Shrexy Onion-Breath

Not a Creature Was Stirring, But the Bed Would Sure Bounce

It was Christmas night. I was upset because my dear Santa Claus didn't bring me the one thing I wished for, losing my VIRGINITY. And not just to anyone - to my big, jolly ol', green daddy. I decided to call it a night, slipping on my delicious green panties, my sky blue pajama pants with Shrek faces on them, and my SHREK-tastic extra-Shreksta t-shirt. For now, that was enough; if the real Shrek wouldn't be coming soon, I could still sleep with mini Shreks, smiling their wide grins, all along my viginia. My penis grew stiff as I said my goodnight prayers to my Lord and Savior. Then, I heard His voice - the voice I've been waiting to hear for years - soft and quiet, yet booming and loud, "So, my child, I've noticed that you've been saying your prayers daily. And nightly."

I jumped with a start at the sudden voice and searched around frantically for a source, then, I saw it - a massive looming shape in the darkness at the foot of my Shrek enshrined bed. The shape was tall, and stout, yet muscular at the same time.

"Shrek," I said breathily, my voice quivering. "Is...is that really you?" Has He finally come for me? Or better yet...CUM for me?

I sat up so quickly that I left my stomach on my mattress. I pulled the covers up to my chin, but that resulted in exposing my feet. The giant silhouette padded over to the foot of my bed and knelt down. I felt something warm and wet sucking on my toes. I shivered with pleasure.

"Child," He says, a warm, delighted smile coming to His warm, delightful face. "Strip for me." I knew this night would come. I thought that I would be afraid when it did, but instead, I am eager. Only if you do, too, I want to tell him. But what if He thinks I'm weird. I couldn't live with myself if my Lord and Savior thought badly of me. So instead, I do as He says. I slowly get out of the covers, and begin to slip off my pants. "Don't keep me waiting," He purrs.

I felt my face redden as I slip off my final garment. Despite being so big, He moved with the agility of a panther stalking its prey. I felt a cool hand touch my feverish skin. Now, my face was burning. But I let the hand do it's work. I felt a large pair of lips on my neck and they began making their way down my chest. They made it down.... There... And I couldn't fight a moan from escaping deep from throat. "This is my swamp."