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.

  I’d never felt more red then at that moment, his crass words making my skin blush and tingle as I begged for his touch with my body. I didn’t speak, but I tried to get closer to him, that tight hold on my thighs doing nothing to meet my desires.

  He took his time, though, operating on his own schedule. He dipped his face to my quim, nuzzled his nose to its glossy folds and savoured the scent before he looked back up over my body, betwixt of the twin mounds of my breasts to meet my gaze. “You’ll never doubt my word again, will you?” But he didn’t wait for an answer before he pushed up and lashed me across my two thighs. “Will you?”

  “No!” I cried out of frustration and arousal, my pelvis lifting to meet his mouth, begging for his kiss upon my sex. I wanted it more than anything in the world and I would do anything for it. “Please, no, never!”

  Kneeling on the bed, he watched me writhe before him. He had always been so loving, so tender, so desirous of me. But as I gazed up at him then I saw the authority, the command in his presence. That hard washboard body of his on full display as he pried my thighs open.

  “I chose you,” he said to me, scratching his nails along my soft inner thighs. “But you made me very sad at first with your denial.” He trailed the tendrils of his weapon over my sex, “your stubbornness. That was very bad of you, Rita.” He explained it all so calmly, the threat of that leather present the whole while.

  “How was I to know? To understand?” I pleaded with him, because I still didn’t understand. Not fully. I’d never believed in anything outside of the tangible, and he was something else altogether. He was something mystical, and terrifying, and enchanting all at once. He was someone I could want, and desire, unlike any human.

  With my thighs pressed apart, my soft inner flesh so vulnerable, he continued to trail that weapon along my sensitive skin. “I want something more for you, Rita. Something more for us.” With a swift strike he hit me with the stinging implement across my sex, the leather biting into my vulnerable labia, making it swell.

  White hot burning flooded me, emptying my mind of all thought, of all fear. All that remained was sharp pain, and when I came back I heard my cry filling the room. I wasn’t positive if I glared at him or not, because tears stung my eyes. Why couldn’t he just make love to me?

  That cocky, confident smile on his face...

  He prowled over me like some dark panther, snaked in between my legs and crawled up over me. That hard manhood pulsed against my flesh as he looked down at me, our gazes locked. “I want to take you away with me,” he said.

  “Do it!” I begged him, pleading as my body moved towards him. The bindings held me still, but it didn’t matter. I struggled against them regardless, needing to feel his body. “Please, oh god. I hate this place. I want to go anywhere but here.” A tear rolled down my cheek. I’d never confessed to anyone how unhappy I was, how miserable I felt, but I needed him to know.

  “Shhh.” He brought the handle of the leather flogger up to my lips “I know,” he said with a voice that expressed such supreme understanding. As if there was nothing I could say that could ever shock or surprise him.

  “There’s a catch though,” he whispered, grinding his dick against my mons and slit as he met my eyes with that wide, almond-shaped gaze of his.

  “I don’t care.” I lifted myself closer to him. “Please, tell me. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”

  He traced the butt of the handle up from my chin across my cheek and face, following my features with it as he watched. “It’s a big one.” His dick throbbed against me.

  I didn’t care. I nodded.

  That brought a certain feral smile to his face. “Good.” He rose up, flicking the flail-like leather against my chest. “The trick is, Rita,” he explained as he let that mammoth cock rest between my hefty tits, “you have to obey.” He swished those tendrils about, over my tits and his dick. “Completely obey.”

  I’d always been a model daughter and employee, and had never questioned my boss. I did what I was told and I did it well, so I knew I could handle him. After all, he loved me and wouldn’t expect anything more than I could handle, right? I nodded again. “Please,” I begged. “I will, I promise.”

  A broad smile crossed his face then, and I felt a primal surge of desire rush through him. “Good,” he said.

  He was so slow and meticulous, but he pushed his cock between those fleshy tit mounds and before my mouth. I could see the even darker skin of his crown beneath his foreskin as he held it before me. “Kiss it,” he commanded, that thick manhood pulsing before me so large.

  I paused for a second before my mouth went down, kissing his head and tasting some salty, pleasant tang from it. I licked over my lips and felt almost embarrassed at my lack of experience. How many other women in their mid-thirties had been too shy to ever give a blow job before? Even the thought made me blush.

  But that was all before Anton, and I kissed him again just to prove myself to him.

  He struck me for that, the sting of the lashes across my thighs behind him. “I didn’t say twice,” he stated loud enough for me to hear through the pain. He withdrew from before me, slid down my form.

  As he clasped my two breasts and pushed them around his cock, he began to pump his hips so that he fucked those twin, fleshy mounds. In a moaning voice he said, “It’s important to obey precisely, pet.”

  My eyes were blurry and my head hit the pillow, my body a rush of sensations. Pleasure and pain mingled under my flesh, and I half moaned, half whined as he pressed my large breasts together. “I’m sorry!”

  Despite my pain he took his time with my flesh. He bucked his hips betwixt those two pillowy mounds as I watched that bulbous tip prod out from between them only to slip back beyond again and again. The dark ashen tone of his skin a direct contrast to my pale white.

  He rolled his head about, moaning in pleasure as his dark hair swished and swayed. Finally, he pulled himself free and began to undo my restraints. “You’re going to be a good, obedient girl, aren’t you Rita?” he asked in that authoritative tone a father would use with his child, or an owner with a pet.

  “Yes!” The blood rushed back to my limbs as he undid them. They felt strange, and I flexed the fingers. “I promise!”

  “Good,” he said with a smile, giving my wrists and ankles a slap to help urge the blood back into them. “Come with me, pet.” He took hold of my hair and pulled me, as if it were a leash.

  When I tried to walk, however, he scolded. “Down pet!” I felt again the crack of those numerous little whips against my ass and the backs of my thighs as he pushed me down to my hands and knees. “Crawl for your Master,” he commanded, standing so proud and mighty over me.

  To say I’d never experienced such a command would be a gross understatement. I’d never been spoken to or treated like that, and perhaps it was my exhaustion that made me obey so quickly. It was demeaning, and I looked up at him, trying to understand why. My lip trembled, but I thought of what he’d said, that he could take me away from this place, and I wanted it so badly.

  As he led me out into the hall he merely said, “Good girl” in a soft voice, pulling my dark hair to keep me moving with him. He was such a gorgeous and powerful man, he looked like he belonged in a position of leadership, though I never envisioned it taking on such a tone as this.

  The carpet ended as we came to the kitchen. “Up pet,” he commanded with a slap of the flogger to the tabletop. “Bend over this.” He tugged my hair up, making anything less than obedience a painful alternative.

  I scrambled to my feet and slid into position, even though it felt cold and awkward and terrifying. I just wanted to go away, to leave the doldrums, but he was asking so much. My entire body felt like lava, the embarrassment flooding through me.

  With his fingers still in my hair, he pushed my cheek to the cool tabletop. “Hold still.” Without delay the lashes came. The harsh, repeated lashes of that leather flogger, striking my plump ass cheeks. Moving would’ve been tou
gh even without the command, for he held me down as he struck his blows.

  I wanted to, though. To disappear into the ground. It was humiliating and painful. Even if he didn’t have the weapon, the embarrassment of having my body presented to him so would be bad enough, and I cried out as my vision went fuzzy.

  The pain stopped for a moment. He still held me down tight and I heard him toss the flogger aside. What came next surprised me. The palm of his hand struck my reddened cheeks, again and again. The hard strikes coming on as he bent down and spoke into my ear from above me. “I want you, my pet. So badly.” And he ground his dick against my hip even as he continued to hit me.

  I felt like my mind had gone, leaving me absent of thought. Pain and embarrassment remained, but I didn’t flinch. The noise of his flesh smacking mine filled the small kitchen, and I whimpered at how painful it sounded.

  At some point the strikes stopped, but my ass stung so hard I wasn’t conscious of it. It was only when he thrust his oversized cock into me and hammered his groin against my ass cheeks that I realized the change.

  It was excruciating, the thrusts taking no time to build up, just coming on hard and fast as he held me down. Though he bent over me, his voice so rich and heavy as he muttered in my ear. “I do this because I love you,” he said amidst the sound of his groins lapping against my ass, his heavy balls striking the wetness of my folds.

  I believed him, though I didn’t understand why. I didn’t really care, either. It was painful and exquisite all at once, and I didn’t think my body could take any more, but it did. It took all of his punishment without breaking, and it almost felt cathartic in a way. Even the pain from him was better than the bland nothingness of my job.

  In the past he had always fit so perfectly, but in the blinding pain of that moment, I noticed another new hurt. His massive cock thrust so deeply that it assaulted me, it hurt me. No longer the pleasantly perfect size, he was pounding an inhumanly large pole into me that was stretching me wide and battering against my innermost depths.

  He quaked with pleasure, but kept a tight hold on my hair as he spoke into my ear. “You’ll be all mine. Forever and ever. I’ll never let you go once I have you, Rita. Never.”

  It should have scared me. Maybe it did, a little, deep down. But there was excitement, too. I felt mindless, empty-headed, but it wasn’t like at work. This was something new and different, as if my body was so alive that I couldn’t think. The pain, the uncomfortable sensation of him ramming me so full made me cry out and my breasts flattened farther against the table as I shifted.

  “Anton,” I gasped, but there was nothing else I could say.

  I have no idea how long he ravaged me like that., I could only measure time in how weary and exhausted I was from his fucking. When I felt him tense and his cock swell within me, I knew he had taken from me his pleasure.

  His moans rose in pitch, and the slaps stilled as he hilted into me and erupted, that flood of his virile seed pouring into me as he tugged back on my hair and gripped my hip. “Take it, Rita,” he hissed out with such satisfaction.

  There was nothing for me to do but accept his offering, but my lower lip trembled. The sudden fear of pregnancy traveled through my mind, but somehow I knew better than to ask. Maybe I was just afraid he’d run away from me, leave me to the misery of my life if I questioned him.

  We lay together on the kitchen table like that for a while, his arms around me. When at last he pulled himself free, he kissed my neck and ear, pulling hair to the side to expose my lips and cheek and then kissed those too.

  “I’m going to take you away, Rita,” he said. “And you’ll be mine for all time.”

  The pain, the overwhelming sensations, the fear, it was all so much better than the nothingness, the dreariness of my life before him. I knew then that I’d give it all up, allow myself to be abused and tortured and spanked and whipped for the rest of my days if it meant not having to listen to the droning tick of a clock. To never have to stare at the white, sterile walls for ten hours a day.

  He pulled from me, that familiar sensation of emptiness passing over me again, though he lifted me up and carried me back the bedroom. I was nothing in his strong arms, and he laid me out upon my bed and nestled in beside me.

  Holding me close, he murmured in my ear in a soothing voice. “Don’t go to work tomorrow. Stay home. Don’t answer the phone. Don’t watch your TV. Just wait. And I’ll come for you in the evening and take you away forever.” Those words, so darkly uttered, a sweet promise of release.

  I nodded. I hadn’t missed a day of work in years, owing to my strong immune system. I could use a day off, anyway, I justified to myself. And I needed the sleep. No one would even notice my missing, I was positive of it.

  He pulled me in for a tight embrace, then whispered in my ear. “Clean me with your tongue before the night ends. Make our final goodbye special.” He pushed my head down towards his still thick manhood.

  I was scared, I wouldn’t deny it, but I didn’t have a choice. I stuck my tongue out to taste the strange, tangy taste of our combined juices. It was odd, and my nose crinkled, but I did as he told me. His strong hand was on my head, guiding me, and it made my shoulders relax as I licked his dick, slowly.

  With a patient hand, he taught me to please him. I licked and even sucked, lavished such affections upon his gloriously large shaft until my tongue felt numb, and continued anyhow.

  I didn’t dare stop until morning broke our time together, and we were parted again at last.

  Chapter 7

  I waited throughout the day, just as he told me. I should have slept, but I couldn’t. Nothing could put my mind to rest. Not when I sat thinking of what was to come.

  The day was long, but I thought of him. Even after our last night together, and his strangely harsh turn, I wanted him so badly.

  The outside world tried to intrude upon my thoughts. The neighbour’s TV, so loud, blaring a newscaster’s voice. The sound of sirens outside. I refused to let it distract me.

  Instead I simply lay there, staring up at my ceiling and wondering how it could be so comforting. How could he make me feel so protected and engaged with the world, with my body? I’d never felt so alive, so peaceful. I smiled throughout the long day, finding myself brought back to one of his subtle touches, to his soft words, and yes, his harsh commands.

  Perhaps that was what should have surprised me the most, but instead it only felt right and normal. After all, he was not of this world, and I should have expected such darkness. But even that thrilled me.

  He’d awoken something that had so long laid dormant in my soul, and I couldn’t wait to see him again. I knew, though, that I must. I must be patient.

  Patience paid off.

  I was so eagerly anticipating him that I somehow managed to miss the setting of the sun. I knew he was there when I heard the sound of the water running coming from the bathroom. Nobody but him could have gotten in without my noticing.

  I went to him, found him standing there as the filled tub. His glorious nudity so proud and undiminished as he smiled at me. “Are you ready?” he asked, as if it were some simple trip he were taking me on in his car.

  “I am!” I was no longer disturbed by the fact that I wore as little as he, having only kept on the leather present he’d given me. My heart fluttered and my stomach turned, but I couldn’t have been more ready for anything in my life.

  My excited response brought a smile to his face, “Take that off and get in.” He stood aside just enough to give me room to do so.

  My fingers went to work, and it was only seconds before I stood there, utterly nude. I’d normally be worried about the lights, about a man seeing me, but it was different with him. He was different. I slid my foot into the water, then the other, dipping down into the bath. I wanted to ask why, and a brief moment of self-consciousness washed over me.

  The water was warm, but then he climbed in. It nearly boiled then, his dark physique containing some innate heat. It was to
o much for me, but to feel his hard, muscular thighs press against me as we made our two bodies fit into that tub assuaged me. “Just one last thing,” he said to me, those dark eyes locked on mine.

  I couldn’t tell how he got that knife in his hand, but I recognized it from my kitchen. The blade so sharp, he held up one of his forearms. “Do as I do,” he instructed, “and then we shall travel together. And you’ll be mine for all eternity, Rita. My sweet lover ‘til the end of time.” His words were so sweet, but to see what he did then...

  The cut of that blade vertically down his forearms. The eruption of that black blood. First one arm, then the other, before he presented the blade’s handle to me. “Your turn,” he said.

  I nearly screamed, but instead I took the blade in my shaky hand and it felt as though time went still. It was only seconds, I was sure of it, but I thought back on my miserable, dreary life and wondered if I was insane. Had the world really driven me to consider this?

  That suicide, that slicing myself open for a lover who was devilish and cruel was a better alternative to going to work in that lab another day? Was it all some elaborate fantasy my mind had made up to coax me over the edge?

  Still, the blade touched to my skin, and my eyes focused on his. Anton’s. I saw the darkness, and the love there, and I tried to smile but it was weak. “Am I going to die?”

  He leaned in and he kissed me tenderly on the lips, even as his dark blood drained into the hot water. It was such a sweet embrace of our lips, so comforting. So warm. I never wanted it to end. Never.

  He broke away at last and gazed into my eyes. “We’ll be together. That’s all the matters, isn’t it?” I knew there was but one simple answer to my dark lover’s question.

  Anything was better than the life I was living, with no love or friendliness. I had no one except for him, and my tongue pressed against his, for I knew he was right. I would throw everything away to be with him, even if it meant death, and I gritted my teeth as the blade sank in.