Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
We’re in a dark, cavernous space, a narrow opening carved into the side of the mountain that flares out dramatically into a cathedral-like chamber.
The faint glow emanating from the veins in the creature’s body and the embers swirling in the smoky cloud that follow it allow me to see my surroundings.
Stalactites hang from a high, uneven stone ceiling, dripping water that echoes into the stillness. At the back of the cave, a deeper tunnel winds into blackness. A crude nest of gathered materials—twigs, twisted branches, dried grasses—is laid over with a pile of furs on one curving wall.
Scattered around the uneven floor are small bones and scraps of fur and feathers, the remains of past meals.
With me still clasped against its body, the creature strides over to the pile of furs and kneels. It pushes me down to the ground and holds me there with one massive hand flattened over my chest when I try to scramble away to safety. Though where I might find it, I have no idea.
Terrified, I stare up into its diabolical face, shocked to discover its eyes—though surrounded by skin of ebony—are a familiar color.
The palest, arctic-ice blue.
Then I glance lower, and a scream gets caught in my throat.
Between the creature’s muscular legs juts an enormous erection, bobbing excitedly. Its thick penis is ridged all the way up the shaft, topped with a swollen red crown that glistens with clear fluid at the slit.
A wisp of smoke rises from the fluid.
Adrenaline floods my veins, providing me a momentary burst of strength. I twist my body from under the creature’s hold, scramble to my feet, and bolt toward the cave entrance.
I haven’t gone ten steps when I’m caught and pulled backward.
Kicking and screaming, I struggle, but the thing is too strong. It manhandles me back onto the furs, smoke madly swirling around our bodies, then forces me to my back and lies on top of me.
Capturing my wrists, it pins my arms above my head and growls.
It’s hot, heavy, and immovable, a mountain of a thing refusing to release me.
Into its inhuman face, I scream in frustration.
Expecting another animalistic growl, I’m surprised to hear something akin to a chuckle emanate from the creature’s chest. It’s a subsonic rumble, felt more than heard, a deep vibration that gives the impression of warmth and pleasure.
It’s like a cat’s purr, only monstrous.
“What do you want from me?” I holler, all my muscles straining against this enforced captivity.
As an answer, it flexes its hips so I can feel that enormous erection prodding my thigh.
This monster is about to make a meal out of me.
I shriek in panic as its claws rip through my shirt, shredding the fabric easily. Next are my jeans and panties, which are torn off my legs with ruthless efficiency and flung aside. My shoes must have been dropped in flight because my feet are bare.
I expect to feel the thrust of its powerful hips, driving that huge monster cock inside me, but instead, it pries my thighs apart, fixes its hot mouth on my pussy, and fucks me with its tongue.
It’s almost as long and thick as a penis, muscular and textured with hundreds of small, knob-like bumps. When I cry out, the monster makes that strange vibrating rumble again. It raises goose bumps over my naked flesh and tightens my nipples.
Delirious, I cry out again, hearing my voice echo far above against the cave ceiling.
My terror is blunted by the feel of that hot wet tongue between my legs, delving deep into me then lapping at my sensitive clit like a cat with a bowl of milk.
When I moan, the creature hooks my knees over its shoulders and takes my breasts in its huge hands, roughly squeezing them, pinching and pulling at my nipples until they’re aching and swollen.
My hips take over. They start to flex and wriggle, chasing the pleasure building inside my core.
When I reach down and grasp the monster’s horns, using them to grind my pussy against its face, it makes the subsonic chuckle again. Its tongue slides from my pussy to my ass, penetrating the knot of muscle with a thrust that makes me squeal.
Sweat mists my skin. My pulse is a heavy, primal drumbeat. Writhing against the furs, with a huge winged monster’s tongue up my ass and my own helpless cries echoing in my ears, I feel untethered from reality, a mindless thing made only for pleasure.
My climax is abrupt and violent. Liquid gushes out of me, soaking the monster’s face and the furs beneath my bottom.
It laps up my juices with a wet sucking noise and low crackling sounds of approval, the points of its claws digging into my breasts.
I’m suddenly desperate to have that huge, thick cock inside me, stretching me with its inhuman girth.
“Ronan,” I gasp. “Please.”
He flips me onto my belly and drags me up onto my hands and knees. He begins to slap my ass, amusing himself with my high pleading cries and sounds of distress.
In my feverish brain, “it” has changed to “him,” but maybe that’s only a protective measure, my mind’s way of making the impossible bearable.
Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.
He continues to strike my bottom until the skin is hot and throbbing.
The pleasure is intense, washing over me in waves.
He stops occasionally to fondle my dripping pussy, careful not to scratch my tender flesh with his claws, using the rough pads of his fingers to rub and stroke my tingling clit until I’m panting and arching my back, wantonly spreading my knees wider to entice him to enter me.
The next time I beg, he nudges the blunt head of his huge cock at my entrance.
“Yes! Please, yes!”
The plea slips from my lips, but the woman who made it doesn’t sound like me. She isn’t me. She’s the delusional me begging for her cunt to be fucked by a creature made of fire and smoke, ash and embers, muscle and sinew and a vast, powerful set of wings.
“Mea stella obscura,” my creature growls, then pushes its giant monster cock inside me.
The thread of panic that had never left flares up inside me again as my pussy struggles to accommodate him. He tilts his hips to better seat me on his cock, then grips my hips in his huge hands and works me back and forth on his stiff shaft as I gasp and moan.
The deep penetration forces wetness down my thighs.
He rides me with long strokes. Engorged with blood, my clitoris pulses.
My breasts swing as he pumps into my cunt.
Breathless, I drop to my elbows and rest my forehead against the furs, looking between my thighs to watch his heavy testicles swing with every thrust, slapping my labia and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
Fucking into me, his ridged penis is shockingly hot. His wings beat the air as he thrusts. Glowing red embers flit through the shadows, showering to the ground all around my body.
“Mea es.”
The monster fondles my ass, raking his claws over my flesh, then leans over and bites me on the neck.
When I feel the sharp points of its fangs pierce my skin, and it begins to suck, drawing my blood into its mouth, I climax, sobbing.
Then I jolt awake in my own bed at Blackthorn Manor.
My hand is between my legs.
My pussy is soaking wet.
My uterus is still contracting with an orgasm.
From somewhere far off, I hear the monster’s throaty growl. Then it fades and the only sound is my ragged breathing and the wind howling through the trees outside.