The Corruption of Shorn (closed for Armphid)

[SoaringSin]

It had been there for a very long time, waiting in the back of the storehouse as though awaiting discovery, waiting for the right person to awaken it. Lying in the very heart of the city, the antique shop was more a reliquary for curiosities than antiquities, and if any of the items stocked there was of any real value, it origin was likely so obscure that few people, except the store owner, would even know of its worth. In contrast to the front of the store, whose small space with finery of gold and silver and jade, the back of the store was a warehouse; a maze of drapes and crates that almost seemed forgotten with the cover of dust on them.

Today, the task of cleaning up had fallen to two new employees, one of whom was David; a university undergraduate, he was there to make some extra money for the holidays. With scruffy sandy hair and stubble, green eyed, and just a little shy of six feet, he had something of an imposing presence and it was easy to miss there was a friendly person underneath the large, bluff exterior. This day had seen him in close proximity to his other co-worker to deal with the backroom, given as there was little else to do in the front, and it seemed one of those rare occasions to explore, seeing as how the shop's owner seemed to be in one of his rarer good moods to allow anyone in there at all.

The ceiling lights were interspersed at regular intervals along the ceiling, perhaps a little too far apart, for a general gloom lay cloyingly everywhere, shadows just a little too heavy. The atmosphere was not helped at all by the occasional flickering of the lights, nor the fact that once the door to the front was closed, all sounds seemed to cease and footsteps swallowed by the stifling silence. Even David, who was stoic under most circumstances, was moved to crack a rather poor joke just to break the tension as he went about trying to clean up.

"There's a lot of stuff back here that he doesn't put out front," he muttered as he took a peak under the drapes. "But then again, just as well, as he seems to be keeping most of the creepy stuff back here. Why the hell pick up so many of these things anyway? It's not like he's really selling them."

To his knowledge, David had never seen the old man sell anything over the counter, which made the till look like it was there to keep up appearances. He had to assume that whatever money the man made was with those shady looking individuals from outside the town who occasionally graced the shop and went with him to his office to discuss things in privacy, and a day or two later, they returned to collected a tightly wrapped parcel the man had prepared for them. It almost had the sense of some under-the-table pornographic deal, yet this shop surely didn't deal in such things.

 

[Armphid]

The smell of dust and old books was thick in the gloom shrouded back room. Normally, she liked the smell of old books; her favorite place to study on campus was the library in the geology building for that exact reason. But it wasn't the same there; that book smell was inviting and encouraging but here, it almost felt like a warning not to disturb things best left alone. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was glad that David was back here with her. It was spooky; not only was it dim but sound was strangely loud or really quiet and she sometimes felt like she was being watched.

"Cause he's an old creepster packrat," she replied to her co-worker's comment. Gwendolyn O'Neil, who went by "Gwen" with almost everyone, shook her head. She was a college co-ed and actually went to the same school David did. She'd seen him on campus though didn't know if he noticed her. She had just turned twenty last week and was a sophomore majoring in biology. She was pretty but only her parents had ever called her beautiful, her features fine and elfin with clear lines and full lips. Her eyes were a startling bright blue behind her thin framed, square lense glasses. The co-ed's hair was a glossy brown that she thought was boring and that had a slight wave to it, currently worn to her jawline but it had been longer before Halloween. She was on the shorter side of average at 5'4" tall and had a slender build with a narrow waist but slightly wider hips and shoulders than one might expect. Her figure was modest but pleasing; perky, high, pert B cup breasts and a toned little ass. Secretly, she had always hoped for another growth spurt to fill out more but that wasn't likely now. She dressed casually but tended to cover herself; today it was a thin and snug fitting black sweater over a t-shirt and tight jeans.

Right now, however, she had a pair of dark blue coveralls on over her clothes and a red bandana held back her hair in her best Rosie the Riveter impersonation. The old man had the coveralls and she was not going to get her clothes all dusty!

She looked over at David again, "Did he say what we're even supposed to do? I got yelled at for looking at one of the books last time he sent me back here and I so don't need that again."

 

[SoaringSin]

"Clean up duty, I figure. Well, as long as he pays the salary and doesn't want to me to get involved..." David tried to note nonchalantly as he replaced yet another tarp. The old man could have at least provided a vacuum cleaner or something, even though deep down the thought of making too much noise back here was almost as unappealing as the silence that hung over the place. Even though the place was freaking him out a little, David had a logical and pragmatic streak to him and was still somewhat curious about what the old man rarely let anyone see and as long as they didn't take anything, what could a little look around the place hurt to do?

"Let's go take a look round the back and see how far we've got to work this place," he said finally and set off, flicking the lights in tow. For a brief instant, a shadowy figure at the edge of his vision caused him to jump, before he realised in was just another wrapped up figure, though it was strange how this one had caught his attention and not the others around the place... cursing softly at his own jumpiness, he pushed on.

The back of the store was almost anticlimactic compared to the rest of it – a couple of crates stacked upon each other and a large covered object. The lights here were bulbs and projected a warm yellow glow unlike the cold and uncertain fluorescent tubes. "Guess this is as far as it goes."

Wondering what this particular shrouded object could be, separated so far away from the other, David lifted the side of the cloth slightly to peek under and what he saw really seemed to arrest his attention. Taking a firm hold of the tarp, he jerked it away, revealing a large, round mirror of antiquated origin. Unconsciously, he gave a low whistle, for the craftsmanship was quite exquisite on this particular piece. The mirror itself was polished silver and alone would have been priceless. The border was wrought iron and bronze, aged enough that it had started to turn green in parts and, looking closely, it could be seen that it had been sculpted to resemble winged, horned humanoids – maybe gargoyles? – with entwined with one another and... other things, in an orgy of salacious poses. David's face wrinkled with disgust, even as he felt a surge of arousal.

"Seriously," he said incredulously, after trying for a few moments to find the words. He checked the urge to run his fingers across the mirror's surface, as it was so finely polished he felt it might leave smudge marks. Turning his attention back to Gew, he started for a moment, surprised to see young woman lying naked on a crate and looking at him beckoningly, but then movement caught his eye and he turned to see that Gwen was approaching from the side. Looking back, only an empty set of crates met his gaze. David clenched his fist tightly and let the tension in his body fade, but his own straining erection didn't go away so quickly.

"Looks like the old man was keeping the jackpot at the back," he chuckled, though he could not quite look Dan in the eye, and instead gestured towards the mirror.

 

[Armphid]

Involved in what? Gwen just shrugged and went to get the long duster out of the corner; it was one of the only cleaning tools the old goat provided back here, just a broom handle with a gumdrop shaped bristle brush thing on one end. The co-ed picked it up and brandished it like a weapon and then giggled a little. Hey, you had to try to have fun at this job. "So you want to go after the dust bunnies or should I?"

When he didn't answer, she turned to see David heading further back. "Hey, wait for me!"

She hurried after him, feeling a little annoyed at herself. It was creepy enough back here that she really didn't want to be alone and she didn't like showing it as much as she was. It was all just psychology. There wasn't anything back here that was dangerous or anything.

...Right?

The back of the store looked warmer from the difference in the bulbs that shone down. There wasn't much back here thought. She groaned as David flipped the cover off of something though. Oh, man; the old guy would flip out if he caught them looking at the stuff back here!

A creak off to the right made her whirl and look but there was nothing there. Just more shelves of random stuff with a light coat of dust, many of the items wrapped up. She licked her lips nervously. You know, maybe she didn't need a job this badly...but she knew she did.

Gwen walked around the shelf and approached David from one side. He seemed nervous all of a sudden but said, "Looks like the old man was keeping the jackpot at the back."

"What do you-oh. Oh, wow." The mirror was...weird. But beautiful. The mirror itself was actual silver, polished and gleaming despite being back here for God knew how long. "That's amazing...why is this just sitting back here? There are people who would pay a fortune for something like this." She stepped up beside her co-worker and leaned in to inspect the item closer. The frame was intricately worked but those figures were all, well, they were all fucking or sucking dicks or...it was messed up. But kind of hot too. "Maybe some rich pervert. Why are they all, you know, doing it? Is this meant for the ceiling?"

She glanced over at David, who was still not looking at her and then glanced down. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she spotted the rather noticeable bulge in his pants. Oh. Gwen fidgeted a moment and looked back up at the mirror, blushing a little. Then she gave a little smile at their reflection in the polished silver, "Uh, hey, don't worry about it, all right? I mean, it's weird but...these sculptures are pretty hot. And hey, I take it as a compliment!"

 

[SoaringSin]

For a moment, David was genuinely puzzled over what Gwen was actually talking about as he took a moment to process their reflections in the mirror, scrubbing his hand through his hair with a small grunt of embarrassment when he realised the tent he had pitched. He wasn't embarrassed to show off his manhood, but David did have a certain code of decency about him that required that there was a time a place for everything. It was not to say that Gwen was an unattractive girl, far be it, but turning the situation sexual had been the furthest thing from his mind and he had been caught with his pants down, so to speak.

"Yeah... well," he managed to get out. It was time to change the subject - flirting in the back of a creepy store wasn't high on his list of priorities - though perhaps it might be something for the future? Striding up close, he made a show of inspecting the mirror as though he knew what he was doing. When at last the temptation began too great, he sighed, and ran his finger nail across the sleek certain to test its smoothness; polished metal, unlike worked glass, always had certain flaws, which this mirror wasn't showing with its reflective properties virtually on par with what you got in modern day mirror.

"You know, I bet-"

Before he got further, there was the sound of something cracking. A small fracture appeared just beneath where his finger was. The realisation of damaging the priceless mirror jolted David in shock and he took a step back, with a whooping 'oh shit' written all over his face. He was about to tell Gwen that this was between the two of them and no one needed to know when another crack appeared on a completely different area of the mirror. Then another. And another. As more cracks appeared and spread to connect to one another, David's shock was replaced by puzzlement; metal could not crack like glass which was exactly what was happening before them.

Then, all hell broke loose. Almost literally, as far as David was concerned.

The surface of the mirror exploded into countless shards, but even before David could raise his hand to shield is face and step in front of Gwen, the speeding shards halted in midair and began to fall back towards the empty mirror frame inside of which a sickening vortex of red, blues, and bruised violet shrieked like the inside of a tornado. There was the groan and screech of metal as the the frame began to contort and, suddenly, two malformed arms, as though made of black brambles, stretched free.

With the shocking speed of a monster in nightmare, the snapped out and David found himself hauled bodily off the ground, scooped with the ease at which a grown man lifts a rag doll. Before he could even swear, he watched in horror as the other 'hand' went for Gwen, seizing her with as much gentleness as it had him. And then he found himself being drawn towards the vortex around which, black jagged barbs made it look like a gaping mouth.

Kicking and banging his fists and feet frantically, even when he knew flesh and bone wasn't going to anything at all against iron and brass, yet still he had to try, if only to try and go and free Gwen. Then, he was lifted higher for a moment, and then hurled into the maelstrom. His furious yell was the last thing that was heard of him.

 

[Armphid]

She grinned when he went to study the mirror. She'd embarrassed him and she felt a little bad but it was also kind of fun. It was nice to think she could get a rise out of a guy like that, in both senses of the word.

Gwen turned away though, not wanting to add further to his embarrassment. "Well, I'll get started closer to the front and meet you in the middle?"

She heard him made an interested noise and realized he was still poking at the mirror. The brunette glanced back to see him running a finger over part of it, "You know, I bet-"

She jumped at the sharp, snapping CRACK that came from the mirror then. Her jaw dropped open and she clutched the duster to her, "What the...fuck? What did you d-" Then another crack appeared. And another. And another. All of them in different places. More and more appeared, now connecting each other, "It shouldn't do that, what's-AHhHH!"

She closed her eyes and turned her face when the mirror exploded but there was no pain, no hot metal grazing her skin. There was a rushing, roaring, screaming sound and then the shriek of twisted metal. Gwen opened her eyes just in time to see the big metal hand about to grab her, "AH, no! Help, Mister Pines! David!" It seized her in an iron grip and pulled her into the churning void that had been the mirror, "Let me go you fucker!"

Maybe it was a poor choice of words. She heard David screaming and then did the same herself as the metal hand flexed and threw her into the storm of red, blue, purple that swirled violently around her now. Her scream rose in tone and pitch as she shut her eyes, falling and being jerked about, twisting, turning. Her scream went past sound as she was hurled helpless through the ether and then there was nothing. For a moment, an eternal moment, she was suspended and still and there was no sound, no light, no warmth, no sensation of motion, just nothing.

Then she fell and the air was warm around her, "Ahh-uffnff!" Gwen landed on the ground; hard enough to blast the wind out of her but she didn't feel anything break or give. She felt the duster she'd clung to roll out of her hands and heard a faint splash. Her lungs heaved to refill themselves with air and she twisted onto her back, gulping helplessly like a fish for a few seconds before they could actually pull in breath.

She coughed a few times and shook her head. There was light but not from bulbs, natural light streamed down from above but it was filtered and spotty. What the fuck? Her hearing was returning and she heard...birds...and the sound of...running water?

Gwen took a few deeper breaths to steady herself and then slowly saw up, blinking her eyes. "...What the actual hell?" She was in a forest. There were trees all around, though not packed too densely and she was on a grassy bank by a small creek that flowed away from the her. It was only a few inches deep, the duster now lying it in. Sunlight was coming down through the leaves above and a wind was blowing. It was a fresh, herbal, green smell to the wind and the air. It tasted weird. Was it actually weird or was this just what air with no pollutants in it smelled like?

She got to her feel slowly, a bit wobbly at first. The college co-ed looked around. This was sure as fuck not the store. But it didn't look like anywhere else she'd ever been either. "What the fuck! Wait, David? David, are you here too? Heeeeey!"

Gwen stepped down the riverbank to retrieve the duster, not really sure why but maybe it would be useful wherever...this was. "David? Can you hear me?" She licked her lips. "Oh, God, don't let me be alone." Maybe he was further up the stream? Or down it? She'd check just a little each way...upstream first. She started to walk up the stream, the little brook more than shallow and slow moving enough not to be a danger. "David? Please tell me you're here! I think...I don't know what to think, but please, answer me!"

 

[SoaringSin]

If was the sound of a loud, sharp thunderclap that jolted David to wakefulness with a sudden jerk as pulled his face out of the loam and gasped. For a wild moment, he glared around wildly as his addled brain tried to make sense of what his eyes were seeing yet not comprehending. The trees of a forest were not what he was expecting – it did not even look like the trees in the local park – and he had a great need to figure out what was going on. It was at that point that he realized that Gwen was nowhere in sight. His first thought was to start calling out, but he clamped his jaw shut against that just in case there was anything else lurking nearby.

Then, suddenly, he heard her voice calling. He stole a quick glance around, as though expecting something else to react to Gwen’s voice, but there was nothing and a few moments later, he decided to risk getting off the ground and head in the direction of her voice. Every muscle in his body protested and his joints felt like they had been stretched to the limit and then some. The lingering thoughts of that twisting metal frame brought shudders to him and he hoped that wherever they were, such other things like that were not lurking around.

The air felt sweet, so he knew that they must be somewhere far from the nearest town, or even any sign of civilization for that matter. Yet his apprehension was not wholly from the displacement, but also some strange surreal quality in the air that almost seemed to… throb (?) with some weird kind of anticipation. Nervous as he was, his manhood had recovered rather quickly, which was strange considering just how tense he was.

"I'm over here Gwen," he called out, finding himself somewhat anxious to be by her side at this time – whatever his inclinations, David did like to think that he did have a chivalrous streak about him, and in the absence of another, he felt the safety of Gwen his responsibility.

Finally managing to blunder into her general direction, he breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes took her in and glad to see whether she was none the worse for wear. David had always managed to keep a civil state of mind in Gwen’s presence, yet now, his erection began to strain again. Turning away to compose himself, he made a show of looking around as though he was on the verge of figuring out where they were.

Try as he might though, no recollection came to him and the there was a strange surreal atmosphere to the air. David had been on a few nature trails in his life, and yet these woods felt nothing like the ones he had traversed before. Everything here felt so much more… vibrant; the green seemed greener, the shafts of light piercing through canopy was more like a bolt of divine illumination piercing down from the heavens, and everything, felt so much more alive. He felt alive, as though he had been living his life in a state of half-sleep and was finally coming up to full consciousness for the first time. His larger body usually felt sluggish and he had to psyche himself to motivation to get into vigorous physical activity, yet now he felt ready to bound off, go running, go somewhere, anywhere.

Unbidden, the idea of running through the forest naked came to mind; chasing after a laughing Gwen before tumbling her to the ground and ploughing her deep and hard, until their cries of delight rang through the woods. The though jolted David back to the present; the thought itself was not really so shocking as much that – somehow – it didn't really feel like his own thoughts and more like something inserted into his head.

"Where do you suppose this is?" he asked instead. ""Because I am completely out of it. Unless I’m hallucinating, I’m pretty sure, we were in the back of that dingy old store and then that mirro–"

David checked himself, as he really didn’t want to think about that again. Just the thought had him thinking he’d expect to see that thing lurking in some shadowy corner, ready to come out and begin some macabre chase.

 

[Armphid]

The sound of his voice calling her brought a swell of relief that was almost embarrassing. Gwen turned toward the sound and the follow up noise of his movement. He came into right from behind some trees about fifty feet downstream. She waved and splashed through the little stream and up onto the bank. He was looking around with a thoughtful expression. Did he recognize this place? Or was he just fronting?

She was at a slightly lower elevation and as she trudged up to him, her eyes moved over the tent erected in his pants. Wow. That looked...good. Wait, what? Well, it did, but was this really the time? She was kind of impressed though. To go through all that and still get a boner at seeing her, that was some stamina! It was kind of...nice wasn't really the right word. But she didn't really go around causing spontaneous erections, so it was a big ego boost.

Maybe she should thank him. With a nice sloppy blowjob.

Gwen blinked. Where had that come from?

She shook her head when he spoke again. "No, you're right. That's where we were. Where we are, well. Either the old man pumped some LSD into the vents and we're still in the back tripped out of our gourds or...that thing sent us somewhere." She blushed a little "That swirling mist looked like a dimensional portal or something, don't you think? Could we be on another planet?"

Gwen nibbled her lower lip. The strain her body had felt initially had faded and she felt energized. She couldn't remember ever feeling this...ready. But for what? She also felt warm. "Wherever we are, it's warm. I feel hot." She untied the handkerchief to let her hair fall loose so air was moving more easily through it. Then she unzipped the coverall and stepped out of it, taking in a deep breath, "That's better. Might have to lose the sweater though..." Gwen looked at David, "I do have a shirt on underneath, so don't get your hopes up," she said with a wink.

Then she blushed bright red "I, uh, I mean...well, I did mean it. I'm sorry! I just...this is all so weird and I don't know what to do."

 

[SoaringSin]

David was happy to see that Gwen was okay, as much as circumstances allowed, and seemed to be taking the situation in stride. Certainly at least better than he felt inside; in that sense, he owed it to her to remain equally composed so that she could at least keep her spirits up – if nothing else, panic was one of the most contagious things in the world. For now they needed to figure out what to do. At the very least, the stream would ensure they wouldn’t go thirsty, though they’d have to find food, though without a gun of some kind, David didn’t really feel altogether confident of his hunting skills and he didn’t feel confident to risk foraging for berries or such in case they proved poisonous. That said, shelter would probably be a higher priority.

"Well, I’ll forgive you this time," he grinned wryly, not at all displeased with what she was putting out. He was feeling rather on the warm side himself, but it was a strange kind of warm… like when he had drank too much and there was a nice tingling afterglow that left him feeling impervious to the elements.

"As for where we are, well, I don’t particularly care where as long as it’s not dangerous and we can get back. At the very least, provided this isn’t all a dream, I’ve got a few words to trade with that old man."

Technically it was his fault for fiddling around, but who seriously kept something like that lying around? At this point the heat really was getting to him, and he needed to cool off, if only to get his mind off the numerous thoughts that were bombarding his mind with inappropriate suggestions which were proving to be quite distracting with Gwen around. The crisp, chill of the stream was a refreshing shock, and it cleared his mind somewhat, it didn’t do as much to get his mind off how horny he realized he was becoming; his manhood was straining the confines of his trousers so much that he could feel each throb of his heart through it.

He was about to take a mouthful of the crystal clear water when the bright crimson of a flower at the base of a tree caught his attention. It was a huge closed bud, easily as large as both his fists bunched together, and the drooping stem on which it grew was easily as thick as his forearm. Although David knew he wasn’t a botanist, he felt he was familiar with enough flora that the plant looked unusual to him. Straightening from the water’s edge, he walked up to it slowly, taking the time to scrutinize it closely as he approached.

Movement caused him to pause, watching bemusedly as the large blossom began to unfold and bloom into full flower at a pace he had never really expected from a plant. In the space of three heartbeats, the strangely alluring blossom had opened its petals, which seemed strangely thick and waxy. David gave a grunt when he realized the opened flower looked somewhat like the glistening lips of a woman’s vagina in full arousal and he was gripped by an irrational urge to bury his erect prick into the folds of the bright red petals. Only Gwen’s presence helped him keep a modicum of dignity in resisting the urge.

The drooping stem straightened, putting the flower on height with his loins. He thought there was an unusual sweet scent in the air, but he couldn’t be sure.

"Gwen, you ever seen a plant like this?" he called, without taking his eyes away from the flower. The heat that he had felt before seemed to have returned ten-fold and he was starting to feel dizzy, forcing him to rub his temples to try and maintain concentration.

 

[Armphid]

She smiled back at his grin at his grin. Joking was good. Humor as a coping mechanism was something she understood. And did they both need to cope! Though she wasn't as panicky or freaked out as she should be. Was it from all that sci fi, comics, and video games were paying off and she was inured to weirdness. Or she was just keeping the desire to scream and freak out until later. That was probably it.

Maybe she should ask David to relieve her stress. He could take her right here on the river bank and-wait, what? Had she seriously thought that? Oh, God, her mind was providing her with it's own hentai pics of it too. Mm, did his cock really look like that?

"The hell has gotten into me," she muttered. David had moved to the stream and splashed himself with water. That was a good idea. But then the breeze would chill her if she had water on her skin...hypothermia was not your friend. She shivered at the thought; Gwen tended to get cold easy. But then David could warm her up; tear her clothes from her body and push her onto all fours, her ass in the air, taking her from behind like a bitch in best until she creamed her brains out on his cock and he came, painting her womb and-

Gwen shook herself, "Oh, my God," she whimpered. What...was that? That fantasy had just burst into her mind out of nowhere. She felt heat between her legs and a fresh dampness in her panties. This...this wasn't the right kind of response to this situation at all! Was she going crazy?

She looked up from her thoughts to see David on the other side of the stream. He asked her about a plant...did he mean the tree? His eyes were looking at his waist level. "Let me see." She hopped the stream, jumping over to the other side. That actually felt fun! "I am a biologist but I'm more into animals than pla-wow." She stopped dead in her tracks, blinking at the sight in front of her.

That was a pussy. On a stem. She shook her head, "I must be going so insane right now. I've never seen a plant like that but I've got something like it in my pants." Pants that felt restricting now. She felt warmer again, hot even. Her pulse had picked up and her chest rose and fell noticeably. What was going on? Oh! Oh! "It's some kind of trap! Like a...a...a Venus cock trap! It's all sweet looking and it's putting out that smell to lure you in. Don't do it!"

Gwen lifted the duster and pushed the broom handle end towards the dirty, delicious flower. "See? If you put it in, it'll snap shut and trap or something." She nudged the outer lips, uh, petals with the handle and then pushed it lower to press against the entrance to the botanical box.

 

[SoaringSin]

"Is that the, uh, scientific term for it now?" asked David wryly as Gwen baptised the plant as some sort of 'venus cock trap'. That said, it did seem suitable name, though his raised brow was not for the name, but rather to actually hear someone was demure as Gwen actually say the word 'cock', not to mention comparing the flower to her own. Which now made him wonder exactly how her's looked - it was surprising he had never even really thought about what was undoubtedly between her legs before now.

With some regret, he watched her push the end of the duster, into the slickness of the blossom, more than a little regretful that it was not his own straining erection that was doing so. Amazingly, the handle did push in, and went deeper, indicating that there was an actual cavity within. Damn, that's one perverse plant, he thought without ill-will towards the flower.

For a moment, it genuinely did seem that Gwen's assertion was on the mark, as there was a sudden grip on the handle of the duster, making it difficult of push or pull any further. Then, suddenly, the grip relinquished and there was no further resistance to Gwen's attempts, though it did not seem further possible to push further inside, as though it were rejecting the fake length that was being thrust into it.

"Guess it can probably tell that it's not the... uh, real thing," chuckled David. Even so, it probably how this thing feeds, if I had to make a guess and your assumptions about it are correct. Christ, do you have any idea how much money you could make by cultivating this and selling it back home?

Although he was speaking his thoughts out loud, the reality of the situation was that he was surreptitiously looking over O'Neil's figure from behind, as though every aspect of her femininity was calling out to him. His brain felt like it was melting, and the deep thud of his heart seemed to be the heartbeat of the world. Some part of him knew it was an irrational time to be dominated by lust, and with such intensity, but it was only a small part of him.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had stepped up behind Gwen and one of his arms had encircled her waist, pulling her firmly against him, his hardness impressed firmly into the small of her back, whilst his other had decided to seize one of her breasts. In his head, it seemed a thousand insidious whispers urged him on salaciously.

"I'm sorry," he all but gasped with hot breath against her ear. "I know this is probably a bad time, but do you want to fuck? I don't... I don't know how much longer I can hold back, Gwen."

 

[Armphid]

"Depends on what it does to a dick once it's in there," she mused. Did it eat the penis or milk it of cum? God, that might be hot to see. But she didn't want to risk David or his cock. That hard, hot, fuck ready cock in his pants.

God, what was wrong with her? She couldn't get sex out of her head. Sex with him, though part if her felt she'd feel that we about anyone right now. She was so turned on. It was so hard to think. Why?

His move to grab her was a total surprise. Gwen gasped but then a moan joined it as one of his strong hands grabbed her left breast. "Ahh, wh-what the..." His hungry words in her ear made a line of fire blaze from her ears right to her pussy. She shivered in his grasp.

"I should, I should kick your balls up through your head," she groaned. Her feet worked and moved, shuffling and tugging before she kicked one leg forward, then the other. Her shoes flew through the air to land in the brush. "I should tell you to go to hell!" She reached down and undid the button of her jeans, then pushed them and her panties both down over her hips, "But I just...I can't."

She arched her back to press her tit into his hand more. Her right hand reached behind her to rub his rod through his clothes as she rubbed herself against it. The smell of her wet pussy was in the air, mingling with the scent of the flower. "Yes, David, please...please fuck me. I want it, want you, want this cock! Take me, please!"

 

[SoaringSin]

David Kroenig​

David didn't really need any more encouragement, and Gwen's words alone cause the last sliver of resolve he had left to crumble. An hour ago, he wouldn't have even thought about getting into O'Neil's panties, now it was the only thing he could think - it was a strange sort of arousal that bordered on madness - sexuality that was so intense it verged between desire and discomfort.

There was not much need to think what to do next. As the last word left her lips, his hand came away from breast, only to seize her sweater and jerk it off over her head, leaving her hair disheveled. With impatience, he turned her about and bent her back, pressing his lips to hers hungrily. Yet, when it failed to even appease the fires of his lust, he separated them and set his hands to the hem of her shirt. With a single savage jerk, he tore open her shirt, sending buttons flying.

Seizing her by her backside, he lifted her up so that he would not have to bend over as he set his mouth to one of her breasts that he had freed as he stumbled back and pinned her between himself and the trunk of a tree.

 

[Armphid]

Gwen yelped as he jerked her sweater off, messing her hair and sending her glasses flying. Then he was kissing her having spun her around and she moaned into the kiss. This..they shouldn't do this, not now, not this way. She'd never even thought about him like this before. But she wanted him now, more than any guy she'd ever lusted after. Her lips answered his with hunger and acceptance, parting slightly to allow him access if he desired it.

She looked at him in wide eyed shock as he tore her shirt open. Oh, fuck that was hot! Her knees wavered and she felt like she almost came from the sundering of her shirt. Her bare breasts were his for the taking and she was so glad she hadn't worn a bra today.

"Yesss, oh, my God!" The feeling of him picking her up was delicious and frightening; she hadn't realized how strong he was. But his lips on her tit were pure heaven. She slid a hand through his hair to take a for grip, moaning out, "Mm, suck my tits, feels, mp! Good!"

She wrapped her legs around him, tugging herself closer and tighter to his body. Her free hand pinched the nipple of the breast he wasn't feasting on. "I love it when guys play with my tits, so, uhhh, don't stop! Not unless you're giving me that hard, hot cock to suck or to fucking wreck my pussy!"

Anyone who knew her would have been shocked. Gwen was normally demure and adorkable, not swearing and talking dirty. It was just bubbling up out of her, surprising herself as well. But she liked it. "And you will, won't you, stud? I felt that dick of yours, can't wait to have it!"

 

[SoaringSin]

David Kroenig​

At another time, David would have been surprised by Gwen's use of language, but it only seemed to reaffirm that small voice in the back of his head the whispered vindictively that book-worm girl in front of him was really a secret slut all along. A whore. One that needed to be punished appropriately, preferably by ramming his thick length into her all-too eager pussy.

It was with great difficulty that he managed to ignore that voice, but it did not stop his amorous attentions. With her legs wrapped around him, placing her in position, he was all too aware of the heat radiating between her legs, and only a thin piece of fabric separating her sex from his straining prick, which was like a bar of sordid heat in his own pants. Hungry for her, he sucked and teased with greater ardour upon her nipples - her breasts might have been average at best, but right then he could hardly care - she was a woman, and that was enough.

Keeping her supported by pinning her waist with his, he let go of her legs and began to fumble with her jeans; had they been made of lighter fabric, he would have doubtless tore them open as well. What should have been easy, turned into a fumbling affair, as his over-eager hands proved clumsy in his lust-fever. Unable to make progress there, he abandoned his efforts and start to jerk at his own shirt, the buttons slipping one by one and without the damage that he had inflicted on Gwen's own shirt.

Unburdened by his shirt, his trousers and boxers fell to his knees next, though in truth he could barely remember undoing them. Freed, his erection sprang free, inducing a growl from his lips as his head jerk back to look up at her with eyes that were clouded with fuck-lust. Between her legs, he began to grind her against the tree, staining her jeans with the drops of his precum.

 

[Armphid]

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This was insane! She was insane! She should be screaming her head off and pummeling him for all she was worth. Part of her still remembered that. But it was subsumed and absorbed by the hidden kinky side of her that she kept secret except for her own personal Internet explorations.

While David fumbled with his clothes, she worked on her own. Pulling her legs back down, she wriggled and kicked, coaxing the jeans and panties she'd already undone and pushed off her hips further down her legs.

She had then down to her calves when his cock finally sprang free. Her looked down at it and her eyes widened, mouth opening. "Oh. Oh, fuck, David, that's a nice thick cock. Fuck, you might leave me gaping with that beast!"

Gwen finally managed to get her jeans off her legs, leaving her panties just dangling from her left foot. The pre-cum that had dripped onto her pants now fell and smeared on bare skin and she gasped, "Oh, God!" She grabbed his shoulders and braced herself, shifting her hips to push towards his hard, hot dick. "Fuck me already, stud. I want it, you can smell how much I want it, and you're fat prick is drooling for me. Do it, do what you want, what I need, fuck me!"

 

[SoaringSin]

David Kroenig​

David practically groaned his approval at the wanton display that Gwen was giving, not to mention her own eagerness, if her words evidenced nothing else - at this point, he would have been hot for her even had she not wanted it, but now...

Seizing her by her backside, he lifted her up again, his fingers digging into feminine mounds before dexterously aligning their genitals. In a single, urgent thrust, he impaled her on his aching shaft. Some part of him was telling him that this was not the way. His deeply embedded cock, throbbing with lustful heat begged to differ.

With a snarl, he began to buck his hips, his broad length stretching her, his balls beating against her cheeks. Relief flooded him. Relief and much more need. Shoving Gwen back against the tree, he began to drill her savagely to teach her not to tease.

"Don't ask for more than you can handle," he growled to her face as he exerted his battering strength. They were in the middle of a strange forest, where anything could have come up on them, but right now, David couldn't have cared less, unless something tried to separate him from his current fuck. Sweat ran down his back, and his arms were starting to feel sore from supporting O'Neil's full weight, yet his desire to find heaven between her legs steeled him to greater exhortations.

Fuck. It was a like a mantra playing over and over in his head, like a mantra.

Fuck. His very body demanded it of him, urging him on as though it had taken a life of it's own.

"Fuck," he groaned huskily in her ear, as the hot clutch of her vagina gripped him. His cock felt swollen and dense. Long minutes stretched on and David continued to buck without abating his efforts, even though his legs felt like they might cramp, and his fingers had already locked. Looking at Gwen, she really was a much prettier girl than he had realised. Then make her yours, urged a voice in the back of his head.

"Fuck yes," he agreed without realising he was speaking out loud.

 

[Armphid]

Her eyes went wide, head going back, her breath blasted out of her when David slammed into her all at once. Pleasure and pain lanced through her and entwined as he began to savagely fuck her. Her chest heaved as her lungs tried to refill her body with air, finally managing to get enough back to gasp out, "F-fucking hell! Yuh-you could have, uhh, given me a second or two to, shit! To get used to iiiiit!"

He was ravaging her; hard and fast and brutal. His balls slapped on her ass and he drove her painfully back against the hard trunk of the tree, the bark surely scratching up her soft skin. But that pounding cock felt so good! He had her stretched wide, so much she was almost afraid he had ripped her, and each driving, impaling spear thrust rubbed his pulsing cock against her walls in the sweetest, most sinful way.

Over and over and over and over and over, he pounded into her and she writhed and whimpered in his grasp. There was something...wrong about all this. Fuck, it felt so good though! "So good! Fuck, I, ahnn! Never had a guy last this long, you're a fucking machine, stud! Ahh, God!"

Gwen winced a bit though; his fingers were sunk into her ass cheeks and it was starting hurt, as was her back against the tree. "David, hey, David? Listen, uhh, I want you to keep going, God, do I!" She licked her lips, "But put me down on the ground, you can get right back in and keep fucking me, you secret stud, but I don't want you to hurt yourself, ahh, shit, you're going to throw out your back."

 

[SoaringSin]

David Kroenig​

As much as his hands agreed with Gwen's assertion, his body had no desire to listen to any reason except its own. His only answer was to tighten the grip on her ass, bury his face into the hollow of her neck and pound her for all she was worth. The silence of the woods became filled with the repetitive clap-clap-clap of his heaving exertions. Some part of him felt that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

Before his body could give up, his aching length decided to do so first. Throwing his head back, a savage groan escaped his lips, as he began to thrust like a battering ram, each stroke desperate and mechanical. Something about this felt far too good and... the realisation that he was wearing a condom struck him like a blow to the face, but his cock was already starting to pulse. His body reacted instinctively, giving a last, furious thrust before welding himself to her.

Buried deep, the stroke of his ejaculate struck against her cervix with a hot, wet smack. And with a fevered moan into her ear, he emptied out the rest of his balls into her. Whatever compulsions had gripped him, it was by far the most satisfying orgasm he had ever had in his life. With a body that was hot and heaving, he pinned her against the tree, her feet dangling, as he awaited the spasms to subside.

His lust vented, sanity began to return, and it was like a heavy curtain being lifted. Realisation came back suddenly, leaving him to wonder just what the hell he had done. He wanted to jerk away, but the deed had been done and was probably a cold gesture to make. Pulling his face slowly away, he looked into her eyes as he reached up to touch her cheek, in what he hoped was an affectionate, or at least soothing gesture.

"Shit, I'm sorry Gwen," he muttered, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know what came over me - I know that sounds like a load of shit - but seriously, I really don't."

 

[Armphid]

There was no indication he'd even heard her as he just kept pounding away. She gasped as he pressed his face to her neck, his fingers digging into her ass harder, "Huhhn! Or we can just, uhh, keep going like thisss," she hissed. His hard, hot, thick fuckmeat kept pounding into her, making her body rock in his grasp. One of her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, the other bracing against his shoulder. Her breath came faster and faster, whimpering moans mixed in. God, this was so fucked up but so good! "Oh, God, God, feels good, too good!"

She should be fighting or protesting but instead she welcomed in, her hips moving to meet his thrusts as best she could. Her body wanted this, even if part of her mind wasn't sure. But that part was being numbed, conquered by the pleasure he was fucking into her. Gwen's pussy pulsed and she yelped, then let out a louder moan, "OoohHh, you're fucking kidding meeEEE!" She was going to cum! Fuck, she'd never cum on a cock before! "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" White hot sexual joy exploded in her; radiating out from her cunt in pulsing waves. She trembled in his grip as her orgasm ravaged her, her sex clenching down on his invading spear and gushing her juices over it.

He didn't even seem to notice, plowing on resolutely as she floated in the afterglow. But the pleasure was building again, faster now. His pace increased suddenly and she realized what was about to happen. God, and it made her cunt throb! David was going to cream her. Pump all that hot, sticky, heavy jizz into her! Fuck, she couldn't wait!

Wait.

He didn't have a condom on.

She wasn't on the pill.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit on a shit cracker!

Before she could speak, he let out a primal sound and buried himself as deep in her as she could. Then a blast of heat erupted in her and splattered against her cervix. Gwen's eyes rolled towards the top of her head and she screamed as the whole world seemed to erupt around and through her, the feeling of him emptying his seed into her womb setting her off. Her toes curled, her fingers digging into him, her tongue flopped out of her mouth, back arching as she came and came hard, harder than she ever had. It felt like her whole body was burning away and it was pure heavenly flame.

She went limp in his arms and her mind was gone; blasted apart by the decadent pleasure she'd felt when he came in her, when she realized he might impregnate her. Her brain slowly pulled together over the next few minutes. Gwen stirred weakly. David pulled back and his eyes met hers. He was him again, sane and in control. There was shame in his voice and in his eyes.

The co-ed shook her head, "I-I know. I...I should have said no, or fought, but...but I wanted it. I begged for it, and...and I don't know why!" She put a hand over the one touching her cheek and gave it a squeeze. "Please, let me down. And, uh, pull out? I've got to get your cum out. I mean, it felt great, but I'm not looking to bear your child yet."

Did she say "yet" just now? Fuck, what was wrong with her?

When he released her, she groaned as his dick slipped free. That was a terrible feeling, and it bothered her that she felt a pang of regret at not being filled now. "This place, maybe this flower...it did something to us. I think." She squatted and grunted, flexing her kegel muscles to try and push his seed out. "I mean, we both just went sex nuts. I mean nuts, like, temporary insanity." She shivered as it began to slide out of her still soaking cunt. "We...we need to get dressed and get away from here. Follow the stream maybe? I need to be somewhere safer before I freak the fuck out."