Page 20 of Monsters After Dark

“That was an offer, not a condition. If you’re unsatisfied with me today, then I will leave and never return.”

I begin to stroke him faster, watching his reactions. Our gazes never waver, though his breathing quickens. I want to taste his power when he comes before I decide how far I am willing to go. I want to feel him surrender to me completely. Because in that moment of release, within their very essence, every truth about a creature is revealed.

It’s a testament to his determination and strength that he remains standing while I torment him. I snake my tails around his entire body, touching every inch, from the tips of his horns to the clefts in his hooves, all the while stroking and fucking. Soon he releases a grunt, then a groan that builds into a bellowing roar so potent it nearly pushes me to climax, though he has yet to touch me beyond that first brush of his finger along my cheekbone. His shaft pulses and erupts into a long, brilliant stream of semen as iridescent as the marks upon his skin. It splashes against my scales, most of it falling into the water.

The second it lands, I gasp. My vision expands exponentially, as if I’ve only been looking through a tiny keyhole all this time and the door it’s in was just blown wide. I sense worlds outside my lair that I had previously only gathered fragments of from my connection to the water that flows between them. But more than that, I see the sheer potential in what he just released, the futures that are possible if we share each other—if I give him my womb within which to grow a new universe for us to rule together.

I’m so dizzy with the possibilities, I release my hold on him entirely. I’d have fallen into the water, if not for his arms whipping back around to hold me up. I grab hold once more, coiling all my tails around his back and legs and staring at him in wonder.

“You would share all that with me?” I ask.

“Only you.”

“Then make me yours however you see fit. I just have one request.”

“Anything you wish.”

“Show me your human face. I wish to kiss you. I wish to observe a proper nymphaea mating ritual and meld by tasting each of your three essences—saliva, semen, and blood. Will you do this for me?”

“If I have your leave to change, I will become whatever you wish.”

I smile, baring my sharpened teeth. “Only your face for now, dear one. I like the rest of you as you are, but you lack lips for proper kissing.”

He rumbles a laugh as his face transforms, the bull’s snout receding until it’s a somewhat asymmetrical, yet handsome human face. His dark skin and horns remain, as do the bull’s ears and thick neck. I lift a hand and caress his jaw, still lost within that infinite gaze.

Curling my fingers around the back of his neck, I pull him in, heart pounding because kissing is not something I do. It’s far too intimate and vulnerable an act, not to mention I have sharp teeth that could damage any of the penitents who visit.

Chaos doesn’t flinch or hesitate. He captures my mouth hungrily when I press my lips to his, and drives his tongue deep into my mouth, heedless of the danger. I almost expect to taste blood before his saliva, but of course he’s much too powerful to break so easily.

I am the one who breaks when the first taste of his essence hits my tongue. Despite the fact I am only sampling the weakest trace of his power, it leaves me privy to his surface thoughts.

He is consumed by nothing but pure desire—desire for me. I push my own desires through that tenuous bond, and he responds instantly, tightening his hold around my waist as he strides through my pool to the shadows beyond, where my mossy bed is hidden. I don’t want to release him, but he takes care when he puts me down to patiently remove each and every grasping tail from his body.

“Open for me,” he says, caressing one hand up one of my frontmost tails.

My body quivers and my core throbs. This is a part of myself I never reveal to penitents… or anyone.

Swallowing harshly I separate my tails, twining them into two bundles that spread wide like legs. My core opens and my breathing quickens under his scrutiny.

He cocks his head and reaches out, mesmerized by what he sees. My flesh pulses as his hand approaches, and then he lightly flicks the swollen nub of my clit with the tip of his finger. “How many males have had the pleasure of seeing you this way?”

I want to lie, but find I can’t. “I think you know the answer already.”

“Mmm,” he says, leaning over me and fully cupping my aching pussy. He digs his palm against my clit as he drops his mouth to my ear, ignoring the writhing tendrils and snapping teeth of my hair. “It will be my honor to show you what you are made for. Because it is a crying shame that this perfect pussy hasn’t been pleasured the way it ought to have been. Your melding requires an exchange, does it not? Then let me taste your essence first.”

He falls to his knees before me, and I can’t believe my luck. Chaos is bowing to me. Not only that, but he’s pressing his lips to my cunt and burying his tongue deep inside.

I grab his horns and hold on tight, my tails losing control and whipping around him like dozens of wild vines. Some wrap around his head, holding him tight, while others slide down his torso on both sides, resuming their earlier torture. His cock is still hard and long, and cants to the side, his dark, bulbous head weeping more of that magical essence. I tease the tip of one tail through its flow, then raise it to my mouth, sucking the potent fluid off. With his tongue absorbing my own essence, a secret window flies open between our minds.

Eternity lies before me within the depths of his every thought, an eternity he wishes to share with me. He growls against my flesh, tongue lashing my clit faster and faster, his big fingers gripping the two closest tails to keep me spread wide. For the first time in my entire existence, I surrender to an urge I never thought I’d have.

I change for him.

Shifting is a skill I’ve always possessed, but have never used until now. I shrink until he towers over me, and he pulls away to watch in fascination as my many tails cling together and merge into two legs, my torso smooths into milky skin, and even the hair atop my head tames itself into red, silken strands that cascade over my shoulders and breasts.

Chaos pulls back more, studying my face, but keeping a thumb pressed to my clit to rub lightly. “You did not have to change for me. You are beautiful in your true form. A true goddess.”

“I did this for me. I want to see myself through your eyes when you dominate me. Call it a fetish, a kink—a dirty fantasy I never thought I’d see fulfilled.”

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