Page 56 of Mated to the Monster Under my Bed
“Such sweet, desperate sounds you make for me,” Shadow growled softly in my ear, the heat of his breath caressing me. “I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you moan. Let me in, Danni. Let me fill that tight little pussy.”
I nodded, my brain already hazy with a need that was quickly becoming all-consuming.
“Yes,” I whispered, shifting my hips restlesslyt. “Please, Shadow… I need it. I need to feel you inside me.”
The tail nudged gently at my entrance, already slick with his warm, magical fluid that smelled faintly of dark, masculine spice. As the thick, tapered tip began to slide into me—a slow, inexorable invasion—I gasped and clutched at the powerful arm wrapped around my waist, my fingers digging into the solid muscle beneath the fur.
God, it was big. It filled me—deeper than his fingers, thicker than anything I’d ever taken—a stretching, claiming pressure that was utterly foreign and yet also felt impossibly right. It didn’t hurt. Instead, it felt perfect—like a key finding its lock—like my body had been shaped for this, for him, all along.
Shadow growled softly, a pleased, deeply hungry sound that rumbled through his chest into my back.
“That’s it, my little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Open up for me. Take it. Let me fill this perfect little pussy with my cream.”
The tail began to pulse rhythmically inside me—a slow, fucking motion—and with each inward thrust, it released a gush of warm, slippery cream deep into my pussy.
I moaned aloud, the sensation was overwhelming—not just a physical fullness, but a magical, warming heat that seemed to soak into my inner walls— into my bloodstream, making every nerve ending ache and tremble with heightened sensitivity.
It was a liquid claiming, a preparation that felt sinfully good.
Shadow leaned down and rubbed his cheek along mine, the soft, comforting brush of his fur a stark contrast to the hot, sexual things happening between my legs.
“You feel that, Danni?” he rumbled, his voice a dark, intimate caress. “That’s my cream—my slick—preparing your beautiful body for my knot… making your pussy soft and open and desperate to take me—all of me. Your cunt is sucking my tail in deeper, isn’t it? It knows what it needs.”
I could barely breathe, my body rocking into the rhythm of his tail, my nipples stiff, aching points of desperate need. Then I felt something flick across one of them, a velvet-soft touch, then the other.
“Oh!” I gasped, my eyes flying wide.
Shadow chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me.
“Curious, hungry little thing,” he murmured, his own breath starting to come faster.
His tail had split—or perhaps it was only a different, prehensile part of it further up its length—and now the second tip was playing with my nipples in a separate, sentient caress. Flicking, teasing, then rolling the tight buds between the velvet-soft pads, mimicking the suction of a mouth.
Between that dual assault—the thick, pulsing fullness fucking and coming in my pussy and the expert, twin teasing of my nipples—I was hurtling toward the edge yet again, teetering on a precipice of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Shadow,” I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder, my body bowing. “I—oh God, I think I’m going to…going to come!”
“Yes,” he growled, the word a feral command. “Come for me, Danni. Soak me with your pleasure. Let me feel that sweet cunt clamp down on me. Now.”
That was all it took. The command…the overwhelming sensations…the sheer, hot reality of it all sent me tumbling over the edge. A raw, gasping cry was torn from my throat as my body convulsed, my inner walls fluttering and clenching wildly around the thick tail that was still pumping its magical cream into me. I felt the hot spill of it, mixed with my own release, running down my thighs, coating everything in a slick, hot mess of bliss.
“Shadow!” I moaned, writhing against him. “Oh God, Shadow!”
My monster held me tightly as I shook, whispering a stream of praise and possession into my ear.
“So beautiful like this… coming all over my tail like a good little witch… So perfect and all mine… I could stay inside this perfect, greedy little cunt forever.”
When the last, shuddering tremor finally passed, I sagged against him, completely boneless, my body humming with a deep, satiated warmth.
“That…” I panted, struggling to form words. “Was unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”
Shadow nuzzled my neck, a soft, tender gesture.
“You’re not done feeling yet, little witch.” His voice was a dark, promising rumble. “That was only the beginning. The very first part of the beginning.”
I smiled through the blissful haze, pressing my cheek to the comforting, furry wall of his chest. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with the monster under my bed—couldn’t believe I’d let him come inside me.
For the first time in years, I felt truly, completely, wildly alive and I never wanted it to end.
