Shadow steps into me, resuming his unique brand of education. His face nestles into the hollow of my throat before sliding up, inhaling me deeply. "But once you cross that line, Evie, you won't come back. You'll lose yourself. And I'll lose you. Which is why I’ll never let you forgo your humanity."
His words hang in the air. But I’m not afraid.
It’s all I want.
He’s all I want.
"Make. Me. A. Monster." Each word I get out is a labored growl. He says I am one, but not entirely. Not yet. I want to be baptized in his depravity.
His eyes flash red.
A hot velvety tendril splits me, ramming up into me as another strikes my clit with violent force. My vision turns black, and I gasp for air I can’t find. Cresting the edge, I dissolve into gasps and shivers as I come so hard, my teeth rattle.
Shadow releases me and I slump over my knees. I’m a shivering heap. The tentacle around my neck disappears to be replaced by his hand. He grips me hard but not painfully, pulling me up to my knees.
"Close your eyes, Evie."
I try to shake my head, but it won’t budge. "No," I whisper.
His mouth peels back in a sneer. "Close. Your. Eyes. Evangeline."
I obey his command.
His voice is somehow right next to my ear, though I know he hasn’t moved. "Open your mouth." A tremor runs through his words. It’s faint but there. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s afraid.
I’m not.
"Anything you want," I say boldly, before licking my lips and then deliberately parting them.
I can’t see him, but I sense him shudder.
Hard flesh touches my mouth. Before I can open my eyes, a velvet tendril wraps around my eyes, a blindfold to keep me from sneaking a peek.
Another slides over my hip, wrapping around my arms then settling down around my wrists so they are tied behind my back.
I lick and suck at what I’m certain is his cock, discovering the size and shape. It is similar to a human’s but so much larger,with more contour and veins. It has a rougher texture, and it’s cool to the touch.
A growl rumbles from him as his claws tunnel into my hair, holding my head fast but not so tight that I’m not in control.
He does not force me to take him full into my mouth or down my throat. He’s offered himself up for consideration. I continue to give him experimental licks, trying to remember what he tastes like. Sharp. Salty. Smoky. But it’s hard to focus because my knees have slid further apart, opening me up further. My ache, my need builds again. I want him.
"Please," I beg, still blind and bound. "I want you inside me."
He retreats and I pitch forward after him. The tendrils tighten around my wrists, holding me back. I whimper.
"I cannot," he says, anger vibrating in his voice.
The monster is afraid.
Afraid of me.
Something shifts inside me. Some dark and unholy, and… and I like it.
"You are smiling," he says.
"I am what you say," I whisper. Still prickling hot with need and aching in my deepest parts, I speak with more confidence than I’ve ever felt. "I am the storm to your calm. I am the challenge to your limits. I’m testing what you believe to be true. I am your deepest fear. Your deepest desire." As I say these words, I become more positive about this than anything else in my life.
And this realization makes me a
