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

by Giselle Renarde

  Her legs wrapped themselves around his slim waist while his arrow-straight cock moved toward her cunt. How was she wet already? Her body obviously drew arousal from outside sources, because she was in no way attracted to Vincent. He’d never given any indication of being attracted to her, either, and yet look at him now—hard as a steel girder, and poking desperately between her legs.

  And then a striking thought crossed her mind. “Oh god, Vince, is this your first time?”

  He swallowed hard as his cockhead throbbed against her swollen clit. “Yeah right. ‘Course not.”

  A scarlet flash crossed Vincent eyes. His muscles surged so freakishly Artemis felt his energy across her flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding close to the edge of the table. It was soaked with pussy juice.

  “I don’t wanna do this,” Vincent said as he guided his long cock into her pussy.

  “I don’t want it either!” Clinging to his shoulders, Artemis arched to let him deeper inside.

  His erection filled her in one confident stroke. They moved in slow motion. She clenched her pussy muscles around his cock and moved her hips in time with his self-assured thrusts.

  “My god, Vince.” Her breath hitched as he fucked her. “You really know what you’re doing.”

  Wrapping her hair around his hand like a rope, he said, “No I don’t. This isn’t me.”

  “It’s your body,” Artemis said, running one hand down his young chest. He wasn’t even hairy yet, except that dark patch around his dick. “If you’re not fucking me, who is?”

  “Not me,” he said, in a tone that sounded both pleading and puzzled.

  She slipped her fingers between their two bodies and felt for his balls. At this point, she couldn’t distinguish between what she wanted and what she was forced to do.

  When she found his scrotum, he gasped and twitched. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Are you coming?” she asked, anxiously. “Don’t. Not yet.”

  What was she saying? This was her boyfriend’s boy. She shouldn’t be begging him to make it last. She shouldn’t be fucking him at all.

  “I can’t stop it,” he cried, launching his cock deep inside her cunt. “It’s gonna happen. I can’t help it.”

  Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her bare breasts to his naked front. It wasn’t a familiar sensation, this. She’d grown accustomed to muscles and hairy chests. Vincent was the polar opposite. He shuddered in her arms as her cunt milked his cock.

  “Oh god!” Vincent fitted as she tightened her pussy’s grip on his erection. “I can’t stop. It just keeps coming!”

  “You’re not kidding,” Artemis said as his cum spilled out of her cunt and dripped down the breakfast table. “I’ve never felt anything like it!”

  Inching down her body, he kissed her neck sharply, then bowed to her breasts. “This isn’t me,” he said, before wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking her halfway to orgasm.

  “Oh god…” She felt that suction all the way down in her clit. “Oh, Vincent. That’s amazing.”

  His spent cock slipped from her pussy as he switched to the other breast. “It isn’t me. I don’t want this.”

  When he spoke, Artemis experienced a sneaking hurt. She wanted to agree with him, wholeheartedly, but the fight was gone from her body. The switch had flipped. Now she couldn’t get enough.

  “Put something else in my pussy,” she begged. “Anything. Your fingers, even.”

  Before she’d finished speaking, his fingers filled her cum-soaked cunt.

  “My god,” she shrieked. “How many was that?”

  “All of them,” he said, before reattaching his mouth to her breast.

  She gazed beyond the boy. His four fingers disappeared between her legs. Not his thumb, though. His thumb landed on her throbbing clit, nudging it side to side, sending scintillating streaks through her body.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I don’t know.” Vincent tucked his thumb against his palm and turned his hand, corkscrew-style. “Ugh, all I can feel is my own cum.”

  She watched it spill from her snatch as he twisted his hand one way, then the other. The sight might disgust Vincent, but Artemis couldn’t deny the voyeuristic joy of watching his hand enter her… and his cum exit.

  “Please, make it stop,” Vincent pleaded.

  “It’s not me,” Artemis assured him. “There’s another force at work. Can’t you feel it in the house? It’s bad. It’s beastly.”

  Vincent seemed pained beyond reason as he pressed his hand harder into her cunt. She felt the knobbly ridges of his knuckles battering past her supple slit. It should have hurt, but she was too turned on. She loved it.

  “Keep going,” she said. “Get your whole hand in there.”

  He looked up at her, stunned. “Are you making me do this? Is it you?”

  “What? No!” When she looked him in the eye, she saw fear beyond measure. “Vince, I love your father. I would never be unfaithful to him.”

  “Except right now,” he said, accusingly.

  His tone must have upset the beast, because Vincent’s eyes flashed red. His jaw hardened. His back straightened. And his hand squirmed between her legs. She hadn’t truly felt the bigness of it before. Now it throbbed in her body. When she looked down, her cunt had swallowed his entire hand, all the way to the wrist.

  “How is that possible?” she asked, not expecting him to answer.

  When he responded, it wasn’t Vincent’s voice. “Anything is possible, Mother.”

  “I’m not your mother,” Artemis shot back. “I’m not even your step-mother.”

  She was dealing with the beast, full-on. Her body tensed, and when she struggled to free herself, unseen hands held her arms so tight bruises instantly indented her flesh.

  “Oh god!” Her heart raced as those invisible hands tightened their grip. “Vincent, help me. Make it stop.”

  “I can’t.” His voice came back and his soul flashed into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I can’t stop it.”

  For a moment, she thought he was referring to the fist in her pussy and the bruises on her arms. Then she heard the crinkle of paper and realized Vincent was unwrapping that brick of shortening with one hand.

  Vincent rolled his free hand in the grease before slathering it down Artemis’s ass crack.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, though the answer was obvious. “Vincent?”

  “I’m sorry.” Tears formed in his dark brown eyes. “Honestly, I can’t stop it. I’m trying.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth, his finger entered her ass. One finger, then another. Together, they stretched her tight hole like an elastic band.

  Another finger. That made three. He fucked her with them while his other hand waved inside the relatively wide-open space of her pussy. God help her, it actually felt good!

  “How many fingers are you trying to fit?” she asked, making it sound like an idle question and not an abject plea. “Only, I’ve never done this before. Nothing even close.”

  “And you think I have?” Vincent cried, his voice rigid with desperation. “Holy fuck, what now?”

  His pinky finger curled against the others, and he began that corkscrew motion in her ass.

  “You’re not…”

  “I am,” Vincent said. “I’m sorry, Artemis. This isn’t me, I swear!”

  “I know, baby.” She tried desperately to lean forward and kiss his forehead, but the beast held her in place, ass perched at the edge of the table, palms flat behind her. “It’s not your fault.”

  Four fingers filled her hole, and she cried out before she could stop herself. One hand reached up from the table to cup her breast, pinch her nipple. The zaps of electric pleasure streaming from her tits definitely eased Vincent’s path.

  “That’s right,” she said, encouraging him. Before she knew what she was doing, her other hand found the back of his head and pulled it to her lonely breast. “Oh, Vince. That’s
wonderful.”

  He sucked her tit desperately while his fingers carved a path inside her. Her ass ring stretched for Vincent’s hand. It wasn’t until his knuckles brushed her gaping hole that she realized how deep he’d gone. It wasn’t her doing. She knew that much. Only the beast could open her body wide enough to fit one hand in her cunt and another in her ass, simultaneously. No human body could achieve a feat like this on its own.

  “Oh god.” Vincent’s voice filled with fear. “I can feel one hand with the other. I can feel them through… I don’t know! They’re almost touching. Did I break you?”

  “Not yet,” she told him, hoping that was true. She felt full and achy, spread unconscionably wide, but not split, not ruined. “You’re doing fine, Vince.”

  “I don’t want to be doing this at all!” He twisted his fist this way and that, making her asshole so huge she felt transported.

  She wasn’t on Earth anymore. This wouldn’t be possible, on Earth. One hand in her pussy, one hand in her ass? No human could achieve something so gruesome without the help of an otherworldly creature.

  Did that mean the beast was inside her? It obviously controlled her actions, and Vincent’s. Was the creature in her ass, stretching its elastic ring wide enough for her boyfriend’s son to shove his entire hand in there?

  “Oh, Vince…”

  “It’s not me,” he said, begging her to believe him. “These aren’t my hands.”

  They moved in her like sea life. Whole hands undulated in her pussy and her ass. Fingers touched fingers through the barely-there membrane that divided those two spaces. It was more than a body could bear. It elevated her spirit to a place she’d never been, and it brought her an orgasm that was peaceful, meditative, and silent.

  “Vince…” She ran her hand through his hair as he suckled. “I think I saw God.”

  Bowing away from her breast, Vincent gazed up at her. For a time, his eyes were his own. And then, for one brief, horrifying moment, they flashed red and Artemis saw the beast in its true form: a terrifying monster with skin like a snake and a face like a swamp. The smell that filled the room made Artemis so instantly nauseous that she started to heave. She could only thank the heavens she hadn’t eaten breakfast.

  As quickly as it appeared, the creature tore itself from Artemis. In one jarring slap, it left her flat on the table. Her pussy and her ass blazed like they’d been filled with hot pokers of the largest variety. When she realized she had control over her body again, she rolled toward the edge of the table, fully expecting to find her insides splashed across the kitchen floor.

  But her insides remained inside her. The only thing on the floor was Vincent, looking up like he’d been electrocuted.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, wincing with the pain between her legs.

  “No.” He gazed at his hands. “Are you?”

  She shook her head. “I feel like he tore me up down there.”

  “Like who did?” Vincent asked. “Who did that to us?”

  “Oh god.” Sliding off the table and into one of the vinyl chairs, she clutched her blazing abdomen. “I don’t know. I don’t who he is, or what. But he can jump into bodies.”

  “Obviously.” Cowering against the cabinet, Vincent looked up at Artemis apologetically. “Sorry. That came out ruder than I meant.”

  “It’s okay. I get what you’re saying.”

  Artemis’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged her naked body. Vincent pulled himself up and stood on trembling legs. “You look like death,” he told her. “Are you okay?”

  When she shook her head, tears streamed down her cheeks. “It hurts so much. It didn’t when you were in there, just your hands, but then the thing took over and the moment I saw it… I don’t know what happened. The pain is unbearable.”

  “Come on.” He offered his struggling, naked body as a support, and she let him help her out of the chair. “Let’s get you to bed.”

  A surge of raw guilt tunnelled up from between her legs. She’d taken advantage of the boy.

  “I lied before,” he said as he helped her up the stairs. “That actually was my first time. I lost my virginity to my father’s girlfriend. How fucked-up is that?”

  “No, no, no.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek. “It doesn’t count. It wasn’t real.”

  He cleared his throat, then said, “It sure felt real.”

  They didn’t talk much as he got her to bed. Wearing her robe to cover his nakedness, he brought her painkillers and a glass of water. She asked him for a warm washcloth, and he held it against the aching spot between her legs, caring for her like a nurse.

  But a nurse wouldn’t have carried that boy’s obvious guilt. The monster had reached inside him, too. It had shredded Vincent’s young heart.

  “We have to tell my dad about this.”

  “No, Vince.”

  He stared at the dark green cloth against Artemis’s aching mound. “Maybe he can stop it. Maybe he knows how.”

  Setting her hand on Vincent’s, she said, “It’s stronger than him. It’s stronger than everyone. And imagine how powerless your dad would feel if he knew all this was going on right under his nose.”

  “That’s true,” Vincent agreed. “He’d feel like it was his fault.”

  Artemis nodded as the looming blackness consumed her mind. “He doesn’t need to know…”

  Chapter Five

  “You were up early,” Budd called from the kitchen.

  “Yeah.” Artemis forced a chuckle. “Thought I’d give jogging a go. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

  She sped upstairs, and nearly screamed when she bumped into Vincent. “Jogging in your pyjamas, huh?”

  “Jesus, give me a heart attack, why don’t ya?” Grabbing his arm, she yanked him into the master bedroom, closing the door behind them. “I saw the monster last night. He was in the bedroom. I think I was asleep, or nearly asleep, but I could smell him, that awful swamp smell, and when I opened my eyes he was sitting on top of me, holding me down on the bed.”

  Vincent’s face fell. “What’d you do?”

  “Nothing, at first. I couldn’t move. He locked me on the mattress.” Artemis tore out of her pyjamas and threw on a T-shirt and track pants. After everything they’d been through together, changing in front of Vincent was the least of her concerns. “In my mind, I kept going, the power of Christ compels you. I couldn’t think what else to do. I couldn’t speak, but I commanded him to get off me.”

  “And that worked?” Vincent picked up her pyjamas and handed them to her.

  She hugged them to her chest. They smelled like sleep. “He was still around, I think, but as soon as I could move I got the hell out of here. Spent the night in my car.”

  “Jesus!”

  “I know.” Artemis tossed her pyjamas in the hamper. “It’s been over a week and nothing. What brought him back?”

  Vincent didn’t have any answers—only suggestions. “We have to tell my dad. This thing’s obviously out to get you.”

  Artemis relented. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know. I honestly think it would be better if I just left.”

  “Left?” Vincent’s brow knitted and he wore an instant scowl. “That would kill my dad. He loves you.”

  “I love him, too.” Artemis collapsed on the bed. “But, Vince, if I stay this thing will kill me… kill me for real.”

  Vincent cleared his throat. He obviously knew she wasn’t overreacting. After all, he’d experienced the creature’s power first-hand.

  “Vince?” Budd’s voice rang out from downstairs. “Time for work, kiddo. Let’s get a move on.”

  Opening the bedroom door, he slipped into the hall. Artemis followed him downstairs in her faux jogging outfit. When she spotted Budd in his sexy black jeans, she ran to him and threw her arms around his hulking chest. Out of nowhere, she started crying into his T-shirt, blubbering, “Oh Budd, I love you like crazy. You mean the world to me.”

  “Hey, hey!” Setting his thumb just below her ch
in, he nudged it upward to get a look at her. “What got into you, Artie? Nervous about seeing your first client in your new studio?”

  Shit! She’d forgotten about that. “Yeah, must be. I haven’t painted from life in ages.”

  “You’ll do great, babe.” He kissed her head and gave her a tight hug. “Call me if the guy gives you any trouble, okay?”

  “Oh, he’ll be fine,” Artemis said. “He sounded nice on the phone.”

  “Nice guys are the worst,” Vincent said, giving her a playful punch in the shoulder as his dad released their hug. “See ‘ya.”

  The moment those boys sped off, a cool breath kissed the back of Artemis’s neck. She raised her shoulders, trying to make that cold sensation go away, but it grazed across her skin like a frosty kiss. All the hairs on her arms stood on end, and no matter how much she rubbed them, they wouldn’t go back down.

  Artemis brewed a quick cup of tea and took it outside. She sat under the big tree in the front yard and sipped anxiously. Her client couldn’t arrive soon enough.

  When he drove up, right on time, she was struck by his raw, rugged handsomeness: tall, fit, dark-skinned, sexy as hell. “I’m Dafoe,” he said, offering his hand and a kind smile. “We spoke on the phone?”

  “Yes, yes.” Artemis left her mug on the ground and dusted off her clothes. “It’s great to meet you. Thanks for coming out.”

  “I love this part of town,” he said. “The houses are amazing. My partner and I tossed around the idea of moving here, but I don’t know if a historical neighbourhood with a lot of established families would take kindly to a gay couple.”

  “Hard to say,” she replied, honestly. “I only just moved in and I haven’t met the neighbours yet. We sort of keep to ourselves.”

  Dafoe cocked his head and gazed at her, like he was seeing more than she wanted to reveal. “Are you okay?”

  Artemis put on a fake smile. “Yeah, sure. Now where’s my portrait subject?”

  Her well-mannered client opened the trunk of his vehicle and brought out a stunning wolfish husky. The dog ran to her and licked her hands, giving itself over to being caressed. Its fur was soft as heaven, mostly white with patches of grey.