Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (59 page)

Then he
really started fucking me.

I
couldn’t stifle the moans. They came out low and throaty, humming against his
massive, scaled chest. I arched against him, lifting my legs to open them,
pressing my body against the undulating scales of his underbelly. It felt like
he was going all the way through me. I felt so thoroughly used, so full. The
heat of it was unbearable, like a hot iron, but I wanted more. I rocked my hips
and surged against him, but it was difficult, hard to move with the huge mass
reaching inside me.

Forward
and back, in and out, his huge member slid in my tight channel, sliding in his
own too hot drool and my juices. I hugged myself and closed my eyes to hold
back the tears but they streamed down my cheek anyway and I clenched my teeth.
I felt alive, hungry and full at once, full of energy and utterly spent. With a
thrust he lifted me bodily from the mattress and I fell back down, my limbs
going limp, and with the next he lifted me again.

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 time 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.