Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (60 page)

“You
can’t take this away from me, Max. You can’t. You don’t want it to end, either.
I felt it last… whenever. There was something inside you besides lust. You
wanted me to like it.”

“I’m
leaving,” he said, sharply. “Get some sleep, you should be fine in a few hours.
Don’t call me, I won’t come back.”

I rolled
onto my side. “You’re lying.”

My
apartment door slammed shut. 

Chapter Three

It took me over a week to get back to writing. It took me
three days after Max left to get up again, on top of days drifting in and out
of consciousness, living on soup. I have an unusual relationship. My boyfriend,
if I can call him that, is a demonic shape-shifting monster, and every time I’m
with him it drains some of my soul away. I’m fairly unique, in that if I lose
my soul I won’t just die. I’ll turn and become like him. Being with him is
killing me. Being without him would be worse.

I can’t
stop.

Working
in bed was the only way I managed. I limped into my living room and picked up
my laptop and curled up in bed with it, lit only by the glow of the screen. The
words flowed naturally to me. They always tell you to write what you know, and
now I no longer had to imagine being used by a werewolf or a dragon. I’d
experienced it first hand. The first time Max came to my apartment, I told him
I wanted to be fucked by the big bad wolf, and he was happy to oblige. That
wasn’t enough. I told him I wanted to be taken by force and without warning by
a dragon, and I got what I wanted. It kept me bedridden for days, but it was
bliss. The thought of being so thoroughly used by him made me squirm and rub my
thighs together, and it flowed into my writing. I think the story I was
finishing then was my best work.

When it
was done I put the computer away and laid in bed, my head turned. I looked at
my sideways reflection in the mirror and wondered how I was going to go outside
again. My hair was jet black and my left eye was red in the iris, the pupil a slit
like a cat’s. Max said it would go away, but only if I wasn’t with him anymore.
If he came to me again I would become a pale skinned creature, a thing like him
that has to draw on the lust of human beings to survive. I was scared, but what
scared me most was that I thought I might like it. I picked up the phone.

Max
answered my call immediately. “No, Elizabeth.”

“On more
time,” I pleaded, breathless. I shuddered at the sound of my voice. I sounded
coquettish, breathy, without meaning to. Was I turning into a monster already?

“I’m not
going to do that to you.”

“You
can’t resist,” I said, tracing my hand over my stomach as if he could see me.
My voice turned into artful sighs, thick with seduction. “I know you want it.”

“Elizabeth,
stop it.”

“I’ve had
a dragon and a werewolf,” I said, my laugh coming out husky and heavy. “I want
tentacles next.”

I was
greeted only by silence for a while, and then he hung up.

After I
tossed the phone across the room I rolled over on my side. I was like an
addict, just told I’d had my last fix. I hugged my pillow to my chest and tried
to remember what it was like to feel warm. I was afraid my computer would
overheat, it was so hot in the apartment, but it never seemed to sink in, to
get into my bones. I pulled my blankets up to my neck and pushed my eyes shut,
but sleep wouldn’t come.

There was
a knock at my door. I got up, moving slowly through my apartment, dressed only
in an old shirt that hung down just past my hips, barely covering me. If I
stretched, I would be indecent. I looked through the peephole, and there he
was. Max.

When I
opened the door, he took his hat off -he always dressed like it was the
fifties, like he didn’t really get fashion- and stepped inside, and I pushed
the door shut behind him.

“Are we going
to do it?”

“I’m here
to talk you out of it.”

I folded
my arms under my chest. “You can’t take it away from me, Max.”

“I
shouldn’t have come back,” he sighed, leaning on my kitchen counter. “You don’t
know what you’ll lose if if I go too far with you.”

“I don’t
care.”

“You feel
cold, don’t you?”

I
shivered. “Yes.”

“It’s
like that all the time, unless you’re in the act, having sex with someone.
Draining them.”

“I don’t
care.”

“You
won’t be interested in me anymore. I won’t be able to satisfy you no matter
what I do.”

“Yes, I
will, besides-”

“You’ll
kill.”

I
shuddered. “What?”

“I’ve
been this way for a long time. I don’t even remember how it started. When I was
young, I couldn’t help it. I’d like with a woman, and she’d beg and plead with
me not to stop, until she was gone. I still have their memories rattling around
in my head, taunting me for what I did to them. It took me years of effort to
learn to feed without killing my partner. I don’t want to do that again. I
don’t want you to go through it.”

“Isn’t it
my decision?” I said, touching his arm. I ran my fingers through my hair. It
had never been so shiny and silky before. “What if I like it?”

“You have
to make a deal with me,” he said.

“Anything.”

He
smirked. “I’ll be whatever monster you want for tonight, but I want to have you
as I am before we finish. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

He
touched my chin, just brushed it with his thumb, and it sent a jolt through me,
a wave of heat that made me rise up on my tip-toes and grin stupidly. I
squeezed my legs together, realizing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I
was already wet.

“Go back
in the bedroom. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I
wandered back into my room, walking funny with an exaggerated sway of my hips,
and swung the door shut. I peeled all the sheets of my bed except for the
bottom and balled them up in the corner of the room, then flopped back on it,
spread eagle. The thought of him walking in the room and seeing my pussy
between my spread legs, my mound lifted up to meet him, made me even hotter and
I hugged myself, thinking about what he would do to me.

I almost
didn’t notice the fleshy tentacle that had slithered over the edge of the bed,
until it slid over my calf, leaving a thin trail of warm, sticky fluid, almost
like saliva. I sat up and stared, but it was too late. More tentacles whipped
out, sliding out from under the bed, and looped around my wrists and ankles, so
tight they made my hands and feet tingle. The fleshy arms were too strong, and
pulled me back down onto the bed, spread-eagled, until I sank into the
mattress.

Yet
another tentacle slithered up onto the bed, undulating like a snake made of
slippery, gray flesh. It almost looked like a slug, and I felt a wave of
revulsion as it crawled towards my hip, but my stomach fluttered with
excitement, too. I could see the underside of it as it moved, covered with
thousands of tiny, translucent little nubs, like fingers. It took forever to
crawl over the bed towards me, slowing the more I willed it to come closer.

Finally,
it touched me. It crawled up my hip, and I thrust my mound up, urging it to
crawl over my pussy as I felt the little fleshy fingers crawling over my skin,
slipping and sliding over my flesh, making me shudder, but it turned from
crawling under between my legs and slipped under my shirt, and I watched it
crawl under the thin layer of cotton. It worked its way up over my belly,
tickling as it went, and I giggled, struggling to keep my teeth clenched. I was
dripping wet, the feeling of air on my pussy as I was held down and the fingers
slid over my stomach driving me mad with lust.

Slowly,
the appendage made its way up and over my chest, and I let out a low moan as it
crawled over my breast. It sat there, the fingers digging into the soft flesh,
kneading and caressing. I felt the fleshy fingers squeezes my nipple and tug at
it flick it, and I writhed on the bed. I saw a second arm like the first
crawling over the bed towards me when I opened my eyes. It joined the other,
crawling over my breast and another one appeared. Soon there was an undulating
mass of tentacles layered over my chest and stomach, thousands of fingers
sliding over me like an army of hands, caressing my skin squeezing and fondling
my breasts. I tried to pull my hands up to hug them to me, but the tentacles
held my arms down.

They let
me lift my head to see more emerging from under the bed, lifting up like
snakes. A mass of them flopped onto the mattress between my legs and came
towards me slowly, sliding and slipping over each other, and I let out a gasp
as I realized how thick and heavy they were, the thought of them sliding into
my tender holes making me chew my lower lip as they got closer and closer. One
reached out before the others, much thinner at its tip, and gently grazed over
my thigh, twitching as my entire body jerked in response. It grew closer to my
pussy, its touch growing even lighter until it drew back without touching. More
of the flesh-fingers had appeared and crawled over my arms, nestled into my
armpits and along my ribs. I was covered in a writhing, groping mass, and still
I wanted more, willed the thick tubes of wriggling flesh at my feet to hammer
me until I screamed.

Finally,
the thin tip of the tentacle touched my slit and came away wetter than before,
shuddering. The tip pressed inside slowly, thinner than a finger, undulating
like a snake, curling and slipping from side to side like a tongue tasting my
cunt. With a little ripple it pushed deeper and thickened as it went, and my
head fell back against the pillows and I let out a low moan. It rippled deeper
and deeper, growing wider, filling me and splitting me until it nearly hurt and
every breath was a sharp gasp for air.

More
tentacles forced my head up. It wanted me to see. I saw a wave of thickness
travel down the length of the tentacle, as if there were a baseball sliding
through it. It grew nearer and nearer and I shivered as I felt it come, as the
thick wave of muscle stretched my cunt and forced inside, tapering off as it
pushed in, followed by another and another. I was coated in sweat and slime,
twisting on the bed, the tentacles bruising my wrists and ankles as I writhed
feebly to escape, not really meaning to. I felt like I was melting.

It was
just getting started.

Another
tentacle slid up the bed and I realized where it meant to go with a shudder. It
pushed under the other one, the thin tip licking over my ass cheeks, probing at
the cleft between them. It took its time finding my asshole and when it touched
it was thinner than the thinnest finger and slipped inside easily, the strange,
tingling feeling of it sliding and twisting against my asshole, like a tongue,
making me itch for more. Every time I thought it meant to sink in deeper and
fill my ass, it drew back a little, sensing my urgency, making me plead inwardly
for it. I was no longer able to form words, just gasp and moan.

It
started to thicken. Feeling the two fleshy arms squeezing the thin layer of
muscle between my ass and pussy drove me wild and I started to roll my hips,
urging them deeper inside me. More slithered over my legs, teasing, and I felt
one just barely brush my clit, and screamed, clenching my fists. My whole body
jerked as though I’d felt an electric jolt, and it was only the beginning. I
was laughing and crying at the same time, moaning so hard my jaw hurt.

The
tentacles became thicker and thicker, beginning to pulse. I watched waves and
bulges slide up their length and disappear inside me, and they began to grow
wet, coating my body with sticky, warm fluid somewhere between spit and cum. I
felt it pumping inside me until it poured out over my legs and I lay in a hot
pool of sweat and slime, like thick oil, writhing and thrashing. It soaked my
hair, made my skin slick as the tentacles slid over my belly. The soft tip of
one massaged my clit while another flicked over my belly button like a tongue.
I clenched my teeth and struggled against the clenching, grasping arms looped
around my wrists and ankles, and more seized my knees and elbows, pinning me to
the bed, making the slime squelch.

A thick
tentacle slid up my body and the soft tip tickled my chin, and then slid over
my lips. I moaned and tried to keep my mouths but the smooth tip pressed
between my lips and when it touched my tongue, I gasped for air and slid
inside, pushing at my throat until I gagged. It felt like a cock the length of
my body lay across me as the others ravaged me, pressing my breasts together so
the long, snaking arm could slide between them, forcing me to taste and suckle
it. A splash of hot, too-salty cum flooded my mouth, making me cough as it
spilled down over my chin until I had no choice but to swallow in a great gulp.
It gave me a moment to breath and then flooded in more, as it was pumping me
full in my ass and pussy. It stuck to my chin and flooded down over my chest as
the tentacles lifted my head from the bed.

I lost
all control of my body and melted into it, twitching as the sharp waves of
sensation rolled through me, making me gurgle and gulp at the thick, fleshy
cock pushing at my throat. It slid it further and my eyes rolled back, and I
felt my stomach clenching. I felt like I would explode and a sudden, almost
painful wave of heat rolled through me, making my fingers and toes pop from
curling, followed by a crashing cold that was washed away by yet more heat. I
looked down at the tentacles sliding in and out of my holes, covered in thick,
slippery liquid, each as thick as my arm. They pressed in together, moved with
each other, ripping sensations out of me I never knew existed.