Wicked Beast

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Satiate the beast or die trying
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Late last night; I lay in bed
Full of fright; a morbid dread

Woken from slumber; unwanted visitor
A gelid shudder; deathly tremor

I looked around; held not a soul
Nothing found; room black as coal

I strained to hear; what was that sound
Something was near; lurking around

I heard it step; heard it breath
Slowly it crept; closer to me

My mind all afright; gripped in fear
What haunted tonight; what beast was near

I sat up in bed; reached for a light
Found nothing instead; empty black night

I felt its cold stare; frozen in fear
Caught in deadly snare; i heard it sneer

Oh, what was this thing; a demonic presence
That the devil did bring; to take my essence

This horrid beast; it stalked around
Waiting to feast; on hunting ground

Steps toward the bed; defenseless prey
I thought I was dead; there where I lay

Growing in terror; my heart beat louder
Wicked tormentor; I would not surrender

Done waiting for death; my mind now set
With my last full breath; die or live yet

Fist raised, I held fast; I yelled in anger
“Beast, do it at last; I will not waiver!”

A deep growl was heard; from death’s black abyss
The beast undeterred; approached, nothing amiss

With each step closer; so soon no more
This unbearable torture; claws scraping floor

Jaws snapping at me; just by my head
Foul breath upon me; from those now dead

My death still unknown; i thought with fright
Tearing flesh from bone; beast's horrid bite

Towards my feet it moved; and did dwell
Not yet subdued; all not well

Braced for savage maul; why did it wait
Time to end this all; my doomed fait

Then horrid nightmare; terrors untold
My sanity did tear; evil did unfold

Horrid sound bellowed; deaths coming toll
Reverberated; wrenched deep my soul

I screamed in fright; covered my head
My eyes shut tight; and then i pled

"Lord, please hear my plea; save my soul"
"Evil, has come for me; my blood runs cold"

Then all was silent; was it over
Saved from evil tyrant; a hangover

It did not bode well; no sound heard
From the depths of hell; it now emerged

Crimson eyes did hover; blood red light
Formed from deathly vapor; burning bright

At the foot of the bed; they appeared
Eyes without a head; creature leared

A wicked laugh i heard; from all about
Deathly shade disturbed; cackle and shout

“Pray you poor fool; too late to save
Here is where i rule; don’t misbehave”

The beast, now woman; voice sultry ice
Hypnotic and devine; voice did entice

From a lambent brume; she manifest
A deadly flower bloom; she coalesced

Words cannot describe; voluptuous thing
Her beauty to imbibe; intoxicating

Beneath eyes, glowing red; a knowing grin
Full lips, softly rounded; and regal chin

Raven hair about her; lush curls cascade
Over round shoulders; and there it swayed

Full breasts, ponderous; succulent flesh
Round hips, sumptuous; cunt to cherish

She moved, slow stroll; radiant nude
Her hips gentle roll; i was subdued

She stood unabated; she licked her lips
Breathless i waited; coming to grips

I laid there naked; save cover and shorts
I hesitated; all out of sorts

A nightmare or dream; under her spell
I hungered for her cream; cock start to swell

Between fight and delight; caught in her web
To save my soul, fight; or die, life ebb

A wave of her hand; covers thrown off and fell
Cock at half stand; still it did swell

She stood by the bed; looked down on it
She shook her head; "Inadequate."

My lay there useless; could not protest
"Quiet, do not stress; pass my one test"

"And reward is yours;" she cupped a tit
Hand over contours; she rubbed her clit

Finger tips wetted; set upon my lip
Lust unabated; nectar to sip

She grasped my face; l then whimpered
"That's just a small taste;" hot breath whispered

"Fuck me with your tongue; and fuck me well
Drink the sweet juice sprung; or die in hell"

My arms on their own; moved by my side
Her atop, soft moan; my face to ride

A hunger within; lick at soft folds
Eager to begin; sweet musk enfolds

I lapped and bit; along wet slit
Sucked her hard clit; messaged a bit

She rode along; hips gyrating
She rode along; undulating

I took deep breaths; great endeavour
Plunged into her depths; with great fervor

Velvet walls caressed; I did not slack
Climax nearing crest; I moved on back

Back towards tight hole; to tease and taste
Pry wide her asshole; with great haste

She threw her head back; a throaty moan
"Eat my dirty crack;" commanding tone

She teased and tugged; her nipples taut
She teased and rubbed; her clit, hard knot

My hair she did clasp; in her tight fist
Deep breath, long gasp; could not desist

Looking into my eyes; "Are you ready!?"
Forced back on her cunt; her nectar heady

With tremendous vigor; my tongue pummeled
I would appease her; my beloved

Her thighs clamped tight; ecstatic scream
And with all my might; continued to ream

Her body convulsed; torrid unleashed
I was then engulfed; her cum released

I took it all in; as best I could
Every drop from within; honey so good

She sighed, now sated; "You did very good."
I laid there elated; my cock hard wood

She turned to my prick; engorged meat
Ripped my shorts quick; burning in heat

Turned to horrid beast; she howelled
My reward, released; she devoured.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Wow, you had the will to go epic

but you need a bit more talent to pull it off, the poem, not your prick. Try something shorter, not the Empire State Building. It has a real Edgar Poe feel but not quite as clever or dramatic. Keep trying!!