Page 48 of My Kind of Monster

There is something poetic about this, bathing in the pink water stained by my blood. I would cut myself even more just so I can saturate the color to a more satisfying shade.

I turn my head towards him again, but then I notice his arm.

What the hell?!

I reach over with my hand and touch what looks like a deformed hole on the side of his bicep. He does not even twitch at the contact. He does not even look down to it. He just… watches me.

He’s bleeding, quite hard as well, but he does not seem bothered by it at all.

I cannot help it… the blood smears over my hand, the crimson glistening in the soft light of the bathroom. I bring my middle finger to my mouth, spreading his sweet scent before plunging it between my lips, sucking the blood off it.

I hear a muted moan in my ears and the next second his hand is on my throat, tilting my head upwards, before he presses his lips onto mine with a hunger that threatens to devour me. I realize the moan came from me.

My bloody hand grabs onto his arm, the other ones goes into his hair, pulling him and pushing him all at the same time. His sweet blood is on his lips now, and damn, he tastes like maple—sweet, rich, dense… addictive.

His cock grows even bigger, pressing into my back and I arch with the electrifying sensation traveling from my blood-stained lips to my nipples, down my belly, and to my pussy that he just covered with his large hand, squeezing just enough to make me squirm in a delicious pain.

Suddenly, I feel… alive! Ravenous! Like I have been starved for centuries!

I break the kiss, turn around onto my knees with his hand still holding my throat in a possessive grip, and I straddle him. His thick cock rubs on my swollen flesh, moving just enough so he can probe at my entrance. The look he gives me is murderous, and I grin as my body breaks into shivering goosebumps.

I look at his bleeding arm and lean in, licking the blood off slowly just as I impale myself with his thick cock. The growl that escapes his throat vibrates through my body, making my pussy squeeze him even harder. Looking into his eyes, I swallow the crimson maple syrup that is his blood just as I take him all in, painfully to the hilt.

The hand on my throat pulls me in, his lips crashing onto mine, his tongue pushing violently into my mouth. His other hand pushes hard on the small of my back, seemingly wanting to thrust his cock even deeper inside of me, holding me there for as long as possible.

I cannot blame him. I want to mold my body to his, my pussy to his cock. I want him imprinted inside of me so I can never forget this delicious pain that makes me want to explode in screams and disturbing laughter.

We’re fucking in a bathtub filled with our diluted blood. How sinisterly poetic.

I force my hips up, against his grip and slam down as hard as I can, water spilling out the bathtub.

He holds me there again, and I feel his cock twitching inside of me, pushing on flesh that I have never felt before, never knew existed.

I force myself up again and slam down hard, water falling in waves onto the tile covered floor. I hear a moan escaping from him, into my mouth that’s filled with his tongue, exploring every crevasse.

My hands move on his back, right at the base of his neck, and I rise again. Just as I dig my nails into his flesh, drawing blood, I slam down so hard onto his cock, I swear the flesh of my pussy tears, and I scream into his mouth from the pain and desire that came from it. He growls like a monster, and the hand that was on my back, moves to my hair, pulling hard backwards, bending my throat now held tighter in his grip.

I do not rise again, I just sway my hips, grinding on the cock impaling me. He pulls my head back until I am forced to release his neck and brace myself with my hands behind me, holding onto his legs. He releases my throat and thrusts his hips up, just as he pinches my left nipple, and I cannot help but let out a strained scream.

He thrusts again and pinches the other nipple. He does it again and again and the world around us bursts into chaos.

My banshee screams…

His monstrous growls...

The slapping of our skin underwater…

The water falling in wave after wave onto the bathroom floor…

Delicious chaos. And we sink into it.

All of a sudden, it all happens at once. He releases my hair, pulls me close to his body, shifts his legs under himself, bending forwards and pushing up with a force that must have emptied half the bath water. In a fraction of a second, I find myself lying back on a soaked bathmat that used to be thick and fluffy with a behemoth of a man buried between my spread legs. Face first.

He’s lapping at my sore pussy, licking his way inside as I squeeze my thighs around his head. But he does not let me, his rough hands push my spread legs up until they press onto my breasts.

His attack on my pussy drives me crazy, and I find myself holding on to the backs of my knees for dear life. He uses this to his advantage, releases me and plunges his fingers so deep into my core I feel like I could burst into a million orgasms then and there. But I don’t, because in the next second he pulls them out and adds yet another finger, stretching and massaging the walls of my pussy, sending shock after shock into my body.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes burn into mine.

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