by Lila Dubois
“Why do I feel so beautiful with you?” she asked, but the next moment she was pulling herself up, lifting her face to his. She kissed him, kissed the Monster who was so terribly foreign to her.
Runako held still, letting her explore. Her lips were soft, her kisses tentative. She felt small. He could hurt her, break her, if he wanted. But he didn’t want to. There were many things he wanted to do to this unexpected woman, but hurting her was not one of them.
With a sigh Margo lowered herself down to the stone, then, with her eyes on his, she raised her arms above her head, offering herself to him.
Runako lowered his head to her breast once more and lapped her pebbled nipple with his long rough tongue. Her flesh was salty with sweat and arousal. He wanted to bite her, to feel her flesh beneath his teeth, but did not think it would be wise.
He needed to taste her.
“Turn over, ass up,” he demanded, pulling his claw from between the lips of her sex.
Margo obeyed, her breathing loud and harsh. Her large breasts swung beneath her as she positioned herself on hands and knees. He watched her nipples scrape against the cold stone and his cock twitched.
Runako squatted beside the stone table, bringing his head level with her sex. Wrapping a claw tipped hand carefully around each of her legs he spread them, spread her legs wide enough apart that the swollen petals of her sex parted, showing him the wet, pink interior.
He kneaded her thighs, loving the smooth flesh he found there. Remembering her reaction to his earlier comments he decided not to mention this.
Leaning close to her sex he took a deep breath, letting her scent fill him. She was woman and rich, female, but different from other female creatures he’d been with. In his true form his sense of smell was more acute, and to smell her this way was intimate, more so than she could know. He knew her body, knew the essence of her, and all her words and actions could not change what he now knew.
He leaned forward, the tip of his cock brushing the side of the stone. It was almost enough to make him come, so aroused was he by the smell of Margo. Leaning closer, the underside of his cock scrapping the stone, Runako licked the back of her thigh.
“Oh, oh yes,” Margo whispered. She leaned back, pressing her sex towards his face. With a smile that would have had her running for the hills, Runako leaned away, denying her.
Margo cussed in Spanish, or English words he didn’t know yet. Either way her displeasure was clear.
He licked the back of her other thigh, tightening the hold he had on her thighs so she couldn’t move. He licked every bit of her he could reach, everywhere but her sex. The insides of her thighs were ticklish, her hips soft, her lower back salty. The best reaction was when he swiped his tongue between the globes of her ass. Margo froze.
Runako sat back and considered her for a moment. He licked her hip and she moaned in pleasure, then he licked her ass again. She squirmed.
With a growl of pleasure he concentrated on her ass, swiping the soft skin with his rough tongue, concentrating on the puckered entrance to her ass.
“Oh, oh, oh. You should stop. This is, this is fucked up. I, ah…why does this feel so good? You shouldn’t do this. This is dirty. Really dirty and wrong. This is…oh, OH. What was I saying?”
Runako bumped his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock on the stone, listening to her delightful chatter. The way she said dirty made him want to do even dirtier things to her. Things he’d learned from creatures even more foreign to her than he was. He wondered if she knew that the males of his race had been know to have sex with succubae and kitsune—females of great power and no inhibitions.
Releasing her right thigh Runako began grinding the claw of his shortest finger against the stone, blunting the sharp tip.
Margo lurched in fear at the metallic grating sound, but he held her in place, continuing to lick her ass, and soon she was back to moaning and twitching.
With his tongue still playing over her ass Runako stroked the inside of her thigh with his newly blunted claw. He stroke and licked in a steady rhythm. Margo’s hips were bucking, her empty, spread-wide sex bright pink with arousal in the nest of dark pubic hair.
Runako leaned back for a moment, admiring the beauty of her sex and then, slowly so as not to hurt her, slid his claw into her sex.
“Wha—what is that?” Margo stammered.
“Does it feel good?”
“It’s hard, and cold. Oh, oh no. Wait. Yes, yes, right there.”
Runako watched his golden claw disappear into the pink folds of her sex, watched pearl drops of her body’s arousal seep from around his claw as her muscles clenched. He didn’t dare fuck her with his claw, but he had an idea of how he could make her come.
With her sex full, Runako leaned forward once more and licked her ass. He lapped at her, shortening the strokes until he was lapping her anus, then, tightening the grip on her thigh, he pressed his tongue into her.
“Necesito sentirte. Now. Now. This is so wrong. Please, more, please. I want to come.”
Her words were accompanied by thrashing. Runako tightened his grip on her thigh, trying to hold her still so as not to accidentally push his claw too deep, but she was strong, surprisingly so, as she thrashed and begged.
His cock was throbbing with the need to be inside her. For a wild moment, as Margo begged and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air, he considered rising and forcing his cock deep within her. He was wildly aroused by her, so in need of her touch, that he almost did it, and damn the consequences.
But there was something deeper than instinct, more real than desire, that halted him. He wanted to protect her, always, from all things.
Instead, with a roar of frustration that shook the basin of oil, causing the firelight to flicker, Runako pulled his claw from her sex, and thrust it into her ass in one hard stroke. Margo squealed, then screamed as he thrust his tongue into her sex.
They moaned in unison.
With his tongue deep within her and his claw stretching the tight ring of her ass, Runako pressed his lower lip against her sex, against her clit, and rubbed.
Margo came with a scream. Her strength again surprised him as she bucked, nearly pulling free of his grip. Her sex contracted around his tongue, her taste filling his mouth.
Unable to hold on any longer Runako pulled free. He grabbed Margo and flipped her over onto her back. Her legs parted, her sex open and inviting.
Runako thrust.
But not into her sex. He slid his cock along her belly, then squeezed her legs together so they pressed around the base of his cock. Margo’s eyes widened, but then, much to his surprise, Margo grabbed his cock, squeezed and rubbed.
Runako leaned over her, his arms at her shoulders as he pumped his cock between her thighs and into her hands. His wings shifted as he thrust, casting her flushed face in shadow as he pressed in, then revealing her to the firelight as he pulled back.
It was watching her face in the flickering firelight that brought him to orgasm. The feel of her, all the stimulation that had come before, contributed, but it was her beautiful face that pushed him over the edge.
In the changing light her eyes were dark pools, her cheekbones sharp, her lips flushed red. Her hair was a dark cloud around her head, and appeared soft and smooth as smoke. She looked up at him, and there was something in her gaze that told him she was not imagining his human body, as he’d feared, nor was she examining Runako the Monster, as she had been before.
She was looking at him, at the truth of him, knowing him.
With a roar and a flap of his wings that put out the fire, Runako came.
He collapsed onto his elbows, not wanting to hurt her. In the cold darkness of the unlit cave, Margo put her hands on him, her touch sure. She stroked his cheek, his lips.
With a sigh Runako lowered his head to her breasts. Something swelled in his chest, an emotion he could not name, but which caused tears to prick the corners of his eyes.
And for the first time the mighty
Monster Runako was afraid.
Chapter Nine
“I have to pee.”
“Again?”
“What do you mean again? I have to pee. And I’m thirsty.”
Runako smiled against her breast and lifted himself off her. He’d kept most of his body weight on his arms, but his chest felt cold when he was no longer pressed against her.
He lifted her off the stone, prepared to carry her to the bathroom, but she pushed his hands away. Her shoulders were hunched, her face slightly turned away. The bit of her face he could see was bright red.
Runako let her push his hands away, and when she walked to the tunnel that connected the caves, he let her go.
He could read her body language, which said “Back off.” If she’d had fur it would have bristled.
Runako pulled on the spell and transformed himself back into a human. Had he done something wrong? Most likely. Mistakes were to be expected. He was not as conversant with humans as Luke, Michael and Henry. Perhaps the ass play was too much, though there had been plenty of it in human porn.
Perhaps she was just frightened by being so intimate with him. After all he’d put his claw in both her pussy and…
Had he hurt her? Is that why she’d run from him?
The sudden burst of horror he felt stuttered the final stages of his transformation. Runako struggled to get himself under control so he could finish. He staggered when he felt the last of his true form melt away. His human knees wobbled, and for a moment he forgot how to walk in this body.
In the next breath he had himself under control and sprinted across the cave.
“Margo, Margo!”
With a mighty heave he smashed through the bathroom door, taking the whole thing off the hinges. “How severe is your injury?”
Margo, standing at the sink, screamed and threw the bottle of hand soap at him. Runako dropped to his knees and grabbed her legs, forced her legs apart so he could get a good look.
“Debes estar debajo para el sexo oral.” Margo clocked him on the side of the head, but Runako ignored the blow.
She was not bleeding. He pressed his shoulder into her thigh to keep her legs apart and stroked two fingers between the lips of her sex.
“Runako! What are you doing?”
“I must repair you.”
“Repair me? Huh?”
“I…I hurt you.” Runako’s voice broke on the last word and he had to duck his head and take several deep breaths.
“Oh, baby, you didn’t hurt me,” Margo said, voice smooth and soft. She eased out of his grip and dropped to her knees to face him. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Something was wrong, when you left.”
“Ha. You do have psychic powers.”
“Uh, no. But you speak with your body.” He motioned vaguely with his hands. His heartbeat slowed as the realization that she was not hurt sunk it.
“That body language wasn’t ‘you broke my vagina’ that was ‘you tongue fucked my ass and I’m embarrassed’.”
“You liked it, you orgasmed.”
“Yeah, well I also like butter but…okay actually I have no idea where that analogy is going.”
Her cheeks were tinged scarlet, and he remembered how her face had looked in the flickering firelight. Runako cupped her neck and brought her face to his. Sure he’d come, fucking himself along her belly, but his cock was hardening once more. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her to satiate himself.
“Ohhhh no, Casanova. The vagina is officially off limits.”
“But you’re my prisoner.”
“It’s my vagina.”
Runako glowered at her. Margo kissed his forehead and then got to her feet and left the bathroom, stepping delicately over the door shards.
Pouting slightly, his cock deflating, Runako followed her.
Margo threw herself down on the couch, relishing the plush comfort. “Oh upholstery, how I’ve missed you.”
Runako came sulking behind her. His lower lip was actually sticking out. Margo grabbed a chenille throw that was draped over the couch back and pulled it over herself. There was a time and place for naked, but not when one was thirty pounds overweight.
Oddly, she hadn’t really thought about her weight in the past few hours. Usually in the height of sex Margo was able to imagine that she was some svelte snow-bunny making love like a sleek predator, rather than a chubby Hispanic girl flopping around like a landed whale, but the minute the orgasm high faded she was uncomfortable and disoriented, torn between residual pleasure and embarrassment.
But with Runako there were so many other things going on she hadn’t had time to resort to her well-worn self-hatred.
How could she not be distracted after he’d licked her…
Margo’s mind went skittering away from that. Not ready to deal with it yet.
Runako planted his naked self in front of the couch.
“I did not say you could come in here.”
“I didn’t ask your permission.” Margo started rooting around in the couch cushions. Any couch worth the name would have a TV control in it somewhere. A living room in middle America, a Monster’s cave or the moon—it didn’t matter, all couches had TV controls in their cushions.
“You’re my prisoner.”
“I sure am big guy. Do you have satellite?” she asked, stretching to get her fingers around a hard rectangular object.
Runako sighed. He slid his hand between her side and the couch and pulled out the remote. He then lifted her legs, sat and placed her legs on his lap.
“No, just DVDs and box sets.”
“Sweet, though I’ve probably seen them all. What’s in there now?”
“Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.”
Margo gaped at him, then broke into laughter. “Why were you watching that?”
“Trying to understand human women.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
Runako tilted his head back, rested it on the couch, and considered her. “Perhaps I should watch another film.”
Margo grinned and snuggled deeper into the couch. “What other movies do you have?”
Runako lifted her legs out of the way and got up. He walked to the TV cabinet and dropped to one knee, treating Margo to a very fine view of his ass.
“What would you like to watch?” he asked, rummaging through the DVDs.
“What haven’t you seen yet?”
“I like the look of this one,” he said, holding up Reservoir Dogs.
Watching a bunch of guys shoot the crap out of each other wasn’t likely to inspire sex, and in spite of the cute view of his ass, she needed a break. “That’s a classic, let’s watch it.”
He changed the DVD with admirable skill. Right now he looked, for all the world, like any normal, well hotter than normal, guy.
He settled back into place on the couch. He slid his hand under the blanket along her thigh. Margo tensed, expecting him to go for a feel. She’d known guys who wanted to have their hands all over her boobs or sex when they were sitting around. Margo didn’t like it. They were her boobs, not knickknacks to be played with. But Runako didn’t venture an intimate touch, instead he cupped her hip, fingers spread. His hand was warm. Margo relaxed and slid her legs across his lap.
Runako got the TV turned on then stared at the remote for a moment. She reached for it but he leaned to the side, keeping it out of her reach, muttering that he could do it. Hiding her smile Margo dropped her arm as he slowly mastered the control.
The movie started, and Runako turned the volume up.
“Blond is a color?” he asked as code names were given out.
“It is, though it usually refers to hair color. It basically means yellow.”
When the first big shoot ’em up scene started Runako curled his lip and said, “Humans and their guns.”
“Not a fan of guns?”
“They are effective weapons, but humans have become cowards with them. They hide behind their guns. If you are going to take a l
ife there should be more to it than snapping a gun.”
“Shooting a gun,” Margo corrected absently.
“Shooting, yes. Humans have become… They are like a swarm of evil bees.”
Margo almost laughed, the analogy was ridiculous, but she couldn’t. Runako’s voice was shaking with conviction. She didn’t like to think of humans as some sort of plague, but she could see it from his point of view.
She didn’t agree with him about guns. She owned a handgun, a Kel-Tec .380 pistol. It was actually a point of contention between her and her friends. She’d grown up in Highland Park. It wasn’t the worst neighborhood in L.A., but it wasn’t the nicest one either. There’d been just enough trouble that her father and uncles had made sure that she knew how to handle the guns they kept in the house.
“I have a gun,” she said, surprising herself. Runako narrowed his eyes at her, and she could feel his opinion changing.
“Why?”
“We had a gun in the house when I was growing up, so I learned to shoot it. My father gave me a gun for my eighteenth birthday, and then I bought myself the one I have now a few years ago.”
“What did your father want you to do with the gun? Did he expect you to become a fighter?”
“No. It was for defense. The place I grew up was not great. It wasn’t the barrio—I mean it wasn’t a terrible place—but there were reasons to have protection. Actually, this movie was filmed there. One time, when I had just started college and was home for Friday night dinner, we heard someone trying to break in. It was after dinner, and we were watching a movie. It wasn’t that late, but it was dark out. Someone was at the back window, yelling, then we heard the glass break. The lights were on in the house. He had to know we were there. Either he was so high on something that he didn’t notice or care, or he wanted us to be there, and wasn’t planning on robbing the place.
“We yelled. I remember my aunt telling my cousin to go call the cops, saying it loud enough that the person at the back could hear, but he kept coming. I went for the gun. I didn’t have my gun with me, I don’t carry it concealed, but I knew where Papa’s was. I grabbed the gun and ran to the back room. I stood in the door, and there he was, in a black sweatshirt.