34. A Sacrifice Fit for a Monster #2
“Why are you remaining so contained?” I dared, though my heart was pounding and my core aching. “Have you considered that perhaps… I want you, too?”
“I do not wish to hurt you… and what I will do to you, Prism, will hurt.”
“What if I want it?”
“You taunt me now, and you should not do that.”
“I’m not taunting you, Vore. I’m… I’m… choosing you.”
Vore’s grip on my body tightened. “You choose me?”
“I do.”
“Do you want me?”
“Vore.” I cupped his jaw. “I want you. I choose you. I’m yours.”
A low, guttural growl left his throat. “You’re about to be mine for eternity.
” Before I could question his declaration, he picked me up and spun me around.
My back gently hit a coarse animal pelt on the floor of the cave.
I propped up on my elbows, watching the outline of my monster through the silver moonlight that flooded the space, casting curls of shadow from the wisteria across the smooth rock.
Tendrils of blue smoke rippled over me, wrapping around my wrists, softly squeezing my neck.
Blood rushed to my head in a dizzying mix of anticipation and arousal.
“Your desire,” Vore said lowly, “tastes like honey. I would very much like to see if what lies between your thighs tastes the same.”
My breath hitched as my face and core warmed with passion. Pulling up the hem of my dress, revealing my bare thighs and bare… everywhere else, I parted my legs. “Would you like to have a lick?”
What was I saying? I’d never do such a thing, never desired such a thing, and certainly never asked for that.
Thoughts of Vore’s long, serpentine tongue had caressed my every thought since the first time I felt it.
What would it feel like? By the heavy way Vore hungrily peered at my invitation, I guessed he was eager to find out as well.
Dropping to his knees before me, his palms hit the ground on either side of my hips. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly lowered himself, allowing me to admire the shift and curve of his shoulder and back muscles.
No human man could ever compare.
Birch Viper was a common twig next to Vore—in every way possible.
“Your scent,” Vore murmured. “It beckons me. You have imprinted into my very blood, Prism.”
“Vore,” I begged, already breathless.
Fortunately, I did not need to elaborate further.
Dipping his massive head between my thighs, I beheld something both horrific and erotic.
Opening his mouth, Vore unfurled his long, forked tongue.
A gasp shocked through me as he gave me a moment to look at it.
I tilted my chin in a half nod, and Vore dropped lower.
The fork of his tongue swiped against my wet center.
We groaned in unison.
“Pure honey,” Vore confirmed. “You are indeed the sweetest substance in all the realms.” His long tongue slid down my slit, a never-ending chord of warmth and wetness. My breathing intensified as I watched him move.
My monster devouring me in his cave under the light of the moon.
He locked eyes with me again, his clawed hands wrapping around my hips as they rocked into him.
Suddenly, the fork of his tongue clamped around my clit.
I cried out at the sensation, but just as I did, the thick part of his folded tongue plunged into my entrance.
My back arched in a wave of pleasure and fullness I’d never known.
Though my body writhed, Vore only held my pelvis in place. “I have not yet had my fill,” he said, his tongue still pulsing inside of me. “And by the night’s end, you will be full of me.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Please,” I said breathlessly, already wanting more.
When his tongue finally withdrew from my aching center, he knelt between my legs and reached for the bodice of my dress.
Using his sharp claws, he ripped the fabric as if it were butter to a hot knife.
My breasts fell forward, my body naked before him.
A sacrifice fit for a monster.
“I’m losing control,” he admitted through gritted teeth. “I fear I can no longer be slow or gentle. If you want to run… it is too late for that.”
Excitement flooded through me. “I don’t want to run. I’m not running.”
Vore stood then, his form giant and foreboding.
The quick rise and fall of his chest and his clenched fists made me wonder how difficult it was to hold back from taking me as harshly as he desired.
I’d always been a gentle woman. When my sister tormented our mothers with her outbursts and tantrums as a kid, I’d be quietly holding my knees in the corner, hoping she’d stop her fits and peace would return.
While Rumor was chasing the Viper brothers with wooden swords, I was in the garden singing to seeds, like my mother taught me, to encourage them to grow.
The thought of something rough or loud had never appealed to me.
Until now.
Before me loomed a being who couldn’t be more opposite from me, as tall and mighty as the mountain we were tucked away in.
Ferocious and menacing. Scarred from battle, his claws, teeth, and blue smoke had seen to more death and bloodshed than I could fathom.
His muscles chiseled and worn from countless battles with creatures of nightmare.
Withers were the monsters in the woods that frightened every child in Willowspire into an early bedtime.
They were the unspoken threat that kept hunters to their designated hunting times and not a minute beyond.
To fall in love with a wither meant certain death and calamity… and I could think of nothing more I wanted than Vore.
In the light of the pale moon, a thick outline formed as his massive cock sprang free. My chest tightened and I gasped at the sheer size of him. “There’s no way that’s going to fit.” I spoke my thought aloud.
“Do you want to run yet? Because I can assure you, at this point, it would only fuel me further.” His tone was a dark promise.
It was then I decided… I’d had enough comfort.
I’d had enough of a soft, fearful existence.
I was ready for the pain of exploration, of adventure, of love .
Leaning back on my palms and gripping the fur of the pelt beneath me, I parted my knees, allowing Vore full sight of my nakedness.
“I told you, I’m not running. Not today, at least,” I teased.
Vore halted as he palmed his erection, dropping onto all fours to cover me with his body.
The smell of rain soaked earth and frosted pine needles enveloped my senses as my thighs quivered in anticipation.
“You will never run from me…” he said slowly as he unfurled his tongue again, its fork reaching down to begin its trail at my belly button.
It snaked up my ribs, locking my heated breaths in my throat as it reached my breast and coiled around it.
“If you do run, I will catch you. You are forever mine, and I will always find you. In this life and the next, I will find you.”
My head fell back as his tongue wrapped around my breast, squeezing until the fork reached my nipple and rolled it between its indents. A moan fled my lips. “I… really… like… your… tongue…” I panted. It was as amazing as I’d imagined it would be. My fear only lay in how I’d take his massive cock.
“My tongue really likes you,” he replied. “The tase of you still slick on my lips, the flavor of your desire dancing about my tastebuds, your naked flesh in my grip.” Vore let out a low, guttural growl. “I’m going to claim you now.”
Before I could ask more about what that meant, the tip of his cock nudged my entrance. Even the slight intrusion burned with the smallest stretch.
This was it.
I was going to die from monster penis.
At least I’d die happy.
“Take a breath in,” Vore instructed through barely contained lust. His arms shook as he held himself over me, and I knew my monster was a whisper away from unleashing himself on me. Take a breath was my last warning. My last chance to prepare for what was about to happen.
I sucked in a desperate breath, already finding it hard to breathe past my desire and longing of having him on top of me.
With a possessive roar, Vore plunged into me.
My scream echoed through the cave and down the mountain trail.
“Your screams taste delicious,” he said darkly as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me.
I cried out again, feeling the full effects of the stretch, the burn of his girth, the aching sensation of experiencing him heavy and so deep inside me. The pain was burning through my body and tingling my senses.
As Vore began to thrust, pulling out with sore relief and then pummeling deep inside me again—my agony brushed against a deep, unexplored pleasure.
It hurt so badly that somehow the pain morphed into bliss.
My hips rocked as he gripped my middle, pulling my waist closer as he pushed into me, pausing only to growl or roar through his pleasurable assault.
“I claim you, Prism Malefic. I claim you. You are mine. You are my claimed.” The words held the same ancient curiosity as any of my mother, matri, or sister’s spells.
A monster’s otherworldly incantation. Something I was sure every wither had spoken over their maiden.
Those withers and their maidens now danced at the foot of the mountain, celebrating their love.
If that was being claimed, if this was forever, then so be it. I’d take it with joy.
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, Vore, I’m yours.”
“My claimed,” he growled, fucking me harder and harder. The fury of his strength and the fervor of his cock as it thrust into me again and again, sent me over a high cliff of ecstasy.
My moan reverberated in the cave as I came over and over for my monster.
Then suddenly my monster roared, and warmth exploded within me. I whimpered through the sore and wet sensations, feeling myself full of him and everything he’d given me. Vore’s breath was ragged in my hair as his claws moved the tangles from my face. “My claimed,” he said again.
“Yours,” I repeated. “All yours.”
I hissed as he slowly pulled out and helped me sit up. “Your dress is ruined. I will replace it,” he said softly. “You look beautiful covered in only me. I’d prefer you this way than wrapped in needless fabric.”
“I’m not going naked for you all the time, Vore. I’m a girl. I like pretty things.”
“Then I’ll ensure you have as many fine dresses as you like.” He smiled. “Would you like me to take you back to your cottage?”
“I’d like to stay with you… however… I need a bath first.”
“Then I’ll take you to bathe, and then we will come back here.”
Vore gently scooped me up, wrapped in the animal pelt, and we emerged from the cave.
Outside, the crickets still chirped, lightning bugs—or, fairies—still glimmered in the trees.
Fires still sparked below in the village and music played, though the crowd was thinner.
“Do other ladies go to their wither’s caves, too? ”
“If they request to do so, yes.”
“Did you know I’d come to you?”
“I could only hope.”
I leaned into Vore’s strong chest. Everything in the outside world remained the same, but everything within me had changed. Leaving the cave was a different woman than the one who’d entered.
When Vore dropped me carefully on my porch, I wrapped myself in the pelt to keep warm.
“Do not be… alarmed… when you see your body,” he warned ominously.
“What would alarm me?”
“It washes off,” he offered. “You now smell like me. You will always smell like mine, and all beings, magical or otherwise, predator or prey, will know you are claimed by me.”
His words didn’t make sense, though I would soon find out what he meant. As I went inside, I dropped the pelt and surveyed myself in the mirror. My hand shot to my lips at what I beheld.
Inky black substance stained my skin. It smeared over my stomach and up my ribs…
the inky black liquid concentrated at the apex of my thighs and dripped down my legs.
My pussy bore the stain of his release as it clung to my body.
It was horrifying to behold, and every so often I felt another gush leave me and drip out.
Pitchers of water sat by the fire of my hearth.
I wondered if Fable had left them there for me.
Embarrassment and gratitude mixed within me as I poured the jugs into my bathing basin and climbed in.
As I scrubbed my body clean, the shadow of Vore protected my cabin.
Usually I’d soak, and let my core burn at the feel of the warm water.
I probably needed a long bath and a longer sleep after what had just happened.
But all I wanted was him. To be in his arms again. So, I rushed through my bathing, slipped on a clean frock, and padded back outside to my waiting wither.
And away, back to our cave, we went.