You need it rough and doggystyle

You want it rough. You need to be fucked. You roll onto your hands and knees, rings dangling beneath your perky tits as you lower your shoulders and look back over the firm, heart-shaped offering of your ass. Victor smiles down at you, kneeling behind you on the bed and caressing your cheeks. He grabs his fat cock in one hand and drags the swollen head from your pink pucker down to your dripping mound and back again, teasing both holes before finally lining up his cock and working it between your tender folds.

You arch your back, sliding your little butt against Victor, your cunny opening around him, swallowing up his fat hardness. Victor rests one hand ony our ass and the other wraps in your blond hair, yanking your head up as he begins pounding your pussy, his fat meat slurping into your wanton fuckhole. Matty joins in, kissing your shoulder down your back to your ass, opening your cheeks and slithering her hot tongue down your crack. You cum hard with Victor pounding your pussy and his sexy wife flicking your pink pucker with the tip of her tongue.

Victor fucks you faster and harder and his wife has to pull her tongue from your ass. She moves to your mouth, parting your lips and kissing you passionately as her husband drills dick into your aching honeypot. It feels amazing, but something strange is happening. Victor's big cock is getting bigger with each thrust, swelling and inflating and filling you completely with its fleshy hardness. You tear your lips away form Matty and look back over your shoulder.

That thing that is hunched over your ass and slamming its bulging cock into your tight twat is no longer human at all. The shambling shape appears skinless, with oozing folds of flesh like molten pink wax on its face and swollen body. Its monstrous hands hold your waist firmly. It face bulges as if with huge tumors and its tongue, lolling from its mouth, is long and curling like giraffes. It stares at you with milky white eyes that are sliding slowly down its face.

You gasp, not with fear or pain, but with heightening pleasure. Its huge fleshy fuckmeat seems to shift and twist inside you. It throbs powerfully, stretching you, molten flesh slapping and greasy against your ass. Beside you, Matty is unchanged, but smiling crazily, leaned back and frigging herself as she watches her transformed husband pound your pussy from behind. You cum suddenly and violently, shocked by the ****, shoulders and face dropping into the cushions as the creature slams you hard.

"Nnnnnnn!" the thing that was Victor grabs your hips with both hands and roars its incoherent pleasure. Its huge cock throbs powerfully inside you and gushes hot seed into your hungry womb. You comb as the climactic throbs depositing the seed inside you are enough to drive you over the edge again. Your cunny milks the cock, draining it dry. Only it isn't drained. The Victor-thing continues to groan and spurt inside you, frothy, milky-yellow discharge pouring out of your packed pussy, over your mound, splattering onto the bed between your knees.

As the creature continues to cum the symbol marked out on your chest becomes hot. Your skin reddens and blisters. The symbols becomes searing hot, sizzling. You scream in pain, your pussy still being shot full of monstrous man milk, your painful orgasms crescendoing to a sudden plunge into darkness. You lose consciousness.

You awake to find yourself clad in a nearly transparent garment of soft fabric. You are sprawled atop a slightly angle stone platform. Lifting your head, you see that there is a huge, dark pit at the foot of the rock. You can hear something, moving and shifting inside the pit.

All around you, standing in a circle, are the men and women from the day before. They are clad in robes, but their heads are exposed. They are holding hands and chanting. All of them except Matty and Victor who are standing over you. Victor is reading aloud from a book in a foreign language. Sounds almost like Latin. Matty is holding your nipple rings taut with a chain threaded through the rings.

You remember what they said the night before, that you would become the bride of the Shapeless One. You smile. That sounds like a neat idea.

Somewhere, deep in your mind, you are screaming. And somewhere nearby, just outside the manicured resort, a hulking gorilla creature is watching events unfold.