Whitley's Monsters (Three Book Bundle) (Paranormal Monster Erotica)

by Natasha Hunter

  "Mmmm," she moaned softly as she eased two fingers into her tight little hole. Her inner muscles clenched her fingers as she pistoned them in and out with a slow rhythm. With her other hand, she cupped her breast and writhed the pad of her thumb across her hard little bud. Her nipple ached as she feathered it with slow strokes.

  She dropped her head back and stared up at the tranquil blue sky as she came. Her tiny body shuddered, her breath came in soft little gasps.

  Downstream, the creature watched her as he hid behind the dense foliage, intrigued and aroused.

  *

  After drying off and pulling on a yellow sundress, Whitley slung the backpack across her shoulder and carried it back to camp.

  "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked as she found Kym packing up her tent.

  "I got a call from Mom. She is freaking out because Sam is in the hospital."

  "Omigod, is he alright?"

  "Yeah, a broken arm, I think. It doesn't sound serious, but you know Mom. She wants me to come home."

  "Should I go with you?"

  "I don't think that is necessary. I can drop you off at Jakes though."

  Whitley chewed her lip, thinking. "Well, if you don't need me with you, I want to stay here."

  "What? No, Whit, you can't be serious. I'm not going to leave you alone in the woods all night by yourself. Jake would murder me."

  "So don't tell him. He thinks you're here."

  "Whit, no. It isn't safe."

  "I have a gun, remember?"

  Kym sighed, "I don't want to leave you out here..."

  "I swear, I will be fine. I don't want to leave. Everything is already set up. And anyhow, it is just for the night. Jake will be here in the morning. Plus, I have a gun, and my cell. Everything will be peachy."

  "Not that I believe in your 'lizard man'," Kym made air quotes. "But, on the one billionth chance that it is real, what the hell will you do if you see it?"

  "Take some pictures, hopefully. Real ones."

  "And if it attacks you?"

  "That is not his MO. He only attacks cars, and he hides."

  Kym sighed again, knowing that it would be pointless to argue. Whit would have her way. "Fine. You can stay and I won't tell Jake. But if he finds out, then it is on you."

  Whitney nodded, "He will never know." She moved over to the tent and helped her to finish taking it down.

  Once everything was packed up, she hugged her friend, "Are you sure you don't want me to hike back to the car with you?"

  "Nah, I'll be fine. Call me tomorrow, okay?"

  "You bet. And tell Sam I hope he feels better."

  "I will. Come by tomorrow and sign his cast. He'd love that. You know he has always had a crush on you." Kym grinned.

  "Ewww. He is like a brother to me."

  "Yeah, but he doesn't see you as a big sister."

  Whit playfully shoved Kym's arm, "Gross. Now go, and be safe."

  "You too."

  Whitley watched as her friend disappeared down the trail, then turned her attention to the camp, mentally checking off the list of things that had to be done. Fire, tents, food. Check, check, and check. Cameras set up. Check.

  Satisfied with the campsite, she took her camera and went for a hike, stopping occasionally to capture something of interest. Though paranormal investigations were her main hobby, she also dabbled in photography.

  As she walked along, she kept her focus on the ground, searching for any sort of unusual footprints.

  Near the end of her hike, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck and arms prickle. Pausing, she glanced around, eyes narrowing as she scanned the woods. Evening light pierced the dense foliage and dotted the forest floor. A hot and humid breeze ruffled the trees. Unease slithered along her spine as she got the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around almost frantically, though no one was there. Despite not seeing anything, she clicked her camera several times in all directions.

  With a nervous chuckle, she decided that she was scaring herself and mentally chided herself for being so frightful. Squinting up at the setting sun, she decided to trek back to camp.

  Once back at her campsite, she tended the fire, then sat down in a fold out chair to eat a pack of crackers with a diet coke. She idly scanned through the pictures she'd taken on her walk, then climbed into the tent.

  She stretched out onto her pink sleeping bag then set her alarm for an hour, thinking a nap would work wonders before she started her night time investigation. Her lids fluttered, eyelashes hit against her cheeks as she started to doze off.

  Sometime later she awoke to the sound of her alarm going off. With a yawn, she sat up and checked the time on her phone, realizing that she'd hit snooze at least three times without ever really waking up. Through the netting of the tent's door, she could see that it was already dark outside. With another groggy yawn, she ran her hands through her hair, then pulled it up off her neck with a ponytail holder.

  Her breath caught as she glanced to the tent door again. From the milky moonlight, she could make out the silhouette of ...something.

  She squinted her eyes, peering at the netting. 'No way. I must be dreaming', she thought as she stared at the figure. He was tall, at least seven feet. Apprehension seized her. Every muscle in her body tensed as the creature pushed aside the netting and stepped into the tent. Her heart hammered against her chest and her hands began to tremble as the realization that the Lizard Man did, in fact, exist. And not only that, he was standing directly in front of her.

  Her breath trembled as she tried to force herself to speak. "P-please don't hurt me," she pleaded. Panic thrummed in her chest, and she wondered if she could reach the gun tucked away in her purse before he could get to her. Probably not, she thought, deciding not to take a chance on it. Any sudden movement might spook him.

  He cocked his head to the side as she spoke, though didn't advance forward. His dark red eyes roamed over her.

  "Y-you're the Lizard Man?" she asked in a high pitched, terrified voice. In the back of her mind, some part of her reasoned that if she could just talk to him and make him understand that she wasn't dinner, then he wouldn't hurt her.

  Time seemed to slow to the point that she felt like she was frozen. That they both were. Nothing else existed beyond the two of them, and the realization that the Lizard Man was undoubtedly real made her almost go into shock. Every bit of information that she had gathered on him ran through her mind lightning fast, but none of it was helpful in that moment.

  Blue eyes darted up and down the length of him as she compared him to what she remembered reading. He was tall, at least seven feet or more. His body was dark green and covered in scales. His eyes glowed a deep red. He had three fingers per hand, and three toes per foot. His torso was rippled with sinewy muscles. Everything she'd read about him was correct, yet they failed to mention the shockingly beauty of the creature. His face was smooth, more human than lizard, his eyes reptilian, yet knowing. He was definitely sentient. And though she knew she shouldn't, she dropped her eyes to that part of him in the center. It was obvious a bit of human DNA went into the making of his cock. It was bigger than anything she'd ever seen, but it looked more human than reptile.

  "Do...do you understand me?" she asked after her pulse slowed down, the threat of keeling over with a heart attack caused by fear having passed.

  He gave a quick nod of his head.

  "Omigod! You do?" Her mind reeled with the implication. This creature...man? Whatever it was, he could understand her. Her eyes widened with surprise.

  "You were watching me today?" she asked, remembering the feeling of being watched in the woods while she was taking pictures.

  He nodded again.

  Her cheeks flushed hotly and her mouth went dry as she realized he'd been at the creek. Had he seen her at the creek too? Had he seen her naked? Had he watched her masturbate? "Do you always spy on people?"

  He shook his head no.

  She placed her hand against her chest as she ex
haled a slow breath, "I'm freaking out. I can't believe this is real. I can't believe you are real. I mean, I always thought there was a chance the myth could be real but I never really thought it could really be true?" She bit onto her bottom lip to keep from rambling on.

  He stepped closer to her and she gasped, "What are you doing?"

  He kneeled in front of her, his knees pressing into her sleeping bag.

  "Are you going to hurt me?" A tremor went through her as she swallowed hard.

  He shook his head no.

  Her breath was ragged as she watched him with nervous anticipation. "W-what are you doing?" she asked as he very gently grazed his finger along the curve of her foot. She jerked it back, yelping, "Hey! That tickles!"

  His lips tugged up on the corners, as if he had found her response amusing. He placed his hand on the top of her other foot while watching her face.

  "I uhm, don't know what you eat but I hope that it isn't people..." her brows drew together with worry, though she assumed he wouldn't harm her. He hadn't so far.

  He yanked her foot up and brought it to his mouth and clamped his lips around her heel. She screamed, "Let go of me!" but he held tight. His other hand wrapped around her other ankle and held her in place, though he didn't bite her. Instead, she could feel his forked tongue lapping around her heel.

  "W-what are you doing?" she yelled at him, though he ignored her as he moved his lips to her ankle. He slithered his tongue across her lower calf, suckling, wetting her skin.

  Her first instinct was to fight him, to pull away, but she knew that was impossible. He was too big, and too strong. She forced herself to relax and not do anything that might turn him aggressive. As he licked closer to behind her knee, she got a good look at his thick, meaty tongue. It slithered against the soft skin behind her knee, and that is when she realized he was marking a wet path up her leg towards her pussy. "Wait a minute! What are you doing? You can't just...omigod! Stop!"

  He paused and pulled his head back. Those bewitching eyes locked with hers.

  Frustrated, she broke eye contact and dropped her gaze. Her blue depths slid down the length of him and without really meaning to, she settled her gaze upon his cock once more. Flacid, it was large. Aroused, it was swollen to an unfathomable size. She shook her head, unable to believe what she was seeing. Arousal like she'd never felt before hummed through her bloodstream, igniting every bundle of nerves, every fiber of her being. Her panties soaked with moisture.

  He sniffed, the air heady with the scent of her arousal. His cock twitched in response.

  "Oh..." she couldn't find words to stop him as he sliced through her thin little panties, exposing her swollen wet sex to him. He pushed at her inner thighs, forcing them far apart as he tilted his head towards her center.

  Fear and unwanted arousal intermingled, confusing her as she lay before him, intimately on display. Her pulse quickened as he stared at her exposed pussy, glistening from the moonlight that streaked through the tent door.

  "I don't want..." her voice trailed off as she met his reptilian gaze again. Something in his eyes captured her resistance and evaporated it. Was he hypnotizing her, she wondered?

  His fingers stroked the insides of her thighs as he kept his eyes locked with hers, his hands moving closer and closer to her pussy with each stroke. Her arousal heightened, her pussy quivered, waiting for his touch.

  Choking on her breath, she sucked in deeply as he leaned in closer and lapped his forked tongue over her shaved mound then grazed his lips lower, covering her slit. His tongues wiggled between her pink folds, lapping at her juices. One side concentrated on her clit while the other side jerked up and down, stimulating her at a maddening pace.

  Whitley was too startled to react, to say no, to try to stop him. And she didn't want to. Some animalistic, primal part of her didn't want to stop it because she had never felt anything so blissful in her entire life. Keeping undulating pressure on her clit, he pushed the other half of his tongue into her tight little hole.

  Words failed her again, and all she could do was cry out in pleasure as he devoured her pussy. Her juices flooded his lips, chin, and face. She rocked her hips, moving in a perfect rhythm with him, pushing herself against him, wanting to feel his tongue deeper inside of her.

  "Oh...fuck! Oh fuck! I'm going to come!" Her orgasm boiled up within her and burst, sending waves of warm pleasure rolling through her. Her pussy contracted around his eager tongue, and he continued to flick it in and out of her tightness as she rode out the mind-numbing waves of orgasm.

  He didn't give her a chance to recover, to come down from that euphoric high. Quick but gently, he flipped her over and pulled her by her hips, posing her bare ass up into the air. Her sundress bunched up around her stomach as her elbows dug into the sleeping bag.

  She could feel his lips grazing over every inch of her bottom as his dual tongues licked random patterns across her ass cheeks. With his thick fingers, he pushed her cheeks farther apart and twirled his tongue along the sensitive skin puckered around her bottom hole. She groaned a deep guttural sound of pleasure.

  He penetrated her with his tongues and pushed into her slowly, gently. Tears formed in her eyes from the mixture of pain and pleasure. He went slow with her as he took her innocence from behind. He fucked her with his thick tongues, sliding in and twirling them around, stimulating her from the inside out.

  As he licked and suckled her asshole, he slid a hand beneath her and toyed with her clit, keeping her stimulated in multiple places at once. She couldn't keep quiet, not that she wanted to. She moaned and groaned loudly, her gaspy little sounds filled the tent and the woods beyond.

  She bounced against his face, impaling herself on his tongues. Her body simmered with heat. With lust. Sweat slicked her skin. "More," she cried out as he drove her to the cusp of another orgasm. "So close, omigod so close!"

  He pulled his head back and kneeled behind her, placing both hands on her hips. "No!" she yelped, disappointed that he stopped licking her until she felt his massive member rubbing against her slit from behind. He teased her with it as he slid it between her folds without penetrating her.

  "Please," she whimpered in a sultry tone. "Please, fuck me!" She was mindless, not knowing what she was saying, only knowing the most primal basic thing. She needed his cock inside of her, filling her completely.

  He wrapped his fingers into her ponytail and pulled her head back, holding onto her as he eased the tip of his cock into her pussy. She moaned from the sensations of being penetrated by something so large and exotic. Encouraged by her little groans, he pushed deeper into her.

  "Omigod! You're so huge!" She cried out as he thrust all the way in.

  He leaned over her and slithered his forked tongue along the sweat on her back as he stayed perfectly still inside of her pussy, giving her time to adjust to his girth.

  Ever so slowly she started to move, pulling away just enough so that his cock slid half way out of her tight little entrance. "Please," she begged again as she pushed back, impaling herself on his mighty dick. Tears streamed down her face from the pain of something so large being thrust into her, but at the same time she wanted it.

  He let her bounce on his shaft while he licked along her spine and made his way up to her shoulders. His tongue explored her slick skin along the back of her neck. She could feel the strangeness of his scales as they brushed across her ass. The idea of mating with something not-quite-human raced through her mind and for a brief instance, she wondered if he could impregnate her.

  He straightened up behind her though kept her attached to his cock. He pressed a finger against her asshole and pushed it into her. As she yelped, he paused, giving her time to adjust to the sensation from being double penetrated.

  Her body hummed with pleasure, every bit of her both ached and delighted at the sensation of this monster stimulating her in several places at once. For the briefest of moments, she thought of the real world, imagining the look of horror her family would have had i
f they knew she had given herself sexually to a creature. She thought of Kym, knowing that she would be utterly disgusted, and then she thought of Jake. She loved him completely, and would have never, ever cheated on him with anyone...did this even count as cheating?

  No, she suddenly decided. It was scientific discovery. It was for a purpose, not for pleasure. Lies, lies, lies, she countered the argument in her mind.

  As if sensing her moral dilemma, the Lizard Man cupped her ass cheek and gave it a squeeze while rubbing his thick finger in and out of her asshole. He rocked his hips, causing his cock to slither between her swollen pussy folds.

  Thoughts of the outside world dissipated once more as pleasure overwhelmed her. Beads of desire bubbled and raced through her bloodstream. The pleasure was too intense, forcing any stray thought of anything but that moment into the dark recesses of her mind. In that moment, she belonged completely to the other-worldly creature.

  Her breath was gaspy and her body glistened. The humid Carolina air was unmerciful, keeping her skin warm and drenched as she worked up a sweat. Inside, her blood raced with a frenzy of blissful excitement and arousal. Need. It was overwhelming, the feeling of being claimed by the Lizard Man. His cock pistoned, forcing its way deep into her center. His fingers roamed and rubbed, slightly scraping her skin, his others oozing into the tightness of her ass. She could feel the swipe of his tongue occasionally along the center of her spine.

  Tears mingled with sweat, her emotions overwhelmed as he fucked her relentlessly. At that precise moment of just before she came, he pulled away. Her body protested, pushing back against him, wanting more, wanting release.

  Instead of his massive cock, she felt something new pressing against her pussy, something wholly alien to her. She turned her head, surprised to see his tail wrapping around his hip, positioned against her pussy. No! Was he going to fuck her with that?