Page 53 of Monsters After Dark

He crawled toward her, and she watched, entranced. His appearance changed within blinks, back and forth like a strobe light between demon and something else. Something more human. Something vaguely familiar.

When he reached her, however, he was fully a demon again, and a deep growl shook from him. Her surroundings changed again as well, no longer a shadowed version of her hotel room, but the hellish landscape she’d seen before. She still rested against a surface, but it was now a bright mirror. She looked down and saw her own frightened expression staring back. Then she saw him looming over her. The mirror gave light to him, and now his eyes were visible—hard and glossy black. He gripped her left foot and yanked, sliding her back to him, so that she was between his squatting thighs.

Her gaze snared on the thick swell of his cock. She could see it fully now, and her first thought was to marvel at how he’d ever managed to shove it all inside her. Seeing it made her ache. Her pussy clenched at the memory of what they’d just done. It glistened with their mingled fluids, the very sight making her stomach quiver. She felt empty now, and hated how much she wanted to not be empty.

Looking up, she knew he’d caught her staring. A smile curved on his lips before he chuckled, baring gleaming, sharp teeth. The sight and sound unsettled her, and she yanked at her foot in his grasp.

Stay.

The command came with a jolt of force that momentarily locked her muscles in place. That he could affect her that way scared her, but she didn’t resist. She watched him as he rose, one hand on his cock. Eyes locked on her, he stroked its massive length, growing harder. One glance up at his face and she knew what he wanted. Whether it was a hidden mental command or her own depraved desires, she wasn’t certain, but she rose to her knees.

She swallowed as she got a closer look at him, her hand lifting to touch him of its own accord. His shaft was wide and eager, the skin stretched over the straining muscle beneath. She gripped him with a surge of daring. The ridges along his cock throbbed and hardened against her palm. She dragged a fingertip over one and it reacted, transforming from a rigid bump to a nearly sharp barb. They’d felt amazing inside her, and she blushed as she admitted it to herself.

Then Farrah brought her second hand to him. If she wrapped them both around his shaft, her fingertips touched and overlapped to the first section of each joint. He was huge, and holding him like this made her body stir. She became warm, yet uneasy about how she could practically feel her body gushing with slick arousal. That part of her anticipated more. The desire to escape lingered, but it was not nearly so strong.

Sliding her grip up, she brushed the flared collar of his cock’s head. It pulsed and swelled with desire. The demon snarled, and the sound was clearly one of satisfaction, not displeasure. Moisture wept from the dark slit centered on his tip. She couldn’t resist. She bent forward and probed the slit with her tongue, collecting the fluid there.

He was bitter and spicy, and somehow exactly how she’d imagined a demon might taste. It was strangely intoxicating in a way that made no sense, but Farrah didn’t bother overthinking it. Instead she licked around the head of his cock, tasting the remnants of their sex. It was dirty and depraved, and it made her hunger for more.

The pull of her hair gave her pause as the demon reached into the dark curls and held them the way men liked to hold women during oral sex. The sort of grip that was half “let me hold your hair for you,” and half “I’m going to hold your head while I fuck your mouth.” In this case, however, the insistent scrape of his claws against her scalp let her know that if she wasn’t careful, he’d likely fuck her throat with the same fervor he’d used to bruise her insides.

The imagined threat sent a renewed flow of excitement through her, threaded with fear. He likely saw her as holes to be used. It wouldn’t be farfetched to assume he wouldn’t let her go until she was sore everywhere. That realization didn’t worry her, but it should have.

An impatient tug made her redirect her focus. She stroked up and down along his shaft, fascinated by the way it responded, its texture changing as his arousal grew. Pressure on her scalp forced his cockhead between her lips, and she sucked and licked to keep up with the slowly increasing tempo of his rocking hips. She barely had room to swallow, and soon her saliva dripped down his length, aiding her deliberate tugs on his cock.

He forced himself deeper and deeper, until Farrah planted one hand firmly on his length to keep him at bay. His frustration broke through with a growl that vibrated through his entire body and sent a chill down her spine. She closed her eyes as he plunged his cock deeper, breaking her grip on his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and flinch. He dug his claws into her scalp, scratching and twitching. He ignored her struggling and drove in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat and gaining no depth, but leaving her unable to breathe or even think. Tears burned in her eyes from the discomfort and the desperation to suck in air. She no longer gagged, but choked and suffocated. She dug her own nails into his thighs, but his skin was like leather. She couldn’t scratch him. He gave no indication of acknowledging her struggle, except that she suspected it made his cock even harder and more unrelenting.

Her pulse thudded in her ears, deafening. The world swam out of focus, and she closed her eyes.

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Farrah cameto and coughed as the demon slid his dick free of her throat. It took her a moment to stop coughing, and then to realize that she’d lost consciousness. It was probably only for a few seconds, but long enough to douse her hot arousal in the chill of reality.

She clutched her throat and stared up at him. Darkness swathed his face, but she sensed smugness and pride pouring from him. She looked away and pinched her arms. It never worked to wake her, but she still tried. She wouldn’t survive this much longer. She trembled from head to toe, lightheaded and exhausted. She needed to wake.

Farrah groaned as she tried to stand and crumpled back down to her knees. The demon laughed. The sound echoed in her head, taunting her.

So close. Submit.

She glared at him. “Fuck you.”

No. I’ll fuck you.

She froze at his reply, which was the closest they’d ever come to a conversation.

I’ll fuck you until you submit. And then I’ll fuck you harder. More. Forever.

Bracing herself against the threat, she forced herself to ask, “You can talk now?”

Now that I’m sated enough to think straight.

“And that means—”

Enough talk.

He stepped forward, his erection jutting out. It visibly throbbed, and she stared. The darkness flickered, and within it, the demon’s moan slithered through her. When she could see again, she didn’t understand what lay before her. His cock had doubled, not in size, but in number. Another appendage sat above the other, as if cloned.

Farrah’s jaw dropped and her heart jumped in her chest, ready to beat through her ribcage with terror. She turned, but couldn’t move an inch farther before he hauled her back against his body. She struggled, arms swinging and legs kicking with renewed vigor, but he wrestled her down. With one hand, he trapped her wrists high above her head, suspending her over his lap. Her bent legs rested on his muscular thighs. The head of one cock slid against her rear entrance.

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