very
dangerous
monster.
His claws tilt my head upward as the velvet blind slides away. In his burning gaze, I find truth in everything I’ve said. Whatever he’d put to my mouth is now out of sight, though I wish it back.
"You may protect the Nexus, but you aremine," I snarl.
I’m the monster who enslaved the beast under her bed.
With that, a bevy of tentacles split my pussy, delving deep inside. I choke on my own breath, tears burning at the edges of my eyes. Still, it does not wipe away the smile on my face.
They thrust and braid inside me with punishing force, striking a spot deep in me that leaves me oxygen deprived once more.
I’m not sure if I’ve angered him, or if he is trying to claim me in the way I already possess him.
I may be tied, on my knees, penetrated and at his mercy, but I’m the one in charge here. He is mine and whoever this Nexus is can go fuck themselves. I’m selfish, mean, and will claw and fight to keep what’s mine at any cost.
Shadow’s claws split the skin across my other breast, along my nipple, pain exploding in my head, adding to the cacophony of fireworks of sensation in me. Then his tongue is there—lapping, licking, sucking, healing.
A tentacle strike at my clit breaks my body into shuddering release again. When my mouth opens to let out a keening scream, another tentacle shoves its way into my open orifice, muffling the sound, filling me in another way.
With repeated strikes, he leaves me there on his rotating, braiding and unbraiding appendages, dragging and twisting every ounce of orgasm from me. Drool slips out the side of my mouth as I lose the ability to do anything but feel and submit to the onslaught.
I don’t know how long I’m there before I find myself on the bed. My hair and body are soaked in sweat. I’m covered in blood but only the faintest of scratches are left behind. It’s as if I’m floating on another plane of existence.
He’s there, standing by the bed, chest heaving as if he’d run for miles. His eyes press into me with such scrutiny it’s as if I’m a puzzle he is trying to figure out.
"You should leave." My voice cracks over my dry, worn throat. "Before I destroy you too."
Heart of the Monster
Afamiliar scratching at my door has me up before I even think about it. The black cat streaks in from the cold the second I open the door an inch.
"Hey there, cat," I murmur, shutting the door. As the cat shakes off the snow covering its body, I head over to the cabinet. I’m back to having to pick if I’m going to eat or if the cat gets my meal when it comes scratching. But there are two cans tonight. One for cat, one for me.
It’s been five days since I warned Shadow that I would destroy him, but instead of recoiling like he should have, he murmured against my lips, "Then we shall be destroyed together."
His darkness wrapped around us like a cloak, a shield, a promise. His fangs cut my lips and the metallic taste of my blood mingled with his complicated, yet elegant tongue. I bit his until a slippery, coppery substance joined mine. It tasted darker, smokier. He bleeds too. I love and hate that I know that now.
It was a vow, a sentence, a salvation. If one of us burns, we burn together. We sealed it with blood and sex.
Though my monster did not find release, even though I begged him to use my body, he put his entire focus on wringingme out of orgasm after orgasm. Taunting me with the promise that he’d turn me into a monster like him.
A shiver races down my spine at the memory. If I could live inside any moment, it would be that one. A mixture of heaven and hell. It’s more than I deserve.
But he still holds me at bay. He insists I am to cling to my humanity. I don’t want it anymore. I don’t need it. Making him see that feels impossible.
A little paw bats at my ankle and I look down into the calm yet expectant golden eyes of my unexpected ally. I can’t help the smile that springs to my lips or the warmth that spreads through my chest.
"Have I thanked you yet for saving my life?" I say to my little furry friend. Not surprisingly, the cat gave me a wide berth after battling the red crab monster from under my bed. I actually never expected the feline to return. Warmth resonates from the center of my chest. Affection.
I don’t feel it often, and it’s almost too much. My body feels full and uncomfortable.
My wrist never quits torquing on the can opener as I know my thank you will be better received in consumable fishy form.
I set down the can and the cat immediately starts chowing down with loud, wide smacks of its chops. The desire to sit down and pet my hero is strong, but I don’t like to be bothered while I’m eating.
