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Bred by What I Birthed, by Jezebel Rose

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It was quarter past midnight with the moon high in the sky, however, behind dark clouds. The streetlights in this section of town were shut off due to the homes going up for sale for the first time. Dark and ominous, there was a figure of a young woman racing down Maple Street.

Her breasts heaved as she ran. Sweating profusely, she pulled her long dark brown hair out of her face, glancing at the street signs. She didn’t recognize any of them. Her palms grew clammy and cold as she raced down the middle of the street in the large, fully renovated subdivision.

Glancing from home to home, she realized either everyone was asleep or this was one hell of some bad luck. Trying to even her breathing while she picked up speed, Aimee heard the sound of the man behind her.

The figure was crawling on the ground with such speed that it almost appeared to be snake-like. Swaying back and forth, the man stood back on its hind legs. It began to run. Fast.

Aimee darted into the closest house on her left. It was the same as all the other homes—lovely modern, sleek homes for people with money to spend on four-car garages.

Slamming the door behind her, Aimee quickly latched the door, immediately falling forward with her hands on her knees, taking deep rapid breaths. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Scared shitless, Aimee heard the sound of the humanoid man outside, scraping its fingernails down the door. Faster and faster they went, tearing into the wood and echoing the screeching into the house.

Aimee stepped back as she watched a large chunk of the wall break-in. Pieces of drywall went flying as the second story began to crumble with the door. Racing down the hallway, Aimee could hear the thing chasing after her. It slithered. It scraped and fingernailed its way down the hall after her. The sound terrified her to the bone.

Grabbing the first doorknob on her left, Aimee turned it and went inside. Closing the door behind her yet again, she realized how fucking stupid of an idea it was for her to go into the room. “Fuck,” she groaned, looking around for a way out.

Another door. Good.

The figure slammed against the door, quickly flattening it, but Aimee had fled through the second door and down the hallway by then. Hearing this, it burst through the front of the building, landing on the ground on hands and knees.

Just as Aimee climbed through the wreckage to leave, the humanoid was upon her. She felt the long nails of the man as he reached and pulled at her shirt. “Please, help me,” he said, grunting in a low voice. It almost sounded human.

Aimee kicked. Hard.

The man flew back, tumbling down the rubble to the ground. Several shadows moved about, seething and pooling around the man. Even though he hit hard, he stood back up with a grim smile.

“Fine! What the fuck do you want!?” Aimee screamed at the top of her lungs as she turned around – still stepping backward. She was a good hundred feet from the thing before she noticed the shadows around her. They were seeping from the homes and forming into humans. Entirely devoid of light in the darkness. So dark that Aimee could barely see them. Within seconds they had turned into the things that they evolved into. Aimee wasn’t sure what that was, but she saw them be regular humans with incredible speed and a developed sense of sight.

Horrified at the thought of being eaten or even just killed by the things, Aimee watched, still stepping back as the things came forward, all speaking in unison, “Give us what we want and we will leave you alone. Help us. Please, you are our only hope.”

Her voice was soft and gentle. She was a beautiful woman with the body of a model and the face of Miss USA. “Please…” she moaned again.

Several of the male figures were stunningly gorgeous as well. Aimee was certain the things were playing on her mind, of what she thought attractive. It had to be. Several of her life-long fantasies were there as well – actors, models, singers, and more. Each entirely nude, displaying their toned, muscular bodies without thought or hesitation.

Aimee bit her lip, trying not to give in to the things. They were so perfect that she was sure they wanted to fuck. She could see their dark cocks dangling between their legs. Each a different length, size, and curve.

Aimee’s body began to sweat as sexual hormones eased their way to the surface. Her pussy became wet, preparing itself for intercourse. Although Aimee didn’t know it, she was also ovulating. Her pussy was trimmed and clean as it rubbed against her soft pink panties while she stepped back away from the humanoids.

“What do you want!?” Aimee screamed again. She felt her heart race, waiting for the question to be answered. Her legs hurt desperately from running, and her chest felt as if it were about to implode, but she managed to step back once more before her foot hit the curb, sending her into the grass.

The impact knocked Aimee out entirely. Unconscious in the world of dreams, Aimee saw and felt herself fucking the men, whatever the fuck they were. Her body came hard repeatedly on the things. Every fantasy she had dreamed and masturbated to was coming true.

Suddenly Aimee came to. The two-hour dream of orgies and orgasms disappeared in a second. Looking up, she saw a dark ceiling. Disoriented, she sat on the side of the bed, adjusting her eyes to the ray of moonlight that came in through the broken window beside the bed.

“Jesus, what the fuck happened here,” Aimee whispered to herself as she kneeled and picked up a piece of glass before tossing it back down to the ground.

Things began to happen quite quickly for Aimee as several figures entered the room. The same men from her, oh so perfect dream. It hit Aimee all at once. The men, things, humans, or whatever they were, wanted to fuck.

Their hands were on Aimee before she knew it, pulling the clothing from her body.

“Yes… take me into your beautiful world of darkness,” Aimee moaned to herself as she felt laid back on the bed. She felt her legs spread open and her panties pulled to the side. At first, his tongue slides up and down the length of her pussy before it went deeper, tasting Aimee’s juices.

His tongue elongated to Aimee’s perfect desire, hitting every spot of the human anatomy for pleasure all at once. Seeping with wetness, both his fluids and hers combined as she came on his face. Squirting repeatedly, her back arched in delight as the man’s tongue never ceased to stop.

Aimee didn’t see how many of the men and women there were, but she knew the room was full. The air was warm with sweat as several of the figures took turns tasting her pussy, licking her cunt, and sucking on her pussyhole. Their tongues were perfect – each and every one of them that penetrated her.

Moaning in pleasure, Aimee wanted to scream – and so she did. Letting out a long scream into the night, she felt the things stop for a single moment, pulling away from their tongues and mouths from her pussy and between her legs. They all looked down at their cocks.

Aimee saw the long dangling dicks become hard, sticking straight out from their bodies. The women circled Aimee and the men, chanting in unison, “Fuck her… fuck her good, fuck her oh so good.”

Taking another deep breath, Aimee felt a ripple of orgasmic pleasure rush up her body, emanating from between her legs just as the first man leaned in on her, penetrating her outer pussy. Deeper the man went as his face went down on Aimee’s neck, sucking and pulling on her throat in the exact fashion that Aimee lusted after during any sexual session with any man, or woman for that matter.

Sexually explorative, Aimee could not believe the tremendous amount of pleasure the humanoids were giving her. Looking up at the man thrusting into her, she felt a sense of orgasmic ecstasy. She was going to cum. Hard.

Aimee felt her body shake just the lightest before she screamed out in pleasure. Several men swarmed around Aimee, feeling all over her body with their hands, and putting their hard cocks on her tits, then one in her mouth.

Orgasm surged through Aimee’s body as she felt the man penetrating her thrust hard, pushing her back up against the bed frame. Reaching out, she took a cock in each hand. She stroked each, pulling on their cocks while begging for their cum, all while still choking on the thick dick down her throat.

Aimee was in heaven. She loved every moment of her body swaying in tune with the chant and the stunningly handsome man fucking the hell out of her. Looking up at him, she saw him smile back in the most usual way possible. It was somewhat creepy, yet it didn’t turn Aimee off.

Feeling the man pumping his load into her cunt repeatedly had Aimee already ready to cum again. Stars appeared in her vision as she screamed out in pleasure. As weird as all this was, it seemed all that mattered was their physical bodies.

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