In a hidden, damp corner of the forest lay an ancient oak tree that was well-known among locals for its dark secrets. This twisted beast had witnessed countless acts of bestiality and debauchery, but none quite like this. It was late on a summer evening when the moon was full and bright, casting long, eerie shadows across the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation and lust as I made my way to the tree's roots.
The beastly figure that awaited me was unlike any other. He was tall and muscular, his sinewy arms covered in coarse hair. His eyes were a deep shade of green, almost reptilian, and they seemed to pierce right through my soul. As he approached me, I couldn't help but feel a primal urge surging through my body. I knew what was coming next, and I could not deny the darkness that was about to consume us both.
As we stood there in the moonlight, our gazes locked on each other, he whispered something sinister into my ear. His voice was raspy and seductive, promising me things I had only ever dreamed of. The words he spoke were filled with a hint of danger and a promise of pure unadulterated pleasure. And so, without hesitation, we began our descent into the depths of lust and depravity that would leave us both forever changed.
His rough hands explored my body, tracing every curve and contour as if he was mapping out every inch of my skin. He knew exactly what to do to make me melt in his grasp, and I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission. As we continued to kiss and explore each other, our desire for one another grew stronger with every passing moment.
My cock, now hard as steel, twitched and throbbed against his rough palm, begging to be touched. And so he complied, wrapping his hand around my shaft and squeezing it firmly. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain that coursed through me like wildfire. He pulled back slightly, exposing the head of my cock, then plunged forward again, this time with a vengeance.
He continued to jerk me off with a brutal intensity, all the while staring into my eyes with an almost animalistic determination. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, desperately needing release from the pleasure he was providing.
As our passion continued to build, he began to whisper dirty words into my ear, things that were normally taboo and forbidden. But in this moment, there was nothing left to be ashamed of or hide from. We were one and the same, two beings bound together by a shared desire for pleasure and pain.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me, his eyes wild with desire and hunger. He knelt down before me, his tongue flicking out to taste the tip of my cock, which was now dripping with precum. As he licked and sucked on my shaft, I let out a primal moan that echoed through the forest.
His mouth moved down my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into his throat. He gagged slightly, but his determination only seemed to grow stronger as he continued to pleasure me. My hands were shaking now, clawing at his head as I tried to keep from coming too soon.
As his tongue danced across the sensitive spot under my head, I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. His lips closed around my shaft once more, and in that moment, all the darkness, all the fear, and all the shame I had been holding onto for so long disappeared into thin air.
I let out a loud roar, my cock jerking uncontrollably as I filled his mouth with my hot, sticky seed. He swallowed every last drop, milking the very last drops of pleasure from me before standing up once more. Our eyes met in the moonlight, both of us panting and spent from our encounter.
As we stood there, covered in sweat and come, I realized that this was just the beginning. We had opened a door to a world of darkness and desire that we could not turn back from. And as we made our way back into the light, we knew that we would forever be bound by the taboo tales of bestiality that we had shared together in the depths of that ancient oak tree.