Cursed by RedLegoDragon

Cursed by RedLegoDragon

Dive into a thrilling and provocative tale with our "Cursed Adult Sex Story." Explore themes of desire, danger, and the supernatural as characters navigate their passions amidst a backdrop of curses and enchantments. Uncover secrets that tempt fate and challenge the boundaries of love and lust. Perfect for those seeking an unconventional and captivating read.<br/>

(Or How Erith Lost Her Virginity To The Last Man on Earth)

[Content Warning: Someone suffers a penile injury in the second scene. He gets better, though!]

[Author’s Notes: Most of my stories are long; like novel-length long. This is more novella-length, but that still might be too long for a lot of Literotica readers, so let me give you the heads-up for what this story is all about so you can decide whether it’s worth your time and investment:

This a ‘first time’ story (obviously). This is also a hate-fuck story, which might not be your kind of thing. The sex is deliberately stupid and ignores basic biology on purpose. Also, as this story involves characters in the last year of UK sixth form, I would like to put aside any concerns and stress that everyone having sex, or being mentioned as having sex, is eighteen years old, if not older.]

On the eastern coastline of the United Kingdom – that ancient isle off the coast of Europe infested by the false sense of superiority that has plagued it for centuries – can be found the most sordid of lands, where a sense of superiority is entirely justified: for no one fucks like a native of Eroshire. The men are unusually gifted in girth, length, hardness, stamina, and excessive volume of fluids that their partners (be they male, female, or other) enjoy to swallow by the pint (and pints there are plenty!) The women, meanwhile, lust in extreme: never satisfied with just one orgasm – no! They need more, and more, and will fuck throughout the night (or day), pushing their partner(s) to the limits in their need to experience pleasure unbound.

Sex is plentiful in Eroshire, and not confined to the traditional structure of relationships either: seeking to expand their horizons, polyamory and voyeurism is rife within the county, for with partners so eager to explore other sensations cheating is inevitable, and most seek to incorporate it into their lives rather than reject it as an emotional betrayal, as more ‘normal’ people outside the county might think.

Wives fuck best friends, fathers fuck daughters, brothers fuck sisters, teachers fuck students, bosses fuck their employees, nurses fuck patients, and the police will quite happily let you go with a stern warning for a good fuck in the backseat of their car. Sex is everywhere in Eroshire: it’s soaked into the very soil, and the very primordial elements of the world itself reciprocate in kind.

However, like elsewhere, there are always a few unlucky individuals who fall through this web of sordid delights. Whether by unfortunate happenstance or more serious physical injury there are some who do not indulge themselves with sex, for sex is not a part of their lives.

One such collection of individuals is the Eroshire branch of the wider UK-based society the Incel Alliance Network (or IAN, for short). A collection of individuals who, for various reasons, haven’t got laid, and are, in their own unique ways, more than a little annoyed about it, to say the least.

Every Tuesday the Eroshire branch of IAN meets in the Loaded Die, a board-game and table-top gaming themed pub in the town of Bear Bak; a chunky bit of urban development nestled within the tendrils of the much larger bit of urban jungle that is the coastal city of Coytoss, to the point where it was difficult for even residents of Bear Bak to know where their town ended and Coytoss, in all its sordid glory, began. The Loaded Die was contested by residents of Coytoss, and those of Bear Bak: each team wanting the pub to belong to their city/town.

The pub itself didn’t care, so long as people bought drinks, played games, and weren’t assholes.

Due to past behaviour the members of IAN were on the pub owner’s watchlist, and one of the barmaids was giving the five of them the stink eye as she served the other patrons. An expression that didn’t suit as round and cute a face as the one she had, framed by blonde hair cut into a wavy bob.

The look was returned by Nathan Cade as he sipped on his coke. Being eighteen he wasn’t yet old enough to order from the bar, for the Loaded Die had a strict ‘twenty plus’ policy on who they served drinks to. He wondered what the pretty brunette would be doing tonight: probably fucking some huge dick stud that she would then complain about to her friends the next day.

Like every woman in this fucking county, he mused.

“Don’t look at her,” Barry Manners said, nursing a pint of lager between his massive hands. “Kacey has the ear of the landlord. You don’t want us getting banned from another pub.”

Less of a man and more a gorilla in human form, Barry was the leader of this branch of IAN; having been the leader long before Nathan joined the group. The young man was unsure whether Barry, who looked to be well into his forties, was truly a virgin or not, as the other members of the table definitely were, and he was far too afraid of the older man’s obvious strength to ask.

It was difficult to believe that Barry, who was all muscle and hair and definitely the type for a lot of girls in the county, couldn’t get laid, but Nathan wasn’t going to enquire, and talking to the others it seemed no else had either. Everyone accepted that Barry was the leader of the IAN Eroshites, and that was that.

Now the others were more believably devoid of a little action in their lives…

“Especially as this one’s quite nice,” David Kope said. Like Barry, David was on the larger side, but while Barry was mostly muscle, David was mostly fat. Ordinarily that would have been no issue to a number of women, but David also had a pathological fear of water, and almost a decade of not showering had led to a certain aroma that served as forewarning of David’s approach. Nathan had seen the poor man clear out an entire cinema once, which only served to make the film experience more enjoyable.

Once a peg had been applied to his nose…

“Comfy, like,” Kenny Hill said. The scrawny boy was leaning so far back into his chair he was in danger of sliding underneath the table. While a little on the thin side, Kenny wasn’t not attractive, but his enjoyment of covertly taking up-skirt shots of every woman he found wearing a skirt definitely was. Unfortunately, as Nathan had discovered recently, the creep shots were surprisingly the most innocent hobby Kenny had…

The last member of the table was Garth Kent, who was even larger than David, and was cursed with the need to sweat profusely even when it was snowing. In the mild temperature of the Loaded Die the poor guy was practically dripping, and Nathan wondered if he should attempt to ask the very attractive barmaid if she had a towel they could borrow. As always Garth just nodded, preferring not to say anything but sit still and nurse his drink.

“All right, all right,” Nathan muttered, tearing his eyes away from the hot barmaid to regard the others; a rather serious downgrade, if he might be honest. But these four losers were the only people he regarded as friends these days. Them and the members of the chess club at school, but it was getting harder to talk to those guys when half of them had girlfriends and the other half had fucked members of the coding club on the side. As someone who was painfully virginal, it annoyed Nathan no end when people started talking of all the sex they were getting. “So what’s going on with the London branch?”

Barry shrugged. “No idea. Frank wasn’t being frank with me last we chatted. I know they’re plotting, but they’re keeping us out of it. After everything I’ve done for them…”

“Ungrateful cunts,” David muttered. “After all we’ve done for them indeed!”

“What have we done for them?” Kenny said. Somehow, without moving, he was slouched even further in his chair. Nathan wondered if he was actually going to disappear beneath the table in a moment.

“Furthered the cause!” Barry said. “They don’t understand how important we are! We’re deep in enemy territory! This is the heartland of the Alpha male and all the shit his kind has made for normal guys like us! Taking our women and brainwashing them! Making them want cocks of unfair sizes!”

(Not for the first time Nathan wondered if the gargantuan Barry had a very small dick…)

“Yeah!” Kenny said. His chin was almost level with the table now. How was he slouching even further without Nathan seeing him move? “Fucking unfair it is! How the fuck is someone supposed to take nine or ten inches anyway? That’s physically impossible, that is! Unfair that a guy like me should have to suffer when five inches is perfectly viable for anyone’s cunt!”

Nathan held back a smug smile. It wouldn’t do to annoy the only people (except one) that Nathan could call friends. Especially not before his plan bore fruit. After that? These guys could rot here bitching about all the tail they weren’t getting.

“We’re fucking indispensable, we are!” Barry continued to complain about the London branch. “I mean everything we see here is key for the great battle! Our fight against the degradation of family values and the nuclear unit! Of traditional masculinity and the proper role of women in the household! Of restoring a sense of dignity and proper to Britain!”

“Yeah!” David said, getting visibly hyped, as he usually did whenever Barry spoke. “Taking notes on how women prioritise genetic superiority despite all their weak insistence that they value ‘kindness’ and ‘good, wholesome values’!”

“Exactly that!”

“Bitches!” Kenny said. His head was almost level with the table.

“Whores,” Nathan muttered, mainly not to be so obviously disinterested in what his friends were talking about. As Barry continued to bitch about the London branch not involving him in their plans, Nathan tried not to smile as he listened to their complaining about the women of Eroshire throwing in their lot with all the big dick Alpha studs that infested this county like a plague.

While the other four were apparently happy to remain virgins to fuel their hate, Nathan had plans to get him out of this embarrassing situation. It had cost him a lot, but if it paid off… well… it would be worth it…