BONUS HALLOWEEN GIFT : QUEERLY TWISTED TALE - HUBBLE, BUBBLE, BOIL AND TROUBLE

Prepare yourself - to shriek, moan and gasp! It is a tale from the Queerly Twisted Tales, erotica with a delicious turn into the unsettling, from the mind of Magnus Alexander, based on art I posted last year. Enjoy... and keep the tissues at hand...

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It was in the early hours of one particular morning that the young Earl of the Blightmarsh was awakened from a deep slumber by a loud creak in his bedroom. Being a light sleeper the Earl's eyes opened almost instantly as the sound broke the otherwise near silence of his room. Lifting himself up on his elbows the Earl felt a yawn coming on as he blinked his tired eyes, trying to see where the sound had come from. Had the latch come undone on one of his bedroom windows and the hinges had creaked as it opened from the wind outside? He'd have to call for his manservant Claude to come and deal with it he thought as the yawn emerged and his eyes adjusted to the gloom.

The Earl though was in for quite a shock when he beheld the man crouching within the window frame, looking directly across the room at him in bed. It was a sight enough to instantly shake him from the remnants of sleep and he bolted upright in bed, a small exclamation despite himself. He opened his mouth to shout out for the servants sleeping in their quarters near his master bedroom but the shadowy figure on the window sill raised his free hand and pressed a finger against his lips, indicting him to be silent. Strangely the would-be cry died in the Earl's throat and he just sat upright in bed, frozen from surprise and fright.

Without a word the figure jumped off the ledge into his bedroom proper, landing with barely a thud. As the stranger stood upright the bright moonlight streaming in from outside allowed the Earl to see him more clearly. He couldn't help but gasp. Before him stood the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Tall, defined and slender, this beautiful stranger was naked except for a loin cloth, a tiny piece of material that barely covered anything at all and a pair of plain sandals. Skin as pale as fresh milk contrasted with a long mane of midnight black hair which seemed to almost gleam in the silvery moonlight. It was his face though that truly captured the attention; a noble countenance with high cheek bones, a square jaw line and full, luscious lips.

His dark, deep eyes were fixated on the Earl, a strong steady glaze that pinned the lordship to where he was sitting. This mysterious stranger, this beauty, took in a deep sniff, eyes never leaving the Earl's face. 'It is you. You are the one I've come to find''What do you mean? What are you doing coming into my bed chamber?' The Earl found his voice, scarily able to take in what was happening, too baffled by what this handsome man was doing here so calm and barely dressed right before him. 'Just who are you?'

'It is you whom I have been looking for' the mysterious beauty repeated, ignoring his questions as he came around the side of the Earl's bed, almost seeming to glide rather then walk. Bending down he came incredibly close to the lordship, barely a handbreadth’s distance between their faces. 'I've come to serve you my lord, to give you the due you richly deserve.

The Earl scarcely heard him, for this close the details of the handsome stranger's face and body were breath-taking. Never before had he seen a man with such a perfectly formed physique; a stomach of hardened muscle led upwards to a well-developed chest, the skin completely smooth with tiny, pinkish nipples and arms with hard biceps which seemed to bulge whenever they moved. Muscular thick legs...a large lump beneath his loin cloth which barely contained it...those smouldering intense eyes that didn't stop looking at his face...it was as though this was Beauty was a dream had come to life, one of his wildest imaginations that had come to life and stepped out right into his bedroom.

The Earl, a man used to being confident and in control, suddenly found tongue tied and unsure just what to do. Should he call his servants, his guards, to deal with this intrusion? Yet the stranger was not threatening him in any way...quite the contrary. It was such a bizarre situation he couldn't help but feel out of his depth. The Beauty kicked off his sandals and knelt down onto the bed, coming even closer that there was barely an inch between them now. A reassuring smile came upon those full lips as he saw how nervous the Earl was. Reaching up he gently stroked the side of the Earl's bearded cheek with his fingertips, a touch that sent a shiver like lightning over his body.

'Relax my lord' The Beauty spoke, words sweet and calming 'You don't have to do anything. Allow me to be the one to do the work'. With that he placed his hands on the Earl's chest and gently pushed him to lie back down upon the bed. Rising for a moment he picked up and threw aside the bed sheets, leaving the Earl laying there in his undergarments exposed. Returning to the mattress he crawled slowly across it and then clambered on top of his lordship, coming to straddle over his hips. With deft skill the Beauty unbuttoned the nobleman's nightshift and opened it to reveal the hairy chest that lay beneath.

The Earl had a normal physique; a tiny bit of a tummy and a chest covered in coarse, thick black hair with two large nipples poking out from among the tangle. Although his looks couldn't compete with that of the Beauty's the sight of his bare chest seemed to excite the handsome stranger for he leaned forward, placed his mouth over his right nipple and started to suck eagerly upon it. As he suckled upon the Earl's nipple his firm hands began to run themselves over the noble's lower body, caressing and groping the soft flesh of his stomach and sides. It made the noble uncomfortably let out a quiet moan to feel someone else touching him like this, to have another's hands wandering around over his body. The lips upon his nipple hungrily licked and teased that sensitive spot, sending pleasurable tingles right down to his toes which only grew more intense until he could barely endure the sensations they were giving him.

As though sensing he was reaching his limit the Beauty stopped sucking on his now-tingling, sore nipple, leaving it wet and glistening with his saliva. Barely had the Earl time to breathe when the Beauty had moved onto the other nipple and resumed sucking upon this fresh spot, lips just as ardently working as they had done before. With his eyes half-closed as he was overcame by this newly discovered pleasure the Earl didn't see that the Beauty had moved a hand up to his pert nipple until he felt the nub being gently pinched. The sudden sharp sensation, somewhere between pain and pleasure, drew a long moan from his lips which he hastily tried to stifle; he didn't want to wake his servants, not for them to see this and then go about gossiping it later. It was just the sort of thing they would do. So he forced himself to keep his moans down as the Beauty teased and pleasured his chest, something that was much harder challenge then it appeared. Beads of sweat started to run down his brow as his heart beated faster and he tried to enjoy the pleasure he was experiencing while keeping the involuntary gasps coming from his lips down to a whimper.Finally the Beauty broke his attention away the Earl's nipples and worked his way downwards, running a velvety tongue over that soft stomach and leaving small nips with his teeth that lightly stung but which didn't break the skin. When he reached the lordship's silk pyjama bottoms without pause he undid the strings that held the front closed and parted the folds of material. Revealed underneath was the Earl's manhood, swollen to its full hardness by the seductive attentions he had been experiencing, and resting on a bushy bed of dark pubic hair. It was a normal size phallus, around 6 inches long in length. Gently lifting the firm manhood between his fingers the Beauty placed his mouth over the tip of the shaft and started to suck and lick at the pulsing, warm flesh in his grasp.The Earl shivered at the feeling those incredibly soft lips and that potent tongue working upon the head of his manhood, unable to believe anyone could possess a mouth so smooth and yet so firm at the same time. Laying there he let the handsome stranger take full charge of the moment, savouring the pleasure he was receiving. All of his confusion and uncertainty from earlier was gone as he allowed this gorgeous man to greedily consume his manhood until he had taken all of him within his mouth, a sensation that was indescribable. Truly this had to be a dream, for pleasure such as this could only come from the sublime of fantasies. With little experience in the ways of sensuality he had to be lost in his own imagination, this Beauty, this perfect man, drawn from the very core of his most repressed desires.

Such as the relentless assault upon his shaft, the Beauty suckling on the entirely of his manhood within his warm silky mouth, that the Earl could feel a familiar pressure growing in the depths of his groin, a feeling that told him he was reaching the limits of his endurance. Just as he was nearing that threshold the Beauty ceased sucking and pulled away, leaving the Earl panting for breath, with a raging erection and confusion over why the Beauty had stopped.

The Beauty said nothing, his expression unreadable as he sat upright. Taking hold of his loincloth he unwrapped the material that covered his lower region and tossed it to one side on the floor. In the semi-gloom he exposed the magnificence of his long curved shaft, a huge manhood fully erect and upright against his stomach. Such was the sight of it that the Earl couldn't help but feel awe. He wondered what it would be like to take it into his mouth, to suck and taste it as the Beauty had done to his own. It was a thought that made his hard manhood throb without being touched.

The Beauty returned to straddling the Earl's hips, his hardness bouncing slightly on and off his toned abs as he moved. Reaching behind his back he took the Lordship's hardness in his hand and angled it upwards. Before he understood what was happening, the Earl felt a warm pressure suddenly pressing against the tip of his shaft before it began to spread downwards as his manhood was engulfed by something hot and pulsing that gripped him tightly.

The Earl's eyes widened as he realised what was happening; that the Beauty had positioned the hole of his rear over his erect manhood and was now pushing himself down onto his phallus, taking it inside of himself. He hadn't heard of this before. Was it possible for two men to couple together as men did with women? He had his answer the next moment as he felt the soft cheeks of the Beauty's posture settle down against the hilt of his shaft, the whole of his manhood now within that tight rear.

It was a sensation like nothing he had experienced before. The insides of the Beauty's rear that had enveloped his manhood seized and squeezed every bit of it all at the same time, his cheeks gripping him with a potent strength. Even the slightest of movements unleashed new pleasure as the grip on his shaft shifted and stirred it in that fleshly embrace. The nobleman just laid there, mouth hanging open as he revelled in the sensations surging from his manhood and throughout the rest of his body. Never before had be coupled with another and now here he was, truly becoming a man as his virtue being taken by this stunning vision of desire.

The Earl had little time though to simply bask in these new feelings for the Beauty start to move his hips upon his shaft and he didn't start off slowly. Indeed he began to rock his rear back and forth upon the Earl's manhood with some considerable vigour, pulling and pushing his tight hole along the length of his shaft. There was a forceful to the Beauty's movements, matched only by his skill on knowing just how to use his hips, those firm cheeks and insides clenching and tugging that the hard flesh inside. Rolling his lower body from side to side, he stirred up the Earl's hardness so it touched and probed new places within him even as it was squeezed from so many directions at once.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling, the Earl allowed the Beauty to take full control, using him and his manhood as he wished. It felt as though his cock was being devoured by the tight and powerful ass that surrounded it, his shaft harder than it had ever been before. The build-up of tension within the pit of his groin returned, now coming on quicker and even greater if that was possible, slowly rising upwards towards the base of his shaft...

For the briefest of moments the Beauty paused in moving his hips, giving the Earl, rivets of sweat running down his face, time to breath. The tension inside his groin was close to the surface, near enough that it felt ready to burst forth. As the Earl took that moment to recover the Beauty changed position; he had shifted so he on his hands and feet straddling the nobleman, legs spread and body angled towards the ceiling. Suddenly the Earl found he had an unrestricted view at the magnificent sight of the beauty's hardness and perfectly form balls right before his eyes.

Without a word the Beauty began to move again, this time his rear practically gliding on and off the Earl's manhood. In this position the Earl could his shaft going in and out of the gorgeous man that rode him with abandon, his hole practically consuming the length with each pass. The handsome stranger's own manhood swung about with each movement, the meaty smacks of that thickness hitting against toned abdominal muscles mingling with the moans of the man he was riding and the squeaks of the bed shaking that filled the room.Leaning backward, faster and harder he rode the noble, all the while keeping his eyes locked upon the Earl's own. That look of intensity, the way he forced himself down upon him with a clear hunger...this time there was no holding back the pressure in his groin. It rose inexorably upwards, making his manhood start to strain and swell within the grasp of the Beauty's rear. Little trembles passed through his body as it tensed up, his hips instinctually starting to buck and thrust his phallus upwards into the soft flesh enclosing it.

Sensing that the Earl was close the Beauty raised his rear up partially, giving the lordship's hips the room to move properly and to follow his instincts to rut up into the handsome man's willing hole. Like an animal the proud nobleman could only think of shoving his meat in and out of the Beauty's backside, his movements wild and primal. Under his breath the beauty spoke huskily.

'Yes, yes my lord. Do not hold back. Let yourself just go. Give it to me, do to me want you want. Breed me my lord, breed me!'

Those words sent him over the edge, the tension in his groin exploding forth as his manhood erupted deep in the bowels of the Beauty. He was unable to suppress the yell that came with the rush of pleasure and release ripping out of his throat. Only by stuffing his fist into his mouth was he able to stifle some of the noise. Shot after shot fired from his shaft, each one sending a spasm through him. It was amazing, beyond words to describe. Still the Beauty rocked himself back and forth, his insides milking and squeezing every bit of seed from his twitching organ. It was the last sight the Earl saw, of the Beauty framed by the moonlight and still riding his spasming manhood, before sheer exhaustion caused him to black out and slip into unconsciousness...

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An unknowable amount of time later the Earl stirred back to wakefulness. Weakly he pushed himself upright in bed, everything a blur as he tried to shake of the fog of tiredness clouding his thoughts. He had been lying half naked in bed, his night shirt pushed up and his pyjama bottoms down at his ankles, exposing his private region. Of his manhood it felt sore and used and utterly exhausted as well. At the foot of his bed the sheets were all in a jumble, as though they had been flung aside without care or thought.

It took the Earl a few moments before his memory of what had transpired earlier that evening to come back in a rush; the mysterious stranger crouched on the window sill; his seduction of the Earl in his own bed and the rampant bout of lustful breeding that had followed. Of the Beauty there was no sign of him; he had vanished, gone like the wind. Even the bed window was closed and locked up, latched from the inside as if it had never been open. Had he been here at all the Earl wondered. It seemed hard, nay impossible to believe that the most handsome of men had climbed through his window and proceeded to make passionate love to his body. Had it all just been a flight of fancy, a sweet dream born from his secret desire and hidden thoughts. Yet how could he laying there then with nightclothes open, the bed sheets off to one side and his manhood all tired and sticky as thought it had been used.

Such questions briefly arose in his mind but he had no strength left at the moment to consider them, let alone look for the answers. With what little energy he could muster he rearranged his bed clothes and then pulled the sheets back over his tired body, already falling back to sleep as he curled up on his side. Downwards he fell into a slumber full of intense dreams, vivid recollections of passion and lust mingling with his imagination as he dreamt of wild and primal bouts of breeding with an ethereal beauty with intense eyes...

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Earlier that night...

In a secluded grove deep within the Scourged Woods a trio of ghoulish figures danced and chanted around a cauldron bubbling and hissing upon a crackling fire. Dressed in hooded robes of the deepest black with collections of fetishes, pouches and other things hanging from their garments, these haggard women of menacing visage were the dread witches of that twisted forest. Their names were spoken only in hushed whispers and none wished to attract their attention. Although everyone knew that the witches lurked within the woods no one, not even the Earl and his household troops, dared to take action against them. Vivid stories of the witches' bitter curses and the miserable fates that befell those that crossed the hags sent a chill through even the most courageous of souls.

Although the clearing was located far into the woods the black smoke rising from their cauldron could be seen for miles on that luminous night by the peasants living in nearby farmsteads and villages. The common folk crossed themselves in fear and cowered inside their hovels, praying the witches didn't darken their doorsteps. Although they didn't know it they had little to fear that night for the witches were engaged in a most delicate and absorbing rite that brooked no distractions.

Breaking away from the ritual dance the Elder Witch stepped close to the cauldron and took a great sniff of the brew seething within. She let out a cackle of pure delight 'Sisters, sisters! It is done! The elixir is ready!'

Their own cackles joining hers the other witches swooped in close to the cauldron, peering at the broth in eager anticipation. The greenish liquid within the bronze vessel glowed with its own unearthly light, making their wicked features even most ghastly in its radiance. Sniffing and giggling to themselves, excitement quickly seized the witches as the Elder brought forth a massive ladle as big as her arm and started to stir the elixir carefully and with precise movements.

'Bring forth the ingredients!' she commanded, her attention fully upon the task at hand. Her fellow witches rushed to obey and soon they had gathered together a collection of pooches, vials and a variety of miscellaneous items. At the direction of the Elder they applied each ingredient to the brew within the cauldron, taking care lest a foolish last minute mistake cost them this great work that had taken so long to bring to fruition.

'...Blood of men most pure....seed of men most handsome...black raven feather for hair of night...dust of marble for skin most white....wings of moon moth for the touch of silk...' the Elder recited each ingredient under her breath as they were added, keeping a careful track of each one and consulting with the secret knowledge held in her mind. At last there was only one last ingredient left to go into the elixir and it was brought from where it had been kept safely up to now outside of the clearing.

In the arms of the witch that returned to the clearing was a lamb, one as white as snow and so young it had no even seen a full passing of the moon. The lamb lay listlessly in the old crone's grasp, for it had been cursed into a state of passive wakefulness that left it awake and yet with no will to do anything. In slow measured steps the witch approached the cauldron, a low chant in the Old Tongue rising from her lips. Reaching the vessel she drew a sharp, curved knife from her belt and, in one swift motion, plunged it into the chest of the lamb. After several grisly seconds she plucked something small from within the wound and held it over the cauldron, the eerily glow casting her wizened form into sharp relief. 'Heart and life of a creature most innocent...' the Elder intoned as her sister cast the tiny organ into the broth. The addition of the last ingredient set off a reaction within the thick green mix, causing it to start to bubble and spit with increasing vivacity.

Pulling back from the seething elixir the witches resumed their dance but now it was far more measured, focused and precise. Each step and action was part of a complex formula they were enacting, designed to channel the unseen fundamental forces of existence into a very specific purpose. The wind started to pick up, rising until it was a powerful gale that swept through the clearing and sent the robes of the hags billowing and flapping about. Caught within the grip of these winds a bank of thick clouds came in from the east, a rolling wave of grey that cast a veil over the sky and smothered the light of the moon and the stars. The world beneath was plunged into a near pitch darkness; only the ghastly light emanating from the cauldron illuminated the centre of the clearing and the witches engaged in their ritual dance. From within the clouds came a low ominous rumble. As the minutes crawled by the clouds darkened and the rumbles increased in frequency and loudness. Within the clearing the witches danced faster and faster, their chanting became progressively louder and in turn the forces coalescing grew heavy and thick with tension, straining to be released. Utter chaos reigned as the winds howled; the sky shook with barely contained rage and the very laws of nature were twisted to a dark purpose.

Sensing the moment was right the Elder Witch shrieked out in the Old Tongue and let loose the energies they had gathered. In a single instance there was a blinding flash, a boom of deafening sound and a shock wave that knocked the witches from their feet and to the ground. Then there was but silence, an absence as complete as the madness had been the moment before.

Slowly the witches got back to their feet, letting their reeling senses settle before they approached the cauldron. The billows of white smoke that had risen from where the bolt of lightning had struck the elixir were slowly fading away as they gathered around. The fire that had been heating the cauldron had also gone out; indeed all the warmth in the area had vanished, consumed by ritual in the moment of its climax. It was growing lighter by the second as the clouds overhead above broke apart, for without the ritual there was nothing to hold them together any more. The moon's light returned although it seemed more subdued this time, as though it too had been affected by the rite that had taken place.

Sounds of sloshing could be heard coming from the cauldron as something stirred within and then started to rise up out of the elixir. From the vessel's depths emerged a man, a creature of such perfect beauty that the other witches couldn't help their involuntarily gasps of surprise. The Elder Witch though was rubbing her hands together in glee, a look of triumph upon her face. All the effort and struggle their coven had gone through had finally yielded their reward, for what had arose from the elixir they had so carefully crafted was not a true man but a homunculus, an artificial human created through magic and ritual alchemy.

The newborn creature stood there in the cauldron, eyes blank as it just stared into nothingness. Perfectly pale skin was illuminated by the glow of the remnants of the potion that came up to the lower part of his hips, tiny droplets still clinging to his flesh and hair here and there. Everything about him was perfect, from the definition of his muscles; the structure of his features; the magnificent size of his massive soft manhood; right down to tiniest detail. They could not have hoped to have crafted a more ideal specimen of a man.

The Elder spoke a secret word of power and the homunculus turned his face towards her. Smiling, the Elder clapped her hands 'Climb out of your birthplace my pretty one and come and stand before us.'

Slowly and carefully the homunculus did that, his movements mechanical as he climbed out of the cauldron and came to stand before the witches, eyes still fixated upon the Elder. The witches poked and examined their creation carefully, moving his limbs to test his joints; scrutinising his body all over for blemishes and carrying out all manner of tests. All the while the homunculus stood still, not a flicker of emotion on his face as he stood, staring off into nothing.

At last satisfied, the Elder cackled again. 'Yes, he is just right. Let us prepare him'. With that she spoke a long incantation in the Old Tongue, calling upon primal forces of old to imbue this body with awareness and thought. A series of shudders passed through the homunculus as the incantation took hold and he closed his eyes as the incantation reached its end. After a moment he opened his eyes once more and this time there was a clear consciousness in his glaze. A reverent expression came to his face as he spoke to the Elder, his voice rich and measured 'What is your command mistress?' he asked.

'You will go forth and find the local lord of his land, the Earl of Brightmarsh. His appearance and the location of his estate is among the knowledge we have given to you'.

As she spoke one of witches bought forth a loincloth and a pair of sandals and tied the material around the homunculus ' lower regions before placing the sandals upon his feet. Meanwhile the other witch presented a small piece of cloth, a silk handkerchief, to him.

'This has the Earl's with his scent upon it; use it to help you find him' The Elder told him, barely able to contain her sense of exultation. 'Now, go forth! Find the Earl this night, seduce him and bring us his seed!'

'I shall obey' he replied. Without another word the homunculus was off, walking at a quick pace across the clearing and disappearing into the undergrowth of the forest, heading in the direction of the Earl's manor with a singular intent in mind. As their creation left to fulfil his purpose the witches resumed their wild dance in the clearing around their now cold cauldron, their voices raised in fits of mad laughter and joyous cackling...

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Have a horny Halloween!