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The Bull God
By Anonymous (1991) 

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The Bull bellowed, his arched neck bringing his head 
down to her breast where he licked her neck and tasted 
all that was his woman tonight. He was roaring out of 
control, dragging her constantly tighter to him, 
driving into her as if it is to be his last act. (MF, 
beast, fantasy)

***

The Bull God entered the chamber, his huge shadow 
playing about the room from the torch in the corridor 
behind him. Having stooped slightly to get his great 
bulk through the door, he stood and swung the massive 
oaken structure closed, momentarily silhouetting his 
horned head against the leaden orangish glow. 

The tigress was on a vast raised dais in the middle of 
the room. The platform was strewn with pillows large 
and small, and with assorted silk, satin, canvas, and 
fur bed coverings. In the midst of this diffused 
shadowland on the dais lay the tigress she-witch he had 
chosen from the harem. 

She was moaning softly and writhing slowly as if the 
burning in her loins was moving through her body, 
becoming one great ache of desire needing to be 
satiated. She had been waiting for her lord since that 
afternoon when the lesser satyrs had begun to prepare 
her. She had been fed the finest of aphrodisiacs and 
delights to the palate, her bath was prepared with 
crushed lavender and mint, aromatic and soothing, 
delicately fragrant. 

She was read to from the book of whoredom, she had been 
sung songs of the lake and the forest and the ram and 
the moon. Then, wrapped in ermine, she was escorted to 
the nearby mating chamber. It was here, in the glow 
from the fireplace at the far end of the room, that the 
aphrodisiacs started to take effect. 

The lesser satyrs used all of their profound knowledge 
to tease her mortal flesh to a feverish boiling heat of 
liquid wanton need. They had been taught their art by 
the Horned Deity. They were supreme in holding the 
tigress/whore on the precipice of ecstasy awaiting the 
beast. She was the goddess of the empty vessel, loins 
needing to be split in order to make the spirit whole. 

The Great God of Potency stood looking down upon her 
sinuous form as she stared back through half closed 
eyes. He smelled like damp earth and cinnamon. She 
swore that she felt the heat from his hand while it was 
still inches away, and when he stroked her thigh 
rivulets of lightning coursed over her skin like a 
thousand tongues. 

She gave a low animal moan and spread her legs farther 
apart revealing that her swollen womanhood was drenched 
in musky juice; the Great Satyr licked his lips and 
buried his head between her legs, his burning agile 
tongue consuming her sweating cunt. She reached between 
her legs to stroke the velvet on his horns, feeling the 
great power in his bull neck, while he fondled her ripe 
breasts. It was a look that was gentle yet piercing and 
relentless that he gave her as his head rose. The lips 
were moist from his feast, his teeth white as pearls in 
the night and his eyes glowing embers. 

He moved his hips so that she could reach his huge 
rigid cock. It warmed her mouth with its heat and the 
moisture at the end tasted like a pungent honey. The 
cock was large and rock hard. The skin was soft, supple 
and fragrant, with the head of the organ being plump 
and just a little softer than the shaft. 

The Great Bull quaked as she swallowed his cock. His 
moans were a soft low growling. She held his great rod 
with one hand, while she clutched at his arm leading 
between her legs, where he was driving her to a frenzy. 
His powerful arm was misted with sweat. His scent acted 
to make her a steaming mosaic of engorged, taut, and 
yielding flesh. Grabbing her at the hips, The Beast 
brought her flower up to his lips, holding her aloft as 
if she were a succulent fruit, while she kept her mouth 
sucking on his huge penis. 

After a moment the Lord of Lust let the tigress-slut 
onto the padded dais, almost dropping her onto the 
furs. With a beaming grin and a furrowed brow he 
grabbed her leg and dragged her to the edge of the 
raised platform. She knew what was coming; her hips 
writhing, her back arching, her fingers blurring over 
her clitoris, her hand straining to feel the 
approaching phallus. Somehow she missed it and the huge 
erect organ entered her without warning, sinking all 
the way to the hilt, a fullness she had never 
experienced before. 

Drenching waves of warmth cascaded from her melting 
cunt to her full breasts where they exploded in 
fountains of pleasure lava flowing through her senses 
until she was the essence of lust. Red was her color, 
musk was her flavor. She was purring, possessed. 

The Bull bellowed, his arched neck bringing his head 
down to her breast where he licked her neck and tasted 
all that was his woman tonight. He was roaring out of 
control, dragging her constantly tighter to him, 
driving into her as if it is to be his last act. Her 
head was shaking, violently making her hair fly about, 
her body arched like a bow. 

Suddenly, for a barely perceptible second, they stopped 
moving... Then they started shuddering and moaning and 
gasping, shouting poetic and filthy language filled the 
air. The two were vibrating so fast that they could not 
be told apart and the heat would have made a mortal 
shrink back, had any been present.

The furs and coverings on the dais were flapping as if 
in a great wind. It was as if Vesuvius was barely 
contained in the center of the chamber.

Then without warning there was a tremendous sensation 
of pressure in the room and then what sounded like a 
thunderclap and the couple was gone.

In the dim silence it seemed that it was all over, 
unless one was patient enough to observe that the fire 
across the room looked hazy when looking across the 
dais. In a few hours the two lust mad entities could be 
seen rematerializing. The Great Bull was on his back 
and the Great Whore had her head on his chest. 

After a while longer they reappeared completely as if 
they had just gone on a journey and were back. Thus 
they had laid for awhile more, apparently asleep when 
the door opened. They lesser Satyrs entered quietly and 
proceeded to light new incense and to set some wine, 
bread and fruit besides the dais. 

She woke first and saw the last of them leave. As the 
door closed it woke the Bull God. She felt his head 
turn and she looked at him. He smiled at her and let 
out a laugh, looking her in the eye. 

The fire in his eyes started to glow brighter and she 
felt a familiar tingling.... he bent his head towards 
her until she could not see the glowing eyes but could 
only feel his warm breath upon her neck....

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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