Chapter 25 A Very Dangerous Monster
A Very Dangerous Monster
I’ll make it hurt.
Inner muscles twitch and clench as I will him to touch me where I want it most.
His claw rakes across my right breast, slicing through my oversized shirt, through my swollen breast, exposing my nipple to the cold air. The razor-sharp talon evokes a dark jolt of pain that shoots straight to my core, causing it to clench with need. Blood wells up in the shallow cuts.
His breath washes over my skin as I gasp at the sensation.
A hot mouth closes around my nipple, sharp teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub.
Blood smears across my pale skin as he refuses to lick and close up the wounds he caused, focusing only on torturing the sensitive tip of my breast. He pulls and sucks at my tip that somehow begs for more even as electricity shoots through me.
The cuts sting, a sharp contrast against the spikes of pleasure he’s tonguing into my body. A muscular arm wraps around my waist, while his other hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, forcing me into further submission.
My center spasms so hard, I gasp.
"Your body is so sensitive, Evie," he whispers in open awe. His talon strokes along my skin, teasing over my panties. "You want to fall into the darkness with me? Become the monster you claim?" It’s almost a taunt.
I writhe, unable to do anything more. "Yes," I practically beg.
The blade of his talon cuts into the thin material of my panties, slicing them away. Pleasure surges through me when the pads of his fingers find my clit. With all the strength I have left, I grind myself against his hand, needing more, needing something. Something I can’t describe. Just something.
"Evie," he murmurs, his voice a low thrum that seems to pull the shadows tighter around him. "To become a monster, you must abandon the light of your preconceptions. We are not merely creatures of fang and claw; we are the embodiment of your deepest fears and darkest desires."
He removes his hand, and I’m left hanging there again. My body twitches and bucks. More, I need more.
I need pressure, friction. If he doesn’t give it back to me, I’ll die. Pathetic mewling sounds escape me.
His shape blurs, edges softening and hardening in turns as if he's both there and not, a trick of the light—or the lack thereof.
"Monsters are ruthless. We are the unchecked impulse, the whisper in the dark that urges you to leap without looking. We seduce with the promise of forbidden knowledge, of power unbound by the shackles of morality."
A tentacle snaps across my inner thigh like a heavy belt bruising flesh.
I cry out. The pain zips through me, electric pleasure.
A throbbing welt is left in its wake. It intensifies the sensation of the cuts on my breast, causing them to sting with more insistence and making sure I don’t forget about them.
Again, he strikes my sensitive skin, this time on my rear. A strange gurgle comes out of me as wetness drips from me and slides down my thighs.
"A monster does not seek to destroy for the mere sake of destruction," he continues, "but to challenge the order, to test the limits of what you believe is true. We are the chaos to order, the storm to calm." His words are as mesmerizing as what he’s doing to my body.
He’s giving me what I begged for. Pain.
But it is also giving me release, relief. On the heels of the stinging pains comes a rush of endorphins that smothers all the hate and self-loathing that was drowning my mind. I’m becoming clearer, cleaner with each strike.
The tentacles part my legs, spreading them wide where I float in midair.
The next strike hits me directly on my aching clit.
The sound that comes out of me is that of a tortured, desperate animal.
Five more direct strikes and my thighs are shaking, sweat dripping between my breasts.
He’s pushed me to a peak I didn’t know existed.
Desperate to break over the edge, more profane sounds erupt from my throat. I’m threatening him. I’m begging him.
"Shut up, you dumb slut!" comes Elijah’s voice through the walls.
Shadow turns toward the wall and unhinges his jaw, unleashing a terrifying roar in the direction of my neighbor.
When the sound dissipates, the silence is almost deafening. But Elijah does not speak again.
Shadow steps into me, resuming his unique brand of education. His face nestles into the hollow of my throat before sliding up, inhaling me deeply. "But once you cross that line, Evie, you won't come back. You'll lose yourself. And I'll lose you. Which is why I’ll never let you forgo your humanity."
His words hang in the air. But I’m not afraid.
It’s all I want.
He’s all I want.
"Make. Me. A. Monster." Each word I get out is a labored growl. He says I am one, but not entirely. Not yet. I want to be baptized in his depravity.
His eyes flash red.
A hot velvety tendril splits me, ramming up into me as another strikes my clit with violent force. My vision turns black, and I gasp for air I can’t find. Cresting the edge, I dissolve into gasps and shivers as I come so hard, my teeth rattle.
Shadow releases me and I slump over my knees. I’m a shivering heap. The tentacle around my neck disappears to be replaced by his hand. He grips me hard but not painfully, pulling me up to my knees.
"Close your eyes, Evie."
I try to shake my head, but it won’t budge. "No," I whisper.
His mouth peels back in a sneer. "Close. Your. Eyes. Evangeline."
I obey his command.
His voice is somehow right next to my ear, though I know he hasn’t moved. "Open your mouth." A tremor runs through his words. It’s faint but there. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s afraid.
I’m not.
"Anything you want," I say boldly, before licking my lips and then deliberately parting them.
I can’t see him, but I sense him shudder.
Hard flesh touches my mouth. Before I can open my eyes, a velvet tendril wraps around my eyes, a blindfold to keep me from sneaking a peek.
Another slides over my hip, wrapping around my arms then settling down around my wrists so they are tied behind my back.
I lick and suck at what I’m certain is his cock, discovering the size and shape. It is similar to a human’s but so much larger, with more contour and veins. It has a rougher texture, and it’s cool to the touch.
A growl rumbles from him as his claws tunnel into my hair, holding my head fast but not so tight that I’m not in control.
He does not force me to take him full into my mouth or down my throat.
He’s offered himself up for consideration.
I continue to give him experimental licks, trying to remember what he tastes like.
Sharp. Salty. Smoky. But it’s hard to focus because my knees have slid further apart, opening me up further.
My ache, my need builds again. I want him.
"Please," I beg, still blind and bound. "I want you inside me."
He retreats and I pitch forward after him. The tendrils tighten around my wrists, holding me back. I whimper.
"I cannot," he says, anger vibrating in his voice.
The monster is afraid.
Afraid of me.
Something shifts inside me. Some dark and unholy, and… and I like it.
"You are smiling," he says.
"I am what you say," I whisper. Still prickling hot with need and aching in my deepest parts, I speak with more confidence than I’ve ever felt.
"I am the storm to your calm. I am the challenge to your limits. I’m testing what you believe to be true.
I am your deepest fear. Your deepest desire.
" As I say these words, I become more positive about this than anything else in my life.
And this realization makes me a
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 are mine," 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."