Monsters and Shifters and Men, Oh My! Paranormal Menage and Multiple Partner Romance Stories

by Giselle Renarde

  “Budd? What are you doing?” Artemis wouldn’t normally have been afraid of her boyfriend, but this wasn’t her boyfriend. “Put me down.”

  The breath on her neck blazed hot as hell. It smelled like decomposition. Artemis kicked her feet, but no use. Her toes didn’t even touch the floor. This thing, whatever it was, had gotten inside Budd. It was using his massive strength against her, and she had a terrifying feeling she knew what came next.

  “Stop struggling,” said a voice that wasn’t Budd’s. Its depths resonated inside her belly, and she tried not to feel that feeling, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t keep him out. “Hold still.”

  He tossed her on the bed, which should have spelled escape, but once she was facedown on the crumpled comforter, she couldn’t move. Her muscles froze, hands on either side of her head, legs off the bed, feet on the floor. Her ass stuck straight up in the air…

  “Stop it,” she said in her mind, because the words wouldn’t come out her mouth. “Let me go. Let Budd go.”

  She didn’t know what kind of force she was communicating with, but she knew it wasn’t good. It disregarded her plea and pulled up the hem of Budd’s T-shirt. “Let’s get a look at your pussy.”

  Budd pushed her legs so far apart her hips popped. The hands were Budd’s, but the touch wasn’t. She knew what it felt like when he stroked her, when he caressed her. And it wasn’t this.

  When his fingers entered her from behind, her pussy clamped. He was rough with her. The way he jammed those fingers—how many, two?—in her cunt made her feel like her body was public property. It wasn’t hers anymore. She had no say over what happened to it, what entered it. The monster made that decision.

  In her mind, he said, “You must have been waiting for me. I’ve never felt such a wet and ready pussy.”

  “Stop touching me,” she pleaded, though she still couldn’t speak.

  “Why?” The demonic voice echoed not only through her body, but around the room. “Your nasty little snatch is begging for it.”

  “Who are you?” she asked, desperately.

  “Me?” He feigned innocence. “Why, I’m your loving boyfriend, Budd. Don’t you recognize me, Artemis?”

  “You’re not Budd,” she growled. Why couldn’t she move? Why couldn’t she raise her foot off the ground and kick him in the balls? “Budd would never treat me this way.”

  “No?” The creature cackled as it removed Budd’s big fingers from between her legs. “And I’m sure you’d never lie to your loving boyfriend.”

  “Of course I wouldn’t lie to him.” Artemis tried with all her might to escape the monster’s mental clutches, but she couldn’t move a muscle. She couldn’t even cry. “Let me go. Let me move!”

  The nameless monster found her pussy with… what was that? Budd’s cock. Yes, she recognized the sensation. He slid Budd’s cockhead the length of her slick, wet pussy lips. When it connected with her clit, she gasped. She didn’t want to feel good at a time like this, but her body insisted.

  “Oh god!” She tried to bite her bottom lip, but she couldn’t even do that. “Stop it.”

  “You said you were ragging,” the monster chuckled. “I don’t see any blood between your legs.”

  Artemis felt her cheeks prickle.

  “You lied to your boyfriend.”

  What could she say? The monster was right. “I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

  “And you had to lie?”

  Rage surged through Artemis’s chest. “It’s your damn fault. You licked me! You made me feel gross. So don’t go blaming me, you bastard. You fearful, cowardly bastard who won’t even tell me your goddamn name!”

  “My name?” He spoke gently, but grabbed her hips, rough as a lumberjack. “My name is Budd. I’m your boyfriend.”

  “No you’re not!”

  His cockhead throbbed at the entrance to her cunt, and the longer he waited to fuck her, the more her engorged pussy grasped it. Her cunt couldn’t distinguish between the real Budd and this disgusting creature pretending to be him.

  “Your pussy is drooling for cock,” the monster said, mocking her.

  “That’s not my fault,” she begged. “It thinks you’re Budd. It doesn’t know the difference.”

  “But, Artemis…” One hand trailed slowly across her back, sending shivers down her spine. “I am Budd.”

  He didn’t hesitate after that. Lurching between her legs, he thrust Budd’s cock inside her waiting cunt. Her traitorous body accepted him with open arms.

  “Oh, you like this. I can tell.” The creature controlling her boyfriend dipped his swollen tip inside her, dabbling in the shallows, teasing. “Ooh, your pussy’s grasping for more, sucking me in. And you said you didn’t want me tonight.”

  “I don’t want you,” Artemis screamed, in her head. “I don’t want you ever. Let go of me and let go of my boyfriend.”

  “That’s not what you want,” the monster said, in almost a soothing tone. “You want more.”

  He slammed Budd’s cock in her cunt so hard she found her voice—her real voice—and screamed loud enough that it echoed through the house.

  “Now, now. Don’t wake the neighbours.”

  The monster bashed Budd’s body into hers again, jerking her thighs against the side of the mattress. “Oww, stop! It hurts!”

  This time, the words came out of her mouth. Actual, real words! She could speak!

  “Pain is just the beginning.” The creature controlling her boyfriend punished her pussy with that hard-to-handle cock. Budd’s front bashed against her butt so hard she’d be bruised inside and out, come morning. “Well, now, look at this gaping asshole.”

  “No,” she said, desperately. “No, no, no. I mean it.”

  Didn’t matter what she said. He wasn’t about to stop. Drawing pussy juice up from below, he shoved Budd’s thumb in her ass.

  “Don’t!” she screamed, but her body was saying something different.

  The monster cackled. “Your asshole is sucking my thumb! What do you make of that?”

  “It doesn’t know what it’s doing,” Artemis cried. After all this time, there were tears in her eyes. Finally! “Stop it. Please stop!”

  “But you like it. Your body’s telling me so. It’s telling me it wants more.”

  “Don’t listen to my body. Listen to me.”

  He shoved a second thumb in her hole. How was he doing that? Budd’s fingers were huge! Artemis screamed as he opened her ass, stretched it wide. And then he leaned forward and spit in it, spit in her ass. The slick glob landed right inside, spreading heat down her blazing hole.

  “No,” she said, firmly. “Don’t do it. I’m serious. I don’t want it.”

  “Not even from your loving boyfriend, Budd?” the monster teased.

  “You’re not my boyfriend.” Artemis struggled to move, but it was no use. “You think you can fool me? Well, I know Budd. You are definitely not him.”

  “Oh, ye of little faith…”

  The creature in Budd’s body slid that thick dick from her pussy. It sprang up, like it knew just where to go next.

  “Please don’t.” She was serious. Budd’s dick was too big. “Don’t do it. You’ll hurt me.”

  Who was she kidding? She already more hurt than she’d ever hurt in her life—psychologically, if not physically. She struggled to get away from him, but she was stuck. Absolutely couldn’t move.

  “It’ll only hurt for a moment,” the monster said, and spit again. “Then, it’ll feel… you’ll see.”

  “I don’t want to see.” She tried to kick, but nothing happened. “I don’t want to!”

  Budd’s thumbs tugged her asshole wider, and they didn’t let go until he’d lodged his slick cockhead inside.

  Then he let go.

  When his thumbs disappeared, the elastic ring of her anus closed around Budd’s pulsing cockhead. She could feel his heartbeat in her ass, and it throbbed wildly—nothing like Budd’s usual regulated pulse. After falling aslee
p so many times with her head on his massive chest, she knew what she should hear. But that creature definitely had a hold on Budd’s heart, forcing it to behave as wildly as his body.

  He pushed forward, driving his mushroom head past the tight spot. It’s not like Artemis had never been fucked up the ass before. She had. But by smaller cocks. Artemis shrieked when the monster rammed Budd’s too-big erection deeper inside her asshole. She wasn’t ready for it. She’d never be ready for a fuck like this. Budd was a huge, hulking guy on the outside, but, inside, he was a teddy bear. He’d never just take her. He’d stop if she said no.

  Now it didn’t matter how much she begged and pleaded. There was a monster controlling Budd’s body, and that disgusting, perverted thing would take whatever it wanted.

  “It hurts,” Artemis said, as Budd’s cock stretched her ass to its limits. “You have to stop. Please!”

  “It’ll hurt just as much coming out,” the creature reasoned. “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”

  “How could I ever enjoy this?” Artemis screamed. With every word, her ass clamped harder around Budd’s generous shaft. God help her, it actually felt good. Not that she’d tell him that.

  Of course, she didn’t have to. The creature could read her mind. He said, “See? I told you you’d like it.”

  “I don’t like it,” she snapped. “I hate it. I hate you, whoever you are.”

  “You’ll love me, soon enough.” He laughed, and his laughter was a wild thing tearing her body, streaking through it as forcefully as Budd’s dick rammed her ass. “It won’t take long, my darling. Soon you’ll beg for more.”

  “No, I won’t.” Artemis spilled tears all over the comforter, and not because her ass felt like it was being assaulted by a red-hot poker… because she held such a tenuous grasp on her hatred. “Please!”

  “Please what?” the monster asked, like a challenge, like it knew instinctively what she desired. “Please fuck you harder? Is that what you want, darling?”

  It gave her a chill when he called her darling, but he’d been right when he said it would only hurt at first. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Her asshole ached. It wasn’t used to being stretched so wide. But…

  “Oh god.” Artemis dried her tears on the bedspread. She gulped in desperate breaths as he rammed. “I can’t… oh god!”

  “You can’t what?” he growled. “Can’t breathe? Can’t move? Can’t keep yourself from coming?”

  She whined into the tear-stained comforter. She didn’t want it to feel so good, but Budd’s body was her favourite plaything, whoever controlled it.

  Budd’s hands grasped her hips much harder than they normally would. She’d be bruised all over, and Budd would probably ask how it happened.

  How could she tell her boyfriend he’d fucked her ass without knowing it? He’d think she was crazy.

  “Come on my crack,” she cried, as the monster rubbed Budd’s palms up and down her cheeks. He reached under her, then. Reached under Budd’s T-shirt and squeezed her tits so hard it hurt. “Oh god! I’m ready. I want it all over my skin.”

  “I knew you’d come around.” He pulled Budd’s swollen dick from her poor, tortured asshole.

  He was right. It hurt coming out, though not as badly as it had going in. When his cockhead got close to her ass ring, she clamped down hard, trapping him inside. It felt so good when she milked that thick dick that she didn’t stop. She just kept stroking his fat tip with her ass ring until her body burst into climax.

  The monster panted. “You’ll make this weak body come.”

  “This one too,” Artemis confessed.

  She’d never reached orgasm through anal penetration, but there was a first time for everything.

  “Oh god!” She tried throwing her ass back into the saddle of his hips, but the only muscles she could control were the ones in her mouth and her ass. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m… OH!”

  Just as her body buzzed with the rampant sizzle of orgasm, a familiar voice emerged from behind Budd’s naked body.

  “What did I tell you pervs about closing the door?” Vincent slammed it shut. The monstrous spell must have broken in that split second, because Artemis was able to turn entirely around. As her robe swung on the door’s hook, Vincent shouted, “And keep your voices down. I could hear you from the lawn.”

  “Shit,” Artemis said, though she was so confounded she didn’t know what to think.

  Budd gazed at her in the moonlight, his eyes shimmering with humanity and confusion. “What happened?” He looked down at his naked body. “Did we have sex?”

  Artemis nodded.

  “I was asleep, I guess.” Budd chuckled. “I don’t remember a second of it. Was it good?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “It was… yeah, it was really good.”

  Chapter Four

  “Morning, kiddo.” Artemis crossed the quiet kitchen and grabbed a cereal bowl. “Staying home from work today?”

  After nearly a week of grovelling, Artemis still couldn’t get Vincent to talk. The air clouded with his unwavering anger. He seemed to think she was the root of all evil.

  But she wasn’t. She’d encountered that force. It had taken over her boyfriend’s body one night. She still didn’t know who or what it was, but if evil resided in their house, it lay with that monster, not in Artemis.

  Every time her mind crossed the precipice to the night she was taken, her body filled with a strange combination of sensations. She relived the pain of being fucked from behind, against her will, but soon the pain drifted toward pleasure. That’s when guilt took over.

  She reminded herself it was Budd’s body. She had every right to the orgasm Vincent had, unfortunately, witnessed. Didn’t she?

  Maybe she should have done more to fight the creature’s advances, but what? It locked all her muscles. Even if it hadn’t, Budd’s body was much bigger than hers. He could have taken her down. Hell, he could have taken her out. For good.

  “Just pick a fucking cereal!” Vincent slammed his spoon on the table. “There are only four. Why does it take you three million years to choose?”

  Artemis hadn’t realized she was staring at cereal boxes, but she appreciated that Vincent had finally spoken to her. “Oh. I… sorry.”

  “And why are you prancing around in my dad’s T-shirt?” he growled. “I live here too. I don’t want to see your chunky-ass thighs every time I turn my head.”

  She wanted to say, “My thighs aren’t chunky!” Instead, she said, “I’m sorry, Vince. You’re right.”

  “You never think about anyone but yourself,” he grumbled.

  “You don’t really mean that.” Choosing a cereal at random, she brought the box to the table. He got up hastily, and took his bowl to the sink. “Vincent, listen, you probably won’t believe this, but I care a lot about your dad. He’s an amazing guy. In fact, he’s the best guy I’ve ever met.”

  “I know he is,” Vincent snapped. “So he deserves better than a homeless gold digger.”

  That hurt more than Artemis thought possible. She swivelled her kitchen chair to look at him. “You think I’m a gold digger?”

  “Aren’t you?” he shot back, before she’d finished asking the question.

  Clasping her hand to her heart, she said, “No. I’m not.”

  “Yes. You are.”

  Artemis froze. She’d been looking right at Vincent’s face when he said those three words, but… but his lips hadn’t moved. Either Vincent was secretly a ventriloquist, or something sinister was about to happen.

  The kitchen’s comfortable temperature grew as frosty as Vincent’s demeanour. From there, it went to the other extreme. The room turned sweltering. And the smell! She knew that swamp scent all too well…

  “Take off my father’s T-shirt,” Vincent said. This time his lips moved, but his eyes glowed an unmistakeable scarlet. “Take it off.”

  “Not right here in the kitchen.” Artemis rose from her chair and took hold of the shirt’s hem. Before s
he knew it, she was lifting the comfy cotton over her head, exposing her naked body to her boyfriend’s son. “Oh god, what am I doing?”

  “My bidding.” This time when he spoke, his voice mixed with a deeper, darker one that cast out every nice feeling in her body.

  Artemis stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, begging herself to pick up that shirt and run for it. No such luck. Last time she’d felt the monster’s presence, her muscles had locked. This time her body kept moving, but not in the way she wanted it to.

  Cupping her bare breasts, she squeezed them together. Her pussy tingled when Vincent looked. But who was watching her? Was it Vincent, or the monster? Budd had never recovered any memory of fucking her ass. Maybe this was the same.

  “What are you doing?” Vincent asked. This time it was only his voice, none of the monster’s.

  “I can’t stop myself.” One hand meandered down her belly to toy with her bush. “I don’t wanna do this, Vince, I swear. He’s making me.”

  Vincent’s voice was desperate when he asked, “Who’s making you?”

  “I don’t know. He’s a monster.”

  Suddenly, Vincent’s body jolted like it had been hit by lightning. His eyes flashed. His hunched shoulders squared. He stood taller, prouder, and when he walked toward her, his gait was not his own.

  “Vince?” she asked. “Is that you?”

  “It’s me, but I can’t… I don’t know what I’m doing!” He opened a cupboard full of pasta, rice and soup tins, then grabbed something from the very back. Artemis couldn’t see what it was until he set it on the table: a thingy of vegetable shortening. Odd choice.

  “There’s something malicious in this house,” she told him, gasping as her fingers strummed her clit. “It gets inside your body and controls you.”

  Fear flashed in Vincent’s eyes and they again glowed red. He stripped off his clothes and rubbed his erection against her belly. “This isn’t me. I wouldn’t do this.”

  “I know,” Artemis assured him as he lifted her onto the kitchen table. “Me neither. I love your father. I really do.”