goodreads Queen Regnant bravely trailblazed it for a reason, and the least we can do is sometimes follow in her footsteps. (Well, not literally as that would be stalking and one is too classy for that).
“It was the hairiest pair I’d ever seen, but that didn’t stop me.”So. Anyway. Yeti monster porn. A trilogy. The rating for which, after some deliberation between Dennis and me, is probably a three on the yeti penis scale, but a four on the scaly and soft “Dragon Ballz” one (purely coincidentally a title of the second volume of this undisputed ratings-defying masterpiece).
“The only thing hotter than a man with a beard is a man who’s hairy all over.”
“And then the real Yeti turned its attention toward me. I swear I could see lust in those eyes, even as its fangs dripped with Big Man’s blood and guts.”
“I felt a warm rush between my legs, and I couldn’t tell if I was wet from its nose or from my own sudden excitement.”
“I could almost get my mouth around it. I felt like my jaw was going to pop as I strained to take him in.”
Yup, she must be half-anaconda.
“I was so wet, it was running down my thighs. I couldn’t tell if it was blood or his cum or just how turned on I was.”
“As his body clenched with pleasure, I launched off of him, a rocket of cum trailing behind me through the air, arching until I landed on the bed of furs below.”
It stood over me, emitting a low growl, like a dog that wants to play. I could see in the low light of the fire that it had cleaned itself after the earlier attack.
I got my first really good look at him. His hulking, masculine shoulders. His broad, hairy chest. It’s deep set eyes were a crystal blue. I could make out a firm jaw line beneath all of the fur - like a beard that covered 90% of his body, but I could tell it wasn’t scratchy or raspy at all, but rather soft and lush, like the lining on really fancy boots. Even his oversized ears spoke to something primal and powerful deep in me. It was ruggedly handsome in its own way. He smelled musky, like a man who has spent the day working with his hands.
I guess if you’ve never slept with a Yeti, you wouldn’t understand…
A ten foot tall creature with glistening white fur, six inch classes, and a drooling tongue extended from his tooth filled maw set upon him.
There I was, laid out before Bigfoot’s bigger, badder, cooler cousin in a slutty red dress, legs spread eagle.
It leaned in for a sniff of my pussy. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I could feel the creatures cold wet nose brush against my shaved cunt. I felt a warm rush between my legs, and I couldn’t tell if I was wet from its nose or from my own sudden excitement.
I was so wet, it was running down my thighs. I couldn’t tell if it was blood or his cum or just how turned on I was.
I was helpless, nothing more than a doll to him, speared doggie style on the end of his dick like a kabob on a skewer.
I could feel the volume and force of him within me. It splashed back over his fur, gushing out of me. As his body clenched with pleasure, I launched off of him, a rocket of cum trailing behind me through the air, arching until I landed on the bed of furs below.
I surrendered all hope of escape, of struggle, as it began to creep down the wall of the nest, edging toward me.
I was about to die…
I spread my legs wide, carefully brushing the downy bedding aside to present myself to the creature before me.
I was understandably curious in the moment – what did a dragon cock look like, anyway? I dared to peak over my shoulder.
There it was, extended from an inconspicuous slit in his scales. It stood hard and firm, almost a foot long, thick as my wrist, and forked like a snake’s tongue. It had two tremendous, throbbing heads, promising twice the pleasure if I survived his entry. Talk about double penetration.
It was manly, very smooth and a little scaly, yet felt wonderfully soft against my lips.
Whatever violence he had intended for me had drained out of him when he’d emptied his double load.
I had successfully fucked for my life.
I took one whole ball into my mouth, straining my jaw to accommodate him. This was a favorite move of the Yeti.
I felt his legs tense with a start, then relax, placing his massive paw gently on the back of my head in approval – in gratitude.
I ran my tongue up and down his penis, swelling and growing to his fullest potential, standing erect now with a compelling urgency – radiating the message of the Yeti’s incredible pleasure that was probably visible from space.