Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  At first she wondered if a runner had decided to take the alley back home, which is pretty common around here. But then she realized it sounded more like a large dog panting to regulate its body heat. She stops, her pretty hair swaying in a ponytail behind her as she looks around. "Hello?"

  No answer. She keeps walking, but only long enough to realize that she isn't only hearing her own footsteps anymore. She takes off running, her stilettos making it hard. She can finally see the back door, pushing her hand into her coat to grab her key, but her foot catches on something. She trips and falls, the world going black.

  When she wakes up, her eyes are blurry and her head is throbbing. Her hand rises to her scalp, where she finds bandages wrapped around the most painful spot on her skull. Blinking a few times to clear her eyesight, she looks around.

  She finds herself in a large library, filled with what looks like thousands of books. Shakily, she gets to her feet to examine the shelves. They're filled with classics, and medical books, as well as more modern technology manuals. Still too tired to really care why she's in this strange place, she grabs a book and takes it over to a blue chair in the middle of the room.

  She examines the cover. It looks like a romance novel, the kind her mom used to read when she was sober enough. From the first few pages, it seems old. The flowery language is a dead giveaway of the age of a romance. More modern stories tend to have abandoned that.

  Before Belle can really get into the meat of the story, she hears a knocking on the door across the room. Finally, the reality of her situation sets in, and she begins to wonder where she is and why she's here. Trying to remember what happened last night, all she can remember is giving that weird man a lap dance and some kind of dog following her home...

  The door opens a crack, a man peeking in on her. Seeing that she's awake, he steps into full view, and Belle gasps. "You!"

  Standing before her is Jack!

  "Don't you understand that no means no? Oh god... you didn't rape me, did you?"

  "No!" he steps toward her, ready to console her if needed, but she jumps up from the chair. With the blood loss, her body can't handle the sudden change in posture, and she falls to the ground. Holding her head up with a hand, she tries to control her dizziness. "Hang on, calm down! You fell and hit your head, and I brought you here to care for you! My dad was a surgeon, so I know a thing or two."

  "Right," she scoffs weakly. "You just happened across me while walking your dog, I suppose."

  She looks up just in time for a look of confusion to cross the man's handsome face. "I don't have a dog."

  "Well I've got to say, you pant like one."

  A sudden silence grows between them. He moves toward her again, but seeing her distrust of him, leaves the room instead.

  The only time Belle sees him again is at dinner time, when he brings in some food for her. A steak and potatoes, both made so well that Belle couldn't help but eat it. A few times she tries to find a way out of the library, but Jack has locked the door. She would scream and try to break the door down, but her head is still throbbing in pain. In the end, as the sun starts to go down, she decides to lay on the fluffy rug she woke up on. Before she falls asleep, she looks out the small window, too small for her body to fit through, and sees the full moon above her.

  Some time later, probably hours later, Belle wakes up to the sound of that panting again. "What the hell," she breathes quietly, sitting up and blinking to clear her eyes again. The throbbing in her head has died down, but changing position too quickly still makes her dizzy.

  She starts to look around the room for the source of the panting, sure that it sounds just like a dog. A growl in the corner of the room catches her attention, and she notices a large shadow and two glowing green eyes. "What the fuck!"

  A huge beast comes out from the shadowy corner, its fur standing on end to make him look larger. Suddenly, it bounds toward her, picking her up and slamming her against the wall. She tries in vain to push the beast away, but its hot mouth breathes down on her neck, sharp teeth nipping at her skin slightly.

  The beast shrinks in size slightly, revealing a more human form, totally nude. Before her terrified eyes, Belle watches as the beast transforms... into Jack! Though his body is now human, there's still wildness in his eyes, the same look he had as she ran from him at the club.

  Growling again, Jack presses her hard against the wall, biting her neck. "Stop!" she cries, struggling to slip her hands out from under his grip. He's too strong though, holding her pinned against the cold wall.

  His leg lifts up, pressing between her legs as his lips press against her quivering mouth. Whimpering against him, he kisses her passionately as his leg meets her mound. As it lifts up against her quim, she can't help but squirm against it, getting some pleasure from the terrifying situation.

  His breath is hot, too hot, against her pure skin. Jack's teeth, sharper than a human's should be, sink into her flesh. He doesn't break her skin, showing more strength of will than Belle would have expected from a beast. “Please,” she whines, turning her head away. “Just let me go.”

  His naked prick presses against her stomach, throbbing and large with need. Wiggling against her, he makes sure she feels it. The soft skin pressing against her dress, clear precum leaving a small stain on the fabric. With a growl, he grabs her hair, turning her around and pressing her tits and face against the wall. “Ow, ah! Let me go!”

  Belle can't tell if he doesn't understand her or doesn't care about her cries, but the roughness of his touch is turning her on in ways she's shamed to admit. Her heartbeat has quickened, her breathing shallow now with excitement. The animal-man lifts up the back of her skirt, revealing the same panties she was wearing when giving him a lap dance.

  He roughly grabs at her ass cheeks, spreading them and kneading into her flesh. One of his hands, with claws longer than most men have, grabs at his thick prick and slaps it against her ass cheek. With his other hand, his fingers probe her slit, alternately pressing against her clit and slipping into her hole. She whimpers again, this time with excitement.

  The soft skin of his dick slides up her slit, moving against her. His thickness presses against her clitoris, pressing her nub just hard enough to make her gasp and quiver. Drops of precum turn into a stream of the clear goo, lubricating her walls and his prick before he places the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Oh, god...” she moans, both in fear in longing. She presses her arms above her head to give her a better position for the fucking she's about to receive.

  The beastly man slams his cock into her, all the way in within a single second. The scream of pain that escapes her chest is high pitched, but doesn't stop Jack from fucking her fast and hard. After a few seconds and a few thrusts, Belle starts to really enjoy the feeling of his huge dick deep within her virginal pussy. Instinct kicking in, she presses against her arms to allow herself to move in time with him, her ass moving back as his cock moves forward.

  Each thrust gets him deeper and deeper into her velvety folds, each moan from her matched by a growl from him. He leans over her slender body and bites her shoulder, this time drawing some blood. But it feels good. It feels orgasmic as he's latched onto her with his mouth and fucking her from behind. The pure animal lust is building up in her, and she can feel herself getting closer to orgasm. “I'm gonna cum!”

  The animal-man grunts and pushes into her even harder, fucking her as fast as he can. His panting is loud, and hers is soft as they both writhe and move their bodies to reach the orgasm they need. His claws digging deep into her flesh, he pulls on her hair after letting go with his teeth. The maneuver allows him better control as he fucks her raw.

  His thighs slap against hers, her ass slaps against his stomach, and the sound of their fucking reaches a feverish pitch. Belle's moans turn into high pitched yelps as her tits swing wildly below her, and with one final push, Jack howls and lets loose a torrent of cum deep within her womb. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” She cries as her own orgasm hits her l
ike a train, her mind blacking out with the only thing visible to her are fireworks. The fire of orgasm courses through her entire body as her fingers and toes both flex and curl with each wave.

  The wildness in Jack's face washes away, and a look of abject horror replaces it. “I'm so sorry!”

  Without another word, the handsome man, still nude, runs from the library. Belle takes a moment to compose herself, enjoying the feeling of his cum leaking out of her pussy a bit. Pulling up her panties and pushing her skirt back down, she picks up her bag and checks to see if the man had locked the door.

  With relief, she finds the door is unlocked. She wanders around a bit, realizing the man lives in a huge mansion, empty and cold. Most rooms are covered with dust, like they haven't been touched in years.

  She finds the front door and, upon walking out, checks for the address. She pulls out a pen and a scrap of paper to write it down before tossing it in her purse. A nagging sadness for the man is pulling her to check back up on him tomorrow. With a sigh, she says farewell to her virginity and begins her walk home.

  Probed By Tentacles

  Monster Seductions

  Wren Winter

  As I walked past ice cream parlors, fast food places, and video game stores, I felt like any normal 18 year old girl does. I mean, that's all I ever knew. I had just gotten out of my first college class, and I was sure of my life goals and full of dreams I knew I'd attain. Yes, my first class firmly set into my mind what I wanted to be for the rest of my life: the housewife of a rich, powerful, loving, handsome husband!

  I stopped for a moment, giggling as I looked into the glass of a fashion boutique. My blonde hair, pulled up into two buns with plenty of hair hanging down from them, shifted gently in the wind. It's a childish sort of hairstyle that I've worn practically my whole life. I'd never cut it though. I wouldn't look like myself anymore!

  I straightened my back and pressed my shirt down. I tried to keep the smile on my face, because I knew my mom would be on my back about being too negative if I didn't. “I should try to get a dorm soon...” I mumbled to myself, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples before turning and starting to walk.

  I only got a few feet, though, before I bumped into something hard and fell to the ground. I opened my eyes with a flash of anger. Before me stood a tall man in a sharp suit and dark sunglasses with a smirk on his face. “You should watch where you're going. A girl like you should have more poise than that, or you'll never get a boyfriend.”

  “Why don't you watch where you're going instead of perving on younger girls, you creep!” Handsome or not, I wasn't about to let him be a jerk to me when I was having a good day. Taking a small step back, the man broke out into laughter, walking past me instead of offering to help me up. I practically growled I was so angry, and I contemplated running after him. Before I could, though, someone rushed out of the boutique.

  “Selene?!” A girl with short, wavy brown hair dashed over to my side, holding out her hand to help me up. “What happened?”

  “Oh, just some jerk bumping into me. Don't worry about it, Molly.” I smiled and took Molly's soft hand, bouncing as my feet met the cement. Brushing the dirt off from the back of my long, blue skirt, I gave my friend a hug. Molly was one of my best friends in high school, but instead of going to college like I did, she decided to help her mom run her clothing store. It had been a few weeks since we've seen each other.

  “Say, why don't you come in? I've been meaning to invite you over, my mom ordered this beautiful dress with you in mind!” Molly's smile was pure and joyful, inviting me to join her in the boutique.

  “Wow, really?” I said, breathless. I had been looking for a new dress, something to wear while out on fancy dates. I would need something if I wanted to snag a hot, rich guy! Passing through the door frame, I was met with the smell of a sweet, but not overbearing, perfume. The whole front room was full of beautiful clothes, imported from all over the world.

  Usually a store like this would be way too expensive for me, but Molly's mom always gave me an amazing discount for being Molly's best friend. I guess it pays to be nice!

  “Mom, Serena's here to see that dress!” Molly called. I looked around. The store was unusually empty.

  From behind the curtain that leads to the employee area, Molly's mom stepped forward. Her beautiful brown hair waved long down her back and curved around her body, dancing on her hips and shoulders. A gentle smile parted her red lips. I marveled at her beautiful makeup, always perfectly applied. “Serena!” She chirped, coming closer to us. “It's been too long.” She held out her arms and engulfed me in a warm hug, full of motherly love. “Come on, let me show you the dress. I saw it on the runway and it just screamed your name.”

  Placing her slender arm behind me, Molly's mother led both Molly and myself to the back. There, among folded clothes and bare mannequins, was one doll dressed in a beautiful gown. It had puffy shoulders that, though a bit outdated, were perfect on the dress. The bust was adorned with gold jewels and the empire waist gave the whole dress an air of elegance. My breath caught in my throat as I took the beautiful dress in, marveling at every seam and fold. It seemed to be made of a high quality silk.

  “If you like it, it's yours.”

  I turned to look at the older woman, my eyes wide and confused. “Mine” The word came out meek and quiet. Clearing my throat, I didn't think the word was ever audible. Molly's mother nodded.

  “I don't think I could bear to let anyone else wear it. It's yours.”

  Stepping toward the mannequin, I tentatively touched the gown. Hesitating, I turned again toward Molly's mother. She was nodding with a large grin on her face. I gulped and turned back to the dress.

  “In that case, I'll take it!”

  Lugging the large box that the dress had been folded into, I made my way home. There was homework to do and chores to complete, but the first thing I was going to do when I get home was try on this dress. “How lucky am I?” I asked myself, a goofy smile on my face.

  From a dark alleyway, I heard soft mewling. I almost just kept walking, but something in me forced me to peer down the alley, craning my neck to try and see better. It does no good, though. If I wanted to see what was going on, I'd have to step closer. The mewling got louder. Taking a tiny step, and then another, I crept up on a small kitten. It was lying flat on its back on top of a box, looking all skin and bones. Immediately, I realized I was going to have to take the kitten home and feed it if I wanted it to live.

  Biting my lip, I thought for a moment. In the end, my love of animals won out.

  “Come on, kitty,” I said softly. “Let's go home and get you some tuna.”

  I picked up the kitten with both hands, tenderly holding it so that it wouldn't end up getting injured from any sudden movement. Picking up its oversized head, it mewled at me before falling asleep. For a second I worried it had died, but its chest continued to rise and fall. I placed the small animal on top of my dress box and continued on my way home, only a few houses down from the alley.

  As soon as I got inside, after removing my shoes, I set down the box and took the kitten into the kitchen. I placed a plate of water next to its head and opened a can of tuna. I mashed it onto another plate. When I set the plate down, I saw the kitten was lapping up some water before turning its weak attention to the food.

  The change in the kitten after a few bites was almost miraculous. The kitten seemed to plump up within seconds. Once it had finished its first few bites, it turned to me and mewled, its eyes closing slowly in happiness. I smiled down at the small creature, petting its head. There was a small bald spot in the center of its forehead. “I'm going to go up to my room and try on my dress, kitty. I'll be back in a few. You keep eating!”

  I have always taken in a lot of animals. Birds, bunnies, kittens and dogs, if a little animal seemed hurt or in need of food, it was brought home. As I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, I briefly thought that this might be the first one I could kee
p as a pet. Something about the kitten just felt right to me.

  Taking the top off the box, I once again marveled at the beautiful dress. As I slipped off my skirt and top and let the gown slide over my head down to my hips, I was too busy to notice the kitten come in through my partially open door. My brother was away at college, so there wasn't much of a reason to be shy.

  I looked at myself in my full length mirror, in awe of how grown up and proper the dress make me look. It was almost as if I were someone else, someone from a different era. My hands ran up and down the silk fabric, watching it shine.

  “It looks quite good on you,” came a voice from behind me. It sounded female, young and... strangely British. Spinning to see whoever it was, I found no one there. I flicked my eyes back and forth, paranoia creeping up on me. Was my house haunted?

  “I'm down here, dear.”

  My eyes fell. Before me sat only the kitten I had saved, the bald spot on its forehead shining. Taking a step back, I felt myself press against my vanity.

  “You can talk?!” I screamed.

  “Well, yes, I suppose I can. My name is Diana.”

  I felt suddenly dizzy. A talking cat. I picked up a talking cat. Great. This is exactly what my life needed. It's not like I just wanted to be normal or anything. Why didn't life ever take my wants into account?

  “Selene!” A small paw papped against my face in an attempted slap. I was on the floor, Diana standing on top of me. “Oh good, you're awake.”

  I sat up, rubbing my head where I must have hit it on the ground. I guess I fainted. Trying my hardest to come to terms with this situation, I eyed the cat with suspicion. “Why can you talk?”

  The cat gave me a long look, then turned to walk a few paces away. Turning to face me again and sitting, she regarded me sternly. “Many thousands of years ago, I was your guardian. I watched over you as you served and protected Earth.” She paused, looking out to the moon that was now a crescent. It had gotten dark. “But something happened, I don't know what. And now you and I and all the other soldiers who served with you have been reborn.”