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The Enchanted Lakehouse (Part 5: Lost and Found)Chapter 5:The boy who had taken the white colt and fled into the magical woods doesnot hear the monsters approach the little clearing in which he dozes. Sleephas only taken the lanky teen deeper into night and all around him, theForest and its enchantments wake up. He rolls on his side and draws a kneeup and his breaths grow slower still and sough in rythym with the wind inthe trees. His clear naked skin reflects the light from the moon and theembers of his little fire and seems to glow. He doesn’t sleep nude at home,but this place is not his farmhouse and the soft mosses where he lay arenot his old narrow bed. The sounds of the Forest click and burble and cooaround him and the boy dreams. Some of the things who make these soundscreep and slide and slither closer in.He’s a tall rangy boy with long legs and large feet that plow through waterlike paddles. Despite his growth below the waist, he’s a trim lad withstraight brown hair that bleaches at the ends in summer and flops down hissmooth forehead nearly to his eyes. He used to have freckles but those havemostly faded just as the first skim of hairs have begun to cover his calvesand feather under his arms and between his legs.The Netherb**sts get to him first. They are mostly human-shaped, save forthickly tentacled arms ending in wriggling masses of smaller, wormy lookingfingers. Eel-like tentacles surround their mouths, dangle where lips wouldbe and provide a fringe for swollen fleshy tongues that dart and taste theair. When they come upon the boy at last, they charge forward and fall uponhim before he has time to wake.He is pinned on his back, his arms restrained fast and pulled taut over hishead, his ankles gripped and legs stretched; the gangling teenage boytwists and braids his body over the ground and hollers. His pony is besetupon as well, the pack of monsters crowding him and lacing their tentaclearms around to confine the a****l. The young stallion flags its head andattempts to rear, but the monsters grip his legs and flanks and hold himsecurely. Their lubricious appendages fasten to his flanks and whorl downhis barrel, exploring his contours and muscled dimensions, sliding into thecrevices between his legs. They pay little attention to the stallion’stwitches and flutters, his whinnies and snorts. Tips of tendril-likedigits massage the heavy smoothness of the colt’s massive balls and probethe sheath guarding his penis; they bore inside and grip the spongy headand draw it slowly out.The monsters cover the prone boy with their tentacled limbs – touchingand feeling and sliding and grasping. The boy’s naked skin: arms and legs,flat stomach and nearly flat chest soon sparkle with dew. The tentaclearms are pliant and move so freely they seem almost to ooze, there doesn’tseem to be any bones to them but they are fantastically strong. And theyare covered in suckers – tiny, sensitive dextrous cups that both caressand probe. The suckers and the arms istanbul escort they cover coil around the boy’s limbs,slither across the corrugations of his ribcage, glide down the slope of histightly drawn belly. The b**sts lean in close and lick the boy which renewshis frantic squirming; the lad’s stringy muscles tense and flex. They lickand grope over his whole body, but leave his face alone.One monster delicately licks the pale sack between his legs and drags itsslippery tongue up the length of his penis, which trembles – or perhapsthat’s the boy. Maybe the monster enjoys the taste, maybe it doesn’t wantto share this part of the boy with the others, so it licks again. Andagain, and still again and keeps licking. The boy’s penis wobbles in airand flops on his abdomen. But the boy’s struggles falter and even though hewasn’t meaning for it to happen, even though he’s stopped resisting and isjust waiting for the monsters to be done with him, his penis extends andhardens.The monster continues licking, in fact it starts licking even faster. Itwants to see how much longer this peculiar part of the young human willget, and how stiff. One of the other monsters brushes its hand over theboy’s organ, the shaft flexes to meet it, two of the digits from the handpinch around the root and pull. The boy gulps air at both the jolt ofstimulation this induces and the apprehension of having monsters lickingand stroking his erect penis. He cranes his head forward to watch – thestroking b**st has cupped his ballsac and is kneading it with itsfingertips. The monster who is licking pauses sometimes to look at the teen– its fathomless black eyes look deeply into the boy’s face then back atthe penis which glistens and throbs over the clenched muscles of hisabdomen. Then it lowers and keeps licking. It begins to dawn on the boythat he might not be eaten alive this night — or at least, not in the wayof monsters who usually eat c***dren.The boy grunts and pants, his breath catches and expels in sharp gasps.The space between his eyes creases into deep lines and his head bendsforward, his eyes screw tightly shut. His penis stiffens so that it becomeslike cordwood, tensing and springing, the glans is flared and pink. Asingle strand of clear fluid seeps from the opening and is licked away inthe relentless bath. He knows what this is building toward, the question ofwhether the monsters know sparks in his brain and is snuffed in an instantas a tongue brushes over the circumsized head and slit, twirls at theridge, and pulls down. His thighs and buttocks are clinching andreleasing, instinctively he pushes himself off the ground and relaxes backdown, little thrusts in the air.His cheeks balloon and the breath he’s been holding ejects in a loudpuff. His ejaculation begins with a burst of a dozen watery drops acrosshis stomach, then a thick forked stream of semen that splatters up to hischest. The teen’s stomach has gone avcılar escort rigid, spurts of cream continue to jet– three, four, five more squirts — his head arches back, his gruntsbecome snarls. The monsters are in a frenzy, lapping up the ejacualatefrom his torso, cleaning the dribble from his penis, polishing around thehead, sending the boy into a frenzy too.The boy’s orgasm has run down, but the monsters continue to lick. Theteenager writhes and moans louder, his pelvis corkscrews back and forth,sharp hip bones protruding. Two monsters bear the boy’s waist to theground and lick at his sides. The teen’s erection is trying to subside butthe persistent intensity of the b**sts’ lapping prevents it. At fifteen, aboy’s penis is especially sensitive but the monsters don’t know that (ormaybe they do). Right now, the boy is their prey, captive, and he’sbeginning to apprehend that now that they’ve enjoyed a taste of him, ofwhat they’ve made spurt forth, they simply want more.A pleading squeal – his voice cracks in the midst of it – one of themonsters has begun to twist its tongue around the glans of his penis as ifopening a bottle. Between his legs, another monster has positioned thefirm tip of a tentacle against the soft knot just at the base of his ballsand presses – holding and releasing like a button. When the skinnyhairless human was shooting his strings of cream in the air, the clevermonster had observed how that part had pulsed and wondered if its actionsnow could induce a fresh flow of milk.The teen’s face is dewy with perspiration, his breaths come in ragged pantsand quivers; his forced erection has been pushed past the awfuloversensitive phase and become acutely receptive to proper stimulationagain. As he settles, the monsters lick ever more puposefully. Quite ontheir own, his hips rock up and down, the pale pouch of his ballsac bounceswith the motion and is licked in return. His penis fully rigid and flexinginside the loops of squirming tongues, that familiar pressure builds. Hishands ball into fists, his forehead furrows, his eyes close tightlyagain. He gulps in air and holds it, his mouth agape. A thick line ofsemen, still as richly white as before, fires from the tip and is stoppedonly by his chin, it lands as a chopped rope from belly to throat. Hisbreath expels in a cough, runnels of cream flow continuously from thereddened penis cap and form a glistening pool in his naval; the boy buckshis hips and thrusts into the morass of whirling tongues. His secondejaculation concludes and the monsters carry on licking.His penis remains completely solid for a minute or two more, as they do forboys with endurance, even after two consecutive orgasms. The teen begins toregain his bearings again, sounds around him no longer crowded to theperiphery by gasping breaths and straining muscles. Nearby, his coltwhinnies and snorts, the monsters are crouched beneath the horse, theirtentacles and manipulative tongues coiling şirinevler escort and seething across the lengthof the young stallion’s intensely rigid penis.The boy gets his second opportunity to examine his horse’s maleness. Thecolt’s erection is as thick around as the boy’s wrist and much longer thanhis arm, fleshy colored with mottles of dark, like calico. The head of theorgan has expanded at this stage of the stallion’s arousal, it resemblesthe cap on the teen’s own penis in a basic way, but is much wider andflatter. The boy is settling after his last orgasm, his breathing quietingeven though the monsters continue grazing over his twitching organ; hewatches wide-eyed as his horse is spun closer to its own climax. Themonsters have formed a shaft of constantly writhing feelers, every inch ofthe stallion’s penis flickers between the visible and the obscured. Thecharcoal surface of his pendulous ballsac churns with strokes and delicatelaps. The horse commences thrusting his hips, glutinous strands of pastyfluid spit from the tip and sprinkle across the ground, as much as the boyproduces in a single heavy spurt.Two of the monsters compete for access to the penis crown, tentaclestighten around the shaft behind the head, frenetic tongues whip across thegaped duct. The excited colt grumbles deep, his neck and tail lash the air;the young stallion ejaculates. Surges of silvery cum, exploding streams ofmilk that gush as torrents, soak the fantastical creatures who had believedthey might harvest the pony’s abundant cream as they had the adolescenthuman. The boy, watching, gasps again, but this time not due to theintensity of any stimulation visted upon him.The Forest floor beneath the shuddering horse is drenched in slimy puddlesof cream. The a****l’s penis has already flagged, its shrinking lengthswings between his hind legs and proceeds reeling back into the sheath.The monsters pay it little attention in their eagerness to sop up what hasbeen sprayed upon the mosses and leaves.The boy’s own penis is tortured into persistent firmness even though anache has grown in the root of the organ and deep inside the compact pouchof his balls. His head has sloped back, his chest and stomach clench andbillow, his knobby knees try to draw up despite the monsters’ restraint.The creatures lick while the teenager eventually stills. After many minutesof this the boy has lost track, his eyes half-lidded, his respirationmoderated, he barely anticipates the inevitable climax. His thirdejacualtion arrives with a sigh, mere dribbles of anemic ooze, nearlytransparent. The monsters clean them away but begin to realize they havedrained this well. Several peel away from the youngster, his legs arereleased, one of his arms, then the other. The boy makes a sound that isbetween a moan and a whimper and curls on his side; one avaricious b**ststill has the teen’s penis clasped in its sucker-cupped digits, but theorgan has dwindled and no amount of further stimulation will make it rigidagain. The boy does not care to try to make his escape, he knows he willnot get far. Exhausted beyond any endless run or long summer swim he hastaken, the lad passes out. The monster remains, still gripping the boy’slimpid penis, considering perhaps that it need only wait long enough forthe milk spurter to sprout again.

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