Page 8 of Monsters After Dark

He dug his sharp teeth into the tender flesh below my ear, gently enough that they didn’t pierce the skin, but firmly enough that my nipples pebbled in response.

“Relax,” he breathed against my ear, his devious lips brushing over my skin. “Open yourself to me, Emma. It will only hurt for a moment, and then… Then I will make you forget all your fears.”

The demon shifted above me, sliding his warm hand down my stomach to my pussy. I gasped when he brushed his fingers over my tight clit, then grunted as he trapped it between two knuckles and squeezed in rapid pulses.

“Oh—fuck!” I arched against him without thought, the unrelenting pleasure of his stimulation drowning out my fear of his size. I clawed at his hard abs, any will or ability to stop his penetration lost to the unrelenting desire for another orgasm.

Kurt took advantage of my distraction. Without ever pausing his ministrations on my delicate nub, he pressed his cock to my weeping opening once more—and pushed through.

Sharp pain seared through my taut sheath as he forced my pussy horrifically wide, and I screamed and tried to push him off—but it was too late. His fingers on my clit had me on a knife’s edge, and when that thick, brutal head wrenched me open and seated itself inside of me, my entire body seized, and I came so hard black dots danced behind my clenched eyelids.

It hurt—he was too thick, and my spasming muscles clamped vise-like on the wicked ridges along the rim of his cockhead, forcing them deeper into my trembling flesh.

At least they weren’t sharp. Some faraway part of my mind capable of more than just screaming was grateful for that. I’d been terrified he’d tear me bloody on those brutal-looking barbs, but where I’d expected bone, they were made from firm cartilage covered in that same silky-soft skin as the rest of his cock.

It took me several long moments to come down from my climax, and then several more to sense anything but white static and that unrelenting fullness just inside my opening. Slowly, so slowly, I became aware of the pressure of the male above me. The warmth of his skin. His bulky muscles wrapped around me. The rasp of his breath in my ear as he panted against me. Fighting to stay in control, I dimly realized.

The realization that he was holding back struck me like a kick in the gut. This monster—this demon—was reining in his own desires in order to let my body adapt to his presence inside of me. He could have shoved in to the hilt as soon as my opening yielded to his mass, and I would have had no choice but to take it. But he hadn’t.

Without meaning to, I opened my eyes to look at him.

Black horns glinted in the dim light as he rested his forehead on the mattress next to me. His face, though hardly human, displayed with all possible clarity how much it cost him to hold back. It was twisted in a pained grimace, as if every cell in his preternatural body screamed for him to ravage and take. His wide, scaled body trembled, every muscle bulging with strain.

Perhaps it was the haze of orgasm still clouding my mind, but only gratitude filled my chest as I reached out a shaky hand to brush it against his cheek.

The demon’s eyes flicked up to mine, and that look stole my breath. I’d known lust before, but nothing I’d experienced in my human existence could compare to what I saw in his gaze.

Agony and shock danced in those dark depths, but overriding both was a need so primal it shook me to my core. There was nothing human about this male’s desire—yet it made me want to drown in it.

“What are you doing to me, witch?” he snarled, anger in his gravelly voice.

My only response was to twist my neck and place a kiss on his soft lips.

Kurt startled at the brush of my mouth, as if the sensation was entirely alien to him. It only lasted a second. Then he parted his lips and deepened our kiss, making me moan as his taste and ferocity overwhelmed my senses.

Before I could regain my bearings, and without breaking away, Kurt grabbed me by the shoulders, held me in place, and forced his cock all the way in.

“Mmmhhph!”I bit his lips as I tried to scream against the brutal stretch and clawed at his chest in a frantic, instinctive attempt to escape. The demon didn’t let me.

He held me steady, growling deep in his throat as his blood dripped into my mouth, and the metallic taste of it rushed my tastebuds as my pussy convulsed around the ruthless cock filling me past full. But despite the expected agony of being opened so roughly, the rush of endorphins was stronger. Underneath this monster, with his gruesome cock pressed firmly against my trembling cervix, I gave in to the madness of pleasure.

“Please, take me. Please! I need you.”

Kurt pulled his head back to stare down at me, raking his burning eyes over my face. Blood dripped from his lips, completing the horror of his monstrous features. But before my hazy gaze, his horns flickered and vanished, dark scales giving way to smooth, pale skin until the only thing inhuman about the creature above me was his jaw-dropping beauty.

I was too far gone to interpret anything in his dark eyes except that same burning desire flaming through my own veins. Groaning out another half-intelligent plea, I tossed my head back into the mattress and braced for what I so desperately needed.

He didn’t let me wait long.

Kurt let out a groan, the sound almost pained—and then he pulled his hips back, and my world exploded in a flash of ecstasy.

His cock’s ridges dragged against my inner walls, and I keened when they dug deep into my G-spot, forcing my entire pelvis to clench on his hard girth.

“F-Fuck!”There was definitely pain this time, but I barely had a chance to register it before Kurt forced his cock deep once more, and my mind blanked.

There was only sensation—only the painfully tight fit of the inhuman cock in my gagging pussy still struggling to take it; only the demon’s scalding skin and strong muscles as he grabbed me by the waist and rose over me.

If I’d thought accepting him inside me was rough, it was nothing compared to taking the fury that was his fucking. He pounded into me with demonic strength, forcing obscene, wet noises from my clinging sheath. His ridges ground on my G-spot with every ruthless thrust, and soon I was struggling not to escape, but to chase yet another climax. I’d never been able to orgasm without having my clit stimulated, but those hellish ridges rode my pussy too hard, Kurt’s unrelenting pace giving me no quarter.

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