Mary walked through the fields outside Nazareth, her bare feet sinking into the soft earth. The sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the rolling hills. At eighteen, she was a vision of beauty, with long dark hair cascading down her back, olive skin glistening in the fading light, and a curvaceous figure that strained against her simple tunic. Her full breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples faintly visible, and her hips swayed with each step. She tended her family’s flock of sheep, a solitary task she cherished for its peace.
Among the grazing sheep, one lamb stood apart. Larger than its kin, its wool shimmered with a golden sheen, and its piercing blue eyes locked onto Mary with an unsettling intensity. She felt a shiver, a mix of curiosity and unease, as she approached. “Hello, little one,” she whispered, extending a trembling hand. The lamb remained still, its gaze unwavering, glowing faintly in the twilight.
As she knelt to stroke its head, the lamb suddenly reared up, planting its front hooves on her shoulders. Mary gasped, stumbling backward onto the grass, the lamb’s weight pinning her down. Her breath caught as she glimpsed between its legs: a massive cock, erect and throbbing, at least a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The shaft was veined, the bulbous head glistening with precum, a sight both terrifying and mesmerizing.
The lamb pressed its cock against her lips, the musky scent filling her senses. Mary hesitated, heart pounding, but a strange heat bloomed in her core. She parted her lips, letting the tip slide into her mouth. The taste was salty, earthy, and overwhelming, stretching her jaw wide. She sucked tentatively, tongue swirling around the head, feeling it pulse. The lamb bleated, a sound laced with pleasure, and thrust deeper, filling her throat. Mary gagged, saliva dripping, but gripped the shaft with both hands, stroking as she sucked, drawn into its rhythm.
After minutes of relentless thrusting, the lamb withdrew, its cock slick with her spit. It moved down her body, hooves nudging her tunic up to reveal her bare flesh. She wore no undergarments, her smooth cunt exposed, glistening with arousal. The lamb positioned itself between her thighs, its cock poised at her entrance. Mary met its glowing eyes, seeing desire and something darker. She nodded, legs spreading wider, offering herself.
With a powerful thrust, the lamb penetrated her, its huge cock tearing through her virginity. Mary cried out, pain searing as her cunt stretched, but beneath it surged a raw, primal pleasure. The lamb drove deeper, wool rubbing her skin, hot breath on her neck. She felt every inch, the thick shaft splitting her open, veins pulsing against her walls. Pain melted into ecstasy, and she wrapped her arms around its neck, pulling it closer.
The lamb fucked her with brutal force, thrusts relentless, shaking her body. Her breasts bounced, nipples scraping the wool, hard and aching. She moaned, voice echoing across the fields, her cunt clenching around the cock. Reaching down, she rubbed her clit, fingers slick with her juices, intensifying the waves crashing through her. The lamb’s pace quickened, cock swelling inside, hitting her cervix with each plunge.
Her first orgasm erupted, cunt spasming, juices flooding around the shaft. She screamed, body arching, mind lost in bliss. But the lamb persisted, fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure. Another climax followed, then another, each more intense, her cries blending with the lamb’s bleats. Hours passed, a blur of sensation, her body rocked by relentless thrusts.
Finally, the lamb buried itself deep, cock pulsing as a torrent of cum flooded her womb. Mary gasped, feeling the hot, thick fluid fill her, spurt after spurt, overflowing to drip down her thighs. The volume was inhuman, swelling her belly slightly. The lamb collapsed atop her, cock softening inside, pinning her to the earth. She lay panting, slick with sweat and cum, a strange satisfaction settling over her.
When it withdrew, her cunt gaped, cum pouring out in thick streams. The lamb nuzzled her, then vanished into the dusk. Mary lingered, staring at the stars, replaying the brutal, exquisite union. She knew it was wrong, yet she craved more.
The Endless Nights
Each evening, Mary returned to the field, drawn by an insatiable need. The lamb awaited her, its cock already hard, eyes glowing with hunger. Their encounters grew fiercer, more depraved. One night, it took her from behind, hooves digging into the soil as it slammed into her cunt. The angle drove its cock deeper, stretching her walls, the head battering her cervix. Mary pushed back, moaning, her breasts swaying, nipples brushing the grass.
The lamb bit her neck, teeth grazing without breaking skin, a possessive mark. She felt its shaft swell, then explode, cum flooding her again. She came with it, cunt milking every drop, body trembling. Another night, she rode it, straddling its woolly body, impaling herself on its cock. Her thighs gripped its sides, breasts bouncing as she moved, hands braced on its chest. The lamb thrust upward, meeting her rhythm, filling her completely.
She learned to take it in her ass, the initial burn giving way to a dark pleasure. Kneeling, she offered herself, and the lamb mounted her, cock pressing against her tight hole. It forced its way in, stretching her sphincter, the friction intense. Mary screamed, fingering her cunt as it fucked her ass, the dual sensations driving her to a shattering orgasm. Cum filled her, leaking out as it withdrew, leaving her sore yet sated.
Oral pleasures deepened their bond. Mary deep-throated its cock, nose buried in wool, throat stretched as it thrust. The lamb licked her cunt in return, rough tongue delving deep, lapping her clit until she shuddered in release. They entwined in sixty-nine, her mouth on its cock, its tongue in her cunt, a symphony of moans and bleats.
Every encounter ended with the lamb’s cum flooding her, whether in her cunt, ass, or throat. She swallowed eagerly, drank from her overflowing holes, addicted to its taste. Her body adapted, craving the brutal stretch, the overwhelming fullness. She lost herself in the nights, time blurring into a cycle of sex and exhaustion.
The Unnatural Seed
Weeks passed, and Mary’s body changed. Her breasts swelled, nipples darkening, leaking milk when squeezed. Her belly grew, a warm fluttering within. She knew she was pregnant, but this was no human child. The growth was rapid, her abdomen bulging within months, skin taut over writhing forms. She felt multiple beings, kicking and twisting, an unnatural brood.
She hid her condition, retreating to a secluded hut, loose tunics masking her shame. The lamb continued to visit, its sex gentler now, sensing her state. It fucked her on her side, cock sliding into her swollen cunt, thrusts measured but deep. Mary came softly, cum pooling beneath her, her belly swaying with each movement.
The pregnancy consumed her, dreams haunted by visions of monstrous offspring. Her cunt ached, stretched by the growing hybrids, yet she longed for the lamb’s touch. She masturbated often, fingers plunging into her slick hole, imagining its cock, her orgasms laced with dread.
The Horrific Birth
Labor struck in the dead of night, pain ripping through her. Mary stumbled to a cave, collapsing as contractions tore her apart. She pushed, screaming, sweat beading on her skin. The first hybrid emerged, slimy and grotesque: a human infant’s body with woolly hair, hooves for feet, and tiny horns. Its blue eyes mirrored the lamb’s, and it bleated, crawling to her breast.
Three more followed, each a twisted blend of lamb and human, their cocks disproportionately large even as newborns. Mary sobbed, horror mingling with maternal instinct. They latched onto her nipples, sucking greedily, teeth grazing her flesh. Her milk flowed, nourishing the abominations she had birthed.
The Dark Descent
The hybrids grew swiftly, their bodies maturing within weeks. They stood on hooves, woolly skin glistening, cocks erect and massive like their father’s. Mary cared for them, hiding in the cave, but their gazes shifted, hunger turning sexual. One night, the eldest approached, its cock throbbing, and mounted her sleeping form.
Mary awoke to penetration, its shaft stretching her cunt beyond limits. She cried out, struggling, but it pinned her, fucking her with brutal force. Another silenced her screams, cock forcing into her mouth, gagging her. The others joined, taking her ass, her hands, using her body relentlessly. Cum filled her every hole, her orgasms involuntary, pleasure warring with terror.
Days blurred into a nightmare, the hybrids raping her ceaselessly, their appetites insatiable. She became their slave, body bruised but unbroken, mind fracturing under the onslaught. Yet, a twisted part of her reveled in it, loving the degradation, the fullness of their cocks.
The Final Horror
Villagers found the cave, drawn by strange noises. They saw the hybrids fucking Mary, her body slick with cum, and recoiled in disgust. Torches lit, pitchforks raised, they stormed in, slaughtering the creatures. Mary lay amidst the chaos, spent, as flames consumed the hybrids’ bodies.
They dragged her out, calling her cursed, a whore of demons. Bound to a stake, wood piled at her feet, she faced the fire. As it roared to life, she glimpsed the lamb on a distant hill, eyes glowing, watching. It turned away, leaving her to her fate.
Flames licked her skin, and Mary smiled, unrepentant. She had loved the lamb, embraced its brutality, and borne its spawn. Death was her release, her story a whispered horror in Nazareth’s shadows.
One hybrid, unnoticed, slipped into the night, surviving to carry its father’s legacy, a seed of darkness waiting to bloom.