Page 21 of Monsters After Dark

“You get off on the idea of fucking yourself?”

“No. I get off on the idea of being a creature strong enough to overpower someone like me. Let me into your head while you fuck me. Let me feel what it’s like to be you.”

“What it is like to be me is what it is like to be all things, precious Sybil. You think this is really my true form? What I am would not fit within the confines of this quaint little cavern. If you wish a taste, I will grant it to you, but first I will have you at my mercy.”

He slides his hands up my thighs, and as he does, he changes yet again. His human-like face transforms, eyes growing, mouth widening. Hair sprouts from his chin, but it isn’t really hair at all; it’s a mass of tentacles not unlike my own natural locks, growing longer and thicker before my eyes.

Then he shoves my legs wide and descends between them again, latching that monstrously beautiful orifice over my cunt once more. A tongue longer, thicker, and more agile than the one before drives deep enough to make me gasp, while the tentacles that surround his mouth tease and invade every other sensitive part of me until I’m screaming with the pleasure.

I’ve barely come down enough to refocus on the creature he has become. He’s part bull, part nightmare, a creature of pure darkness. He coils his fleshy tendrils around me as he rises, his cock even bigger, its skin shining iridescent with escaped fluid.

I instinctively fight, but my struggles are fruitless. Through our link I grasp that this new shape is closest to his true form, and one of the reasons why he was so drawn to me to begin with.

Within the midst of that thought, I hear one clear message: “We are the same. Watch from behind my eyes if you wish, but don’t forget to enjoy what it’s like to be you, precious.”

With that, he lifts me and holds my legs wide as he drives my transformed body down onto his waiting cock. I’m helpless to do anything but let it happen, a mere toy for this monster’s pleasure. My pussy spreads as he plunges in, this tiny shape I took not nearly enough to accommodate something so large. I’m forced to adapt, to make room, because at this size, I can practically feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat, despite being penetrated from below. Every inch of my insides experiences the thick, pulsing friction of his enormous shaft as he fucks me, and every slick cell of skin and muscle and organs feels it. My entire being is one big erogenous zone, and I completely surrender, obeying his command to enjoy myself while he treats me like his own personal Fleshlight.

My surrender is the trigger he needs to fully let go. With resonant grunts and bellows, he grows ever larger, more tentacles ripping from his sides. His arms and cloven hooves remain, but the obsidian orbs of his eyes multiply until there are dozens covering his head.

His tongue lashes across my breasts and down my belly to tickle my clit. I twist and squirm to no avail as another climax barrels through me. His deep chuckle is punctuated by the slurping slap of my helpless body on his enormous cock.

Then he roars as my muscles clamp down in the midst of my undoing. His semen floods forth, my core gripping and milking him for all he’s worth. His seed fills me, overflowing in cascades that coat my legs and drip into the pool beneath us. My magic is still connected to the water, and I absorb every last ounce of power his come provides.

An infinity of magical essence floods my body, snapping me out of my haze of pleasure. It’s my turn now.

I transform once more, my legs stretching and splitting into dozens of tails again, and I grab hold of him, sinking all the way down his shaft, now that I can take him. He growls and tries to hold me fast, but not even his multi-tendril grip can resist my shifting form. With the surge of power, I grow even larger than I was before, my tails multiplying. He held my arms and legs before but can’t keep up with the multitude of thrashing appendages. I clamp my body around his, gripping his cock tight within my hot sheath and squeezing rhythmically.

He lets out an unholy groan when one tail again finds its way to his ass and plunges in. His concentration falters and he stumbles back, giving me the upper hand. He falls, splashing into my pool with me on top. I hover over him, face close to his, and find his mouth amid all those twisting, writhing tendrils and blinking eyes. Our tongues twine and dance before we clamp together in a beastly kiss.

His tentacles roam my body slower now and I begin to move, rocking atop his cock at my own sweet, slow pace. I moan when one of his tentacles breaches my rear and others tease along my spine. Half a dozen grope around my head and neck, my serpentine hair snapping at his skin.

Tapered tips find every opening in my face, filling my nostrils and ears. The magic I’ve absorbed has heightened every one of my senses, making every penetration feel like I’m being fucked, and I give in kind. Soon we are nothing but a writhing mass of tangled tails and tentacles, his cock driving deep inside me with frantic thrusts, and we surrender to a shared climax that leaves us a quivering mess.

His flood of semen seeps from me, floating to the top of the pool like an oil slick and soaking into my skin. I’ve tasted him twice so far, but there is one last meld to share before we would truly be mates in the eyes of the Haven, the place I’ve called home for millennia.

I find my breath and graze his ear with my lips. “I wish to tassste your blood now. Will you take mine asss well?”

His face has softened and shifted back to features that are somewhat human, though he still has an extra eye or three. He nuzzles my breast and nods. “Take whatever you wish from me, precious Sybil. I give myself freely.”

My mouth waters at his willingness, something that is rare among my penitents, though I find a bit of resistance from them makes things more exciting. But he is more than just a penitent; he is my mate.

I tease my forked tongue around the shell of his ear and down his thick neck, tasting, testing for a tender spot, but he turns his head and captures my mouth before I can bite. I whimper at the demand in his kiss, then feel sharp teeth digging into my lower lip. My body floods with fresh heat and desire when I catch on. His half-hard cock stiffens to steel again within my core, and I bite down on his lip in turn.

Blood floods our mouths, his and mine merging into one delicious cocktail of immense primordial power. He twists beneath me, flipping me to my back, though his tentacles keep me aloft as he drives his cock into me once more, thrusting over and over, all hard flesh and power.

We are one now in body, mind, and soul. His power is mine, and mine is his.

We remain joined for days, the earth around my grotto shaking with every climax we share. I never thought—never dared to hope—that a creature existed who could satisfy my needs so thoroughly. Chaos strips me down to my essence, forcing my surrender, then surrenders himself to my whims in return.

We are pure power in the end, and I can already feel the seed of a world taking root within me—a new universe birthed from power beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.

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