Having spent himself in her, the creature attempted to withdraw his penis. I watched as he slid back from Elizabeth’s body, but was unable to pull his huge length free of her. Nearly dragging her body down the bed, he grunted and pulled, until finally, with an audible popping sound, his organ, the head now swollen to the size of a man’s fist, pulled loose from it’s fleshy prison. A flood of semen flowed from my beloved’s wrecked cavity. So enlarged was she that, from my vantage point, I could see up into her and could see the opening to her womb. Great quanitities of sperm flowed out to form a puddle on the mattress of my wedding bed.
Settling back, the foul fiend looked with amusement at my beloved Elizabeth. She moaned and reached for the fleshy length that had just violated her. I was shocked to see her take it in hand, rubbing and stroking it’s massive stalk and mushrooming head. Her hands were too small to circumvent it’s girth. Releasing his cock and placing her hands on the creature’s chest, Elizabeth pushed him back to a prone position on the bed. I was again amazed as I witnessed her rolling on top of his huge, shaggy form and guiding the monster’s penis to her mouth. It was far too large to place in her mouth, so Elizabeth kissed and licked her way up and down the length of it, paying special attention to the swelling glans. Mesmerized, the creature lay motionless for a short time and then responded to her oral administrations by thrusting towards her mouth with his hips. When the organ was restored to it’s full nearly inhuman size, Elizabeth mounted the fiend and sank down on his weapon, impaling herself on it with a loud grunt. I watched as the opening of her vagina stretched over the massive head and then slid on down the veiny stalk. When Elizabeth had lowered herself as far down it as she could, a shudder ran through her petite body as another orgasm overtook her. She paused briefly until it passed and then began to thrust back and forth on the huge cock. With each movement, she moaned and sobbed. My own organ, minuscule by comparison, was by this time leaking profuse amounts of precum onto my lap and thighs, but my climax was unobtainable. I was not able in my bound state to apply enough stimulation to gain release.
Faster and harder they coupled as both once again reached fulfillment. Elizabeth sounded barely human as she shrieked from one orgasm to the next, with barely a breath between them. She thrust down hard on the massive length of cock that stretched her to the point of tearing, the mangy fiend beneath her thrust upwards equally hard as his black lips drew back in a savage snarl. I could hear his ragged breathing become gasps as his organ suddenly spasmed in Elizabeth’s belly, filling her with his sperm once again. I watched as the vile fluid leaked from her, oozing past the thick penis that was plugging her opening with its girth. At the sight of his lust spewing forth, my own penis quivered and shot its fluid forth, nearly causing me to pass out from the force of my orgasm. The white stream shot across the room and landed on Elizabeth’s back as she threw her head back in a convulsion of ecstasy.
Slumping forward, Elizabeth stayed impaled upon his length. I saw how she quivered around it, her intimate flesh pulsating with orgasm after orgasm. Her rippling vagina forced the softening penis from her depths as she continued to experience after-cums. I witnessed the large head being expelled from her, exiting with a pop and a fresh wash of sperm. It appeared as if nearly a quart of the monsters seed was released, so great was the deluge from her. It hung in strings from the stretched lips of her vagina, which were obsenely opened. My beloved Elizabeth! Would my own organ ever serve her again? Surely, the fiend had ruined her for me, so distended was her sex! Yet, at the same time, I desired to enter her, as the creature had done, and release my again growing lust into her.
Laying her head on the creatures massive chest, Elizabeth slid her hands down to her crotch, down to the site of their unholy union, to her reamed sex and its fluid dripping lips, which now were open like a double stable door. She rubbed the opening where the creatures large penis had penetrated her and where his fluids still remained. I saw her fingers slide into her cavity and then back out as if in disbelief at the events that had occured. She rubbed herself again across her mound and then inserted her hand inside her self. As deep as her wrist it went, and with ease she took it. Upon removal, it was coated with the beast’s sperm, which she proceeded to rub into her breats and then, moving her hand to her face, lick. Long strings of the thick fluid hung from her lips as she ate the vile seed of the fiend. He looked at me, his leering grin cutting through my soul like a knife. My wife was his, and his alone.
“As I forewarned, so it is, my creator.” The huge shaggy head was now just inches from my face, it’s leering grin a mockery of my humiliation. “Live and know I have had mt revenge.” With that, the creature, my creation, pulled on his garments and left the room. I listened as his footsteps faded to nothing before I attempted to free myself of my bonds. The ropes were old and supple and yielded very slightly, but my desire to be free of my restraints was great and with much effort, loosed myself. My wrists were scrapped and raw, but I paid little heed. My sole desire was my bride, now swooning and motionless on our honeymoon bedding. I cradled Elizabeth in my arms. She was limp, but moaning softly. I could smell the sex on her, the sharp smell of fresh semen, and her own passionate scent. My lust was still great, and my penis still erect. I laid my senseless cousin on our bed and spreading her legs, crawled between them and entered her. Her sex was dilated and offered no resistance to my entry. I plunged full in, and felt the great space within her that I could not fill. My only sensation was the incredible heat radiating from her orifice and the slippery ooze of the fiends fluids, which dripped from her sex. I exploded into her as soon as I was completely in. Her eyes snapped open as my penis expelled it’s lust within her, drenching her cavernous cunny with my load, miniscule though by comparison with the ones delivered prior. Her eyes locked on mine and with horror I heard her rasp these words, “Your seed is useless to me for I am already with child. The child of your creation grows within me. I am no longer yours, dear husband.”
With that, Elizabeth pushed me away and rolled to her side and resumed her seemingly senseless state. I was overcome with dread at what had transpired, and knew that she had spoken the truth. My creature had taken the ultimate revenge, cuckholding me on my wedding night and impregnating my wife. At this thought, an even deeper fear overtook me. His child! The godless fiend had sired a child. It must not be born! For the sake of future generations, I must end the demonous gestation. Nearly senseless with rage, I threw my self upon Elizabeth, hands circling her white throat, fingers crushing her flesh inward as the life was strangled out of her. In minutes, the deed was done, but still I held on, choking the lifeless body as if I could some how kill her even more. Finally, I regained my senses enough to realize what I had done. Murder! I had to hide her corpse. The old inn had many exits and it was no problem to wrap her limp body in a rug and carry it out a back doorway. I quickly found the waterfront and a rowboat unattended. An hours row and I found some heavy stones with which I weighted the body of my spouse and then rowed to a deep area, where I pushed her remains overboard. I left that night for Genova, swearing revenge on my misbegotten creature, vowing to hunt him to the ends of this earth and on to the next.
This is the tale told to me by Dr. Frankenstein, shortly before his passing and I fear that it is truthful in everyway. The doctor killed his wife not the creature as I had previously written and I believe that that act had driven the man completely insane, insanity cured only by death. And of the creature? Of him there has been no report. Does he live on to this day or did he perish in the frozen waste? God alone knows
Capt. Robert Walton, retired.
Hampton-upon-the-Bay, 18--
