Night of the Beast (Priscilla x Lord Maul)

[Priscilla May]

The quaint and modestly sized suburb of Penbourne sat apathetically as the visage of middle American living. Its subdivisions littered with look alike houses, streets lined with nicer cars, and homes filled with the average American family gave it an appeal to those who wanted to live the American dream. Here in Penbourne things were worlds apart from the hustle and bustle of the nearby metropolitan area. It was nestled in its own little valley amongst the hills, with clean air, easy access, and a natural feel.

Those that lived in this cliche of a town led lives not unlike those from every other suburb in the nation. Every morning families wake up, the father (and sometimes the mother) would go to work, kids would go to school, and life repeats itself every rotation. In the middle of these suburbs a small downtown area gave the suburb a small town feel, a community tight knit in their common habitation. But what Penbourne really boasted was an above average population of women.

It was often a running joke in this town that over 60% of its inhabitants were women. The term “I married a girl from Penbourne” is often said by grooms from out of town. It was not just in modern times that this town boasted such a bias for females, but statistics showed throughout its history since its founding in 1892 the hillside town boasted majority women.

Yet statisticians may laugh and call it a coincidence, the true nature of the town was far more sinister. Since ancient times the area Penbourne was built upon was magically imbued to produce more women. This “curse” of sorts was not for their benefit either, but rather to quench the thirst of an old lineage of beasts…

But only those steeped in books laden with supersticion would even recall such a tale. For it was a deep secret kept in the dark by ancient magic.

Fifty years has passed since the last breeding, and now the next brood will be born of its mates.

 

[LordMaul]

The night had finally come for the tradition known as "The Breeding" to begin, every fifty years the mighty Minotaur, a beast of Greek myth would rise from its slumber. Spending a great deal of time attacking, and mating ferociously with the females of Penbourne. Such things were a tradition that no one ever talked about. As it was never talked about the younger generations largely dismissed "The Bull Beast" As a legend, an urban myth of sorts that was just used to frighten little girls of the town. Now the beat grumbled, and awoke from his slumber within a cave not far from the town.

The beast while ferocious as he was, possessed qualities of man. Such as the cocks they sported, or the intelligence and cunning sometimes used to grasp its prey. The beast had often spent years just thrusting his seed into many women, while they fought him. The moans that came from their lips often betrayed them. As he would spend hours pounding into a female, and even days or weeks making sure the entire town had been fucked silly, that for a time they would worship him. Eventually, after that time, he would retreat back to his home to sleep for yet another fifty years so the cycle would continue.

Awakening, the first part of the business was eating, taking some time during the evening hours to hunt down a deer, killing and feasting upon it. After it was all over with. The massive beast roamed on it's hind legs towards the town. Already smelling the scent of females. Licking his lips, as he already felt the painful throbbing erection that came forth. Only making him the desire and to crave one thing entirely. That was to mate, plant his seed into most if not all the women. Then go back to his hibernation. He would not rest until his tick member was buried to the hilt upon every townswoman there was, that was able to carry his offspring.

Slowly he emerged upon the outskirts. The lights being very bright, as he saw how it had evolved in the past fifty years. Meaning that his prey would be numerous. It was the time for the breeding to begin.

 

[Priscilla May]

Nighttime had fallen over the small town of penbourne, its outskirts lit by bright street lights and houses built on its fringes with a natural view of the wilderness beyond. Much of the town was settling in for the night, in their houses having an evening meal with family or preparing for bed and the next day ahead of them. Unlike the big city this was pretty uniform, little activity on the streets from cars, workers, or pedestrians as most of the residents were families with 9-5 jobs.

Though in suburban areas it would be wrong to say no one was out and about, rather it was not average. Beyond the edge of the forest in the brightly lit suburb there were few who could be found outside for their own various reasons.

Along the edge of the forest a path meant for recreation winded its way next to the trees. Jogging down that path a girl huffed and puffed as she got her cardio in for the day. The brunette had a fair complexion, even down to her stomach and legs which were easily seen in her sports bra and running shorts. She was aware of little beyond her own head, listening to music and thinking of school problems as she ran.

Further, a small park sat at the edge of town, meant for children to play during the day in the small subdivision, yet at night it was largely empty. Tonight however a young wife sat on the swings, her face long and swings short as she contemplated her marriage and life.

And finally, in view of the forest, a girl sat on a bench in her backyard. She was looking upward towards the stars pondering life’s mysteries. She wore an oversized shirt on that cool evening, her typical bedtime garment. From under her shirt the scent of her womanhood was wafting as the girl’s hormones mixed with the nighttime air, her biology at its pique.

It was another peaceful night in Penbourne, just as peaceful as the last 50 years...

 

[LordMaul]

The beast let out a growl, as he could feel an ache in his loins trying to decide who would please his cock the most. Trying to decide who would be the first victim. Spotting several looking targets of whom he could take. He looked around at first eyeing several women.

He could gladly begin with any one of them. It was only a matter of who would be first to which he could make suck, and ride his fat cock. He let out an annoyed growl. As he tried to think on who to go after first. The choices seem all the more enticing from the young adults that he saw. To the married wives. Yet he still couldn’t decide even as a ravenous hunger still took over.

Instead of moving so quickly on the first selection of options, he decided to head deeper into town. Wondering what more options would come. What interesting prey might appear to please the ache within his loins. He couldn’t ponder forever, he needed a tight hole soon to start mating with. He needed to let out his first batch of seed for the evening.

Quietly making his way deeper into the town, all he could do was try to find more interesting targets that would be worthy of being the first of the ritual.

 

[Priscilla May]

As the women each went about their collective evenings, they would separately stop as if they heard something, some queer sound in the night. But having neither distinctly heard anything or seen the massive beast pass them on its way deeper into town, they each shrugged it off, pondering their own troubles and ambitions once again. The wife who had troubles with her husband decided it was best to head home, taking the sidewalks back to her cookie cutter dwelling amongst many others that looked like hers. The jogging girl ran just meters away from the beast with no notice as she continued her exercise. Finally the young girl remained, staring up at the stars.

Further into town the beast would pass many homes that looked much the same, and green fields of grass laid down by man to green their lawns. On his way deeper he would come across a house with an open window, a girl sitting on the other side at a desk doing homework.
“Sweetie your mother and I are heading out!” A male voice from inside the home would easily be heard. Not long after a car would emerge from the garage of the home, taking off down the street with two occupants. The girl however remained silent at her desk, alone and studious.

Venturing further into town would discover the first area not predominantly filled with homes, instead a church sat atop a hill, many humans coming and going on what would be called “youth group night”. At the base of the hill a few meters from the church a crop of bushes was occupied by two such youths who clearly had gotten away from the crowd. One was quite evidently male and the other a female, the male mounting the female as she moaned subtly. Their pheromones would be quite poignant to the beast.

Not far down the street from the church would be a shopping plaza, and in said plaza a dark parking lot dimly lit for the humans to find their vehicles. Making her way to a vehicle was a woman, heavy with child passing through the darkness. She moved slower than usual, but had great energy despite her condition. She fumbled for her keys to try and find her car, but was having little luck in the night.

Would one of these women become the beast’s first mate?