The meeting was at a restaurant, downtown, a pretty swanky place. I took a seat at one of the cast iron tables on the sidewalk and waited, flipping at my scarf and twisting the saucer under my coffee cup back and forth. My stomach was quivering and I was terrified I might actually have to eat. I watched all of the arriving customers intently, trying not to stare. I felt a little self-conscious about it and looked out across the street instead. When I looked back to the hostess’ station, there was a tall man, all in black, speaking to her. She blushed and tittered into her fingertips and looked at me. The tall man nodded and said something to her that made her knees buckle, and headed for me.
“Elizabeth?” he said as he reached the table.
I leapt to my feet and thrust out my hand. He was a good foot taller than I was, powerfully built even beneath a heavy overcoat that he was presently removing and resting on the chair next to me. He had jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, like little pieces of the sky. He took my hand and grasped it sharply, pumped it once, and released it. My heart skipped a beat at the touch.
“I’m so eager to work with you,” he said, lowering himself into the seat. “I’ve already begun shopping your book proposal to a few publishers. There was some real excitement.”
I bobbed in the seat and clasped my hands in front of my chest. “Great!” I beamed.
He spread his fingers in warning. “Now, let’s not get too excited. You have to finish it, first.”
I took a sip of coffee. My hand was trembling. The waitress bustled up to the table and we ordered. She spent most of the time staring at him.
“Mister Farshaw,” I said, “I-”
“Please. Max.”
“Max, I can’t tell you how exciting this is. I can’t believe anyone even called me back.”
“I can. This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?”
I blushed and shrugged, looking away. His gaze was so intense. “No. I, um, write… erotica.”
He smiled thinly, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Do you, now. What kind?”
“Um,” I said, “the kind with sex.”
“Oh, but there’s so many kinds,” he said, drumming his fingers on the table. “Monsters?”
“Yes,” I said, sheepishly. “All kinds of perverted stuff.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he said as he slipped his gloves off to eat, “I’m sure you do.”
I flinched, staring at him wide-eyed. Was he flirting with me? He caught my gaze in his and I felt the weight of it settle on me, and I felt myself stir. He smiled a real smile, flashing some teeth. His teeth were very white and looked sharp.
“Tell me about yourself. What did you do before you became a writer?”
“I was a teacher,” I said. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought about going to nursing school… I wanted to help people,” I sighed.
“You do,” said Max. “Giving people release and an outlet for the fantasies is important. I’m sure you know that.”
“I never really thought about that,” I said softly. “I guess it’s true.”
“You like that, don’t you? Knowing people are aroused by your work. You must.”
I coughed a little. “Well to be honest, yeah. I guess I do. I don’t feel like such a weirdo. I mean, I’ve always liked the monster stuff… I figured if I like to read it, why not try writing it? It was a huge surprise when it started to take off.”
He nodded. “What’s your favorite? Monster I mean.”
The food arrived, and I waited, pointedly, until the waitress was out of earshot.
“I like werewolves,” I said, almost in a whisper. “Dragons, too. The other monsters are fun, but… the power, and the, uh, the size. I like that.”
He nodded. “I’ve read some of your work, you know. It was bold to mention your pen name in your cover letter, but it helped me see the potential is there. The sample chapter you sent out is good, but it’s tough to break into this business.”
I nearly choked on my sandwich. “Oh,” I managed to cough out. “You’ve read it, huh.”
“Yes. You have a vivid imagination. There’s a kind of… aggression to it all I found fascinating. I don’t read much erotica.”
The rest of the meal went by quickly. It was mostly Max speaking, me listening. He told me about how the process worked, about how I was months way from getting paid even when I finished the manuscript and it was accepted and probably years away from seeing the book in print, but I didn’t mind any of that. I was thrilled at the idea of a book with my real name, published and on shelves in stores and in people’s houses. I’d dreamed of that since I was a little kid.
“Enough shop talk,” he said, finally. “I was wondering if you’d like to meet with me later. In a less professional capacity.”
My eyes widened and I nearly dropped my fork. I wasn’t really expecting that. A dozen thoughts raced through my head. Do I have to fuck him to get my book published? Did he set this whole thing up for… he couldn’t have, he didn’t know what I looked like. The picture I used for my author profiles didn’t show my face. I thought about it for a second, trying not to be too obvious about looking him over. He was attractive, and drumming his fingers on the table.
“Sure,” I said, bouncing a little in my seat.
He smiled. “Good. I’ll be by around eight. Is that alright?”
I nodded. He stood up and I jumped up, too, and shook his hand again. This time, his grip lasted a little longer, and he looked into my eyes. Just for a second, his pupils contracted, slitting like a cat’s. I blinked and shook my head. He looked at me strangely.
“Is something wrong?”
I must have imagined it. A trick of the light. It was bright outside, despite the winter chill. “N-no. Eight o’clock, right?”
He nodded, grinning, and dropped a stack of bills on the table. “Eight. I’ll see you then.”
I sat down in the chair and finished the last few bites of my clubs sandwich. I looked around, but Max was gone, like he’d stepped into thin air. I saw that the bill was paid, realized I definitely didn’t need to add to the tip, and started on my way home. I watched the streets slide by in the cab, giddy with excitement the whole way. I was going to be a real author! I had a date!
As I walked into my apartment, it felt like I was floating. I ended up flopping down on the same chair, breathing heavily with excitement. When I finally calmed down, I glanced at my phone. I had hours to get ready, so I decided to put the finishing touches on my latest story. I’d send it out to the cover artist I was working with later. The process of finishing up was a bit more sedate, and I focused on getting the details right as I segued out of the sex scene and into the denouement. In finished it in a couple of hours, and saw it was probably time to get ready to meet Max again.
The pantsuit wouldn’t do. I freshened up and changed into a black cocktail dress. It was cold outside, so I draped a long wool coat over the chair by the front door and waited, pacing back and forth and looking the mirror to check my makeup, wondering if I’d overdone it. The buzzer went off at five minutes to eight, and I jumped out of my skin before I ran to the door.
“Hello?”
“It’s me,” said Max, his voice tinny and distorted. “Can I come up?”
“Of course!”
I waited until I heard a knock at the door and opened it. He was in a different suit, black silk with a cream-colored shirt and a dull brown tie, with a silver pin in the shape of a wolf’s head. Something about that tickled the back of my mind. I smiled.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, plucking his hat from his head. “Mind if I come in?”
“Sure.”
I stepped out of the way, suddenly realizing my apartment was a mess. He looked around and shrugged, smiling to himself. “Small, but homey. Nothing like my place.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Small, huh?”
“I meant no offense.”
“So, where are we going?”
“Going? Ah. Where wo
uld you like to go?”
An alarm bell went off in my head. There was something weird about this. He settled his hands on my shoulders, and I blinked. His eyes shifted, the blue catching the light in a funny way, so they looked almost green, his pupils sliding down into little slits before they snapped back to normal.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured, “and it excites you.”
I was nervous, and it was a little exciting. Dangerous men weren’t usually interested in a woman like me. “Uh, yeah, I guess, I…”
I was blushing like a schoolgirl. “So your place is bigger than this, huh?”
“A little.”
“Would you like something to drink, or…?”
“That’s alright.”
He loomed closer to me, and I backed up against the door. A little wave of panic rippled through me, and I bit my lip. His eyes did that thing again, and I was sure it wasn’t in my imagination.
“This is going to sound really weird,” I said, nervously. “But what are you?”
He grinned, a feral grin. “I’m the big, bad wolf.”
I trembled. My hand started to drift from my side. I eyed the block of knives I kept on the kitchen counter even as he leaned forward, slipping a powerful arm around my waist. I yelped as he pulled me close and with a heave of his legs, lifted me right up off the floor and rammed his mouth to mine. My eyes shot open, locked on his. They were slitted like a cat's and glinting between a hundred different colors. He lowered me to my feet and before I even knew what was happening, I was kissing him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He broke from the kiss and let me gasp for air, shaking.
“Do you know what an incubus is,” he said, stroking fingers through my hair.
“A demon that feeds on women,” I said, “through sex.”
He grinned again.
I tried to push away. “No!”
“Hush now,” he said, touching his hand to my throat. I felt my heart slow, even as my nipples strained at my bra and my panties started to moisten. “I don’t need all that you have, just a taste. I promise you’ll like it.”
My jaw worked soundlessly for a second. “Okay,” I breathed.
He guided me through the kitchen, towards the bedroom. It was almost like dancing. I kicked my shoes off on the way. Without them he was even taller than I was, looming over me. He pushed me onto the bed, pulled off his jacket, and undid his tie. I wanted to scream, to run, to do something, but a greater part of me wanted to see what was under that cream-colored silk. He obliged, tossing his tie aside as he undid it.
I was on my feet, burying my face in his neck, kissing the soft skin. I took over for him, undoing the buttons, working my way down, until I spread it over his broad chest and kissed my way to his nipple, sucking as he did the rest. He shrugged out of the shirt and my hands roamed over his body, feeling the rippling muscles of his back before plunging under the fabric of his pants. His ass flexed in my hands, like a pair of boulders, and I pressed myself up onto the balls of my feet to get closer to him. He pushed me down and I landed on the bed with a grunt. I sat up, not caring as the straps of my dress slid down over my shoulders, while he undid his pants.
His cock fell out, and I gasped. He was huge. I knew what a heroine in one of my stories felt like, now. I touched it, tentatively, and even half-hard couldn’t wrap my fingers around the shaft all the way. I felt him throb in my hand and harden, rising, as he stepped out of his shoes and pressed forward. Unable to control myself I lifted the tip and took the broad head in my mouth. My eyes rolled back and I moaned. I’d never had anything like it. Musky and salty, velvety soft and rock hard, pulsing as it engorged and grew under my touch. I used both hands, bobbing my head and wetting him with my spit.
He put his hand on the top of my head and knotted his fingers in my hair, holding me as he pumped into my hands and mouth. I put my hands on his hips and pulled, urging him to push into my throat, moaning as I did. It was glorious. I pulled back, brushing his hand away, and a thin streamer of spit connected his tip to my lower lip. I saw a pearly bead form at the tip of his cock and grabbed the shaft, dipping my head to nip it off with the tip of my tongue, my eyes locked on his.
“You are a rare creature,” he murmured, caressing the back of my head. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice raw and throaty. “I want more.”
I leaned in, ready to take him again, but he pulled back. “Just a taste, now. Stand up.”
I bounced to my feet, standing proud with my chest our, presenting myself to him. He looped his fingers under the straps of my dress and pulled down. The fabric strained over my breasts until they bounced free, and then more easily pulled down to my waist. Max slid his hands up my arms to my shoulders, and then leaned into kiss me, hot lip sand hot breath on my throat. I moaned as he kissed down my neck and along the top of my chest as he moved his hands around behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I felt the spring as it lost its tension and Max dipped down into a crouch, grabbed me with both arms, and pushed me up onto the bed. He seized my dress, yanking it down as he pulled the bra away. I playfully covered myself, giggling as he grabbed my wrists and wrestled my arms away so that he could take my nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard it almost hurt.
He moved lower, his mouth moving wetly over my ribs. I knotted my hands in his hair and tried to push him lower, force his head down between my legs, but he went slower, torturing me with his soft kisses and licks. He pushed me further up onto the bed and rested on my legs, pinning me down, as he ran his mouth over my navel and down my belly. With every passing inch my anticipation grew, my stomach fluttering under his touch as his hands roamed over my body.
His arms hooked under my thighs and lifted me up. The blood rushed to my head, but I didn’t care, as he was pressing his face into my sex, his lips on my pussy, his tongue pressing inside, licking up the slit and over my clit. I hugged myself and twisted, moaning sharply. He made small humming sounds, the vibration carrying through his jaw into my body, and I gasped, my head lifting up off the bed. I tried to turn, to move him with my legs. I wanted to roll over and offer myself, invite him to mount me right then, but he resisted, pressing me down with his hand on my belly, his eyes locked on mine, flashing iridescent eyes slitted like a cat’s. His tongue pressed too far in, writhing and hot and too thick, but I didn’t care.
I grabbed handfuls of sheet and bucked explosively against him, the sensation as he hummed and probed me with his tongue and licked my most sensitive spots ripping away my self-control. I was screaming and begging, begging him to stop and not to, to keep going and to give me more. Finally, he dropped me, letting me bounce on the bed with a yelp. I kicked my feet playfully as he crawled up over the bed, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach.
Under him, I rolled over, pressing my back into his chest as he mounted me. His dick sought me like a missile and when the tip touched the lips of my pussy it was like my body yanked him inside, hot and wet, and I pushed back, undulating under him, rubbing my ass against his belly. He fell on top of me, pinning me down, and rolled his arms under me, under my belly and around my throat, and with an animal growl surged forward, lunging into me. I saw stars, and was briefly aware of some pain before I was overwhelmed by the fullness. I writhed in his grasp, spreading my legs to invite him deeper, sliding my sweat-slick body against his as if I could become totally one with him.
His lips were on my throat, his teeth tugging at my ear. I went limp on the bed, overwhelmed. The whole bed was shaking, jerking from side to side with the power of his thrusts, a quick withdrawal followed by an almost angry invasion. His cock was huge and slick and slid in and out, in and out, the loud, wet slapping as he ravaged me drowned out by my moans.
His voice in my ear was a growl, harsh and guttural. “Is it the wolf you want?”
“Yes,” I breathed, gasping for air between sharp cries of pleasure.
I thought I’d lost my mind. I felt him move, shift. His chest expanded, deepened, and I felt
the fur spring from it, a dark blue-black the same as his hair. His arms elongated and wrapped around me harder, and I felt claws on my skin, drawing thin red scratches without drawing blood. He pulled me onto my side, rolling, and used his muscular legs, now covered in thick fur, to pin me to him, his thrusts slow and deep. I heard a series of cracks and pops as his face elongated, fangs springing up inside.
“Mine,” he snarled, his voice deep and distorted by the canine fangs I felt slide against my skin.
I knew what was happening, and the thought of it drove me even wilder. His cock widened and lengthened, pressing deep inside me, barely moving but throbbing and furnace hot, almost to the point of hurting but not quite. A dull haze fell over me, a perpetual peak that grew only more unbearably wonderful as the knot started to grow. He gave me a final, sharp thrust that made my eyes fly open wide, and closed his jaws around my neck, holding me in place, the fangs pressed to my jugular on the edge of breaking the skin. I couldn’t struggle, I could barely breathe.
I whimpered as the base of his dick began to widen, like fingers clenching into a fist. The thick ball of it sank into me, forcing the tip of his cock even deeper as it locked us together. It got deeper and deeper, each tingling, pulsing expansion driving a moan from my lips. It was so hot, and pulsing, throbbing. I felt like I was full of light, like it was spilling out of my fingertips. My toes cracked from curling, and my nipples were so hard they hurt.
He came. I felt the gush inside me, actually felt it, even hotter than his cock. There was so much it sluiced its way through me and slid out over my thigh, so hot it almost stung. I gasped. I couldn’t take it anymore. Being imprisoned this way, his massive arms locked around me and his fangs on my throat, being unable to move only made it worse. I thought I was exploding. My whole world was a single tight, white point, and then it unfolded. I could move my hips and my legs and they kicked and I pushed against him, grinding the knot inside me. I peaked and went limp, but it wouldn’t stop, building again, making me moan. Max released me, snarling, and pillowed my head on his arm. He ran his tongue over my throat and my chin, hot and sticky.
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