Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (78 page)

Chapter 4

I
awoke to such an odd sensation. Odd for me at least.

I
could feel strong, warm arms around me, holding me close. The familiar yet
exotic scent of that dream man who’d given me my night of bliss. And most
prominent of all, the feeling of being filled so completely. So perfectly.

The
moist, slicking sound of our loins together, that enormously large member
inside me, rocking in and out and eliciting a moan from my lips before I even
understood it fully. How wonderful it was to awaken to that, though I suppose I
should’ve been alarmed at awakening to a man fucking me unsolicited, somehow it
was like we shared some body. He always knew what I wanted, even without saying
it.

It
was no violation for him to wake me like this, I realized. Because I wanted
nothing more.

With
one of his arms under my gown, he grasped one of my full breasts and kissed my
neck. “Ohhh Rita.”

I
never wanted to wake up. This, him, it was so much better than reality. It was
what I needed, and wanted. It was everything I ever dreamed of, and it felt so
real. I never had recurring dreams, but I didn’t mind this one.

He
didn’t have a name. I never gave him one, so I breathed out, “Mmm, Anton,” and
knew it fit. He was a part of me, after all.

I
felt him throb inside me so thickly, as if my plucking his name from the aether
pleased and aroused him. The slap of his groin striking my pillowy ass growing
as he picked up speed. “Being apart felt like an eternity,” he husked into my
ear between licking and kissing my neck. That strong hand of his squeezing my
breast and rubbing my areola was attentive through the incessant thrust of his
dark cock.

I
felt like I was shaking, trembling, and I realized that the thought of losing
him again was terrifying. I couldn’t handle the thought of losing him, and I
clasped his arms and hands tightly in mind, squeezing him to me. I couldn’t go
through another droning, depressing day without him, and my breathing hitched
in my throat.

He
licked my ear and gave such a groan. It was part longing, part sadness, as if
he could feel my emotions empathically. “I’ll be waiting here for you,” he
urged as he rose up, but still spooned into my back as he continued to thrust
in me. “I’ll be here waiting for you each and every night, my sweet Rita. My
love.” He was so careful, I barely felt that dark ram’s horn of his brush my
head as he kissed along my cheek even amidst the passion of his fucking me.

It
didn’t matter that he was some devil, something otherworldly that I conjured up
from my darkest fantasies. It only made it sweeter. Perhaps I’d simply given up
on believing that I could have anything in common with another human being, and
that’s why I dreamed of him.

Either
way, his member thrust into me and made me moan.

He
was so masterful with those deep, powerful thrusts of his. Not only gorgeous
and big, but so attentive in his motions. It startled me, however, when I felt
him shiver behind me, gasp and mutter, “You feel too good, Rita. I can’t hold
back much longer.” His voice, so dark and masculine, was breathy, as if his
overpowering need to cum inside me weakened him.

I
sniffled, because I was afraid. I didn’t want him to cum, to finish and
disappear. I wanted to stay with him, but his body felt so good inside me. He
tightened his grip on my large breast and my pussy tightened around him. “Oh
god,” I murmured, biting down on my lip.

Clinging
to me, he quaked and swelled inside me. That massive shaft bulged as he shook
with intense pleasure just before flooding my quim with his seed. He wasn’t
finished, though, muttering my name and a string of ‘yes’ in between his moans,
that endless stream of virile spunk filling me up and then being forced into my
womb and out of my pussy with his hard thrusts.

“Ohhh
Rita,” he moaned as he fell around me, arms clinging to me. “You are so
perfect.” He kissed and suckled my neck.

I
opened my eyes as he came, because I didn’t want him to go away. I pulled
myself into him harder, squeezed my thighs tight to trap him in my pussy.
“Don’t go,” I pleaded, but I knew I’d have to wake up, that eventually it’d be
back to the routine, and now I dreaded it more than ever before.

I’d
gotten used to the sterile white walls and being ignored by the people around
me, but now I knew something more. I knew passion, and lust, and I hated that
it had to end.

He
didn’t leave, though. He moaned at the clutch of my tight cunt and nuzzled his
nose into my cheek as he held me. His strong, reassuring voice so delicious
against my ear. “I won’t leave you, Rita I’ll stay the whole night,” he
promised with a kiss. “Just like last time. I want to savour our every moment
together.” I could see the warm smile on his face from the corner of my gaze.

Still
I trembled with the need he’d awakened in me, and my nails grazed his skin. I
felt so safe and secure lying next to him, my body so accommodating to his. It
was as though we were meant to be together. A smile lifted my cheeks. He was a
dream, a fantasy, and I didn’t need to make small talk with him. To ask him
what his family was like and what he did for a living. I didn’t need to pretend
to be interested in anything outside of him and his body.

It
was such a perfect body too. He undid my nightgown and exposed my heavy breasts
as he curled about me and latched his lips onto one of my nipples. So greedily,
he sucked at the stiff teat, and I could feel that thick organ of his pulse
within me, such inhuman virility in it.

He
broke from his suckling only to speak to me, “Sorry I came so soon. You just
felt so good, Rita... I couldn’t help myself.” He was so sincere, so beautiful.
Dark hair framed his ethereally handsome face as he returned to suckling my
buxom tit.

I
wasn’t surprised by how little it bothered me. The pleasure he got from my body
gave me my own high, and I practically purred at his words. I’d never heard
myself make a sound like that before, and I squirmed with happy enthusiasm.
“It’s okay,” I managed.

He
slipped from me, and with the void of his manhood his thick seed drooled out of
my gaped slit. Although the sadness at that emptiness was driven away by his
wide, almond-shaped eyes gazing into mine as he pushed me onto my back. “I
thought of you all day,” he said. “Did you think of me?” And I couldn’t help
but remember how I forced him from my mind the whole morning.

It
was too painful. To long for something or someone that I could only visit in a
dream. My lip trembled as my eyes avoided him. He made me feel naked, and I
knew he already understood my thoughts.

I
didn’t need to see it to feel that dark frown on his face. He reached from my
cheek and stroked it tenderly. “We’re special,” he said in a hurt voice. “Do
you still deny that I’m real?” To look at him, fit and strong, looming over me
with his honed musculature, he was too real to deny and too amazing to believe.
“It hurts me to know you keep thinking like that, Rita.” His words were genuine.

“You
have to be a dream,” I said, because I knew it was true. He was too strange,
too ethereal to be real. To be interested in me. I drew in my lower lip and
nibbled it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He
lowered himself atop me, his arms moving up my shoulder. That hurt expression
never left his face, and I knew I had wounded him. It was sad to see his sorrow
mar his features. “I want us to be real,” he said. “I want you to come home to
me. To make love to you truly. Not because you think I’m some dream.”

“I’d
still be with you, even if you weren’t,” I said, and the words surprised me.
I’d never been great at expressing my emotions, but it was true. I would have
died for a chance to go on a date with him if he were a real man. Someone flesh
and blood.

I
wanted it so badly.

That
made his eyes soften, but I could still see that he was troubled by my
reluctance. “If you think about me during the day real hard, and I think about
you in return, it’d be a bit like we were together,” he said. “It’d make an invisible
bond.” He touched where his heart would be, then to my chest, as if there were
some invisible tether there. “Don’t you want that, Rita?”

More
than anything. I thought it would be easier to forget about him, to push him
aside during the day, but it’d only made my day harder, more monotonous and
dull. Nothing exciting had happened, nothing had made me want to be in the real
world any longer. For a moment I wondered if this was what going crazy felt
like, but if going crazy meant I felt loved and desired by someone, then it was
better than being sane.

I
felt him angle his hips and begin to nudge his cock back inside me, the slick
honey and seed along my gaping cunny making it easier for him to get that girth
there. He moaned as he filled me and kissed my lips, “Rita, think of me
tomorrow, and I’ll do something special for you when you get home. A special
act of love.” His cryptic promise were tantalizing as he began to pump his
shaft into me.

“What?”
I asked, half shock, half curiosity egging me on. No one had given me a
surprise in years, and my body shook with anticipation. I felt almost as if it
were my birthday when I was a child, that enthusiasm making me wriggle. It was
his cock that made me moan, though, and I shuddered against him.

His
body drove into mine much harder now. It wasn’t the sweet lovemaking he awoke
me with: this was something hard, passionate. He gripped my body and rutted
into me like the virile man he was. “It’s a surprise,” he said with a wry grin.
“But once you see it,” he licked his lips in excitement, “once you experience
it, you won’t be able to deny me any longer, Rita.”

He
arched his neck back as he plunged down deep inside me, groaning with rising
arousal.

I
lost myself to him. My entire body just responded to his call, tightening and
tensing and twitching around his. “Oh god!” I called out, and I didn’t bother
holding back for fear of the neighbours. Nothing could hold me back when he hit
that hidden spot within me, and my honey gushed around him.

He
didn’t stop pounding into me then. He kept up that intensity, that passion the
whole night through. This time, unlike the last, I lasted the night. I willed
myself through it. The aid of our bodies grinding and fucking the time away
helped most of all, and when sunrise came I was in his arms.

He
vanished so gradually, I barely noticed at first. It was as if weariness was
taking me and consciousness fading, but when I opened my eyes wide and looked
to the light creeping in through the curtains, there was nothing left of him.
Nothing but faint curls of wispy black smoke.

I
broke into tears, but before I could lose myself to self-pity I saw something
where he had been. It was made of the same dark leather he wore, though sized
for me. I knew what it was meant for. A reminder of him throughout the day. For
how could I forget him with the sewn in metal beads that would rub against me
the whole day through?

Chapter 5

Perhaps
the fact that it somehow wasn’t a dream was what disturbed me most. There it
was, tangible evidence. Every time I crossed my legs on the commute, I was
reminded of him, of the fact that it was real. A pit formed in my stomach, and
I rubbed my belly.

We
hadn’t been careful, for who wanted to use a condom in their dreams? But more
than that, if he wasn’t a dream, what was he? The reminder between my legs
certainly kept my mind focused on him. As I stared at the boring white walls of
the office, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was from out of this world.

Surely
he wasn’t a human, not with those strange horns. The tick-tick-tick of the
clock punctuated my racing thoughts.

Two
nights with very little sleep left me in rough shape. I could barely stay
conscious, especially with the tedium of the in-between slowdowns my work held.

The
only anomaly of the whole day, in fact, was when a courier came with an
emergency delivery. “This is for Dr. Feinman,” he explained, the sealed
envelope in hand.

“I’ll
sign for it,” I said, and saw it was from the laboratory my boss had warned me
about the other day. This was that important information that was such a big
deal, though I could hardly force myself to even wonder what it was about.

I
put it into a special place upon my desk apart from the other mail and messages
so I wouldn’t forget it, and resumed my long train of thought about the
mysterious stranger.

He
wasn’t normal. He wasn’t a regular man. That should have frightened me more,
but it was so hard to feel anything but longing and desire for him. He was so
perfect to me, for me.

“Any
messages?” came the usual refrain.

“Here
you go,” I said absent-mindedly, handing him the usual stack. Why he even
bothered asking when it was right there in the bin on my desk marked for him
was beyond me.

I
waited until he was gone to roll my eyes, and my eyelids fluttered shut for a
moment. I needed a quick rest, and I listened to the rhythm of the clock before
I startled awake. It had only been a few minutes, but if anyone had come by, I
could have lost my job.

It
wasn’t a dream. I as awake all last night, and exhaustion clawed at me. I
admit, too... part of me hoped that if I stole off for a few minutes I’d see
him again, and a smile crossed my sleepy face. What was he?

So
tall, so strong. That beautiful musculature, that delightful grin. The way he
touched and caressed me. There was nothing about him that wasn’t perfect...
well, except for the horns and inhuman flesh tone. Although I realized I almost
stopped noticing that. It was part of him, as came to see it.

The
grind of those metal beads against my slit made it impossible to think of
anything else. Though I swear, as my eyes shut for a moment, I could feel him
hovering over me. His sweet voice a faint murmur as he said, “I’m thinking of
you too.”

Combined
with the feel of those leather panties, I nearly lost control and came .
Instead, I merely twitched and knocked a few things off my desk into the waste
bin. It startled me from my reverie, and made me realize it was time to go, as
I could hear the footsteps of the lab workers coming up the hall.

I
don’t think I ever grinned so widely, and I grabbed my leather purse. I decided
I wasn’t going to bother with the commute. I’d simply grab a cab and get home
in record time. It made me smile even wider, and I swear, I felt so light on my
feet as I grabbed my coat.

Never
was I so excited to go home.