Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (77 page)

I
didn’t know what he was talking about, but I also didn’t care as my tongue
pressed against his, probing and desperate. I needed him, I needed to have him
before I woke up. My hand grasped his cock tighter, feeling the throb of his
manhood meet the rapid pulse of my heart. My other hand slid down over my hips
until I felt the zipper of my skirt and started tugging it down.

He
felt me going for it, and his hand left my breast – though I could read
the reluctance on his face as he let go of that great mound – sliding it
on down to my hip. With such a dextrous hold he shimmied the garment down from
its place, then began curling his fingers into my panties. Eagerness was plain
upon his face, and the incessant throb of his dick grew quicker as he unveiled
me to his gaze, his breaths increasing. “I want to be inside you,” he mewled so
pleasantly, and my underthings rolled away with his touch.

I
nodded, my brown bun getting mussed up by the pillow as I lifted my bum and let
him slide the white panties off. “Hurry,” I begged him, for it wouldn’t last
much longer. I’d wake up, alone in my bed, and I needed him in me. Urgently.

With
a flick of the wrist it seemed he had those panties off. He brought them to his
face and fluttered his eyes shut as he inhaled my scent through them. He was
delaying giving me what I needed, but to see him so enraptured with my scent
was intoxicating. “Wonderful,” he murmured, before finally letting them go.

Without
even realizing it, he had his other hand in my hair and undid the bun to let my
dark locks free as he lowered himself. “You are simply gorgeous,” he said with
such an honest, caring face, though he nudged his way in between my thighs,
eagerly seeking out a place between them for himself and his startlingly large
shaft.

It
had been so long, and my lip trembled in excitement, my body so heated and wet
against that perfect crown. I thought he’d just slip in, I was so wet, but he
was too big for that, and it made me squirm. I spread my legs wider for him and
kept my eyes on him the whole time. I was afraid that if I blinked, he’d be
gone, and I wouldn’t even get to feel him spread me open.

It
was like he could read my mind, for he reassured me as that broad tip sank
slowly into my heated quim. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you and I have
made such love that it could never be forgotten or surpassed.” He gave a husky
moan of lust as the first few inches of that behemoth dick sank into me,
throbbing wildly with his lust against my tight, slick canal.

It
was as if my world exploded for that sweet moment, fireworks blasting off all
over my body and leaving me with a tingly sensation of heat. My thighs prickled
under the elastic of my thigh-highs, and I spread my legs wider. Even with how
wet I was, it was hard for him to press in, and I thought about my woefully
neglected sex toys. I hadn’t looked at them in months.

I
thought I was a prude, frigid. That I’d lost the part of myself that needed sex
and affection, but he awakened it so quickly with just a few words and loving
touches.

Yet
he was far more satisfying than any toy could be. That primal heat of his
radiated into me, overpowering my own. It was so gratifying to have him sink
in, and I only wanted more and more.

When
at last he nestled into the very depths of my womanhood, he gave such a sigh.
“Oh yes,” he said, “perfect. We fit so perfectly together.” I looked down and
saw it with my own eyes. His dark groin nestled to my mound, our tufts of pubic
hair meshed as his gorgeous length had fit into me fully and completely. The
look of blissful excitement on his face was infectious. “We’re perfect for each
other,” he said with another wide throb of his dick inside me, causing his eyes
to roll back in pleasure at my tightness.

He
was such a stunning, statuesque man, his abs and pecs carved so prominently in
his dark muscled flesh. As he tugged back his hips and began to rock into me,
it was as if the world ceased to exist beyond us.

He
was a man that was never meant for me, and my need was overflowing. It was all
encompassing and I groaned loudly. Quickly I bit my lower lip to silence
myself. It was late and the neighbours were sleeping.

The
first time I get laid in almost a decade and I’m still worried about what the
neighbours would think. Even in my dreams I was a worrier.

With
how he wrapped a hand beneath one of my thick thighs and hoisted it back, then
clutched one of my breasts with the other and thrust into me at an increasing
pace, it felt like anything but a dream, however. It was too good - my mind
couldn’t conjure up such a thing. The thick push of that hard dick into me, the
slap of those heavy balls stroking my pillowy ass beneath.

All
the while the look of exquisite joy on his face as he writhed just a bit,
overwhelmed by the sensations, just as I was. A thin sheen of perspiration
formed on his bare body, highlighting the muscles and blemishless of his torso
as he fucked me. “Oh... oh fuck,” he muttered, and I knew I was bringing him
such exquisite pleasure too.

Every
inch of my body wanted him, wanted to be touched by him, and I stifled another
loud cry. My sex throbbed around him, and he felt so huge. So big. Yet just as
he said, it was a perfect fit. Just large enough to make me feel it, to make my
body hum with pleasure, but not so large as to be uncomfortable.

His
luxurious hair swayed with his motions as they increased, working his length
into me faster, the lust in his gaze building. He wanted me, I could see it in
the way he gazed down at me amidst his throws of passion. It was true and
honest. It couldn’t be faked. “Just let it out,” he coaxed me in his honey rich
voice, so deep and masculine. “Don’t let them spoil our special time,” and I
knew he spoke of the neighbours I was so bizarrely worried about.

I
let it out first with a tiny pant, a little inhale of breath just to try it
out, but it only took me a second before I let out a louder moan. My face
flushed hot as I heard myself, the pleasure that ran through my voice, and I
bit my lip again. I sounded so... happy.

I
stopped biting down and let out a louder moan, and it was almost exuberant. It
was freedom.

Somehow
it only seemed to ignite the pleasure of my phantom lover all the more. His
beautiful face lit up with such happiness at hearing me satisfied, he gripped
my breast tighter, clenched that large mound and pounded a little harder.
Fucked me faster.

“Yes,”
he moaned out my name, “oh yes, Rita.” That name had never seemed so lovely, so
wonderful before he murmured it aloud in his deliciously dark voice. He bent
back my legs a little farther, and he thrust into me just right. He was
masterful, each stroke of his dick into my quim lighting up my senses with such
an explosion of pleasure.

He
ogled me again, looked at my stiff nipple poking from his fingers as he
hammered me hard. “I don’t want it to end, Rita,” he said with such longing. “I
want to be inside you forever. Two of us made one.”

I
wanted that too, but at the same time, I wanted him to find his end within me.
To know that I was able to fulfill a man, to be more than what I was. I
clenched him tighter and gasped as the muscles in my lower belly came alive,
working after being so long atrophied. “Please,” I pleaded, but I didn’t know
what I wanted.

He
did, or else his pleas of desire were just the prelude to what was already
inevitable. His body twitched at my squeeze of his manhood, and he bucked into
me. With a tight clench of my breast he shook as he thrust so wildly.
“C-cumming,” he managed out, and I swear I could feel him. Feel every pulse,
every throb, even the spurt of his hot, burning seed as it shot out into me.
All as I watched his gloriously handsome face contort and twist in such bliss,
the only thing to leave his mouth save for moans of satisfaction and my name.

Oh
god.

It
was bliss. I swear, it felt like I was in heaven, drifting away from my
meaningless job and my lonely life. It was just me and him, my dark, exotic
suitor that looked like a movie star were it not for the strange horns and
features.

I
clenched him into me, his hard body pressing against mine, and I moaned,
feeling such tenderness.

The
twitching of his girth didn’t end. Not then, not soon. He lowered himself down
and pressed his lips to mine, kissed me so deeply as he finished his long, hard
climax inside me. The smacks of our lips announcing whenever he broke the
melding of our mouths to murmur such sweet things. “Even better than I
dreamed,” he’d say. “You are so beautiful. So perfect.” He rested himself down
on an elbow, stroked my cheek as he kissed me, and caressed my breast. His
hard, lean body pressed into my pillowy soft flesh as he came down off his
sexual high.

I
expected him to disappear at any moment, for me to startle awake, late for work
and miserably alone, but it wasn’t the case. He just kept twitching in me,
hugging his sweaty body to mine, and I kissed him back eagerly. I didn’t know
his name, but it didn’t matter. He was whomever I wanted him to be.

We
made out so long like that our two oddly matched bodies intertwined and
enjoined. He never seemed to grow tired of the intricate swirls and tantalizing
tricks of his tongue against my own, making each moment something interesting
yet so pleasurable.

When
at last he broke away, he gazed down at me with half-lidded eyes. “That was
marvelous,” he said to me as we felt each other's bodies, his hard ass so pert
and round in my palm. “I wish I could stay with you always.”

“Why
can’t you?” I asked, but I knew. It wasn’t real. I nuzzled his jaw with my
nose, feeling his flesh rub against mine, and I never wanted to lose him.

He
stroked his fingers over my cheek tenderly, and his almond-shaped eyes grew
glassy from sadness. “I can only be with you in the night time,” he said
softly. “So I won’t be here in the morning when you wake.” He kissed my lips
again, and it was so real. So very real. No dream had ever been like this!

“Why?”
I touched my fingers to his body, feeling out his side, his chest, down his
arm. He was perfectly sculpted, and felt divine in a way no person ever had
before. Loneliness had amplified everything, and I whimpered.

With
such a tender kiss he assuaged my sadness, let me explore his hard and supple
flesh. So little of it hidden by the strips of leather on his form. “Don’t
worry,” he said with infectious hope in his voice. “I’ll be back tomorrow, and
every night thereafter if you’ll have me, Rita. I want to be with you,” and he
was sincere, I felt it.

“I’m
not going anywhere,” I admitted, and I craved him more than I knew was
possible. I would work every day, and do it with a smile, if it meant seeing
him again. My strange visitor. My dream creation. My fantasy come to life.

I
have no idea how long we made out again, felt one another’s bodies and revelled
in the press of his hard muscle against my soft flesh. I resolved to last the
night out and enjoy every moment with him, but at some point I fell asleep in
his loving arms. Never before had I drifted off to slumber feeling so secure,
so loved.

Yet
I awoke to sad loneliness, and sticky and dried fluids betwixt my thighs.

Chapter 3

My
limbs felt tired as I got ready, pulling on the simple white blouse and black
skirt. I always wore the same outfit, more or less, and tended to buy multiples
of the clothes I liked when I found them. It wasn’t exciting, but it was
practical, and I never worried about what to wear.

I
found myself looking in the mirror a bit longer, though, and I spent so much
time on my hair that I nearly missed the bus. Even if it was only a dream -
albeit a dream with a very happy ending - it had perked up my spirits, and I
couldn’t concentrate on my book through the long commute.

Instead
I stared out the window and felt like I really saw things for the first time, a
smile playing on my lips the entire time. Walking into that lab, though, tore
through my good mood almost immediately.

It
wasn’t anything that was said or done to me there, it was the aching doldrums
of life at the office. The blank white walls that spoke of nothingness, the
parade of fellow employees who marched past my desk like lifeless drones. Even
the happy ones were too busy to pay me any heed.

In
an instant everything was back to normal. So slow and dull it was agonizing.

Immediately
the dream was washed away and replaced with licking envelopes and answering the
phone. It wasn’t a busy day, and I could have easily taken the spare time to
daydream, to remind myself of him, of the way his hands felt on me. I could
have, but the place stripped me of that, of thought, and I stared at the white
wall, thinking of nothing.

It
was an empty-headedness that had frightened and annoyed me when I first started
working as the receptionist, but over the years it stopped bothering me. I
remember I’d even thought it was nice to be able to turn off my brain, to just
think of nothing for a while.

It
wasn’t until I saw my boss leave that I realized that my entire morning had
passed, filled with nothing more than staring and phone calls.

When
he returned from a late lunch, my boss – whom I couldn’t help but notice
no longer seemed quite so handsome to me anymore, not when compared to the man
of my dreams – stopped at my desk after almost ignoring me completely.
“Oh, Rita,” he said as if an afterthought. “I’m not expecting it, but if you
get word from the test office down south let me know immediately.”

As
if that weren’t my job anyhow. He was already gone, though.

I
sighed. He couldn’t even trust me to do that. As if he thought I was too stupid
to handle giving him mail. My posture slumped and I stared at the clock,
watching the monotonous tick and feeling exhausted from the nothingness. Just
four hours left before I could go home...

Perhaps
it had been some desperate attempt at staving off the depression of realizing
it was all a dream, but my morning of ignoring the vivid experience last night
was replaced in the afternoon by constant reflection. The titillating sights,
sounds, smells and touches of being with that dark devil-man. Such a flawless
work of masculine beauty.

It
was bittersweet. It made me squirm through the afternoon, but the thoughts of
it all being fake, a fantasy, were simply depressing.

All
the same, on the ride back home I couldn’t help but hope and wonder.

Maybe
it was just that outside the monotonous walls I felt more like myself, but my
eyes kept fluttering shut on the bus home and I swear I could see him. I was
exhausted and I knew I tossed and turned the night before, getting myself
worked into such a frenzy. When I finally made it through my apartment door and
locked it behind me, I could barely keep my head up. I could never forget to
feed my fish, but the hypnotic swimming made me yawn.

I
kicked off my shoes and trudged to my bedroom, stripping down and pulling on my
simple blue nightgown before sliding down under the covers. Just a quick nap
before supper.