~Warning: This story contains themes of infidelity, cuckoldry, and dubious consent. If any of these topics bother you, please don't waste your time reading this.
Shoutout to Antarctica77 and Don Silver, along with everyone on the Discord Servers for all of your help and support! This is my first time writing like this, so please be gentle~
Sara cries out in terror as she is tossed against the altar of her noble goddess, her sacred robes shredded by the beastman's powerful claws, leaving her form bare before his lustful gaze. His bright red shaft emerges from his furred loins, dripping with the evidence of his unholy desire. Despite herself the priestess feels a yearning between her legs at the sight of him, and silently curses her sinful nature as he looms over her. He grips her thighs in inhuman hands and forces them to part. As the heat of his brutal cock presses against her entrance, Sara tries to struggle against him, pushing ineffectually against his heavily muscled chest, the scent of his bestial musk overwhelming her senses and further igniting the fires of her lust.
As his turgid member fills her body, her head falls back against the sacred altar, and a moan of her own animalistic lust fills the air. He buries himself deeply inside her, driving the air out of her lungs with each savage thrust, and before the once chaste maiden realizes what she's doing, her arms and legs are wrapped around her assailant as she wails with forbidden pleasure beneath him. He continues pounding into her with all his might, using her as little more than a toy to relieve his carnal desires. As his goat-like head lowers to lick and suck her breasts, Sara feels her mind go blank and a powerful orgasm tears through her body. She thrashes and convulses beneath her new lover, and even bites into his shoulder out of some primal instinct, the taste of his sweat and skin filling her mouth and causing her eyes to roll back in her head as she gives into him fully.
Confident in his conquest of the priestess, the beastman rises and removes himself from her, savoring the distressed cry as his cock leaves her soaked pussy. He grabs her by her hair and lifts her up, depositing her over the altar she was so recently praying at. Still holding her hair, he forces the priestess to stare into the eyes of her goddess's statue and with a braying howl, drives himself back inside. Sara cries out in pleasure at this fresh violation, understanding the creature's intent. By defiling her atop the altar, he truly desecrates this holy temple. And by being a willing participant, Sara is betraying her goddess and her people for the lust that courses through her body. This ultimate taboo sends a torrent of wicked pleasure through her and she cries out in joy as the beast breaks her in properly. Like an animal.
She begs him not to stop, unsure if he can even understand her words, and drives her body back against him desperate for more of this evil pleasure. She apologizes over and over to her goddess, but does not beg for forgiveness, for she knows there can be none. Instead of breaking her heart, this realization simply drives her lust hotter, and soon she feels the waves of pleasure begin to overwhelm her again. At the same time, her bestial conqueror's thrusts increase in intensity and she feels his shaft begin to swell inside her. She knows what comes next and cries out in desperation for it. As her climax tears through her once more, Sara feels his own erupt within her, despoiling her womb and marking her forevermore as his mate. As load after load of his potent, filthy seed fills her fertile womb, the priestess feels yet another orgasm overtake her, and once again looks into the unforgiving eyes of her goddess, knowing that her betrayal here is the end of this once holy temple.
Sara rested her head on the comforter of her bed, her walls still spasming around the massive silicone shaft buried inside her. She savored the feel of the warm fake cum that had filled her and silently noted that she may have overloaded the chamber as even the toy can't seem to hold it all inside her. Looking down, the young woman noticed the steadily growing puddle of thick white fluid gathering between her legs and let out a throaty moan.
'God, if only Adam could cum like that,' she thought to herself as she began to slowly lift herself off her newest "partner". 'Probably for the best though, not sure I'd be able to resist fucking him bare if he did.' The thought of her mild mannered boyfriend blowing such a massive load inside her sent a shiver through Sara's body, right as the last of the dildo was removed. Another gasp escaped her as the remainder of the fake cum began to spill out all over her toy and floor. Staring lustily at the puddle of thick "cum", Sara couldn't stop the wicked thought that flashed in her mind.
She carefully collected a gob of the stuff on one of her fingers, depositing it quickly in her mouth, and found it slightly sweet but with not much real flavor. With that test out of the way, she leans down, and drags her tongue slowly up the shaft, tasting the mix of the cum and her own juices along its length. She lets out a decadent moan and begins to lick up the shaft again before wrapping her full lips around the head and pushing herself down on it. Sara slowly began to bob her head along the toy, relishing the taste and groaning in pleasure as her mind began to drift back into her fantasy. For a moment she is once again the priestess, eagerly cleaning the cock of her bestial lover. As her body started to heat up again, she looked to the clock to check if she had time for another go. With a disappointed sigh, Sara saw that she had spent too much time playing with her new toy already, and if she didn't get started cleaning now, she would likely be late to meet Adam for their date tonight.
'Maybe next time.'
One hour later and three floors up, Sara knocked on the door to her boyfriend's apartment. Her dark hair was tied back to expose her long neck and shoulders, and the strapless black dress she wore hugged her breasts and hips, while also being short enough to tease a glance at her panties when she bent over and sat down. She adored it, in part, because of the obvious effect that it had on Adam whenever he saw it, but also because she could practically feel the eyes of other people on her when she was out in public. Yet another of her dark desires she wasn't quite ready to share with him.
The two had met nearly a year before in, of all places, the laundry of their shared apartment complex. They had hit it off immediately, making jokes and lightly flirting anytime they were down there together, even exchanging numbers and texting fairly regularly. After a couple months of this, the two had ended up making out while waiting on the machines and soon enough, Sara was riding him in his apartment and they'd been official ever since.
Meeting Adam had been a wonderful experience for Sara. He supported her dreams of becoming an artist, even offering to help her with the expenses from school. He was there when her mother died, offering comfort when she couldn't make it back home to her family. He was sweet, kind and caring, always treating her with respect and love, and Sara didn't know what she would do without him. In fact, as far as she was concerned, her relationship with Adam was nearly perfect. There were only two problems when it came to dating him, and neither was really his fault.
The first issue was simply that while the two had fantastic chemistry together and loved each other dearly, they were not especially compatible in the bedroom. Sara's sex drive could be generously described as overactive. She was almost always horny, and it didn't take much to turn her on. Further, once she got started it was hard for her to stop, often needing multiple intense orgasms in order to feel truly satisfied. On top of that, her tastes were not something that she was comfortable sharing with Adam for fear of scaring him off. While she adored the way he treated her like a princess out of the bedroom, she wished he would fuck her like a slut once she was in his bed. She loved dirty talk and wanted to be taken roughly, bound and gagged and used like a toy for his pleasure. And of course, while in no way ready for children, she desperately wanted to be bred. It was this last desire that lead her to purchase her most recent toy, hoping that indulging in her fetish in private would make it easier to bear when she was with Adam. She was lucky he was responsible enough to make sure to wear a condom all the time, since she often toyed with the idea of letting him creampie her just to get a feel of it.
Adam, conversely, was what some of her school friends would have called an "herbivore". He almost never initiated sex, seemingly content to let her take the lead. Once in bed together he was reserved and a little stiff, almost like he was scared she would break if he handled her with anything less than the greatest of care. On top of that, his stamina at the best of times left a bit to be desired. He rarely lasted longer than a few minutes with her, and once he finished it took a great deal of time for him to recover. Sara had expressed concern about his health early in their relationship, but the doctors he went to couldn't find anything wrong with him beyond some fatigue from his long hours at work. When Sara had pressed him to find out if he had any kinks or fetishes she could play into to stir his excitement more, she found that his idea of kinky sex was light roleplay with some of her cosplay outfits, and while he had seemed to enjoy the experience the couple of times they'd tried it, it made little difference in their love making. She was certain if she opened up to him at this point, that it would frighten or embarrass him at best and run him off at worst, so she kept her peace.
The second issue, was the man who opened the door to the apartment after Sara knocked. Lucas was an old friend of Adam's that had moved in with him after high school and basically had sponged off him ever since. Tall, overweight, and with one of the worst attitudes Sara had ever encountered, Lucas had quickly become the bane of Sara's time at the apartment and it seemed the feeling was mutual.
"What do you want?" His gruff voice matched his demeanor and Sara felt her frustration grow just at the sight of him.
"I'm here for me and Adam's date," she gestured to her outfit. "Is he not ready yet?"
"Not home yet. Might as well come in and wait for him I guess."
With a long suffering sigh, Lucas opened the door the rest of the way to let her in, locking it behind her and returning to his computer desk where he was playing whatever video game had currently captured his interest. Sara took a seat on the couch and barely kept from glaring at the big man.
'It's not his fault Adam's late,' she reminded herself, resolving to sit in silence and wait for her boyfriend's arrival. However, after a few minutes of this her agitation got to her and she examined her odious companion. Perhaps some conversation will help to pass the time. She did promise Adam that she would try and be nicer to him after all, and anything would likely be better than this uncomfortable silence.
"So, anything interesting happen to you recently?"
"Not really."
"Any new opportunities?"
"Nope."
This was a pretty standard interaction with Lucas for Sara. It seemed he found her as grating as she did him, never willing to engage beyond the most basic level, most of the time not even looking up from his screen to address her. And today was no different, his eyes hadn't even budged, and his responses were laced with more than a hint of annoyance. Sara wasn't sure if it was boredom or if she was just being antagonistic, but she refused to just let him completely shut her out this time.
"I notice you never seem to go out," she barely kept the chiding tone out of her voice. "Don't you have other friends you could hang out with?"
