A supernatural fantasy erotica by Lord Bokrug.
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"Brace yourselves when entering the ancient graveyard. Each coffin contains an unspeakable horror."
- John Darius, monster hunter
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Episode 2: The Coffin Maker
6 am, August 12, 2007; Los Angelese, California, USA
World-famous artist Tabitha Sprigg was just scavenging for materials by a creek for her upcoming nature-themed gallery. She was collecting odd-looking stones and wood which might be good enough for her sculptures. The twenty-six year old, pony-tailed brunette was wearing her bandana, tank top, cargo shorts, hiker's gloves and rubber shoes. She had a large backpack on her for collecting her materials. If any man saw her that morning, he'd have an instant boner. Tabitha was a real knock-out. She looked more like a supermodel than an artist. She had a slim frame but had softball-sized breasts and an enticingly shapely behind. Her face was gorgeous like Hollywood gorgeous.
However, Tabitha had a passion that puts away dreams of movie stardom and walking on the runway and that passion was art. Tabitha has always been a gifted artist who'd create masterpieces starting from a young age. She did painting for a year but sculpting was her true love. Once, she sculpted the entire cast of her favorite cartoon show at age seven.
However, her artistic skills didn't prepare her for the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul.
The skies suddenly darkened above Tabitha. Green mists filled the now disappeared creek area and tombstones formed out of nothing. The air suddenly chilled and it chilled Tabitha. She didn't wear a bra that day thus her nipples hardened. The sculptor crossed her arms together to keep herself warm.
"Where the creek go? Why am I suddenly in the middle of a cemetery?" thought Tabitha with arms crossed around her ample chest. "I really got to find shelter before I freeze to death!"
Tabitha trekked among the graveyards. Right away, she spotted what looked like a cabin.
"Outstanding! Maybe whoever lives there might help me." thought Tabitha.
The sculptor walked towards the cabin's door and knocked on it. To her surprise, it opened a little. She saw light and felt the warmth of a fireplace inside.
"Spectacular. I hope the owner doesn't mind me being here. It's really chilly out here."
Tabitha entered the cabin and closed the door behind her. When she turned around, she was amazed at the sight of the interior.
"Wow! Look at all the woodcarvings!"
She saw carved wooden figurines displayed everywhere. What she saw were skeleton figurines, gargoyle figurines, carvings of decaying corpses, figurines of dicks, pussies and depictions of love-making and a majestic bust of a skeleton dressed in some kind of headdress and robe. Despite the macabre and sexual themes, Tabitha was not disturbed. She found them to be very beautiful.
However, at one corner of the cabin, she saw a statue made of what appeared to be clay. The design of the human-sized clay statue was aesthetically wonderful.
"Incredible! It seems that I'm in the home of a true master!"
Tabitha touched the clay statue to study its ornate carvings. Suddenly, the eyes of the statue glowed an eerie green light. It quickly grabbed Tabitha by her neck.
"Aaaaaaah!!" Tabitha screamed as the statue pinned the young sculptor to the bed. Tabitha struggled to be free but the statue was too strong. With its other hand, it grabbed the edge of Tabitha's tank top. With one strong motion, it tore the tank top and revealed Tabitha's luscious chest.
"Noooooo!! Please!!" Tabitha begged with tears in her eyes but the statue remained unresponsive, cold and emotionless. With the same hand, it also tore off Tabitha's shorts and her panty. Tabitha became naked except for her socks and shoes.
Tabitha felt something hard bumping into her pussy. The statue's dick sprung into erection and plunged into Tabitha.
"AAaaaaaaah!!"
Tabitha was no virgin. She had five male lovers with varying member sizes but none of them compared with the statue. In a mechanical and precised faction, the statue fucked Tabitha.
"Nooo!! Get off me!!" Tabitha tried to push the statue away but it was immovable. The statue's grip on her shapely hips were too strong. Tabitha was also weakened by the relentless violation from the statue.
"No... please... stop...Uuuung..."
It's been ten minutes and the statue kept on fucking. Tabitha's protests became weaker and weaker with each powerful thrust. Her slender arms stopped trying to push the statue away and simply laid down at her sides. The ravishing flooded her brain and body with so much pleasure.
"Uuuung... oh yes... yessssss... I'm gonna cum..."
Tabitha came in copious amounts but the statue kept on fucking. After an hour of non-stop fucking, Tabitha Sprigg blacked out.
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Tabitha Sprigg woke up. She was still in the cabin's bed and still nude. However, instead of getting violated by a clay statue, she was under a very comfy blanket. The clay statue that raped her was just displayed at a much farther corner of the cabin away from Tabitha, very still just like before she touched it. Tabitha's pussy was still sore from the ordeal.
"Oh God..." groaned Tabitha.
"God is not here. How may I help?" A voice responded. It was male and it came from the direction where the fireplace was. A man in a long-sleeved shirt, pants and shoes that looked like they were made in a past distant century. He was facing a pot which was the source of an odd herbal scent Tabitha has been smelling since she woke up. The man, a middle-aged man rather good-looking for his age, poured the contents of the pot into a metallic chalice. It was so hot, piping steam could be seen. He waved his hand over the chalice and the piping steam was no more. He walked over to Tabitha with the chalice and introduced himself in a very serious manner.
"My name is Vinculus Von Pelt. Coffin maker, sculptor, necromancer. When I entered my workshop, I saw the defective golem violating your unconscious body. Here, drink this. This is for the pain."
Vinculus handed the chalice to Tabitha. Tabitha was suspicious at first but the soreness in her shapely body vanished once she drank the concoction which oddly tasted like children's cough syrup.
"Wait, didn't you say you're a sculptor? Did you make those?" asked Tabitha before the pointed out the macabre and erotic figurines.
"Yes." replied Vinculus. He grabbed a chisel and a hammer. "Listen, I have no time for chit-chat because I have work. Just rest so you can recover."
Tabitha laid on the bed for hours and was mesmerized at Vinculus' craft. He spent hours carving intricate symbols and images on what appeared to be a coffin. The coffin seemed to be made of hard and expensive wood but Vinculus was able to turn it into a masterpiece in a matter of hours. Tabitha's sculpting skills paled in comparison to Vinculus' but she didn't care. She realized that she was in the presence of a real master.
Satisfied with the carving, Vinculus decided it was time to stop and eat. After washing his hands in a basin, he walked over to a barrel and pulled out a whole chicken minus the feathers and the head. The master sculptor chopped the chicken into several pieces. He placed the chicken in a saucepan over a lit clay stove. Afterwards, he chopped some tomatoes, onions, pitted olives and bell peppers before chucking them in the same saucepan. Vinculus added some seasoning into the saucepan and then covered it. With a wave of his hand, the fire of the clay stove grew weaker.
Tabitha was still astounded by the multiple skills of the mysterious Vinculus. The coffin maker walked towards the bed and sat beside Tabitha. He began to speak.
"I have to be the bearer of bad news but you are now a permanent guest here in the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul. Do not worry, I will take care of you. These accomodations will not do. This place is meant for my work. I will have to bring you to my home once I am done with business here."
"Wait, what do you mean I'm a permanent guest?" Tabitha asked. Her tone expressed some concern.
"Anyone who the graveyard claims stays here forever. It has always been like that. However, consider this as a boon than a bane. You'll have benefits beyond your imagination. It may be hard to believe but I was a scholar in sixteenth century Germany. The Church imprisoned me for sorcery and sentenced me to death but I was saved by Lord Zarnath. He's the one who made me chief coffin maker of this graveyard. It is a role I am fully committed to. What is your name, madame?"
"My name is Tabitha Sprigg, an artist and sculptor. To be honest, I feel very stressed right now. I have a gallery coming up and I still need to make sculptures!" answered Tabitha who was visibly distressed.
"Worry not, Miss Sprigg. We have agents beyond Grazghul. They will bring you the materials you need for your sculptures. They will also deliver the sculptures and even deal with the buyers on your behalf. Whatever you need, you can count on the agents. Just tell me for I am one of the officers of this graveyard."
"Oh that's quite a relief. However, there is one thing I want..." Tabitha grabbed Vinculus' hands. Her blanket fell from her naked tits but she was too happy to notice that.
"Master Vinculus, please be my teacher! I've seen your art and your skill is vastly superior to mine. I want to be your student! How much do you want from this mentorship?"
Vinculus was taken aback. Never has he met someone who expressed admiration for his work this way. He was uncomfortable with the feelings that began to stir. He turned his head around to hide his blush from Tabitha.
"I-I have already decided to put you under my protection. We will talk about your apprenticeship over chicken stew."
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"Master Vinculus, your chicken stew is amazing!" exclaimed Tabitha. Her tits were exposed while she dined. Vinculus averted his eyes from her chest.
"Y-you're welcome. About your apprenticeship under me... I've thought it over and decided to teach you my craft." answered Vinculus whil dining on a drumstick.
