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

by Natasha Hunter

  As those delicious sensations pulsed through me, I thought about what Jake would say if he could see me in that moment. Shame and guilt washed through me, and I tried to protest again. "I can't..." I was at war with myself.

  Tendrils roamed at will, feather-light strokes across my body. Down my arms, circling my thighs, and teasing my skin wherever they could find contact. My body tensed as I felt the tentacles creeping towards my shorts. I was falling deeper into his enthrallment, my will dissipating by the second.

  "No," I tried to protest. "I'm not going to." Though I already knew it was a lie as soon as the words were uttered. I knew that I was going to let this other-worldly being have its way with me, and that I was going to consent to it because the euphoric sensations were undeniable. The pleasure radiating throughout me weakened my resolve, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel those monstrous tentacles everywhere at once. I wanted to feel them shoving deep into my wet, warm pussy. I could easily imagine it, those black slithering tentacles pushing into my pussy and fucking me.

  He read my thoughts and took my erotic desire for consent. I could feel tendrils slithering around me, under my shirt and satin bra, and beneath my shorts and panties. Delicious chills swept across me as those devilish, suction-tipped tentacles attached to my rosy nipples. Other tendrils delved into my panties, sliding their way into my wetness. Something pushed my knees further apart, opening me wide for its probing. I could feel those suction-cup bits nibbling at my clit while smooth parts of it pressed against my cunt.

  My mouth parted and all I could do was moan into the dark, stormy night. It felt as if I were being invaded everywhere at once. It was euphoric. Blissful. Intense. Other tendrils began to undress me, folding and uncoiling around the others. I could feel my shirt being lifted over my head. My bra was pulled down around my shoulders. My shorts and panties melted off of me, I didn't even know how. I was completely exposed to the elements, my naked body stretched and on display at the top of the lighthouse, and I couldn't even care. My whole awareness was on the monster's touch, and all I wanted was to feel more.

  My tight nipples ached with pleasure. My pussy was dripping, slippery and moist. Tentacles writhed around in my slippery folds, some suckling, others probing. I could feel a thicker one push deep into my entrance. It swelled with size, filling my pussy with its thickness.

  I choked on my own breath as it began to fuck me. Though I couldn't see it in the darkness, I imagined what it must have looked like. Thick and glossy, ebony strands of this monster, sliding over my pussy. Into my pussy, thrusting into me like an endless human cock. Except this was so much more intense, so filling. I imagined my tight little pussy hole stretched open, pink flesh surrounding a thick black tentacle coated with my juices.

  Though a blind daze of desire, I turned my head. I wanted to see it. Him. Whatever it was that was claiming my body, I wanted to know. But it was too dark, and all I could make out was coal black hair. Its head was bent, just like in the vision it had shown me. I could feel his mouth against the side of my neck. His tongue swirled around my tender skin.

  My fingers tightened on the railing as I felt more tentacles curling around me. He pushed me forward, pressing my belly against the railing, forcing me to look straight ahead. My legs were spread even further as I was suddenly being probed from behind- my ass cheeks were forced apart by a slender tendril, while yet, another pushed at my back entrance and slithered deep into my asshole. The probing felt rapturous, like nothing I'd never felt before.

  Pleasure bloomed as I was dually penetrated. I opened my mouth to groan, and a slender tentacle slid between my lips and lapped at my tongue. It tasted of rain water and salt and something alien. But I liked it. It seemed pleased by my thought, and slid another tentacle into my mouth. It was the strangest, oddest sensation as I tried to lick at each tentacle.

  My hips gyrated, moving back and forth, encouraging the tentacles to probe me deeper. My pussy stretched as I shoved myself forward, impaling myself as far as I could. I groaned, a steady cadence of soft little moans and whimpers. I could feel him everywhere, feel him feasting on my pussy, my ass, and every part between. I could feel tentacles tickling across my shoulders, pushing my hair off my neck, sliding down my back, and cupping my breasts.

  The sensations overwhelmed me and I couldn't hold back. And somehow, I knew that it didn't want me to hold back. It wanted my orgasm, wanted my silky fluids to squirt out as I came.

  "Cum." The demand for my satisfaction whispered into my mind. He wanted it. He wanted to taste my essence. I exhaled a long, harsh breath as I felt my body tremble from the inside out. My orgasm was like the lightning flashing in front of me. Electric, searing, and consuming. A rush of hot, tingling sensation rippled through every cell. My pussy clenched the tentacle and undulated around it. Ripples of pleasure pulsed through me as I rode out the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

  Inhaling a shaky breath, I rode out the aftershock of my orgasm, feeling these little waves of pleasure continue to pulse around my belly and pussy. The creature lifted me and cradled me to its chest, moving me to the other-side of the walkway and settling me onto a bench out of the rain.

  I stared up at him as he hovered above me and tried to make sense of what I was seeing. Most of him was a blur of shadow. A ghostly apparition, something unreal. Not quite human in shape, with tentacles stretching out in all directions. His face was obscured by the shadows, but I could make out two glowing orbs of blue. Were those his eyes?

  "D-do you have a name?" I asked hesitantly.

  "Jack," the name echoed in my thoughts.

  "You're the captain, aren't you? The one I read about."

  "Yes."

  "So the story is real? You gave yourself over to a sea monster as a sacrifice to save your crew?"

  "Yes."

  "...but you don't look human now. You look more like a-" I couldn't quite say the word.

  "Monster," he whispered in my mind. "I became it."

  I shook my head, feeling dazed. How could any of this be possible? Even after everything I had just experienced, a part of me still doubted that any of it was real. That I was caught up in an erotic dream and couldn't awaken.

  "I'm real." A tentacle slithered across my taut stomach and teased my bellybutton before oozing its way over my mound. It parted my pussy-lips and focused on my clit, tiny little suction cups sucking around my most tender, sensitive part. The fleshy nub swelled as the tentacle teased me without mercy.

  I sighed with delight as he leaned over, his head hovering over my thighs. He flicked his tongue out, and I shivered at the duality of sensations caused by his tongue and tentacles. I writhed beneath him and thrust my hips up to grind myself against his face. My head rolled to the side and my hands lifted above my head, stretching out on the bench.

  "Close," I muttered as I felt every muscle in my body tense. "So, so, close!" I breathed out the words in between sensual moans. "Oh...ohhhh." I cried out as another, intensely powerful orgasm tore through me.

  Before I had the chance to recover, to catch my breath even, the creature was on top of me. Half man, half monster, it didn't matter to me. The craving was begging for more. I wanted, needed, to feel its cock.

  He grunted as his weight shifted all around me. He felt more human as the tentacles retreated. Some of them, anyhow. A few of them had wound themselves up my arms and held my wrists together above my head, keeping them pressed to the bench and locking them together.

  His human tongue was parting my lips. He groaned into my mouth as two of his tentacles latched onto my nipples. He kissed me, smothering my cry of delight as he pushed his tentacle-cock into me. I don't know what it was exactly, but I knew in that moment that it was utterly delicious. He stroked into me, thrusting his hips against mine hard. I could feel my hipbones slapping against his body, and thought about the bruises I would certainly incur. I didn't care. The roughness made me whimper for more. I loved it.

  I didn't bother to speak- not that I could with his
mouth smothering mine, but I wanted to know if he could come. Some deep, dark part of me wanted this creature's cum filling up my pussy.

  "Yes," he answered in thought.

  His thrusting became harsher, quicker. His body tensed as he broke the kiss and groaned. I could feel his essence flooding into my womb. He bucked his hips several more times while his warm semen shot into my pussy. As he pulled out I could feel its warmth seeping from my slit. His tentacles spread semen over my tits, a couple more slithered between my lips and dripped the milky white fluid all over my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth, awed by the salty, seawater taste of his cum. And then I swallowed.

  Lightning flashed and for the briefest of moments, I could see his face. Not of what he had become, but what he must have looked like before he had made a deal with a sea-devil. His hair was black and silky, his eyes bright, vivid, and blue. He smiled at me, amused by my surprise.

  Another flash of lightning illuminated the lighthouse, and he was gone.

  "Wait!" I yelled as I sat up, not ready to let go of him so soon, the aftertaste lingering on my tongue. I had a thousand more questions. "Please!" I ran to the railing and looked over at the shore. He was there, at the edge of the water. Lightning sizzled across the ocean, lighting the beach. He turned his head and gave a glance up to the top of the lighthouse.

  "Don't go!" I called out as I noticed the ghostly pirate ship in the distance. The light faded, casting everything in rainy-wet darkness. Thunder rumbled, followed by another streak of lightning. He was gone. The ship was gone. And a part of me wondered if my sanity had left with them.

  As I stood there, dripping with rain water and monster cum, all I could think about was how mind-blowing it had been...and how I wanted more.

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  Whitley & The Bigfoot

  Natasha Hunter

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  I pushed my sleeves up as a trickle of sweat rolled down the back of my neck. An Indian Summer warmed the book store as I browsed the aisles. I took my time wandering about, killing time while I waited for my best friend, Kymberly. She was outside getting her caricature drawn, a gift for her newest boyfriend, Connor.

  A soft, humid breeze wafted through the store, rattling a silver and pink crystal windchime above the door. The melody caught my attention and I looked to the entrance. From beyond the opened door, I could see Kym out in the square posing for the street artist. I wiggled my fingers in her direction then stuck my tongue out playfully before heading deeper into the store's interior. Since we were vacationing in New Orleans, I decided to pick up a few books to read as I had regretfully left my e-reader at home.

  I found a few made-for-tourist books on the Big Easy and pulled a couple off of the bookcase to buy. Sure, I could probably find most of the information online, but there was something charming about buying real books to take home. Tucking them under my arm, I continued to browse the aisles.

  I came across a book tucked away under the 'Local Authors' section about paranormal beasts and monsters. It immediately drew my attention and my heart skipped a beat. I instinctively gave a glance around, then pulled it from the shelf and flipped it open. "Isla Rouse," I read the author's name aloud as I glanced at her picture on the book jacket. She was stunningly beautiful for her age, which was hard to guess. Her face was smooth, her hair sleek, pulled back into a low ponytail. Her eyes were luminous, large, and knowing. I could tell that she was an old soul. I thumbed through the pages though I knew I didn't have time to read much because Kym would be waiting for me outside.

  After I made my purchases, I found Kym and we finished out the morning by doing two ghost tours and stuffing ourselves with baguettes and pralines. I had a fun time hanging out with her but I kept thinking about the book, and was eager to find some quiet time alone to read.

  At midday, Connor texted to tell her the guys had made it to the hotel. I was thankful that Sam, Kym's younger brother, brought a friend, because I really didn't want it to feel like a couples' vacation. Kymberly swore Sam had a crush on me, but I had never felt the same about him. Plus, I didn't think I was over Jake yet, despite having not seen him in months. Things were complicated with my ex. I loved him deeply, but knew I couldn't be with him. He deserved better. Someone who could be faithful.

  The five of us met up for lunch in the French Quarter at a little bistro on the corner. Though both Sam and his friend tried to engage me in conversation, I kept zoning out, my thoughts bouncing back and forth between Jake and the book I bought earlier. After lunch, we headed back to the hotel.

  I read the afternoon away, stretched out on my hundred-year-old canopy bed with the balcony doors open. The author spoke of monsters as if they were real, not merely legends and stories passed down from generation to generation. It felt like she was speaking from firsthand experience, as if she knew about the things I had seen. I simply had to know more! I googled the author and found that she lived close by. Luckily enough, her phone number was listed, and I gave her a call and asked if we could meet. Thankfully, she agreed.

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  I settled down in the wicker rocking chair opposite of the swing on her porch and smiled nervously. "I appreciate you taking time to see me."

  Isla nodded, smiling in return. "Of course, child." Her accent was warm and alluring, a true Southern lady. I was instantly beguiled. "So, tell me. What brings you here?" she asked with a knowing smile.

  "I read your book..." I hesitated, then said. "And I have some questions. That is, if you don't mind."

  She swayed her hand regally, "Go on."

  "Well. You seem to know a lot about the supernatural. I mean, not like, the crackpot stuff I read on the internet, but real stuff. And, well, you make it sound so believable. So, I guess my question is...do you really believe what you write?"

  The swing squeaked as Isla pushed her feet, rocking herself slowly. A balmy, humid breeze blew across the porch, bringing with it the scent of late blooming flowers and the hint of rain. She took her time in answering, so long that I started to doubt if she even would. "The question should be, do you believe?"

  I chewed my bottom lip as I stared at her. That was not the answer I came for, not the answer I needed. "Maybe. I think so. Maybe." I hesitated, then admitted, "Yes."

  "Why?" she countered in her warm southern drawl.

  I drew in a deep breath. I wasn't expecting to have my questions directed back at me. I came here for answers, for help. "I-I don't know," I stuttered.

  Her chocolate eyes narrowed with disbelief. "I think you do. I think you came here to tell me something. Confess something perhaps?" She prodded.

  I could feel heat creeping up my neck and scorching my cheeks. It was like she knew. But, how could she? "I don't know what you're talking about..."

  "I think you do," she said matter-of-factly. Isla took a dainty sip of her sweet iced tea, then said, "I wrote that book for people like you. People who have experienced something. Something other-worldly, but very real. In our reality. People need to know they aren't crazy. You are not crazy, and what you've seen is real."

  "But you don't even know what I have seen," I countered sheepishly.

  "I don't need to. I can tell just by your expression that you've seen something. Maybe more than once? Have you had multiple experiences? I would guess yes. Your energy is intense, and they are probably attracted to it."

  My brow quirked. "My energy?"

  She spoke softly. "I'm something of a clairvoyant. I can sense your energy, and I can tell that you've been touched. I can feel you're different from most folks. You feel like the Others, as if they have left an indelible imprint upo
n you."

  Embarrassed, I glanced down at my hands. "I've not spoken about this to my best friend. No one knows," I whispered.

  A fond smile touched her lips. "Probably for the best. I find that folks who haven't seen 'em, who haven't experienced anything, well, those people won't believe you anyhow."

  I nodded my agreement, then asked, flitting my blue eyes towards her. "But how can they be real? The things I've seen... why can't others see them? Catch them? Or at least capture them on film? Why isn't there better proof of such creatures?"

  She chuckled, "It is frustrating, I know. The best I understand it is that they don't live in our world. They are here for a fleeting moment, drawn across the veil between where they live in their worlds, and ours. I think maybe someone with very strong energy- like you- calls them here."

  "Do they all live in the same world?" I asked, astonished, wondering if there truly was another reality in which the Lizardman lived with his own kind.

  "I suspect not. My guess is that there are a lot of different worlds. Realities. Whatever you want to call them. And sometimes there's an intersection between the two. And when the circumstances are just right, those creatures can pass through to ours."

  'Great,' I thought. 'I'm like a monster sexual attraction. No big deal.' "Is there anything I can do to uhm- dampen this energy that you're sensing?"

  "I'm not sure. But why would you want to? You have an incredible gift. You'll see things, experience things, that hardly anyone else on our world could ever."

  "Because it scares me," I answered honestly.

  "Life is scary, child." She grinned. "What is it that you're really afraid of?"

  I let out a taut sigh as I contemplated telling her the truth, that I had sex with both a lizard-esque monster, and some kind of hybrid man-tentacle sea monster ghost. Even as I thought the words I realized how insane they sounded. "I'm ashamed to say."