Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Rosalie
B efore my very eyes, like the kind of true magic you read about as a wide-eyed and gullible child, Beast transforms in a swirl of twilight shadow. Instead of a literal giant who can snatch me in one incomprehensibly big hand, he stands but a few feet taller than me. He is still terrifying and imposing as he looms over me… but hopefully he won’t squash me with his cock now!
Allowing my gaze to travel from his furry snout and maw of fangs down to broad chest, and rippled torso, I find what I’m looking for. Between his scarily muscular thighs, a midnight purple cock the length and girth of my forearm stands erect and threatening, its head gleaming with glowing precum. “Fucking hell,” I breathe, sucking in and chewing on my lower lip, my nipples peaking beneath my blouse, tingling, hard with awareness.
“I see you are truly aroused by my form,” he observes, his voice still deep and husky, but no longer booming. He reaches out and strokes my face with the back of his hand, his furred knuckles soft against my cheek.
I shiver at his touch and look up into his void-like eyes, unconsciously reaching out to lay my hands upon his chest, my fingers trailing down his dark flesh until they alight upon his rock-hard cock. My breath hitches in my throat as his strange cock twitches in my grasp. My gaze drops and I stare, entranced as both hands explore; stroking and tracing the thick, pulsing veins beneath his flesh.
“I can smell your desire, pretty prey,” he drawls, “and while I yearn to have you in all the ways conceivable, the darkest hours are waning, and I must claim you… lest I be challenged and your life endangered. Every monster within a hundred miles can smell you right now.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod mutely. It’s time. Okay. I can do this. It’s just like a really big, living sex toy—those really intimidating ones you see Online when you go looking up spicy monster cocks… “How would you like me?” I ask, looking up at him again, my gaze searching his. Their depths seemingly devoid of emotion, despite the fact he does seem to care for my wellbeing.
“I am monster, so the desire to push you to the ground on all fours and fuck you like a depraved animal is strong, but the desire to see your face as you take all of me is far greater,” he says, his dual tongues flicking over his fangs to scent the air like a snake. In the next instant he guides my hand over the gleaming head of his cock, then raises it to my lips. His glowing cum shimmers on my fingers, the opalescent beauty mesmerizing. “Suck them clean,” he commands, his grip still on my wrist. “It will help with the pain, my pretty.”
I stare at my fingers as his luminescent cum oozes. “It’s pain relief?” I ask, unable to hide the note of astonishment in my voice.
“It possesses numbing qualities. That, plus your ample wetness will make this much easier for your mortal body.”
Nodding mutely, I bring my fingers closer, and holding his gaze, I wrap my tongue around each finger, sucking them clean one after the other. His cum has a strange flavor. It’s not offensive, but it differs from what men taste like in my experience. Perhaps it’s the presence of the numbing agent? I wonder. Or maybe it’s because you’re eating monster jizz, Rosalie…
Beast growls and trails his dual tongues across my lips when I’m done, before snatching me up in his arms and lowering me to the floor of his den.
Instinctively, despite the surge of nerves and trepidation fluttering in my lower belly like a storm of butterflies, I spread my legs wide for him, then unbutton my blouse, allowing my breasts to fall free—a visual feast for my monstrous lover.
“Good girl,” he drawls as he lowers himself to his knees and positions himself between my milk-pale, dimpled thighs. “You are so beautiful.”
I feel the broad head of his cock press at my still-wet cunt and sigh in anticipation. I want him more than I should. I want him and his primal, beastly body plundering mine so desperately that it surely rates right up there as a sin. But does God even exist in a place like this? It doesn’t matter. Because today the stories of monsters under the bed and gremlins in the woods have become true and I can’t find it within me to fear stories. If there is a God and he wants to damn me for stumbling through the realms and hazarding upon a monster mate… then so be it. Zero fucks given, Mr. Sky Fairy!
Beast’s cock surges inside me, spearing my very core as his firm, dark sac slaps my ass, silencing my rebellious reverie. A deliciously deep, rumbling groan of pleasure slips over the monster’s tongues, his powerful shoulders shuddering as he savors the feeling of my tight, mortal pussy stretching to accommodate his still immense size.
Despite imbibing his unearthly, glowing cum, his sheer girth and length tear a cry from my lips, and I try to scooch backward on the ground, my back arching and my eyes closing on a hissing breath. “Oh, my God,” I gasp, opening my eyes a moment later to gaze up at the beast. “It hurts so good.”
The King of Monsters growls then, withdrawing to the tip, before plundering forward once more, stealing my breath away again. Enthralled by the way I respond, Beast fucks me slowly at first—growling and watching as he powerfully plows into me—only to pull back and repeat the whole process over again until I’m panting.
Each delicious thrust tempers me, my cunt gaping to accommodate him. “Enough!” I cry when I can no longer handle the game. “For the love of God. Please, just fuck me! Hard .” I beg, my gaze plaintive and desperate as I try to wrap my legs around him.