K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage

by Knight

My dragon responds when the tug comes again, tumbling into the rock wall, fighting the change, unsure why, after so long, my dragon would force the change. It huffs at me as I take back control. Enraged, he roars in my mind. Relenting, I shift until I am my monster once again. Lifting my muzzle to the air, I sift through the multitude of scents, but I cannot detect anything amiss. Tilting my head to the side, I allow the glow of my purple eyes to light the darkness of my cave. If the cobwebs and growth are anything to go by, it has been years since I was last awake.

  The tug comes again, stronger this time, wrapping around me both inside and out, like a comforting hug, familiar and yet so strange that I halt. I know what that is, my dragon huffs out a laugh at my stupidity, obviously already recognizing the call.

  Once it connects with my magic, I let out a powerful roar which shakes the mountain, agony and pain race through my body, trapped within that call. They dare hurt her? I will rip their souls from their bodies and eat them alive. My dragon agrees, opening my mouth wide in warning, the darkness contained within me flows from my mouth, seeking a soul to eat.

  The tug happens again and this time I follow it. Shuffling to the edge of my cave I release my wings, and bellow out a roar as I jump from the top of the mountain, soaring through the air. After being cooped up for decades in my cave, the feel of the wind beneath my wings is freeing. Soon, I find my rhythm of flying again, my wings beat through the air as I follow the call. Trees and land whiz by beneath me, but I pay it no mind, I have no inclination to explore this new world. My only focus is getting to her.

  The Devourer, The Soul Eater, The Monster of Nightmares once again soars through the skies on a hunt.

  The human cums with a disgusting sound that makes me crinkle my nose, he sounds like a cow. He pushes the girl away as he slumps back against the brick wall. She falls back, slamming her barely covered ass onto the cold, wet concrete. Her dress has been ripped down the front to show her still young tits. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment, and even from here I can see the tears gathering in her eyes. She rights her dress and stands up on those ridiculous heels, teetering from side to side. The man doesn't even bother catching her, instead, he taps white powder onto his hand and snorts it back, his eyes closing as he shakes in bliss. Sighing, he drops his head back and narrows his eyes once he finds the girl shaking in the cold.

  “Why the fuck are you still here?” he demands, and I roll my eyes.

  I can’t wait for this job to be over, these fucking humans are the scum of the Earth. They call us monsters, evil, but I have seen more evil while watching them in the last week than ever before.

  They care for nothing and no one. Trafficking their own people, hurting children. Stealing innocents and corrupting their own land. At least us monsters are honest. We kill, we hunt, and we fuck, but we never try to hide that. Most of us would never hurt a child and our women are protected. Not used and tossed aside like this young one standing in the shady alley behind a nightclub, cum running from her mouth and tears streaming down her face. I should feel sorry for her, and I guess some part of me does. The part that still retains some semblance of normalcy, but I’m too far gone to care enough to stop it. She made her own choice, she has to live with that.

  Some call me a monster, others call me a freak. Something that was never meant to exist, even amongst monsters, I am unwelcome. Fuck them, they still come to me when they need something done. They ask me to do their dirty work, relying on my skills and lack of a moral compass.

  Something pushes at my shield, making me frown, and I look around at the dark damp rooftop I’m perched on that overlooks the alley. Below, the human tucks in his now flaccid cock and downs his drink. The tug comes again. Frowning, I let my shielding down, only to be forced to grab onto the ledge as I gasp. No. Fuck no.

  But it's too late, the call wraps around me, tugging at me, begging for me to help. The pain and agony becoming my own as I gasp through it, fighting the need to find her. No, not fucking now. Not fucking ever. It's like cutting my own soul but I push away the call, slamming my shields tightly in place. I can't afford to be distracted, not now. This job is important and if I don't complete it, the council won't hesitate to kill me, I will have outlived my purpose.

  I still feel it circling me, looking for a way to penetrate my control. Gritting my teeth, I look back at the alley and swear, just as I see the human slip back into the club. Fuck, I missed my chance and all because of her.

  My wings shoot out behind me, I know no one can see them, the darkness of them blending into the night as I swoop down on feathery wings into the now empty alley. Pulling them back into my body, I push back my black hood and stride to the door. I guess I’ll be hunting tonight, behind on my plan and having to roll with the punches. All because of the call.

  Who the fuck would have thought a mistake like me would ever have received one?

  I fall backwards, my memories tumbling with me, streaming through my mind like a taunting laugh. Reminding me of everything I lost, of my death, and now my rebirth. My eyes flash open and connect with those bright, shining orbs of the creature before me, that’s what he is after all—a creature.

  More monster than man, his face animal and still hauntingly beautiful. I’m betting he’s the same in his human form, beautiful yet dangerous. Yet, I find myself leaning towards him, seeking the warmth of his skin and the tingle that runs through me when we touch. Yes, I bet he is beautiful as a human, but as a monster? He’s powerful, terrifying, and downright addictive.

  Most hide away their darkness, letting it twist them, he wears it on his skin for all to see. Claiming it, owning it, his power brushing the very ground he walks on. I should be terrified, I should be horrified, but I’m not. His monster calls to mine, a power pulsing inside of me waiting to be set free, the one that clawed me from death and dug me from the ground.

  With a scream, all that power flows out of me, twisting around the horror and pain still running through my body as the memories finally settle. Like a lock turning or a jigsaw finally clicking together, but I can't stop the power. It seems to run through me, from me, into me, flowing out into the world until finally, it stops, and I slump to the side breathing heavy.

  My eyes open slowly to see the creature is doing pretty much the same, I should stay and see if he’s okay, but something in me tells me I won't want to leave then, and I need to leave. I need to make Tim pay. If killing me and then defiling me once more wasn't enough, he hid my body like a dirty little secret. Hate and fury twist inside me, branding me as its own. No, he must pay. I will make him beg for his life before I end it. I will destroy everything he holds dear. His job. His money. His standing. Then his life.

  Seems dying freed something more than just the power in me—my evil side too.

  Standing, I smile softly down at the creature who’s struggling into a crossed legged sitting position. "I’m sorry, I have to go. I have people to kill," I say, before blowing him a kiss and turning to the forest. It's like I know exactly where to go, something guiding me through the trees. Every footstep is light and cushioned by the earth, it’s welcoming me and urging me on. No branches hit me, or animals attack me. I’m safe here, it calls to me, but I can't stay.

  I pick up sounds of traffic and I speed up, even as I feel something hunting me, but my body twists towards the darkness and I can see the shining eyes there. I’m not afraid, he won't hurt me even if he is hunting me. I grin and turn back to the sound of cars. Reaching the tree line, I linger in the dark for a moment, before stepping out on the concrete.

  The road is quiet at the moment, making me groan. Just my luck. Tilting my head, I hear a car coming. Stepping out onto the road, I wait in the middle, my feet apart and my arms by my side. I’m still naked, but I can't seem to care. My body feels right for once and when I look down, I realise I have my curves back.

  The car comes around the corner a moment later, the lights shining on the cat’s eyes at the side of the road and penetrating into the darkness of the
forest, before lighting up where I am.

  The car screeches to a halt, burning rubber as it stops before me. My eyesight is that good now, where I can pick out the man driving behind the wheel as he grips it tightly and tries to calm down from his near miss, and yet I still casually stand here. I see the moment his eyes land on me, they bloom with confusion and lust. How typical, he almost runs me down in the middle of the road, but he's more distracted about the fact my tits are swaying in the wind. Men.

  He keeps the lights on as the stumbles from the car, his hands shaking as he rounds the hood and stares at me. "Are you okay, miss?"

  He looks me over, his eyes widening in horror at the blood and soil coating my skin. Shaking my head, I step closer, and when he doesn’t retreat, I swallow my grin.

  "Can I get a lift?" I ask calmly, and his cheeks heat as his eyes snap back to me.

  "Of-of course!" Something sweet wafts to me on the wind and I swallow it down, wondering what on earth it is. "Here… you can have my shirt." He strips off his button-down and passes it over, revealing a wife beater underneath. I take it from him, my fingers accidentally touching his in the process, and I have to swallow my snarl at the images running through his mind. It seems my new powers allow me to see into people thoughts, and his are full of images of me on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth.

  Lovely, but I can work with lust. At least he doesn't seem to be asking too many questions. Shimmying into the shirt I do up the buttons, before moving around the car and climbing into the passenger seat. He seems frozen for a moment before he rounds the car and slips back inside, giving me a strange look before starting the car with a rumble.

  Looking out the window, I blow the creature from the woods a kiss, even as the male starts to talk. "Do you need me to take you to the police station?" he asks, pulling away slowly.

  Looking back to him, I see his eyes dropping to my legs and all the skin on display, making me roll my eyes. "No, take me to the Red House Apartments."

  I see his eyes widen again at the name, after all, it is one of the most expensive apartments in all of the city. He speeds up as I stare out of the window, watching the trees pass. We must be in the forest district, a national park which runs around half of the city and extends for miles upon miles. It’s easy to see why Tim buried me here. I spot something moving in the woods, faster than humans and even most animals, almost blending into the darkness. It seems I still have my monster stalker, the thought only comforts me.

  I can almost hear the man in the driver's seat as his brain whirrs while he peeks over at me, his face heating and eyes shining with lust. I see the tent in his pants from here and I know that it spells trouble. Great, just what I need. Not that I have things to do or anything.

  I’ll give him one chance, if not, maybe I'll try out my newfound powers on him. “You can pull outside and I’ll get you payment for your help,” I offer nicely, and I see the war in his eyes as he tries to fight his need. His hands turn white on the wheel when, with a swear, he turns down a dirt path into the forest, hiding us from sight. I’m guessing his lust won, poor him, but I grin. I guess it would be good to test out my new body, just not in the way he’s thinking.

  He shuts off the car, breathing heavily, obviously building himself up to attacking me. I just sit in my seat and wait. When he doesn't move, I get bored, opening my door and sliding from the car, I round the front until I stand with the forest to my back.

  He swears again and slides out, pursuing me, this time determination lining his face. He doesn’t stop until he grabs my arms and thrusts me onto the hood of the car, following me down as his mouth smashes into mine. My eyes remain open as he grinds on me, really? I don't have fucking time for this.

  The power running through my body hums as his mouth connects with mine, and before I know it my mouth automatically opens, I try to pull away but it’s like we’re stuck. Something burns inside of me, begging for him—begging to be filled. My hands come up and hold him to me even as he tries to pull away. Our lips fused together and mouths open in a strange kiss. He starts to fight and I wrap my legs around his waist, running on instinct, and then I start to suck. Not physically, but as if something inside me is drawing him in, his very essence... his soul.

  It takes mere minutes before I feel like I’m overflowing, ready to burst. I yank my mouth away and lean back with a groan, the feeling of when you’ve eaten too much coming to mind. I unwrap my legs and he falls to the floor, gasping.

  When I look down at him, I freeze in horror. What the fuck? He looks like he’s been sucked dry, like a puffy skeleton, his eyes are roving in his head as his mouth stays open on a cry. He doesn't even resemble a human anymore. Sliding off the hood I step away, my nose crinkles in disgust. Well, at least I sort of know what I can do.

  Turning away I freeze when boney fingers dig into my ankle, the male dragging himself along the floor towards me. I try to kick him off but his grip is too tight. A noise has my head snapping up as I see the creature from the forest come roaring out. He flies at the male, picking him up and breaking his grip like he weighs nothing. He rips him in two, blood and other body parts spraying me in the face. Blinking through the blood, I watch as he drops the now in two pieces male to the floor and stares at me as he breathes heavily.

  “Thanks,” I say, probably not the reaction he’s looking for though.

  I frown down at my shirt, now covered in blood and sigh. I look back at the creature and only then do I realise he looks different. Tilting my head, I step forward and he steps back. He's bigger, growing to over eight feet with even more muscle on his body. His torcs hang and everything else is much the same, apart from his face. He told me I wouldn't like his other form, but he’s really wrong. He is a masterpiece. He looks like the old drawings of gods and demons you see in museums. Where before his face was more animal, his forehead different and his eyes tilted up at the side, his nose wider and his lips fuller. Now all I can see are those plump lips. A skull, obviously from an animal, covers the entire top half of his face.

  He steps back again, trying to blend into the darkness, and I step forward and lay my hand on his chest, stilling his retreat from me. I stare at him in awe. “You are magnificent,” I admit honestly. I mean, I just sucked someone’s soul from their body, I can’t exactly be worried about blood, death, and animal skulls.

  I can’t stop myself, I’m enchanted. I need to touch him, to taste him. I don’t know if it’s my power still ruling me and I don’t care. I wanted him before, and I want him now.

  “What are you doing, little monster?” he asks, those eyes I loved so much no longer there. Instead, there is a crushing darkness in the skull, which I find weirdly attractive, I guess I’m fucked up.

  “Kissing you,” I state, standing on my tiptoes, but even then there is no way I’ll reach those lips. I wait there, letting him decide. He’s hesitant, like I’m hunting him this time, and maybe I am.

  “I want to taste you,” I confess freely, and he groans, the sounds moving his chest against my hand. I understand the hesitation, he did just see me suck the soul from a man with only my lips, but even as I think that he lowers his head, gentle, like I’m breakable, and covers my lips with his.

  I don’t want sweet, I don't want hesitant. I want the monster who just ripped someone apart with his bare hands. I pull away and he frowns, stepping back from me with a self-loathing twist of his lips. He thinks I don't want him, it’s the complete opposite.

  I jump at him, and he catches me with his hand splayed under my arse. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I claw at his shoulders and drag his head down to mine. I rip at his lips, drinking from him. He growls against me, yanking me closer and returning the kiss with equal fervor. We fight each other, the blood dripping into my mouth only spurring me on.

  We spin and my back meets a tree, hard, cutting into my skin, and I feel the blood trickle down it. The pain and pleasure mix together until I’m grinding against him. I felt nothing with that human, my bod
y didn't even respond to the hate, but this… fuck.

  He tries to pull away but I won’t let him. I want everything he has to offer, he makes my body and new powers sing. My hands rise and wrap around his antlers, the wood rough against my palms and he roars into my mouth, making me grin. I forget everything else. My need for revenge, my new unknown creature status... everything.

  He thrusts against me hard, throwing me back into the bark. Fuck yes. He drags his mouth away from me, one of his hands wrapping around my throat to anchor me to the tree, stopping my desperate jerk for his lips. He cuts off my breathing, holding me there with a growl that runs through my body and straight to my pussy. His head lowers but freezes, with a night silencing deadly grunt.

  “Smells like him.” His voice is guttural, more animal than man. I blink in confusion, his hand on my throat keeping me still, even as I have to fight the need to pass out. Without giving me a warning he rips away the shirt, leaving me bare for him. “Better,” he grunts.

  My breathing is coming out in little gasps as he lowers his head, his antlers pushing at my arms, and licks a path through the blood on my chest, circling my nipple before licking back up. He lets go of my neck just as I feel like I’m about to pass out and I slump, but he holds me to the tree with one hand while he explores me with the other, seeming fascinated by my body. One of his arms bands over my middle and he drops to his knees suddenly, tilting his head back so I can see into the darkness of the skull.

  “What do I call you?” I ask, my voice harsh and rough from his hold on my throat.

  “I have many names,” he replies, his fingers running up my thighs.

  “I didn’t ask your many names, I asked what you wanted to be called,” I retort, knowing that him giving me his name means power, but I can’t keep calling him creature in my mind.

  His head tilts down, the cold, rough texture of the skull meeting my pelvis as he licks a line up my wet pussy. “Nos,” he answers, before diving in. The skull smacks into me and I have to hold onto his antlers as he devours me like I devoured him.