Holding the glass of Amontillado before the fire, Arthur admired the play of reflected gold licks of flame against the dark amber contents inside the crystal. The deepening twilight shadowed the room through the lace over the windows, adding to the richness of the old, stately colors of the room.
Arthur cherished these little moments, basking in the refinements of life's luxuries. Sipping the lightly chilled wine, he savored the flavor flowing over his tongue, nearly matching the pleasure of the ass of the three year-old currently impaled on his cock. Unnaturally large by human standards, Arthur's prick was nevertheless completely planted inside the little girl's intact bottom by way of his dark talents.
The preschooler feebly worked her body in a vain effort to free herself of enormous thing that was stretching her guts. All she accomplished, however, was to twist the soft surfaces of her violated rectum over Arthur's hard-on. The friction of the snug flesh against him was enough for Arthur to release an obscenely huge load of semen into the toddler's guts.
Sadie moaned at the burning seed assaulting her and the pressure it created inside her already bloated bowels. When the flow abated, Arthur whistled to the canine figure curled up by the fire. It rose to the size of a mastiff although its build was leaner. Its muzzle was furless, covered instead by ropy twists of skin and marked by the four sets of saber-like fangs protruding from its upper jaw. In short, it was a perfect specimen of a breed that had given villagers of old plenty of nightmares for generations.
"Come, Milhouse," Arthur called to the beast as he pulled Sadie from his dick with an audible and sloppy pop.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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