Page 19 of Monsters After Dark

“That doesn’t mean I’ll sssurrender easssily.”

“Who says this has to be a fight? We are equals, no? If you surrender to me, I will feed you so much power you can break free of this realm and go where you wish.”

I snort. “You think I haven’t been offered the sssame before? I have no wish to leave. I already have more power here than I need.”

“Try me,” he says, finally appearing in the opening of the corridor. Despite the narrow space available, he doesn’t stoop; rather, the passage seems to swell to accommodate his immense size. It’s as if the laws of physics are malleable within his aura.

Why I expected a man to appear, I don’t know, but that is not what finally steps into my grotto.

He is an enormous half-bull, half-man with skin as black as night. His cloven hooves split the stone with every step, his horns nearly scraping the ceiling. Only one horn has a point, the other a jagged, broken tip. His muscles ripple, veins popping and writhing beneath his skin like snakes.

But his eyes are what give away his nature. The second he fixes them on me, I am unable to look away. All the secrets in the universe roil within those eternal depths, depths that are completely open to me despite his ability to keep me out. The power there is infinitely greater than that which was offered by the last pathetic creature who claimed they could set me free.

What Chaos offers is the key to existence itself.

His snout twitches, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth. “You see what we can create if we work together? Will you birth a universe with me, my sweet Diviner?”

The sensation that overtakes me then is entirely foreign, but not unpleasant. I won’t deny I derive some pleasure from the fun I have with the penitents who visit me, but this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to be violated. What he suggests is something I never considered: becoming the vessel for another creature’s seed.

But what he offers in exchange is more than I could have ever imagined.

That’s when I truly take him in, from the tip of his mismatched horns all the way down to his polished black hooves. Whorls of iridescent tattoos undulate up and down his arms, and over his chest. He has rings through both nipples that gleam in the now-returned sunlight, reflecting off the gems that line my walls. It’s a wild kaleidoscope of color and light in here now, completely betraying my interest in his offer.

But I find I don’t care when my eyes land on his cock, an appendage that may just be my utter destruction. The veins beneath its taut, black skin slither and twitch, and every tendril atop my head twists in interest.

He holds my gaze as he strides forward. Upon his first step into my pool, he sinks to his ankle, then his knee as he moves deeper, but the water never clears mid-thigh as he approaches, and his stiff cock and balls remain dry. The sheer scale of him dwarfs me by a full head—me, a creature twice the size of the largest satyr, and greater in proportion than any of my own half-siblings, the creatures who rule the higher races.

I’m used to being the biggest creature in the room, but when he closes in, the air leaves my lungs as I stare up at him, enthralled though hating myself just a little for how overcome I am by his presence.

His scent is wild, untamed, and he exudes his desire for creation from every pore.

“How can thisss work?” I ask. “You are Chaosss.”

“I am the seed of all that is,” he murmurs, lifting a hand to touch my cheek. “And you are the perfect vessel to receive me. Open for me, my flower.”

The snakes streaming from my scalp snap at his fingers. He lifts one hand and holds it out, letting their tiny tongues taste his skin. His flavor seeps into me, lulling them as several coil around the end of his index finger.

I’m both hungry and frightened—hungry to absorb whatever power I could wrench from his body, if I could convince him to surrender to me, and frightened that I might be the one surrendering to him. If anyone could make me do it, he could. But I don’t want to give in so easily.

I push two tails through the water between us, snaking them along the floor of the pool to ensnare his ankles. He glances down just as I begin sliding the tips up his thick legs. I take advantage of the brief distraction to whip four more tails around his wrists and upper arms. I pull, but he resists, as solid as the cave walls surrounding us.

But since he doesn’t actually object, I keep going, forcing his arms behind him while I continue teasing my way up his legs. He may be hewn from solid muscle, but the softness of his balls are a vulnerability he didn’t bother concealing.

“You did come to me in your true form. For that, I suppose I should give you credit.” I wind one tendril around his heavy sac and the other around the base of his shaft. He merely watches me. I finally get a rise out of him when I venture between his ass cheeks with another tail-tip and tickle his anus. He bares his teeth and huffs a gout of steam from both big nostrils. His cock flexes in my grasp.

“Is this what you need? To see me undone? If it will make you trust me, then do your worst. You are the only creature in the universe who I would take as my mate. Only you can defy Fate so thoroughly. Join me, Sybil. Be my bride.”

A surprised breath escapes me at the name he just gave me. I have only ever been one thing for my entire life: the Diviner.

Using my many tails, I lift myself to eye-level, hovering close with my hands on his shoulders. “Sssybil? Is that what I look like to you?”

He regards me with amusement. He knows he has me, but I also have him. He can’t move his arms, and I’m keeping his cock in a punishing grip, barely teasing the tip while I slowly work one tail deeper into his ass.

He lets out a groan when I find the bundle of nerves inside him. So he isn’t so different from other males, after all.

“You can be anything you wish at my side, my love. If you wish to be Sybil, I will make that happen.”

“But only if I agree to let you breed me.”

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