“Ava,” he growled, sounding more monster than man. I reached up and ran my fingers over the bone. The skull gave him a dark edge, something brutal and dangerous.
“Do you want this?” I asked. Brandon’s hand came up and I felt the canine-like pads touch my face, claws delicately resting on my temple.
“Do you remember in the cabin? I promised you I’d stay with you. I didn’t say that because I don’t want you and didn’t stop making out with you because I didn’t want you.”
“You were worried about Caspian,” I said. He grunted in distaste. “I’m ready to stop being worried about that asshole.”
“But he doesn’t mind us,” I said.
“Not that,” Brandon said, reaching down to knock my legs wide and settle himself between them.
“Done with the heart to heart?” Makwa asked in disapproval. Tentacles suddenly rushed between us, sliding between my breasts and trailing down my belly. Another tentacle slid around Brandon’s neck and tugged his face closer to mine. I felt his breath on my face, his skeletal snout pressing into the side of my cheek.
Makwa slid down between my legs, brushing against my clit. I gave a soft whine and Brandon growled viciously before grunting in pain. I heard a snap of bone.
“What’s going on?” I asked in concern. Makwa pressed harder against my clit, making me give a throaty noise. “Stop for one second,” I snapped. “Something is wrong.”
“Something is right. He’s a beast, Ava. You draw it out and then you put it back to rest. He needs this.”
“You ass,” Brandon growled and I heard another crack. He grunted in pain and I saw his body moving beneath the skin, breaking and remolding. He flung himself off the bed onto the floor. He crawled to go to the door on all fours as if he wanted to leave.
Makwa moved, recollecting himself in front of the door in the shape of a man. His hair was wild and floating around him. He was still only the shape of a man though. His skin was black and sludgy, a mere imitation of the real thing.
“No more running,” Makwa said. Brandon fell to the ground, growling in rage and pain as he shifted. He was fighting it, his jaw snapping, his skin looking like it might split open but not giving way.
“It hurts because you fight it,” Makwa told him.
“I don’t know how to stop fighting!” Brandon spat at Makwa. He was on his hands and knees in front of the ghoul. He leaned over, pressing his skull into the ground at Makwa’s feet. Makwa gave a pleased laugh and looked up at me smiling.
“You look good there, Brandon. But you’d look better balls deep in our girl,” Makwa said. His body expanded suddenly, tentacles flying everywhere. Tentacles wrapped around my ankles and spread me wide. They wrapped around my wrists and thrust my arms above my head, holding them down on the bed.
Brandon reached for the doorknob slowly now that Makwa wasn’t in his way, his arm shaking.
“No more running,” Makwa repeated in a demanding tone. Brandon put down his arm.
“Good boy,” Makwa teased.
“Brandon,” I said and he looked over, his blue eyes flashing in the skull. Makwa’s body sunk into mine, tentacles threading through my hair and pulling, making me hiss. Another tentacle tapped my mouth.
“Open up,” he demanded, a tentacle forcing its way between my teeth and then sinking into my mouth. He pushed in too eagerly, making me gag. He shuddered on top of me, groaning. His noises made me wet and I heard the scrape of Brandon crawling closer.
A tentacle flicked between my legs, grinding against my clit until I cried out around the tentacle. He pulled my hair harder, my head pulling back so he could work himself into my throat, making my eyes water.
“There’s those tears I love,” Makwa growled. I felt him between my legs, pushing into my pussy, filling me up. I groaned. The feeling was good, it felt right. Whenever Makwa would enter me I could feel it in my soul.
“Such a sick girl, getting off on this,” Makwa said in disapproval as he continued to fuck me.
Brandon’s hands gripped the bed beside me, tugging himself up. He was shaking, fur sprouting all over him in some half-shifted state he continued to fight.
“Let’s make it easier on him,” Makwa said, his mouth spreading in a vicious smile. A tentacle slid around my hips and another fucked inside me, sliding against the walls. Another ground against my clit roughly, making me gasp around the tentacle in my mouth.
“Ava,” Brandon groaned. “Your smell—” he cut off with a growl as his arms broke out with fur.
“Good boy,” Makwa purred, cutting off in a deep noise of pleasure as my pussy tightened around him. I moaned around his tentacle while he groaned and laughed. “Oh Ava, you really are pathetic.” He shoved himself deeper in my mouth, making me gag again as a tentacle brushed my ass, the tip playing at the puckered hole.
“I bet you just need me everywhere again, don’t you? Feeling so empty without your Makwa inside you.”
Brandon finished shifting and became a dark figure looming beside us—large and imposing, antlers jutting from its skeletal head. Makwa pressed his mouth to my cheek.
