Page 52 of Monsters After Dark

His appearance was already burned into her memory, but still gave her a moment of shock. Tall horns curved away from his forehead, adding to his already impressive height. He was bulky and muscular, and his skin was the mottled color of hot coals, sooty gray and black with faintly glowing veins of red as if lava flowed in his veins.

The crimson vessels stretched over his strong thighs and snaked around the thick column of his cock. She hated that she’d noticed, but there was no avoiding the sight of it. The first night she’d seen him, she’d known exactly what he wanted. A demon wouldn’t have that for no reason.

Heat flooded her body and smoke filled her nostrils as her clothing singed away completely. Her hands flew to cover her sudden nakedness. She turned away and hesitated, again realizing there was nowhere to run.

Something wrapped around Farrah’s left ankle, then her right. She glanced down to see the ground twisting and writhing to hold her captive. She yanked at her legs until her muscles hurt, but she couldn’t break free. Struggling made her fall forward, and she landed hard on her hands and knees.

Lovely.

He was on her in the next instant, pressing his nude form against her back. He nestled his thick cock between her thighs, hot and throbbing, but didn’t enter.

She clenched her eyes shut against the sensation of him and everything it did to her body. Though she was as terrified as she always was, a part of her—a teeny, tiny sliver—responded with something other than fear.

He planted his hands on either side of her and shoved his hips forward, grinding his hard length along her folds. He slid against her again and again, rubbing the ridged texture of his cock against her pussy and igniting her sensitive clit. At first there was friction, but it didn’t last. Soon her slick arousal spread over him, and he used it to slide up and down her channel, her pussy lips spreading easily.

Farrah’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. This was better than fearing for her life, but it shocked her how easily her fear had allowed pleasure to sink in. She had to fight not to writhe against him, had to hold her breath not to moan. She liked it rough, and she’d been alone for far too long. Her body reacted based on memories and long-ignored cravings.

His cock wasn’t smooth like a man’s. It was rough. Coarse, raised bumps along his length tormented her, the sensation blurring her thoughts and rationale. His dominating and possessive nature called to something within her, a whisper of longing that welcomed his crudeness and the way he took what he wanted.

The demon curled his body over hers and dug one clawed hand into the dusty ground beside her shoulder to steady himself. Soot filled her nostrils and choked her, but the discomfort was negligible when compared to the churning sensations of wicked pleasure within her. He reached his other hand around to grasp her breast, massaging it eagerly. His claws dug at the full flesh of her breast in a way that excited her. The danger made her lightheaded, yet she felt oddly safe within the cage of his limbs.

Her eyes fluttered, the last remnants of her common sense screaming at her. What was she doing? Was she really going to give in now? The hand around her breast twisted her nipple until she gasped, and then it slid down her stomach and between her thighs. The demon spread his fingers on either side of her pussy, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.

All logic fled her. She held her breath and waited.

He pushed in, and he was so large as to make Farrah squirm and grunt. After only a few seconds, it felt like too much, the pressure and stretch an aching burn even though she was wet and ready. She whimpered and cursed, but he continued to sink in without hesitation.

After a few more agonizing minutes, he withdrew an inch—she sucked in a breath—and then he shot his hips forward, thrusting back in deeper and rougher. Her breath shook free in a sharp cry and she sank to her elbows. Something seemed to trigger in the demon and he snarled at her back. He plunged in farther, and quicker, becoming more bestial and aggressive with each thrust.

She arched her back and her torso bowed, pressing her bare breasts to the ground. Though gritty, it was cool, and the chill contrasted perfectly with the heat of the demon’s body curled over her and in her. Her breathing grew shallow. The pain had gone, now a distant soreness. Pleasure had replaced it, an alluring, demanding tide that bubbled deep within her. He felt like nothing she’d ever known or could imagine. He was harder than any man—thicker and hotter too. His cock grazed every inch of her inner walls, burnishing her with the rough mold of his shaft. She felt each of his raised ridges, and with each second, grew dizzier from the overwhelming sensation.

His hand returned to her breast just as he slammed so deep his sac collided with her sensitive mound. His previous thrusts had kissed and bruised her cervix, and this last blow was like a battering ram to her insides. Black spots danced across her already dark and blurry vision. Then he rammed in again, and the shock sent goosebumps over her entire body. Her nipples ached. Her toes curled. The beginning of tears caught on her lashes. She screamed in pain or pleasure; it was impossible to separate the two.

She didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t understand why it felt so damn good. She was being forcefully fucked—no, used—by a demon, and she couldn’t think straight.

“No more,” she pleaded.

He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and snatched a tangle of hair in the other, curving her back further, forcing her into an uncomfortable, nearly painful position. Her breath came in gasps as he held her there, thrusting harder, the power behind each stroke shaking her body and making her breasts bounce as moans staggered from her throat. He pulled on her shoulder to aid in pushing deeper into her, as if he’d impale her—as if he couldn’t get far enough inside her to fuck her properly. It hurt, but the ache thrilled her.

Pleasure built low in her belly, a confusing frenzy of sensations fed not only by his cock striking deep inside her, but by the way he tugged sharply on her hair and the danger and excitement of being ravaged by a monster. Her nerves drew taut, and she held her breath until the dam broke and she froze, unable to move while pleasure flooded her senses. Her muscles gave out, and she felt dizzy and limp as her body continued to sway and shake to his actions. Her orgasm shot through her in sporadic bursts, leaving parts of her numb and tingling and over-stimulated. For a moment her body seemed to accommodate him with ease, but as the euphoria of her climax faded, his bruising thrusts became agonizing to her lust-swollen folds.

“Too much,” she whimpered, struggling in his hold.

He growled in response, or at least she thought it was a response, until he struck deep and held himself there. Her inner walls trembled, clenching and seeking relief, and then his cock spasmed and filled her with heat. She felt each powerful twitch of his shaft as it surged, sending his seed flooding into her depths. The strange sensation sent another fluttering orgasm through her, making her writhe. This made him grasp her tighter, his claws digging into her shoulder as he held her still and emptied his cock.

His entire body vibrated as he finished and stilled, and Farrah slumped forward as he released her. She collapsed, spread out on the cool ground, exhausted and dazed. The motion pulled him free of her, and then the fullness she’d become used to vanished, replaced by the wet sensation of cum dripping down her thighs.

She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, sucking in air as if she’d been saved from drowning. It was over. She would wake now, wouldn’t she? But even then, she’d feel forever changed by the encounter. It felt like she’d surrendered something to him, something unspoken and complicated.

After wiping her face with shaking hands, she looked back across her sweat-dampened shoulder and saw him. He was sitting back on his haunches and staring at her. The darkness obscured his face so that she couldn’t see his eyes, but it still felt as if she were being scrutinized.

The tightness around her ankles slipped away, and she rolled to her side. The urge to run returned, thrumming in her veins weakly, but consistently. A strange calm descended. The atmosphere changed. The shock and trembling in her body resolved, and she managed to sit up. She scooted away from him with every intent of escaping.

Farrah.

He’d never said her name before, and hearing it now made her breath catch. He reached one hand out. The darkness flickered, and for a moment, his claws vanished to reveal a very human hand, fingertips outstretched toward her. Yet within a blink, his claws returned. He sometimes distorted this way, and she was never sure if it was her imagination or not. It was a nightmare, after all. The concept of real versus imagined was stretched thin and folded over itself.

He cocked his head, long horns catching the flickers of light beyond him in a terrifying silhouette. She shivered, and once again, everything within her vision flashed with light to paint a different scene. For a moment his horns disappeared, and a piercing blue light shone from where his eyes would be, were he not cloaked in shadows.

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