Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  When I opened my eyes and looked down, I gasped, and the gasp turned into a hungry, anguished moan. I could see him moving inside me, see the outline of his member. It had to be some kind of magic. I felt like light was rolling through me, setting all my nerves on fire, and spilling out my fingers and toes. My body clenched, my pussy trying to seize the hard rod inside me and failing as he thrust through it anyway. What I thought was the peak was just another plateau and the sensation built even higher and higher, until my back arched and I clawed at the mattress and dug my heels into it, lifting my sex to receive him, screaming each time he bottomed out and drew back.

  I thought I was going to die, that my heart would just stop, but it kept on. A wave of raw sensation tore through me and I thrashed under the dragon’s belly, clawing at him with my fingernails. My mind and body were no longer one, and I lived in a perpetual haze of sensation. I realized with a start that he was pulling out, that the huge cock was sliding out of me. I put my hand between my legs and was almost surprised to feel my pussy, a little swollen and dripping with cum so hot it nearly burned. The dragon grunted over me, pelting me with the stuff. It landed on my thighs and belly and even on my back as I rolled onto my side, trying to control my quivering limbs. I gasped for breath, hugging myself as if I could keep the warmth in forever.

  He licked me, his tongue sweeping up my side, tasting his own seed, but he nudged me, too, rolling me onto my belly. As I flopped over he dragged me by the legs into the middle of the mattress and ran his tongue up the crack of my ass, over the tight knot of muscle between my cheeks. My head lifted up and my eyes shot open. I turned over my shoulder to see his still hard cock coming at me.

  “Wait! Wait!”

  I remembered what I said to him on the phone. Whether I wanted it or not. I wanted to play at resisting him but the impulse was too strong. My lust made me raise my hips, lift my ass up for him as he came over me as a horse mounts a mare and the thick head of his cock pushed between my cheeks. Twisting to look over my shoulder, I could see it, too huge, pushing into me. Again he rested his weight on me, pinned me on the mattress in a puddle of drool and cum and juices, and thrust his dragon cock deep into my ass.

  He wasn’t as gentle as before. The heat and tightness drove him and I felt myself clench around him, the exquisite pain drawing a scream from me at the very start. His cock slid in a thick, hot mixture of drool and cum and rammed into me, and I gripped the end of the mattress and screamed into it, the plastic wrapping fogging around my face. Through my fear and the pain I felt something else, a terrible, tingling fullness that made me rise up. I heard him grunt as he felt me move. I wouldn’t just lie there and take it, I would show him I wanted it. I lifted up on all fours, on my hands and knees and arched my back, leaning back, pushing until I’d taken all of it.

  Grunting, snorting, struggling to keep control of himself, the dragon’s haunches closed around my ass as his cock buried itself in me to the root, and I felt him fighting the urge to just fuck me through the floor, to move slowly, and he was losing. When he came on me he pushed me down until I was pinned under the mattress beneath him, my arms out in front of my head, and he thrusted hard, driving into me. Each sudden burst of sensation drove me wild and I twisted and jerked under him until I forced my arm down under my body and somehow slid a finger into my pussy, like a trickle amid the flood. His thrusts ground my clit into my hand as I opened my ass for him, and I realized I was wailing. I couldn’t believe someone hadn’t found us. It must have been his magic.

  He crushed me, mattress and all, in his huge arms, each as thick as my body, and his needy thrusts slowed, the cock remaining buried deep inside me, impaled in my ass. I would have given the world for another to slide into my pussy at the same time. I felt so used, so full. Every inch of me was shaking. I couldn’t stop my jaw from quivering, couldn’t form words, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

  This was just too much. Then there was more. His too-long tongue slid around my throat and the tip pushed into my mouth. I sucked the tip of his tongue in time with his deep, slow thrusts, hugging myself until I thought my ribs would crack. I was sodden with sweat, with his issue. It was everywhere, in my hair, all over my back and belly. I felt like I’d forgotten what it was not to know this feeling. I thought I was melting.

  He grunted, an animal bark that shook my body, and I realized what was coming. I felt it when he had his release, when the first explosion of hot cum loosed inside me. He didn’t pull out. It filled me and sluiced back out around his cock, pouring over my legs, and then another burst came. I felt so hot and full, the heat like a fever, like a humid summer day. My eyes were open because I couldn’t close them. I’d lost control again, my muscles wrenching themselves out of my mind’s grasp. I quivered, and every breath came out as an agonized moan. I lacked the strength to scream.

  I felt like I’d burst when the peak came, and I curled up, or tried to. He was finally drawing out of me slowly, so not to hurt me, and there was still more of his seed pouring into me. When he let the mattress flop to the ground, it puddled around me, and a thick spurt covered the backs of my legs as he drew out. He stepped back on all fours, flapping his wings to steady himself, and the cold rush of air over my sticky body made me quiver and twist some more. I rolled onto my side, feeling so full and yet so empty, lying in a thick puddle. I lifted my hand, watching it slide through my fingers, and my arm dropped down. I tried to sit up but lacked the strength, and when I tried to prop myself up on my arms, I lacked the strength for that, too.

  Slowly, I rolled out of the puddle, trying to pull my hair away from my eyes. I had to struggle to breathe, and went limp. Sleep rolled over me like a train, and I passed out, the darkness sudden and sharp and total.

  I woke up in bed.

  I was clean. My hair was wet, but with warm water, and I smelled of soap. I lay in the fetal position, wrapped up in a robe and half of my towels and covered in blankets and I was still shivering. I wanted desperately to sleep, but I knew I had to stay awake. I smelled something tangy and knew Max was there. Just Max, no monster.

  Except he was the monster. My monster.

  He slid his arm under me and propped me up and my head fell against his chest. He was dressed simply, just jeans and a t-shirt over his bulging chest, and he held a cup of warm red liquid to my lips. I pulled back a little.

  “Blood?”

  “No,” he sighed, “Tomato soup.”

  I tasted it, glad for the warmth, and quickly realized I’d drained the whole thing. The warmth seemed to vanish when the soup touched my lips. He had more, bowls of it.

  “I’d try stew but I don’t think you’d keep it down.”

  I wanted to talk, but he kept feeding me, pouring the soup down my throat until it I could feel actual warmth from it, even if I was shivering so hard I could barely form a word. I felt full but felt no heat, and so he helped me lie back down on the bed and pulled the blankets up around me, and dragged an old space heater into the room and set it up beside the bed. I tried to speak to him, tried to sit up.

  “Don’t,” I managed, then a moment later, “Leave.”

  “I won’t.”

  I fell asleep again.

  The next time I woke up, it was like every hangover in the world had pushed their way into my skull. My head was pounding and I felt a yawning hollow in my belly, a need to eat that went beyond merely being called hungry. I tried to stand up but my legs just refused to move, though I could feel them, and after sitting up for a minute I was exhausted. Max hurried into the room and propped me up against his chest again, and this time fed me some kind of hot cereal that was bland and lumpy. I felt the warmth from it this time, and after a few bowls I could nearly sit up.

  “More.”

  “Not yet. I want you to keep it down this time.”

  This time? I didn’t remember anything. I didn’t remember him lowering me back into the bed. By the time I was asleep, it had already happened.

  Again I woke up, and this ti
me sat up on my own. I merely felt exhausted now, and when Max carried in the tray of food, I thought it was a joke- eggs, piled up meats, toast, a bowl of soup, a glass of every type of juice I had in the fridge and a quart of milk. I never thought I would be able to eat all that until I started, and half of it was gone before I gulped down the cranberry juice in a single chug and started on the rest.

  By the time I was done, I was so full I thought I would puke, and I was drinking the milk straight from the carton. I was still dying of thirst, and when he offered it I took the bottle of orange juice and guzzled it, finally stopping to breathe.

  “How long have I been out?”

  “Four days.”

  I nearly spat out the juice. “What?”

  “It took a lot out of you.”

  “Of me? I’ve never seen that much-”

  “Beside the point,” he said, quickly. “That was for your benefit, not mine. I was the one taking, not the one giving. I drank too deeply. You would have let me kill you if I hadn’t stopped myself when I did.”

  “How did I get here?”

  “I brought you home and cleaned you up. I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

  I fell back against my pillows, and took a great gulping swig of juice. “So, was it good for you?”

  “Elizabeth…”

  “Because I liked it.”

  I rested my hand on my stomach as if I could still feel him inside me. “It was bliss.”

  “Elizabeth, look at this.”

  He held up a small mirror from my bathroom, and I sat up. My hair was black, jet black, and hung perfectly straight. I ran my fingers through it, blinking, and then I noticed my eye. My left eye had turned red- not from bleeding, the iris itself was crimson. I let my hair fall over it and shuddered, looking at Max. His eyes weren’t like that.

  They flashed, turning into crimson slits, then changed back. “I know how to hide it.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’re turning. One woman in a thousand can turn. Every time I couple with you, it will get worse. Too many times, or if we go too far, you’ll change. Become like me. A demon.”

  “That doesn’t sound so-”

  He scooped me out of the bed in both arms, and I yelped. He carried me to the window.

  “Look out the window. What do you see?”

  I glanced out through the glass. It was a normal day- children running up the sidewalk, a woman pushing a child in a stroller, a few older boys chatting with each other as they walked.

  “People?”

  “I see food,” said Max. “They’re all just food to me.”

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “I could have killed you,” he said, lowering me back onto the bed.

  “I know. I could feel it. You wanted to just fuck and fuck until there was nothing left of me, until I was totally used up. I could feel it the whole time.”

  The way I said it, it made it sound magical. It felt that way.

  “Doesn’t that scare you?”

  “No, because you didn’t. You made me feel good. You wanted me to feel good.”

  “I… damn it, Elizabeth. This is it. This was the last time.”

  I brushed my fingers through my hair and stretched. “You’re lying. You can’t stay away any more than I could refuse you.”

  He clenched his fists. “If you turn, it’s the end of your life. You’ll have to feed, to fuck people constantly to survive. Everything you know and care about now will be a distant memory.”

  “I can live with that.”

  “Whatever you think you feel about me will be gone, too. I’ll just be another predator. At best you’ll see me as a threat to your territory. You’ll be vulnerable. Young phages are the weakest, the most easily manipulated, and there are other things that feed on us. I can’t let that happen to you.” I drank the rest of the juice carton and pitched it at him.

  “You can’t take this away from me, Max. You can’t. You don’t want it to end, either. I felt it last… whenever. There was something inside you besides lust. You wanted me to like it.”

  “I’m leaving,” he said, sharply. “Get some sleep, you should be fine in a few hours. Don’t call me, I won’t come back.”

  I rolled onto my side. “You’re lying.”

  My apartment door slammed shut.

  Chapter Three

  It took me over a week to get back to writing. It took me three days after Max left to get up again, on top of days drifting in and out of consciousness, living on soup. I have an unusual relationship. My boyfriend, if I can call him that, is a demonic shape-shifting monster, and every time I’m with him it drains some of my soul away. I’m fairly unique, in that if I lose my soul I won’t just die. I’ll turn and become like him. Being with him is killing me. Being without him would be worse.

  I can’t stop.

  Working in bed was the only way I managed. I limped into my living room and picked up my laptop and curled up in bed with it, lit only by the glow of the screen. The words flowed naturally to me. They always tell you to write what you know, and now I no longer had to imagine being used by a werewolf or a dragon. I’d experienced it first hand. The first time Max came to my apartment, I told him I wanted to be fucked by the big bad wolf, and he was happy to oblige. That wasn’t enough. I told him I wanted to be taken by force and without warning by a dragon, and I got what I wanted. It kept me bedridden for days, but it was bliss. The thought of being so thoroughly used by him made me squirm and rub my thighs together, and it flowed into my writing. I think the story I was finishing then was my best work.

  When it was done I put the computer away and laid in bed, my head turned. I looked at my sideways reflection in the mirror and wondered how I was going to go outside again. My hair was jet black and my left eye was red in the iris, the pupil a slit like a cat’s. Max said it would go away, but only if I wasn’t with him anymore. If he came to me again I would become a pale skinned creature, a thing like him that has to draw on the lust of human beings to survive. I was scared, but what scared me most was that I thought I might like it. I picked up the phone.

  Max answered my call immediately. “No, Elizabeth.”

  “On more time,” I pleaded, breathless. I shuddered at the sound of my voice. I sounded coquettish, breathy, without meaning to. Was I turning into a monster already?

  “I’m not going to do that to you.”

  “You can’t resist,” I said, tracing my hand over my stomach as if he could see me. My voice turned into artful sighs, thick with seduction. “I know you want it.”

  “Elizabeth, stop it.”

  “I’ve had a dragon and a werewolf,” I said, my laugh coming out husky and heavy. “I want tentacles next.”

  I was greeted only by silence for a while, and then he hung up.

  After I tossed the phone across the room I rolled over on my side. I was like an addict, just told I’d had my last fix. I hugged my pillow to my chest and tried to remember what it was like to feel warm. I was afraid my computer would overheat, it was so hot in the apartment, but it never seemed to sink in, to get into my bones. I pulled my blankets up to my neck and pushed my eyes shut, but sleep wouldn’t come.

  There was a knock at my door. I got up, moving slowly through my apartment, dressed only in an old shirt that hung down just past my hips, barely covering me. If I stretched, I would be indecent. I looked through the peephole, and there he was. Max.

  When I opened the door, he took his hat off -he always dressed like it was the fifties, like he didn’t really get fashion- and stepped inside, and I pushed the door shut behind him.

  “Are we going to do it?”

  “I’m here to talk you out of it.”

  I folded my arms under my chest. “You can’t take it away from me, Max.”

  “I shouldn’t have come back,” he sighed, leaning on my kitchen counter. “You don’t know what you’ll lose if if I go too far with you.”

  “I don’t care.”

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��You feel cold, don’t you?”

  I shivered. “Yes.”

  “It’s like that all the time, unless you’re in the act, having sex with someone. Draining them.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You won’t be interested in me anymore. I won’t be able to satisfy you no matter what I do.”

  “Yes, I will, besides-”

  “You’ll kill.”

  I shuddered. “What?”

  “I’ve been this way for a long time. I don’t even remember how it started. When I was young, I couldn’t help it. I’d like with a woman, and she’d beg and plead with me not to stop, until she was gone. I still have their memories rattling around in my head, taunting me for what I did to them. It took me years of effort to learn to feed without killing my partner. I don’t want to do that again. I don’t want you to go through it.”

  “Isn’t it my decision?” I said, touching his arm. I ran my fingers through my hair. It had never been so shiny and silky before. “What if I like it?”

  “You have to make a deal with me,” he said.

  “Anything.”

  He smirked. “I’ll be whatever monster you want for tonight, but I want to have you as I am before we finish. Agreed?”

  “Agreed.”

  He touched my chin, just brushed it with his thumb, and it sent a jolt through me, a wave of heat that made me rise up on my tip-toes and grin stupidly. I squeezed my legs together, realizing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I was already wet.

  “Go back in the bedroom. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  I wandered back into my room, walking funny with an exaggerated sway of my hips, and swung the door shut. I peeled all the sheets of my bed except for the bottom and balled them up in the corner of the room, then flopped back on it, spread eagle. The thought of him walking in the room and seeing my pussy between my spread legs, my mound lifted up to meet him, made me even hotter and I hugged myself, thinking about what he would do to me.