The Mole sat down across from me and watched me eat. It seemed to be fascinated by me.
I wiped sugary crumbs from my lips and scooped out another handful. I held out my arm to the Mole, presenting them to it.
The Mole leaned forward, examining the cereal and inhaling deeply. It made a face, wrinkling its nose in a very human expression, and looked at me suspiciously.
“Go on. Try some,” I said, smiling reassuringly. I raised my hand closer to its mouth.
With surprising dexterity, it picked up a single Froot Loop and placed it carefully on the end of its tongue and drew it into its mouth. It crunched down on it, made a face, and spit it out on the floor.
I laughed in spite of myself and took the offensive food offering away.
“You didn’t like that very much, did you?” I said, stuffing the uneaten cereal into my mouth.
The Mole stared at me sullenly, working its tongue and lips in an effort to rid itself of the flavor.
It got up and wandered back over to the pile of boxes and this time returned with two bottles of water. It handed one to me and then sat down where it had been sitting before, and, with all the naturalness of a human, twisted off the cap and started to drink.
I opened my own bottle, suddenly realizing how parched I was. I took a long gulp.
“Where did you get the Froot Loops? And the water?” I said aloud, as if the creature could understand me. “And what is this place? How can it exist under the city without anyone knowing about it? And where is the power coming from? And who were those men who tried to kill me?”
I had so many questions and no way to answer them. My companion just stared at me, mute, watching my lips very carefully as I spoke.
I smiled, realizing how foolish it was to pester it with my queries.
It smiled back.
I flinched with shock. I’d never seen the creature smile. Nor had I ever expected it to. The fact that it had smiled in response to my own smile seemed absolutely incredible to me.
Unless it was just a coincidence, I thought, trying to maintain my objectivity.
To test my hypothesis, I smiled again.
It smiled back.
“Yes. Smiling,” I said enthusiastically, pointing at my mouth and grinning uncontrollably.
The beast-man smiled as well and pointed at its own mouth.
Monkey see, monkey do.
The thought sobered me up quickly.
Only it isn’t really a monkey, is it?
The more I looked at the creature, the more human it seemed. In my fear, I’d emphasized everything that had made it monstrous and different from myself, but now that I was somewhat more relaxed, I could see our many similarities. It really was built more like a man than an ape, only with longer arms and shorter legs. And its skull was more human-like than primate-like. It even had well-defined cheekbones and a fine, square jaw, though its jaw was a bit on the large side. And its eyes, though strange owing to the milky white film, moved about with a purposive intelligence, much like a human’s.
How intelligent is it? I wondered.
It could speak; at least in a rudimentary fashion. And the creature had been smart enough to bring me food and water, and to examine my injuries. It was at least as intelligent as a chimpanzee, and probably much more intelligent. Was it as intelligent as a human? Perhaps not. But as intelligent as a primitive pre-human? Almost certainly. And why not? It looked much like a human, albeit a bestial, dangerous one. I hadn’t seen any tools, but it knew how to use the rifles as clubs, and it had used the water bottle as well as I had.
I had grown pensive, and the Mole had grown pensive as well. It gestured with its hand and spoke.
“Moku mo gu. Haga ma.” It pointed at the mattress and shrugged its shoulder in a very human gesture.
I tensed instinctively. I couldn’t understand what it was saying, but it had clearly indicated the pile of mattresses where I was sitting.
The Mole lowered its arm, seemed to think for a minute, and then stood up and crawled on all fours, circling around behind me on the mattresses.
It looked at me, grunted, and made a come hither motion with its hand. It wanted me to join it.
I glanced at the door and briefly considered trying to make a break for it, but I wasn’t sure I could run the way my knees were still aching. I certainly couldn’t outrun the Mole. I’d have to wait for it to go to sleep. And even if I did manage to escape, was I any safer out there on my own? With hostile Moles roaming the halls and soldiers with orders to kill trespassers on sight? It was with some chagrin that I was forced to realize that there was probably nowhere in this insane underground labyrinth that I would be safer than right here at the Mole’s side. It had already rescued me three times: from the giant albino alligator, from the other Moles, and from the armed soldiers. For one reason or another, I was important to the creature. Important enough for it to risk its life repeatedly for.
The Mole laid down on the mattresses beside me and reached out with one hand, gently tugging my arm. It looked incredibly tired; in no mood for monkey business.
I surrendered myself to the moment, suddenly realizing how thorough my own exhaustion was, and tentatively laid down on my back beside the creature, careful to keep a few inches of mattress between us. I tried not to look at the long, dark member that hung heavily from its groin.
The creature shifted and draped one of its arms protectively over my belly and then closed its eyes. In a matter of seconds, it had fallen asleep.
I studied its face, feeling a pang of pity for the cuts and bruises it had suffered on my behalf. Its bony brows and chiseled features were only a little more robust than a man’s. There was a certain grace and beauty to it, an eloquence of proportion befitting a visage which was not so much alien as primal and exotic.
I rested my eyes for a moment, warmed and comforted by its big, muscular arm and its gentle breathing.
Then darkness embraced me.
19
The sun was blazing in a clear azure sky. Andrew, Kayla, Will, and I were in the desert. It was sandy and rocky, but there was a kind of short, green shrub covering the plain as far as the eye could see. We were sitting around a campfire, which seemed incongruous, considering the heat. Only it wasn’t that hot at all.
Will, Kayla, and Andrew were sitting on the ground to my right, and behind them I could see Andrew’s yellow jeep. To my left and immediately beside me was the Mole, using a stone to chip away at a piece of flint. It was making some kind of tool. I was naked, but my friends were all dressed to go camping.
I could tell that my friends were nervous about the Mole. To be honest, I could understand it. The ape-man cut an imposing figure; compared to the rest of us, it was practically a giant.
“It’s okay. He won’t hurt you,” I said, laughing at my friends over their skittishness. “He’s as gentle as a lamb.”
They looked at me skeptically, but they remained planted to their seats.
“We’re not judging,” said Will, looking at me somewhat scornfully.
Kayla and Andrew kept their faces carefully neutral.
“What? So he’s different? What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s just ... weird, that’s all,” said Kayla, wrinkling her nose. “It doesn’t even have a name.”
“It’s not weird. You guys are just...” I trailed off.
“We’re what?” said Kayla.
“Narrow-minded. And he does have a name. It’s Marco.”
My friends looked at each other.
“Marco,” Kayla drawled to Andrew, snickering.
Will shook his head, pitying me.
“How’s it even going to work?” said Andrew. “I mean, it’s not like you can take Marco to Christmas dinner.”
Will and Kayla chuckled, but Andrew was being serious.
“What do you mean? Of course I can,” I said, getting defensive. “Marco can do anything you can do.”
“Oh yeah?” said Will. “Prove it.”
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bsp; “All right, I will,” I said angrily.
I turned and faced the Mole. I put my hand on its arm and then leaned in. The Mole turned to face me and we kissed.
I felt a great upsurge of joy. Kissing Marco felt amazing. More than amazing; it felt perfect. After a minute of tasting my companion’s warm, soft, musky lips, I turned and faced my friends triumphantly.
They stared at me sullenly.
“Oh that’s nothing,” said Will. “Anybody can do that.” He leaned over and kissed Kayla. Andrew watched his friend kiss his girlfriend but didn’t intervene.
“Fine. You want something special? I’ll give you something special,” I said.
I pulled on the Mole’s shoulders, pushing the beast down on its back on the sandy soil. Its long cock was already erect, standing up perfectly straight like a tree trunk. I stretched my leg over the ape-man and took its cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the warm shaft just below the head. I could feel it pulsating strongly under my fingers.
Slowly, carefully, I began to lower myself onto...
20
I woke with a start, gasping for breath. The Mole’s arm was so heavy it was making it hard for me to breathe.
What an odd dream, I thought, wondering at how strange and vivid it had been. And Marco! What a name for a Mole!
With some difficulty, I rolled onto my side, facing the ape-man, bringing one leg over the other to rest my knee on the mattress between us. I suddenly became aware that I’d placed my thigh on something warm and fleshy. It was very close to my groin, perhaps three or four inches away.
My heart was racing. I knew what it was, of course. I knew what I should be doing — recoiling in horror — but I couldn’t force myself to pull away, no matter how strongly I urged myself. The dream had had a strange effect on me, leaving me in a profound state of excitement, and all my better judgment was powerless to resist the incredible arousal I felt from resting the weight of my leg on the ape-man’s long, erect cock.
It had morning wood again. I was beginning to wonder if it was always so firm when it slept. Perhaps that was normal for a Mole? I lay there for several minutes, wide awake, watching and listening to the creature breathe as it slept. I felt my hand creeping further and further down the mattress. I knew its destination; I knew how horrifying it was that I was even contemplating what I was contemplating; but I was utterly helpless. My body seemed to have acquired a will of its own, one in flat contradiction to everything that I knew was respectable and civilized.
I reached out with my fingers, placing the tips on the creature’s long, hard shaft as lightly as feathers. I half-expected the beast to wake up, but it remained perfectly still, and its breathing continued its steady, rhythmic flow.
I gently ran my fingertips along the length, feeling the heat and silky smoothness of its skin. It was larger than any penis I’d ever seen; thick-veined, and a dark, dusky gray color, almost violet-hued, and even darker purple at the tip. Aside from its prodigious size and unusual color, it looked thoroughly familiar, reassuring me that the Mole was not some inhuman monster, but a distant relation. A little further removed than blacks, whites, and Asians were from one another, perhaps, but at least as far from being an animal as it was close to being one. Surely my arousal wasn’t completely inexplicable. No one could expect me, reasonably, to completely ignore the impact of noticing its massive, rigid cock laid out beside me. Or noticing the hard, rippling muscles of its chest and shoulders. Or of appreciating the creature’s courage and loyalty. And — yes — its sensitivity. Surely no one could begrudge me a little harmless exploration.
I cupped my fingers over the shaft, thrilling to the strong flow of blood I could feel coursing through the turgid flesh. I could tell without attempting it that I wouldn’t be able to get my fingers all the way around it. The thought of it penetrating me — as I felt certain would happen sooner or later — filled me with dread.
And yet...
...I couldn’t deny how wet I was getting.
Even if my interest was wrong — if it was disgusting, perverse, shameful — there was a part of me, a deep, primal, animal layer, that was irresistibly, appallingly...
...curious.
I lightly stroked the length of the Mole’s shaft, watching the flexible skin slide over the firm underlying tissue. I wondered, somewhat disturbingly, what its cock would taste like; especially the semen. Would it have the same texture and consistency of human semen? Would it be bitter or pungent or salty or sweet or altogether tasteless?
I pushed the thoughts from my mind. That was an area I daren’t explore. Curiosity was one thing, but actively imagining a thing — as I had started to do — went beyond curiosity into the realm of desire. And I was quite certain I had no desire to swallow a thick load of the beast-man’s spunk.
I felt the Mole’s cock twitch, swelling and stretching like a muscle under my fingers before once again relaxing. The sight of it responding in this way to my caresses intensified my excitement tremendously but I ceased stroking it at once, my eyes glued to the creature’s face, my heart pounding in my chest, as I sought to determine whether I’d roused the sleeping beast. Its brow was slightly furrowed now, its upper lip partially drawn up to expose a sliver of its straight, white teeth. Its arm flexed, drawing me closer; it snored softly a couple of times, and then its face once again relaxed.
The tip of its cock was now maddeningly close to my tingling entrance. With only a slight adjustment I would be able to rub the tip against my swollen and sensitive clitoris. Surely if it hadn’t noticed the soft caress of my fingers it wouldn’t notice a little gentle contact? Perhaps a slow, cautious rubbing?
With infinite cautiousness, I shifted my weight on the mattress, brought my hip a little closer, raised my thigh, and brought our organs together in delectable, exquisite moment of contact.
I moaned quietly, under my breath.
My excitement on feeling the skin of the Mole’s glans touching the skin of my clitoris was almost enough to make me swoon. I knew that what I was doing was wrong — that it was dangerous, in fact, considering the Mole was prone to wild, violent behavior, like an animal — but I seemed powerless to stop myself. It was as if some demon of lust had overtaken me, rendering me insensible to reason.
Holding the creature’s cock firmly in place with the tips of my fingers, tingling from head to toe, my juices collecting rapidly in my folds, I slowly, patiently, massaged my clit on the creature’s glans. I felt dizzy with pleasure, and had to clamp my lips tightly together to keep myself from groaning out loud. I was breaking a taboo. I knew there was no way I could have justified my actions to my family and friends, but I was so far gone into a state of pure need that I no longer cared. I promised myself that I would stop before I came to orgasm, not only to preserve some faint shred of dignity, but because I was terrified that my response would wake the creature.
How would the creature respond when it found out I was molesting it?
For the next several minutes, I was in a state of nervous bliss. I was finding it harder and harder to contain myself, and the feel of its now slick cockhead against my pearl was almost more than I could bear. My pussy was aching to be penetrated, and more than once I pushed the purple crown up against my swollen labia and only just barely stopped myself from pushing it in. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself; that my orgasm was inevitable; and I could only hope and pray that I didn’t wake the beast.
I felt its cock pulsing under my fingers, throbbing against my clit, and I was suddenly afraid that I’d make the creature cum in its sleep. Even if that didn’t wake it, what if some of its semen managed to find its way inside of me? Would I become pregnant? Was that even possible? How would I explain that to my gynecologist?
But even that thought wasn’t enough to stop me. I was hanging onto the brink now, biting my lower lip so hard I could taste blood as I continued to gyrate against the creature’s glans. My heart was racing, my lungs bursting, my limbs trembling.
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nbsp; So close. Just a little more, Robyn. Just a little more.
The Mole abruptly snorted, flinching, and its cock jerked hard against my clit. The sudden, unexpected burst of stimulation made me climax. My hips started bucking, my legs shaking, as powerful waves of pleasure swept through my body.
I moaned out loud, unable to contain my cries for one moment longer.
The creature’s head jerked up from where it lay on the mattress and its face twisted into a snarl.
21
I was trembling from head to toe, my cunt clenching exquisitely, when the beast pounced on top me.
I was powerless to resist it. I barely even knew what was happening. I felt a large, strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me onto my back and then both hands violently wrenching my thighs apart. I whined, pushing my hands against the Mole’s massive, muscular chest as it bore down on me like a boulder. It growled savagely, its eyes wild, and I felt the broad, hard tip of its cock suddenly force apart my labia and slide in, eased by my copious lubrication. I groaned out loud, more from fear than pain. It was as thick as my wrist and as hard as a stone.
It’s happening! It’s really happening! I thought, feeling the long, hard cock cleaving me in two. The Mole man is fucking me!
There was pressure and friction, and had I not been so wet and open, the creature’s cock might have done serious damage. But — miraculously — I stretched, engulfing the beast’s prick as the ape-man plunged in.
The head of the beast-man’s cock slammed to an abrupt halt just above my cervix. I groaned, digging my nails into the skin of its chest, confused by the swirl of sensations and emotions that ripped through me.
Had I been any less excited than I already was, the experience might have been painful; but instead I felt a powerful wave of pleasure sweep through me.
The beast-man drew back and slammed it in again, pounding the same spot. Another wave of excitement washed over me and my cries of terror became mingled with groans of animal pleasure. The Mole thrust again and once again I felt that same burst of delicious sensation.
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