Page 7 of Monsters After Dark

“Shit, shit, shit!”I fought his grip on my thighs, trying to close them and deny him access even as I ground my hips on his face. “Fuck, oh my God!”

Kurt snarled at my outburst and dug his teeth into my clit. Hard.

I screamed until I thought my vocal cords would break, desperate to break away, but entirely incapable of moving. My pelvis stayed locked in place, and all I could do was throw myself back on the bed and take it. Pain lanced through my entire nervous system, but it came crashing through me on a wave of endorphins laced with ecstasy. Before I even understood what was happening, my muscles locked up and I came.

Kurt kept my clit clamped between his teeth, gently working them back and forth over my throbbing nub while I thrashed and howled, any and all ability for coherent speech lost entirely.

He released my poor clit when I had no more left and my climax finally began to wane, giving it a couple of soft licks as I sagged into the mattress, boneless and entirely spent. Only a low-pitched ringing in my ears managed to break through the fog of utter euphoria rolling through my body and mind.

Holy. Shit. If this was the sort of punishment one faced in Hell, maybe I’d sell him my soul after all.

I laughed, the bliss swathing my brain making me see how silly I’d been for being afraid. Painful or not, orgasms as a payment a plan were something I could get behind.

It took a while before my brain came back from orbit long enough for me to realize that I hadn’t heard or felt anything from Kurt since he’d eased off my clit.

“Are we good, then? See you in a year?” Lazily, I cracked my eyes open, half-expecting the demon to have poofed into thin air.

He hadn’t.

At the foot of my bed, between my still-splayed legs, stood the creature of nightmare from before. Black, curled horns crowned his monstrous features, and reddish-black scales ran down his powerful chest, narrowing at his hips until—

“No!” I gasped my denial out on an exhale, my eyes widening as I stared at his now-naked form. His cock—if something so grotesque could even be called a cock—reached up past his navel, hard and menacing as he loomed above me. It was a dark, unnatural red, the same color as the gleam in his scales, and at least as thick as his wrist. And around the rim of his fat mushroom head, a crown of wicked-looking ridges rode the full circumference.

“I could swathe your mind, darling. Make you beg for it,” he purred as he knelt on the mattress. When I tried to close my legs, he grabbed my thighs and kept me open. The heat of his hands traveled up into my pelvis, making my pussy weep despite my terrified whimper. “Take you like I do every other human woman: blinded and high on my magic. But I won’t; this was the bargain. I get you just like this—entirely conscious. Raw.”

He let one hand slip up higher and trailed a fingertip over my labia. “When you lose yourself to me, there is nothing to hide behind. No pretense. Just you and your little cunt surrendering to a monster.”

His touch made me tremble, caught between the physical response his fingers provoked and the terror of my dawning realization of what I’d actually sold him. It wasn’t just sex he’d wanted; it was the humiliation and torment of willingly submitting myself to the torture of that cruel cudgel between his thighs.

“I can’t,” I gasped, unable to hold back the tears stinging my eyes as the full weight of what would happen to my body if he forced that inside of me set in. “Y-You’ll rip me apart. I’ll die!”

Kurt snorted and glanced down at his menacing cock. White precum pearled at the tip and the bulging veins throbbed—as if his body sensed his nearness to my defenseless sex.

“So dramatic,” he said, that wicked smirk back on his lips when his burning gaze returned to mine. Without breaking eye contact, he rubbed a thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering precum on the pad. “If I wanted to kill you, there are far more entertaining ways to do so.”

I didn’t have the strength to pull away when he reached out and smeared the white substance on my trembling bottom lip. My tongue flicked out on instinct, and the taste of him filled my senses. Salty, earthy musk—with just a hint of sulfur.

I wasn’t prepared for the primal response from deep in my core. My abdomen cramped, and my pussy fluttered as if grasping for him as liquid gushed out of me and trickled down my ass to soak the mattress.

“Oh!”I croaked, too stunned by my body’s response to attempt to close my thighs again when he bent over me.

“No, darling,” Kurt rumbled into my ear, his breath raising goosebumps along my neck. “I won’t kill you. But I am going to open you so, so wide—gape that pretty little cunt and make you ride my ridges until you howl for mercy. And then, once I’ve taken everything, once I’ve spilled my seed in your womb… one year from now, I’ll return. And I will do it all over again.”

I stared up at his demonic features, wide-eyed as the added threat sunk in. He would spill his seed in me? Was this his true purpose? To make me carry his spawn?

I didn’t get to voice the terrifying question. Before I had even fully processed my horror, Kurt reached down between us, and all my thoughts snapped back to the present as the hard, hot head of his cock pressed firmly against my swollen pussy lips.

“Oh!” My hands flew to his shoulders, but even as my mind resisted, my sex softened at the contact, welcoming him. Every nerve in my body was tight with anticipation, and where I’d expected nothing but revulsion, there was excitement. He might have been a monster, his very existence might have scared me mindless, but my body…

My body ached for him.

Shit,I was so fucked up. I clenched my eyes shut and braced against his shoulders, willing my brain to conjure up an image of what he looked like in his human disguise. Even as I waited for the agony of taking his wicked cock, it helped my mind surrender to my body’s demented desires.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Kurt pushed forward. I gasped softly as the pressure of his scalding flesh deepened, splitting my labia apart and threatening entry.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and tried to submit to his demand. More and more pressure built against my entrance, but he was so wide, and my pussy struggled to take even his tip. When the stretching tipped past pleasure, I whimpered and slid my hands down to his stomach to stop his advances.

“I can’t. It hurts.” Despite my pain, there was no disguising the breathy note to my voice, nor the slick sounds from my eager pussy as Kurt pulled back a few inches, sliding his cock up through my splayed labia.

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