Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (58 page)

I wasn’t
really expecting a theology lecture. I just stared at him.

“Really,
eat,” he said, “You’ll be fine.”

“I’m
really tired,” I said, sitting on a stool next to the counter.

He gave
me a fork. “Would you be tired if you did what you did last night with a normal
man?”

I bit my
lip. “I guess,” I admitted. “Yeah, I would.”

“Did I,
at any point, force anything from you? Did I not give you want you wanted?”

I thought
of the aching joy of that knot locking us together and blushed deeply. “I guess
not.”

He
smiled, running his hands through his hair. “See? Everything will be fine. When
your strength is up again, we can explore some more, if you wish.” 

I
shivered, my fork trembling in my hand, and looked into his eyes.

“Can you
do a dragon?”

He smiled
at me, very softly, very knowing.

Chapter
Two

“Elizabeth. It’s Max.”

I knew
who it was. Max was a little old fashioned. He didn’t understand cell phones;
his was so old it didn’t have caller ID. He felt the need to identify himself
to me when I answered the phone no matter how many times I explained it to him.
I could hear his hunger on the other side of the phone.

“I know
who it is,” I said, softly.

“This is
your choice. You don’t have to see me again, ever. I can walk away. I’ll even
make sure you get your book contract.”

I bit my
lip, hard. I wanted that book contract. I wanted to live a normal life. My
hobby of writing erotica had turned into a full time job, but I never expected
I would get an offer on my book proposal. What I expected even less was that my
publishing agent would turn out to be an incubus- a powerful demonic shape
shifter who fed on my lust. I’d been with him once already. He turned in to a
werewolf and tore my bedroom apart and fucked me so hard I screamed. Just
hearing his voice made me squirm in my easy chair.

“If I
keep doing this, you’ll pay the price.”

“You said
you could be a dragon,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice even. “I want the
dragon.”

“Elizabeth…”

“I want
you to hurt me. I want it to be big. Do you understand?”

He
sighed. It was a small sound, but it was packed. I heard indecision, lust, and
a twinge of fear. I wanted to think he liked me, that he really cared and saw
me as more than food. I knew I could never be with him. There was always a risk
he would drain the life out of me, leave me a soulless husk staring blankly out
the windows, a hollow shell of my former self.

“I
understand,” he said.

“Wait,
there’s one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I… I
don’t want to know it’s coming. I want you to take me by force.”

“You
mean…”

I could
hear the hunger dripping in his voice.

“It’s
dangerous,” he said. “I may lose myself in it.”

“Good,” I
sighed. “No warning. Try not to burn my house down or something, though.”

I could
hear his smile, almost. “I’ll be seeing you.”

I hung
up. I put the phone on the side table. Sometime, I didn’t know how, I didn’t
know where, I didn’t know when, a monster was going to find me, and he was
going to hurt me. He was going to take me whether I wanted it or not, no matter
how much I begged or screamed or struggled… and I was going to like it.

There was
work to be done. I spent the next few hours perched over my laptop with a pen
held in my teeth. I didn’t use the pen, it was just a nervous tick I picked up
in college, when I actually did. It was a weekend and I set a goal for myself
of a thousand words, and met it faster than I meant to. Naturally, I was
writing about dragons. My hands were trembling as I closed the laptop. I
changed out of my pajamas and into something I didn’t mind being ripped apart
by claws, an old t-shirt and jeans, and headed for the car.

There was
no particular destination in my mind. I just knew I was relatively safe at
home, and if he the monster was going to get me, I had to be in a vulnerable
place. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway, and by the time
I reached the end of my street I had a destination in my mind. I felt like
shopping.

The mall
was a safe place. I pulled into the parking lot and parked under a street lamp,
obeying the rules of basic safety like a good girl. I made sure my car was
locked and took a look around, making sure there were no dangerous looking
loiterers by the door, or anyone looking around among the cars. I made sure my
pepper spray was in my purse and started towards the mall, then froze.

Built
outside of town, the mall was surrounded by woods, and I had a terrible feeling
that something was watching me, and it made me queasy and excited all at once.
I slowed my step, wondering if he would come now, if he cared if anyone saw
him. I wondered what he would do to me, how it would feel. I could take the
pain. I wanted to be one of the characters in my stories, quivering with
excitement and fear, staring down a monster with a cock as thick as my wrist. I
shuddered at the thought of it, almost stumbling.

There was
no attack. I was not seized by some flying creature. I just walked into the
mall and felt a deep disappointment when I made it in unscathed. An old woman
carrying a bunch of bags gave me a curious look, and then went on her way. The
place was strangely deserted for a weekend. I looked around, shrugged, and walked
on with no particular destination in mind. The big department store in the
south wing had huge picture windows showing off mannequins and merchandise, and
I walked them slowly. There was a long, pretty dress in one of the windows. I
couldn’t help but picture myself in it, the damsel in distress being carried
off by the monster, screaming for help, but only half-heartedly, dreading and
lusting after what was to come when it dragged me back to its lair.

The
feeling of being watched settled on me again. I looked around. There was a
security guard making his rounds and a few shoppers, heading for the doors.
Everyone looked uneasy, even the guard, all glancing over their shoulders and
walking hunched, as if they were trying to escape notice. I headed for the door
of the department store and stepped inside, stepping of the tiles of the mall
hallway onto the carpet.

The store
was as deserted as the rest of the mall, with a few milling shoppers here and
there, and the sales clerks. I was beginning to get a little worried. I found
my way to the women’s department and began looking around for something I might
like to try on. It was nearly summer and I had enough money saved up to expand
my wardrobe a little. I saw a nice little sun dress, something I’d like to see Max
tear off of me, and lifted it up, holding it to the light. It would be nearly
see-through when the sun caught it the right way.

I held it
up, flat against me, and it looked like the right size, but there was really
only one way to tell. I stepped into one of the dressing booths and latched the
door, hanging the dress and my purse on the hooks, and started taking off my
clothes. I pulled my shirt off and pushed my jeans down, and was pulling one
leg free when a massive tail slammed through the wall behind me, sending chunks
of drywall sliding between my feet and a cloud of dust into the room.

For a
second, I caught a brief glimpse of it- as thick as my leg, a corded length of
muscle covered in coppery scales and a crest of sharp looking spines. I screamed
as it looped around my waist, clutching the breath out of me, and dragged me
through the hole in the wall. I pulled feebly at the broken drywall and lost my
grip. The tail swung me around and dropped me onto a mattress wrapped in
plastic, pulled down from a row of the others, and I saw the creature.

Spreading
itself on all fours, the dragon in the department store stock room was as big
as a horse, its wings twenty feet across as it they spread out, translucent
skin stretched between long bones. It came charging at me as I struggled to my
feet, slipping on the plastic sheeting on the mattress. I glimpsed something in
its crimson eyes, like hot coals, as the hot wash of its breath fell over me.
It spun me around, hooking its huge hand around my legs, and I slammed down on
my back, landing on the mattress. It pinned me down with a huge hand on my
belly, and I looked down to see huge claws pressed against my skin until it
turned white. It could have torn me open if it wanted.

“Helllllo,”
it snarled, its voice guttural and inhuman, “Elizzzzzabeth.”

My heart
hammered in my chest as the beast’s scaly, almost birdlike head lowered towards
my face and opened in a big, toothy grin. His breath stank of rotten meat and
sulfur, and was furnace hot, making me prickle with first sweat. The beast’s
tongue lolled out and slid over my throat, hot and wet, leaving a sticky, foamy
trail of spittle behind it as it rolled over my skin. It was as hot as candle
wax, and made me cry out.

Feebly, I
tried to push the thing away from me, to grab it by the jaw, but it pushed
closer and the tongue slid over my face, coating me with its sticky, too-hot
drool, and the soft tip pushed against my lips. I turned my head but it didn’t
help, and the tongue pushed my lips open and slid into my mouth, wriggling. I
coughed and tried to fight it, but it filled my jaw, forcing me to open wide,
sliding against my own tongue. I gasped for air as it slid out and the dragon
moved, straddling me as it pulled its clawed hand away and slid the slippery muscle
between my breasts and over my stomach. Soaked with sweat and spittle, my bra
was plastered to my body.

The
dragon slipped his claw under it between the cups, pressing it against my skin,
making me feel the sharp edge, and roughly pulled up. I jerked as the strap
held for a second, then split between my breasts. I tried to cover myself but
the creature pushed my arm down and his tongue probed me, sliding over my
chest, curving around my breasts one at a time as the soft tip nudged my
nipples, and the dragon let out a low, almost hungry growl. The tongue began to
sweep lower, and the creature’s huge eyes fixed on mine, terrifying in their
hunger. I rolled onto my side, but it didn’t help.

It pinned
me down and ran its tongue down my flank, then over my thighs, tightly pressed
together, and over my cotton underwear.

“Take
them offfff…” it hissed, “Or I will.”

Shuddering,
I pushed my waistband down, keeping my legs pressed together. When I had them
over my calves, the dragon tore my underwear away and threw them aside, then
rolled me onto my stomach and pinned me with a hand as wide as my body. I could
feel claws against my skin again, feel its power, and the weight making me sink
into the mattress.

The
tongue slid over the backs of my legs, strangely ticklish, making me squirm
under his grasp. I grabbed handfuls of the plastic sheeting and bit my lip,
trying not to give him the satisfaction of a moan. His tongue slid between my
ass cheeks, slippery and hot as it moved over my asshole and down between my legs,
pressing against my pussy. Shivering, I tried to clench, to force my legs
together, but the tongue was too slippery, and too strong.

It
plunged inside me, dipping into my tight channel, and the dragon let out a
hungry growl. More and more tongue flowed into me, spreading me wider and wider
as it thickened, until my eyes watered and I kicked my feet. I could feel it
squirming inside me, twisting and flexing, leaving me full of hot saliva. It
slid out, making me gasp from the sudden cold, and then under me, sliding up
under my belly, and worst of all, over my clit.

It was
amazing. I ground my ass into it, sliding myself against the powerful muscle,
my whole body slick with sweat and sticky drool. I felt myself building a
rhythm, and was surprised to hear the moans escaping my own throat. Suddenly
the tongue drew back up, and I cried out as it the tip pushed against my
asshole, and then slid inside.

Thrashing
on the bed, I tried to force it out but it was too slippery and strong and
pushed inside me, deeper and deeper, twisting and spreading and probing,
flailing inside my ass. The dragon laughed, the heavy sound vibrating through
this tongue as I clenched my teeth. It was sliding so deep inside it hurt,
spreading me open, and began to slide in and out, twisting this way and that.

Suddenly,
he pulled out and rolled me onto my back, standing over me, his tail wagging
from side to side. My eyes locked on his powerful chest, the muscles as heavy
as a man’s body, and slid down the sleek, pale expanse of his belly. I was
expecting to see his cock by now, but when I heard him laughing I seized up. It
was huge, as thick as my wrist, and too long. It swayed heavily under him as he
moved, the bulbous tip throbbing with the beat of his massive heart.

“It’s too
big,” I pleaded, sliding back on the mattress.

He
lowered himself on top of me. There was nothing I could do but grasp at his
massive shoulders as I felt the thick head touching the lips of my pussy,
hotter than the rest of him, so hot it nearly hurt. I tried to slither out from
under him but he was too heavy and too strong, and I saw his haunches flex, the
powerful muscles bulging, and as he pushed inside me I screamed, flailing my
legs.

“Oh God,”
I said, my back arching, “Oh God, oh God!”

It was
huge, bigger than anything I’d ever had inside me before. I’d used words like
splitting me open and filling me before, but this gave meaning to those
phrases. The only thing that spared me was his control, the slowness with he
moved, stuffing me inch by inch, his huge chest rumbling against me as he
breathed. I could feel the power, feel the fury behind it as the heavy member
pushed inside me, sliding in my own juices. He could have destroyed if he
wanted, crushed me utterly and torn me apart. I could feel his power rumbling
all around me, consuming me.

Somehow,
I eased into it. My mind fuzzed and I realized I could feel him pressed against
me. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he was all the way inside. The pain I
felt was changing, not fading but twisting into something else, and I felt too
hot, like I was catching on fire from the inside. It felt so good I thought I
might die from it, my heart might clench from the pleasure and never beat
again.