Chapter Eleven Taranis #4
Monika turns back to face me and grabs my arm. My giant blue arm hulking out of my goddamn tuxedo. Because that’s what I am now. A hulk. Just as big as the Wyvern’s stupid pink ass. With horns. And a . . . tail. The Wyvern doesn’t have one of these. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
My tail whips around Monika’s waist on instinct the moment she pushes on the bathroom door.
She squeaks. My tail wraps around her tighter.
It feels like . . . it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Only that’s not true, is it? Because I have felt this before, the strength of this appendage that’s about as thick around as Monika’s wrist at the base of my tailbone and narrows before flaring back out into a spade-shaped tip.
This is the same tail I had as a boy, only I was smaller then, a soldier of Tratharine newly formed.
It’s a solid strip of muscle, one strong enough to bend metal and break stone and definitely strong enough to keep Monika zippered to my side when she tells me to duck my head so I can fit my horns through the door of the bathroom and step out into a world of madness.
That fucking cunt Cynthia told everyone.
The entire lantern-lit world in front of us is packed with spectators who scream and laugh and cheer the moment they see me.
And all I can think in that moment of frenzy is that they’re going to trample her.
I haul Monika up my body, shocked that my tail can support her weight entirely, and then I start forward, intending to bulldoze my way through the crowd until I can reach the outside air, at which point I’ll fly to get us the fuck out of here.
Cynthia stands closest to me and screams, “I caused his reversion!”
Attention turns to her as she waves her hand in the air.
Camera lights flash, some at Cynthia now, but my attention is fully on Monika as she loops her arm around my thick neck and leans in to speak to me above the cacophony.
Her lips brush my ear. A shiver runs down my spine.
“Hang left. There’s another way out of here. ”
I move without her needing to say more, down a short path that leads to the men’s and gender-neutral restrooms. Monika doesn’t need to guide me from here, as I already see the glowing red sign for the emergency exit: Do not open. Alarms will sound. I shove the door open and run.
I’m running with Monika wrapped around my body, her arms around my shoulders, her knees straining the fabric of her dress.
I take the stairs in one leap, arriving at a second exit door.
I pull my phone out of the inner jacket pocket of my tux that now hangs all askew over my too-large frame and dial my driver.
She’s waiting for us on the corner two blocks away.
Monika’s panting as she grips my clothing with force. “You know, you can just drop me off here . . .”
“And let you ride alone with fucking Nicoleta back to your fucking place?” I could electrocute her again for as pissed as that thought makes me.
I wrench open the door to the back of the limo as it glides to a stop at the edge of the curb and all but toss Monika inside.
She lands on the long bench seat lining one side, her legs all tangled in the delicate fabric of her dress.
I try to slide on to the seat I’d occupied previously, but my horns are too tall and I no longer fit.
I land instead on my knees on the floor in front of her.
“Drive,” I bark. “Take us back to my penthouse. And roll up the divider unless you want a show.” I’d like her to keep it down, because I want Nicoleta to understand that Monika won’t be going anywhere near her without me anytime soon.
Monika won’t be going anywhere without me anytime soon. Not till I’m through with her.
I feel manic and suddenly crazed as I watch Monika watch me with wide eyes.
She drags her tongue over her bottom lip, and I want nothing more than to see that color smeared over my dick.
I reach up to tear off my bow tie, only to find that my bow tie has already exploded off my bulging fucking neck.
And then I reach for her. Monika flinches back.
“Wait, wait, wait.” She shakes her head abruptly, like she’s trying to clear her thoughts. “Shouldn’t we be headed to the COE? Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“I don’t give a fucking shit about that. About any of it.” The energy rolling through me, riling me up, needs an outlet. One outlet. “Do it,” I snap in the harshest tone I’ve ever used with her.
“Do what?”
“What we both know you’ve been dying to do since you first met me—not Taranis, but the real me.”
Her head cocks to the side, confusion warping her features as she struggles to sit up.
“Drop your top, show me your tits, lift your hips, and show me that pussy. I know you want to give it all to me.”
Her eyes round. Her lips part. Her back arches on instinct. I have half a heart to wonder if this body is even meant to breed a smaller human form, but then I remember that I don’t have a heart at all. She’s gonna take me if it breaks her. And then she’s gonna take some more. “Taranis, are you—”
I spasm and then I shock her, this time controlling it so that she just gets a little visible zap to the outside of her right knee.
She jerks, spreading her legs for me. Her eyes widen even more. She combs her hair behind her ear and whispers, “Your eyes are blue. Almost white.”
I don’t let my shock show. Don’t tell her that my eyes have never shown anything but shades of purple before and the occasional red. “Don’t give a shit about that. Do what I told you to do.”
“You’re sure?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Monika.”
She sucks in a breath, and I watch the indecision play out across her face.
I try to look stern as I wait for her to decide, but my insides rattle like loose stones and I’m holding my breath.
She takes too damn long—so damn long I start to wonder whether she even wants to fuck me anymore.
I’m not the attractive human I once was, back in that elevator when she all but melted for me, and then when I had her eating out of my palm before Cynthia interrupted us.
Goddamn Cynthia. Monika wanted me to fuck her—I know she did. But now that I’m a hideous beast, what if she doesn’t? I could hardly blame her.
Nerves clog my throat in a way I’ve never experienced before.
My gaze traces the low silk neckline of her top as it hugs those perfect tits, those curves, every one.
“Monika,” I growl, trying to keep the desperation from my tone.
I can’t. Because I remember the word she whispered to me and say it now. “Please,” I choke.
Monika sits up like I’ve shocked her—I didn’t this time—and bites her bottom lip.
Then her chest inflates on a breath that makes her whole body tremble.
She lifts her hands to her shoulders and slips the straps of her dress down until her tits fall free.
My monstrous fucking heart damn near stops beating.
Her tits are fucking glorious. Perfect and smooth, fucking deliciously dotted with fat areolas so dark they appear almost black in this low lighting.
Her nipples are at attention. Perky and made for suckling.
I want to bite one until it bleeds, which won’t be hard because I’m distantly aware that all my teeth have suddenly sharpened. My mouth is full of fangs.
Lifting her hips slightly, she hikes up her skirt and shows me what I suspected was true all along—that she went to a public party without any underwear on—and I decide that what I told Cynthia was true: I’m going to punish Monika thoroughly tonight. And it’s going to hurt.
I crawl forward, positioning myself between her knees.
I tear the rest of my jacket, vest, and shirt off until I sit back on my haunches wearing only a pair of shredded tuxedo pants.
Then I lay my clawed hands on her legs. My claws, made of white glitter, extend halfway up her thick fucking thighs.
So fucking delicious. I feel a certain calm settle over me as I lean in and smell the fresh scent of her slippery cunt.
I can see how wet she is, her arousal slicking the exposed folds of her lips.
I look up at her face.
She’s so fucking excited. It makes my slowly stiffening erection rock hard. My cock strains against the tattered remains of my pants, so I free it and let my huge, pulsing fucking monster dick stand upright between us.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“You scared? Because you should be, baby girl. This is your fucking fault. You understand that? You did this to me. And you’re going to pay for it. You’re going to do whatever you have to to make it up to me.”
“Ssi-bal.” Her whole body trembles.
“Tell me you understand,” I say as I drop my blue lips to the inside of her right thigh and press a gentle kiss to the softest skin I’ve felt in this life, and in my life that came before.
I remember all of it now, and I hate that I can understand the Wyvern a little bit better.
Because that life feels as distant as the Tratharine planet, and so minuscule compared to this moment, right here, right now.
“I understand.”
“Tell me that you’ll do whatever I want you to.”
“Anything,” she says on a gasp.
“Tell me that you’ll let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“And when you scream, you’re not gonna call me by the little bitch name that I’ve been for the COE.
You’re gonna call me by the name the first humans who ever saw me gave me.
” My host family. They hated me. And I hated them right back.
“Darius.” All I can think, looking up into her bright face, filled with crazed excitement and a dash of fear, is that I’m pissed the fuck off, this is her fucking fault, and I want to spread her out, ripe and ready for punishment, and do terrible, terrible things.
“I’ll give you a safe word, but you’re not gonna tap out. No matter how far I take it.”
She nods, and then she whispers two words that forever seal her fate: “Yes, Darius . . .”
I dive in and feast.