Page 36 of Monsters After Dark

Something cold and rough slips along my torso before a force greater than anything I’ve ever felt knocks me sideways, stealing my upward momentum and spinning me in a disorienting twirl. Unable to tell which way is up, blinded by my hair and hurting from the hit, I panic. I thrash and flail, terrified of meeting whatever creature swept me aside with such force.

Rows of razor-sharp teeth flash by my face, followed by a barreled body so thick it blocks my entire vision for long, horrifying moments, stealing my ability to react. Frozen as though caught in an electrical current, I spin within the tiny whirlpool created by my new tormentor, my heart pounding in my head.

Intelligent, beady black eyes turn toward me, the open mouth gaping in a frightening smile as the shark creature aims his pointed nose at me.

Insanity returns full force, an irate voice in my head screaming in fury at the injustice. Myths tell mermen as charming and suave, not scarred, lethal, and malicious. The other, less hinged part of me scolds the first, correcting the assumption.

This is no merman. This is an abomination. Half shark, half… human soul? Besides the spark of intelligence in the pitch-black eyes, no human features lurk within the monster charging me.

Yet his smile grows as he flicks his tail and picks up speed, closing the distance between us. I scream and bat at the water around me, desperate to evade the glinting white razors heading my way. At the last second, he shifts his trajectory, knocking the brunt of his massive body against my flailing one, collapsing my chest as my skull cracks against hard muscle.

My vision turns fuzzy, but my nostrils fill with decadence, the sharp, masculine pheromones cutting into my brain and arrowing to my womb before spreading to my extremities.

Before I regain my senses, I suffer another blow, except this time the creature stays pressed against me, and I’m swamped with fiery lust. The body propelling me forward offers so much bulk he expands wider than my shoulders, and his raw power feels more like a natural disaster than a singular being. His musk ruins my ability to recover as my blood boils, the ache I once knew as arousal nothing compared to the agony coursing through me. My skin sensitizes as lava heats my veins, the insistent throbbing of my core worse than the wounds on my neck.

His warmth disappears, leaving me ruined in his wake, stuck in confusion and terror.

Purple flesh, gills, and mocking eyes fill my vision before a guttural word spurs me into action.

“Swim.”

Sobbing, unable to reconcile the cruel treatment I’ve suffered, I kick and struggle to gain my bearings, but agony spears into me.

Knives form a half circle over my right shoulder, the circumference so large it trails down from my neck to follow my spine before swooping below my shoulder blade and piercing along my shoulder. I scream as a matching row of knives sink into the corresponding flesh of my front, creating a half circle across my collarbone, down to hit soft tissue at the top of my chest before digging into the front of my shoulder. Meeting one gigantic, beady black orb with my right eye, a piece of my soul dies as my reflection’s expression sinks deep into my psyche.

There’s no escaping this reality.

Tentacles wrap around my forearms and press them to my torso as more grab my ankles and force them apart.

The water around me heats and shifts with such turbulence my skin shrivels, and a scorching body presses against my back. So unlike the barrel shape of seconds ago, the tapered waist of a human male and ridged abdominals slide against my bare flesh and reignite the fire in my veins.

Thick, coarse digits join the fray, sinking into my hips and holding me exactly where the beast behind me wants me.

I struggle against the limbs holding me, screeching in agony and misery as the shark monster drags two thick, rigid cocks across the globes of my ass. His snarl vibrates the teeth he’s sunken into my shoulder, and my scream dies as my diaphragm refuses to relax.

Tentacles frame my face, holding my gaze hostage between two masculine, lust-crazed glares.

“Mine.”

Nothing but the sounds of rushing water and rumbling chests reach my ears, but the word vibrates through my skull, the voice as deep as the first, but much smoother, like the surface of a frozen lake as my new captor speaks directly into my thoughts.

Agony blasts from my folds as an enormous cock spears its way into my entrance. Hips much bigger and stronger than mine force the invasion deeper into my womanhood as the beast behind me uses his bite on my shoulder and grip on my hips as leverage. Horrible relief mingles with terrified pain as he pushes so deep my core cramps in discomfort, but brutal pressure on my clit steals my scream. Something long, thick, and unyielding curves up from my entrance and hooks over the top of my pubic bone, and my hammering heart threatens to burst as I realize it’s the second cock he brushed across my ass. It mashes my sensitive bundle of nerves so hard I feel his ruthless invasion twice, both in my abused channel and crushed clit.

Merciless fingers pluck at my nipples as unyielding tentacles hold me open for his intimate assault. The muscles pressed against my back flex, making his teeth tear the flesh of my shoulder, but an ominous growl ripples from the chest at my front and a rush of heat infects my bones.

I can’t breathe. Can’t move. Can’t escape.

Again and again the monster behind me thrusts his hips, digging his cock deeper and deeper, until grunts accompany his movements. White teeth flash as my deep violet tormentor smirks, making me realize the sound comes from not only the creature behind me, but also from my own throat.

Tension grows within my abdomen, the unwanted lust coursing through my veins morphing agony into pleasure. The world around me fades, his brutal thrusts stealing every ounce of my focus. Despite my need to escape, anticipation fills me as he works toward easing the hunger in my womb.

Like gravel tumbling over itself, his purr pierces my eardrums and vibrates into my shoulder, taking over my chest and reaching deep into the muscle pumping blood throughout my veins. Something filthy blooms within my heart, and the violation of my soul tears a cry from my lips.

His cock grows impossibly bigger, stretching so large my channel sends streaks of agony up my spine and into my brain, and as he grunts next to my ear, he seats himself as deep into me as he can. My scream hurts my vocal cords, but I don’t feel it. It’s nothing compared to the agony in my womanhood as a distinct balloon wedges itself behind my pubic bone, inflating so large it seems to meet the cock clutched around the outside of my body.

Trapped between his savage instruments, I shatter as his release fills my womb, my organs cramping and muscles locking as rainbows of color flash across my vision.

Seconds turn into eternities. Agony becomes bliss. Darkness morphs into serenity.

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