“We have to take the wet clothes off so you can get warm,” was written on the paper. The slight shiver in my body must have been apparent to him. What he said made sense but I didn’t really want to do it.
“Can’t we build a fire?” I asked, looking around for a fireplace. There wasn’t one and I wondered if he ever felt cold with such thick fur. Instead of writing anything in response to my question, he just began to slide his claws under the bottom edge of my shirt. I felt them gently scratch across my tummy before warm palms pressed against my skin and began sliding up.
I sucked in a breath of shock as I felt his rough, calloused hands climb up my body. My eyes widened and I looked up at him in shock as he pushed my shirt up my ribcage. I was so taken back by the situation that I lifted my arms without complaint so that he could move the shirt higher up. His hands were so large. The fingers wrapped easily around each one of my arms, circling them as he moved the shirt all the way up.
There was a moment when the shirt hit my wrists that I grew concerned he’d suddenly stop, trap my hands, and bind my wrists like they’d been earlier tonight. A cold dread hit my stomach. He didn’t though, didn’t hesitate at all, just slid the shirt free from my body and draped it over the table’s chair.
My arms wrapped around my body. The air wasn’t cold but my body still was. I needed warmth. Clawed fingers slid back onto my skin, talons slipped into the top of my shorts, meeting at the middle. He tugged on the material in the center and I gasped as I lurched forward a step. His head tipped to the side, his glowing eyes on my face as his fingers slipped the button loose and tugged the zipper down.
My face must have relayed my quasi panic because he tapped the notebook on the table where he’d written that my clothes needed to come off. I swallowed and nodded. I didn’t feel like I could talk right now. This situation was odd. My body shouldn’t have been reacting like it was, as if this were something sexual when it wasn’t at all. He was just curious to touch me and trying to help.
With my shorts open, he dipped his fingers between the fabric and my skin. I stilled as I realized he’d slipped his hands into my panties too and was now slowly dragging them down my thighs. He went to his knees before me, his eyes burning at the area between my legs as he helped me step out of my wet clothes.
Mothman stood up and draped my clothes on the table. Which left me only in a bra, shivering in front of a seven-foot Mothman with his western garb and overwhelming presence. His glowing eyes burned into my chest as he began to reach for the bra but I shook my head.
“It’s dry,” I rasped out, twisting my hands in front of my hips. “Do you have clothes or a blanket or…” Or something? I felt so exposed, the air of his cabin touching nearly every bared inch of me.
He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the couch. I sat down, at least happy my ass wasn’t on full display.
Mothman draped a blanket over my shoulders, making sure it covered me as much as possible. He straightened and mimed sipping from a cup. He also gathered all his fingers to a point and patted it above where a mouth could be.
“Oh!” I said, understanding. He was asking if I needed something to drink or eat. Honestly, that just made me think about how long I might be here. I wanted to get back to my car. I wanted to call the police and see Caspian. I wanted to call my mom and go home, stay tucked in with my family for months before leaving the house again.
My eyes felt wet as I started to think about what I’d been through. What Caspian’s band had been through. Mothman dropped to the ground on his knees in a rush. He brought his hand up and caught a tear on my cheek, brushing it away. Then he got up and retrieved his notebook, writing something on it.
I tried to hold off the tears but they slowly rolled down my cheek. Sobs wanted to break loose but I couldn’t do that now. First I wanted to get home, then I could burst open and deal with all of this.
Mothman handed me the notebook.
“Don’t cry. I can make you feel better. Is that okay?” A monster was offering to make me feel better. It caused a laugh to burst from my mouth at the absurdity of it.
“Okay, I guess that’s fine,” I said, smiling at him. With that, he abruptly snatched the notebook from my hands and tossed it behind his shoulder. My eyes bulged at the brusqueness. He pressed his hands into my knees and slowly spread me open. My heart thumped wildly in my chest.
“I’m not sure about this anymore,” I said in a rush of panic. His head shot up to me and then he shuffled to his notebook. He flipped it open, thumbing through pages, then he turned it towards me, showing me a drawing.
It was a moth sitting on a flower. Its long, tongue-like proboscis was nestled in the flower, drinking in the nectar. My mouth hung open in awe as I traced the edge of the paper. It was an amazing drawing.
“You drew this?” I asked and he nodded then pointed at the flower then towards my legs. My eyes widened in understanding. He thought I looked like a flower. He dropped the notebook and gently encouraged my legs to open again. I guess I could let him look for a moment. I could understand his intense curiosity.
I stilled in shock as something long and thin began to slide from his mouth in the recesses of his hat. It was pink and fleshy and so very, very long. My mouth dropped open as I watched it grow closer to me. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, my mind started to scream at me to run.What was that?!
It slid between my legs. My eyes dipped to the drawing on the floor and I sucked in a breath in shock.
“It’s not really a flower!” I gasped. At the same time, his proboscis tongue latched on. It was warm, wet, and circled perfectly around my clit. Then it vibrated and sucked, tugging on the bundle of nerves.
An orgasm immediately barrelled into my chest, seemingly cleaving my soul from my body. I screamed from the intensity of it, the sound still raspy from overuse. My back arched and I lost my vision as I thrashed roughly with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I writhed, tears popped from my eyes, my insides violently clenched. The pleasure was almost too intense but his tongue kept sucking more pleasure from my body despite that. I suddenly gushed between my legs, warm liquid spilling out and a deep rolling pleasure accompanied the action.
A guttural groan rolled from my lips. I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but now I was laying out on the couch, stretched out over its length. Mothman had moved over top of me, looking down at me from above. One knee was pressed between my thighs and his tongue-thing was long enough to stay attached to my clit as he hovered over me.
A wicked, demonic mouth smiled from the shadows of his hat. Wide, white teeth stretched across the entire length of his face. It was terrifying and yet my body kept seizing rhythmically in pleasure. I whimpered and clawed at the couch underneath me, I couldn’t seem to find the urge to run from the terrifying creature. My instincts were weighed down by the satisfying pleasure blanketing my body.
“It feels so good,” someone mumbled pathetically and I realized it had to have been me. The suctioning ended and all the tension left, leaving me feeling boneless.Holy. Fuck. My body gave a tremor in the aftershock of the orgasm. My insides felt tired from how hard they’d clenched.
A thick thwack bashed into the front door. Splinters of wood sprayed into the house as the head of an axe appeared. The axe sucked back out of the hole and then a human Caspian kicked in the door, his angry eyes settling on Mothman and me.
Horror splashed across Caspian’s face. Then a deadly calm settled over him, chilling me to the bone. His body rippled back into monster form as his empty eyes settled on Mothman.
