AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is an entry in
Pandemonium 2024 Author Challenge
, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.
This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something, sex addicted male exhibitionist) serving as the muse for his ex-girlfriend Odessa Prince (a beautiful twenty-something amateur fantasy author) to write a tale about a violent warrior who becomes involved in a case of demonic possession.
Very different from my other stories, this is a follow-on from my three-part "Conan The Barbarian"-style fantasy tale "Oz Beach Boy The Barbarian Ch. 1-3" and also "Oz Beach Boy Lured By Mermaid" and "Oz Beach Boy...Warrior Hero!"
This story features CFNM, female-of-male body worship, violence, masturbation, and man-and-demon sex. There is talk of past extreme violence and femdom. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.
Please note: the fantasy story begins after a brief contemporary introduction.
I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Erotic Horror".
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It was a hot, bone-dry summer night in Tempe, Arizona. Odessa Prince was naked in her bedroom, her long mane of dark hair wet and wrapped in a towel. Her big, firm breasts were covered in droplets of water after a soothing shower.
At the end of a long day of medical appointments with her mother, who suffered from motor neurone disease, keen but infrequent amateur author Odessa Prince had been struck with a rare flood of creative inspiration, and it had really taken a hold of the beautiful Australian twenty-something.
Mildly depressed from her day largely spent in medical waiting rooms and doctors' offices, Odessa had sought solace and escape in an unlikely but highly effective place: horror movies. And now, after enjoying the blood-soaked classic double feature of
Flesh For Frankenstein
and
The Exorcist
, Odessa Prince was gripped with a new story idea...her creative juices flowing, Odessa
needed
to write.
It had been a little while since keen amateur author Odessa Prince had submitted a story to "Sex, Dragons, Dungeons & Death", a fantasy fiction website which platformed violent sword-and-sorcery storytelling filled with lurid, graphic sex scenes. It was a great place of fun and distraction for Odessa.
Watching
Flesh For Frankenstein
had of course reminded Odessa very much of her ex-boyfriend Matt, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the film's handsome, muscular and very macho star, Joe Dallesandro, who was famous for his nude modelling and association with pop artist and filmmaker Andy Warhol.
Odessa regularly thought about her incredibly handsome, heavily muscled, sex addicted, exhibitionist ex-boyfriend Matt, who she had left back in Sydney when she relocated to Arizona to care for her sick mother.
Often while nude and masturbating in her big king-size bed, Odessa reminisced about Matt and his incredible, rock-hard body, all muscle and smoothly waxed skin, and how it felt when it was pushed against hers. She thought too of his huge, almost freakish cock and balls, and how much joy she got from them.
And as she so often did, fantasy fiction fan Odessa imagined her ex-boyfriend Matt naked and wielding a sword on a fantastical field of battle...the surge of ideas continued to swirl and rage through Odessa's highly imaginative mind, and her new story began to take even greater shape.
Watching the terrifying 1972 masterpiece
The Exorcist
, meanwhile, had Odessa thinking a lot about religion, ritual, and demonic possession. It all started to collide and co-mingle in her head: demons, horror, and Matt...and when it came to Matt, there were always strong thoughts too of sex and her gorgeous ex-boyfriend's incredible and frequently nude body.
Odessa pulled the towel from her head, dropped it on the floor, and walked nude over to her desk, now truly seized by the feverish desire to create and conjure a new story of demons and possession...all featuring her Matt-as-muse sword wielding, frequently naked barbarian warrior hero Matt-Sharakh.
With an enthusiastic smile, Odessa Prince quickly sat down at her desk, not even bothering to get dressed. The beautiful brunette opened up a blank word document on her laptop, and then returned to her dark, violent, intensely sexual fantasy world. As naked as the characters frequently were in her sex-filled tales, Odessa Prince wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote...
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"A Warrior In Naked Thrall To A She-Demon" By Odessa Prince
Part One...
Sister Adeline had her fingers inside herself...the young trainee priestess knew it was the work of The Darkness Overlord, but she could not resist the temptation.
Tender of time at just nineteen scrolls, Sister Adeline burned to stay ever devout in her following of He Of The Light, but on rare occasions, the feelings of excitement in her womanly purse were too strong to hold back, and she had to touch herself.
Sister Adeline would never allow a man to enter her holiest of crevices, but the simple pleasures created by her own hand were deemed an acceptable trespass by the young woman, even if they were outside the teachings of He Of The Light. This would of course remain Sister Adeline's secret... discovery of such prurient play would have her instantly expelled from The Sistinas Order and marked as a woman not strong enough of spirit to be a part of it.
The sight of the man before her, however, had sparked a wet, torrid fever in her womanly purse that demanded attention and exploration. Hidden by a thick swathe of trees, Sister Adeline drove her fingers deeper into herself, and went right to the source of her womanly pleasure, moaning quietly to herself.
Sister Adeline peered through the trees, her eyes locked on the sleeping man, his big, black steed tethered nearby, and a small fire burning in the middle of the makeshift camp that he had expertly set up amongst the huge, towering trees of The Bramblethorn Forest.
Still stunned by what she saw, Sister Adeline rubbed the source of her womanly pleasure until she felt waves of pleasure spreading through her body. Sister Adeline's big, hopeful, blue eyes traced up and down the man's body, which was as he was born, free of all covering as he slept peacefully by the warmth of the fire. His fur and animal skin coverings were piled nearby, along with his arsenal of very dangerous looking weapons.
Sister Adeline was particularly fascinated, of course, by the lone sleeper's man-dagger, which hung soft and snake-like between his legs, extending almost to his knees. Sister Adeline had only seen two other man-daggers in her life, both by accident, and this man's was much, much bigger than those. It looked almost like some fierce mythical creature at rest.
Exploring herself sweetly in near-silence, Sister Adeline moaned quietly and continued to stare at the man and use him for her pleasure, even though she knew such behaviour was dangerous. Sister Adeline knew of this man...the young trainee priestess had been sent to find him.
Sister Adeline stared at the man's powerful body, which was covered in terrifying battle scars but was wholly free of hair. She gazed at the way his entire form bulged and pulsed, his smooth skin so hard and sculpted that it appeared as if big, flat stones had been placed beneath his skin. The young trainee priestess fantasised about touching him...about feeling his man-dagger...about rubbing his back-walls...and even about making the beast with two backs.
As her pleasure reached its peak, Sister Adeline pulled her hand from out of her dark-brown robes, the smell of her juices ripe in the cool air. The young trainee priestess returned to her mission, and focused her gaze on the man before her...the man known as Matt-Sharakh...The Stallion Of The Steppes, The Destroyer Of Worlds, The Bringer Of Death.
More myth than man, the famed Matt-Sharakh was a mercenary warrior renowned and feared for his skills with both his weapons and his bare hands. He was a famously fierce fighter and gifted horseman to be reckoned with.
The lands of The Wide Expanse had long echoed with the violent stories of the notorious Matt-Sharakh, a man so deadly that some had even begun to question whether he was real or just a nightmare figure created to scare misbehaving children into terrified compliance. A towering, muscular, hulking brute, Matt-Sharakh had battled in violent, horrific wars. He had murdered kings and brought down entire kingdoms. He had killed monsters with his bare hands.
Stolen from his peaceful home on The Steppes Of Kazem (where men and women rode horses as if they were an extension of their own bodies) as a child and then raised in slavery on the dreaded Mount Haborym, Matt-Sharakh famously broke free of his chains and then burned the entire evil, enslaving kingdom to the ground in brutal vengeance. Matt-Sharakh then hacked his way through those that didn't die in the flames.
After his destruction of Mount Haborym, Matt-Sharakh battled hard and long. His life was one of constant fight and struggle, but also one of high adventure and travel. The feared warrior had trekked all across The Wide Expanse, experiencing all of the joy and sorrow that the great land had to offer.
"I can hear you out there," Matt-Sharakh said suddenly, his deep, soulful brown eyes now open and alert. "I know you are light of foot and you have no steed. It is the only reason you still draw breath. Show yourself."
"I am sorry," Sister Adeline said and moved from behind her protective tree and into the clearing where Matt-Sharakh had made his camp. "I mean you no harm."
"I don't believe you capable of causing me harm," Matt-Sharakh said, and then slowly stood up, his body even more powerful when not prone and in slumber. "You are shorn of all your hair and you wear the dark robes of a trainee priestess...do you come here to bless me? To convince me of your beliefs? To draw me to your teachings?"
"I... I," Sister Adeline mumbled nervously.
"Well, save your precious breath," Matt-Sharakh said plainly. "I do not follow those I cannot see. I only follow the brave...or those with gold and riches."
"Yes, I am Sister Adeline...I am of The Sistinas Order...I follow the word of He Of The Light," Sister Adeline said, "but I am not here to convey his words. We do not seek your inclusion in The Sistinas Order."
"Then what is it you want, Sister Adeline?" Matt-Sharakh asked, his man-dagger swaying slightly from side to side. "If you know of me, you know that I am a man of war, and not a man of piety."
"Yes, Matt-Sharakh...I know this," Sister Adeline responded. "I am here at the bidding of King Jorunn of Omenainen Castle...he offers gold and reward for your services."
