(Author's note: Everyone here is well above the age of 20 or whatever age of consent is typically valid.
Alrighty, now to respond to some comments and complaints I got on the last one.
I am a native English speaker yes, but more self educated than anything else. I also have the grand ambition of being a cosmic horror writer someday -lovecraftian in other words- and perhaps consequently I am prone to being overly wordy and descriptive, and honestly you shouldn't expect it to get any better from here on out. if thats an issue for you, you should probably just stop reading here. I'm not not writing for any of you, I'm writing to exorcise the damned shoggoths from my brain, and right now my biggest concern right now is the damned dialogue, I hate trying to write dialogue.
Now if anyone can tell me how to add a chapter to a story already published that'd be fantastic, if you see this story and want to offer your services as a beta-reader or even co-writer thats even better! lemme know, and now on with the story.)
Afterwards there wasn't enough mouthwash in the world to get rid of the taste and texture lingering in my mouth, and I went to bed feeling used and slimy even after a good hour under the scalding water.
The night was now all too silent as my heart hammered in my chest, as loud and oppressive as thunder in my ears as I silently panicked about what my new stepmother could possibly say to my father and what his reaction would be.
Unbidden, I recalled her breathy, humiliating words in my ear, and the smoldering warmth of her cunt.
My cock stirred to life once more, and refused to go back down until I reluctantly took matters into my hands.
As I stroked my hard length, I thought of how I wanted to pound her, to make her cry out and moan my name, and wipe that cocky smirk right off her sultry full lips.
-how much bigger the last cock in me was- I buried my face into my pillow with a frustrated yell as I spurted into my hands pitifully, feeling a mix of relief and shame along with an overwhelming fatigue that locked me into place.
Normally I would have cleaned myself up after, but somehow I just didn't have it in me to fight against the lethargy that settled upon me like a heavy shroud, and sleep soon followed.
As I drifted off, I could swear I heard her mischievous cackling in my ear, and as I closed my eyes I was certain I could see an eerie violet glow seeping in from under the crack of the door.
The dreams that followed were a jumbled confusing mess I was incapable of putting together, full of strange star headed creatures dancing, and doing revolting things to one another at the behest of a fall dark figure, and a cackling crone, whose wicked laughter was all too familiar.
In the dream I wanted to run, wanted desperately to move, to get away by whatever means possible, but I was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle even as the wizened figure drew close, and reached her gnarled claw of a hand down towards my achingly engorged manhood.
She seized my cock with a cruelly tight grip, her ragged nails cutting into my tender flesh.
I awoke with a start, horrified at the twists my subconscious had taken.
"What the hell was that about!?" I shook myself to wakefulness, looking blearily about the room to make sure I was back to reality.
I was no stranger to odd dreams, but that certainly had been quite peculiar even for me.
