Sleeping with Monsters

by Amelia Hutchins

  I lifted my legs and set them on the arm of the couch as I sat up to fluff the decorative throw pillows behind myself. I rested my head on them and dove into the book as I waited for the timer to signal that the potions were finished. I groaned as I got to a particular part of the book that was filled with sex. I squirmed around the couch, hating that my vagina had a pulse, an honest-to-God pulse that needed release.

  Setting the book down and turned to look at the timer. An hour remained. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling, feeling my eyes growing heavy as I fought the sleepiness that was threatening to take me down, but without meaning to, my eyes closed. I struggled to open them, but it felt as if I was being pulled into a dream, as if someone had reached into my mind and dragged me under.

  I was inside a nightclub, one I assumed belonged to Lucian, since I’d heard he had several, and there were naked bodies writhing together on the floor, fornicating to the seductive beat of the music that pounded from the speakers.

  My eyes slid over the couples in scandalizing positions; the sounds of body meeting body somehow matched the song, which was seducing my body as I stood, playing voyeur to the people in the room.

  Searching the room, I found a couple who stared back at me, their frenzied movements slowing as the man pulled his cock from her welcoming heat, slick with her wetness. Silver eyes met mine in naked need, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked it, beckoning me to partake in his pleasure. His other hand extended as he watched me, his eyes slowly roaming over my body. I stepped back, away from him, needing to put more distance between me and them, but I didn’t get more than a foot away before I hit something hard.

  I started to turn, but hands wrapped around my waist as the panic kicked in. My heart beat in a painful staccato pulse, making it hard to breathe.

  My brain told me to run, to leave this place, and yet the hands held me in a steel grip. They directed my body until I faced the stage, where a blindfolded woman was tied up as her lover was using her while the crowd watched, spellbound by the scene in front of them. I shivered from the heat of the hands that held me, contrasting against the chill in the room.

  I tried to see who held me in place, but something moved on the stage, pulling my eyes with an invisible thread. Lucian stepped from the shadows into view, his shirtless body on display. I didn’t move, not as our eyes locked on each other. Everything else fell away, except for the hands that held me. I watched him as he stood there, beckoning me forward, and yet the hands wouldn’t release me.

  Lucian unbuttoned his pants as I gazed upon him, unable to look away as he freed his glorious cock. I was transfixed, locked into those endless midnight eyes as the hands released me, slid slowly around my waist, and lifted my shirt until my breasts were exposed.

  I trembled as the hands held up my arms and slipped the tank top off, dropping it on the floor. The strong hands caressed my breasts, testing their weight as Lucian watched us from where he stood on the stage. I couldn’t look away from him, not even to figure out who was fondling me. I felt the hands as they slid down from my breasts and pushed against my shorts. As he lowered my shorts and panties, his lips kissed the curve of my hip and the back of my thigh, trailing his mouth down my skin as he stripped me bare, leaving me naked for Lucian’s intensifying stare.

  The moment Lucian’s heated gaze slid down my body, I was turned, and I peered down into piercing violet eyes framed by thick, lush black lashes. The man touching me was beautiful, terrifyingly so. His long, wavy black hair had been pulled away from his face and was restrained by a leather tie at the base of his neck. He was tall, with a muscular build like a swimmer; a dark seraph, who had come to seduce me.

  He kissed his way up my thigh as I passively watched him, and once he stood again, he pulled me against his naked body, forcing me to step out of my panties and shorts.

  Marilyn Manson’s Sweet Dreams started playing, and I shivered as the music seemed to steal my inhibitions. My body rocked to the beat, slowly swaying as the man smiled down at me where he’d stripped me for Lucian’s intense gaze, knowing I was lost to the magic in the lyrics and chords as the song played.

  The man’s hands grabbed my arms, holding them out, much to the excitement of the crowd who now had stopped fucking to watch us. My eyes widened as I took in their hungry looks. I needed to get away from this place before I gave in to the music and ended up in the crowd. I struggled to get my hands away, but his mouth touched my shoulder and I sagged as desire ripped through me.

  He spun me around for everyone to see, and then slowly turned my body around again, giving those on stage a delectable view of my ass as he parted my cheeks and growled from deep in his chest. He turned me again, and pushed me towards the stage, giving me no choice but to walk or be trampled by him as he walked right behind me, guiding me.

  Lucian waited, his eyes filled with liquid heat as I approached him. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable, and mine grew with every moment the song played. Once I was close enough, Lucian held out his hand and I accepted, stepping away from the man who had been touching me.

  “You surprise me,” Lucian whispered for my ears alone. He pulled me forward and then ran his thumb over my bottom lip. He stepped closer until his heat encompassed me and threatened to swallow me whole.

  He didn’t smell the same. The fragrance of warm scotch with a touch of citrus was missing. Not that I cared, since it was still heavenly against my senses, disarming them as his mouth hovered against mine. The moment his touched mine, I moaned as desire unfurled deep inside of me. When he pulled his mouth from mine, I cried out from the loss of his heat. He turned me in his arms, forcing my back against his thick chest muscles.

  Lucian held my arms out, just as the other man had done before him. He displayed me to the onlookers as he pushed my arms up, encouraging me to wrap them around his neck. His hands slowly slid down my body, until they found my wet pussy, which he rewarded me with an approving growl against my ear as his fingers explored the curves of my naked sex.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers slowly pushing into my body as the crowd watched us. “So fucking tight and wet; is this for me?” he asked, and I nodded. “You’re darker than the other one,” he hissed as he lifted me without warning, holding my legs open to the crowd as he held me there, balanced on his body.

  The crowd quieted with anticipation. He turned me in the direction of a bed I hadn’t noticed before, and worry tried to sneak into my thoughts, only to be washed away as the song increased its seductive tempo. Once we were at the bed, he set me down and then shoved me. I bounced on the mattress, and turned to watch him as he crawled onto the bed slowly.

  “Do you want to come for me?” His voice was a seductive heat that slid over my body and echoed in my head. I nodded, unable to say it aloud. “Say it, Kendra. Tell me to make you come, to make you mine. You want to be mine, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” The single word slipped from my tongue, echoing through the crowd, who continued to watch us.

  He turned my body until I was once again pressed with my back to his stomach as he gave the crowd an unobstructed view of my sex. His fingers slipped through the folds, slowly turning as he hit my clitoris with his knuckles, brushing the delicate flesh.

  I could hear the muffled moans of the woman beside us, so I turned, staring at her blindfolded form. She was bound, her hands tied to her ankles, allowing the man who fucked her complete control as he pounded into her body. I felt my body heat at the idea of being so helpless, with no control over what happened.

  “I’ll fuck you like that,” Lucian whispered against my ear. “I’d fuck every part of you until you knew you were mine to do whatever I wanted with. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I swallowed as I felt something wet touching my pussy. I looked down, finding the man with dark hair and violet eyes staring up at me as his tongue lapped at my sex. Panic shot through me and I tried to back away, only
for Lucian to whisper against my ear as he kissed my neck. “Shhh, he won’t hurt you. He wants to tastes you, to know what your sweet pussy taste like when you come. You want him to make you come, don’t you?” This time, I shook my head. Lucian held my legs apart, giving the dark seraph full access to my body.

  I shivered as his violet eyes stared into mine as he kissed and caressed my pussy with his devilish tongue. He was beautiful, and knew what I needed, and yet my mind screamed for me to end his play. My body wanted it to be otherwise and I exploded as the man pushed his tongue deep inside. He growled as my body pushed against him for more.

  “Just you,” I whimpered to Lucian, yet I was rocking my hips against the beautiful man’s skillful tongue. My mind knew it was wrong, my body wanted another orgasm from him.

  “Your body doesn’t lie as easily as your tongue,” Lucian growled as his fingers pinched my clitoris, and then pulled my pussy apart for the man, who pushed his tongue deeper, and then pulled it out, only to slowly run it through my folds. “Look at him,” Lucian demanded, holding my chin as he forced me to look down at him. “You’re so hot, so fucking sexy. You’re on fire for us,” he growled as I watched the man back away, taking the heat of his skilled mouth with him.

  Lucian shoved me aside, and I cried out from being jolted from the delicious haze I’d allowed to engulf me. He turned me until my ass was in the air and my legs were spread apart, and then I screamed as his fingers pushed into my aching pussy.

  “Such a bad girl, look at this mess. What am I going to do with you?” He tsked as his fingers pumped into me and his mouth touched the round globe of my ass cheek, kissing it as his nose pressed against it. His tongue slid around his fingers, lapping at the mess he’d spoken of. I trembled as my body started to move, working his fingers deeper into my core.

  I wasn’t ready when the orgasm shot through me, violent, yet ending prematurely as he removed his mouth and fingers and slapped my ass, sending pain and heat rushing through me. I whimpered, the waning orgasm still throbbing through my body with the need to finish.

  “Bad girl, I didn’t say you could come, did I?” he growled, anger lacing his tone. He turned me over, my face inches from his cock as he stared down at me with fury in his eyes. “You don’t come unless I allow it; now clean the mess you made.” He pushed his cock against my lips, as he grabbed my hair and forced his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat; tears filled my eyes as I adjusted to his size and the saltiness of his pre-come. He wasn’t gentle and right then, I didn’t want gentle. “That’s a good girl, take it all,” he encouraged, pushing deeper into my mouth as I relaxed my jaw to accommodate more. “Look at me,” he growled, and I looked up, finding his grin sinful—and there was something darker than usual in it. Something that bothered me as it registered in the back of my mind.

  He pulled out and rubbed his thumb over my lips as he pushed me back down, moving his body between my legs as his mouth clamped against my sex. His noises were of approval, and I cried out at the heat his mouth delivered as his fingers slid over my ass. I was so lost in his sinful mouth that when he pushed a finger in, I jerked in surprise.

  “You haven’t been fucked there yet, have you?” he laughed, sliding it in and out as I tightened against his exploration. That was a weird question for him to ask. I was coming undone and he knew it; my body tightened and the moment I should have exploded, he pulled out and pushed me down as he leaned over me. “Answer me.”

  “No, I have not,” I whimpered, and then he turned my face until I was watching the woman on stage as his cock slid against the mess he had created.

  “Isn’t she beautiful? Watch as they make her come for me.”

  I watched as one man pushed his cock against her mouth as the other stepped away, his cock dripping come as he left the stage, another taking his place immediately. She opened to them, her body pushing and pulling as one entered her from behind while the other pushed into her mouth without stopping until his cock was buried to the base, deep in her throat.

  “She can take three at a time now; she’s quite the pleaser. They beg me to fuck her, to abuse her sweet pussy and throat. She’s mine now; she does anything I tell her to, anyone I tell her to. She doesn’t watch anymore, doesn’t feel anything unless I allow it. You will be like that soon, begging me to let them fuck you. Never knowing who it is who enters your pretty holes, and yet willing to take who I tell you to.”

  “Lucian,” I pleaded, unsure what I was asking, but his fingers had been teasing my sex as he spoke, and I needed to come, to find the release I knew he could give me.

  “Call me Luc,” he demanded angrily. He sat back, staring at my glistening sex, wet from the need to come as the woman who was now screaming had. “I’m going to fuck you, do you want that?” His fingers pushed inside of me, forcing me to spread my legs wider to take more of him. “Do you want me to fuck you until my cock caresses your womb, planting my seed so deep that it can’t be removed?”

  Seed? I swallowed a moan as he withdrew his fingers as he leaned over to kiss my lips, drawing my mind back into his haze of heated pleasure. When he pulled back, he pushed me to the edge of the bed, forcing me to watch the woman who was still pleasuring the men she was with. My head hung off the edge, and I lifted it to watch as Lucian knelt between my legs. His cock pushed against my pussy and I closed my eyes, knowing that soon he’d be buried in my welcoming heat and I’d get to come.

  I heard his laughter and opened my eyes as I struggled to sit up, only to find vinelike things crawling over my skin. I whimpered as they caressed me, sending the feather-soft kisses over my flesh. His cock rubbed against my wet slit, entering it slowly as I watched the vines that were attached to him slowly entwining my body. Skeletal wings exploded from his back, and I gasped at the strangeness of it. His eyes, a shade lighter than true indigo, turned red, red as the flames that licked the walls of Hell. I dropped my head, unable to hold it up as the vines caressed my clitoris and wrapped around the peaks of my nipples, creating a maelstrom of sensations that threatened to consume me.

  I turned my head to the audience, blanching as I took in the blood and gore. Women and men were tearing each other apart. Literally. I shook my head and turned to look at the other woman on stage, only to discover they’d removed the blindfold, and my own eyes stared at me. I was the woman on stage? I blinked and lifted my head, finding an inhuman creature between my legs as he watched me absorb the fucked up chaos that was playing out around us.

  His huge, skeletal black wings expanded and vines ripped from his body without him reacting to the pain as blood seeped from where they’d escaped. They writhed as they left his body, slithering onto mine with a pleasure I couldn’t ignore. They caressed my pussy, rubbing my clitoris as he rocked his hips as the tip of his cock remained cradled in my pussy.

  What fucked up shit was this? I dropped my head, trying to ignore what my eyes were telling me and focus on what my body felt: white-hot pleasure. It was everything. I needed to focus on it, and nothing else.

  My eyes opened against my will as I heard my name being called. It was being screamed. I blinked at my reflection, who was now screaming at me as Lucian laughed wickedly while pushing further into my body. Something pushed into my mouth and I swallowed, unable to stop myself as it pushed in deeper.

  Pain erupted as everything happening registered at once.

  I struggled to sit up, only for my hair to be yanked back down as the man who’d tasted my pussy appeared in front of me. He made me look at Lucian—who wasn’t Lucian at all.

  An Angel of Death stared back at me, his features twisted into smug satisfaction as he watched me struggle to get away from the monstrosities that were trying to enter my body through my skin. Not vines; they were alive, like he was.

  “Scream,” he demanded as he pushed in deeper. “You let me in, so now you belong to me. No one can protect you from me, not even him. I ow
n you both.” He buried himself in my body and I trembled as I exploded around his cock. Muscles burned, tightened as my body clenched against his cock, milking it as the orgasm tore through me. “I own you both, and he can’t save you now.” His laughter filled the room, drowning out the music as he watched me struggle against him. “My sweet girls, so fucking beautiful,” he snarled as he pumped harder into my body, as if he was running out of time.

  “Wake up!”

  The words tore through my mind. Another orgasm ripped through me as something slapped against my face. I felt myself being pulled in two directions, as if something was trying to get me away from this creature who gave me pleasure.

  I winced as blood trickled from my nose and then gasped as water was doused on me. I blinked, watching as the winged creatures stared into my eyes with sickening amusement. I was being grabbed by rough hands, and then water was poured over my head, ice-cold water.

  “Wake up!”

  The voice boomed in my ear, ricocheting through my body and mind. I blinked, watching as my dream lover was forced from my body violently by blue flames. The blue flames hit the red flames as they erupted, protecting me from the searing heat. The sound of laughter echoed in my ears as hands held me up, forcing me back to reality.

  “Bloody fucking hell, wake up!”

  Something slapped me and I blinked, the echo of the orgasms still clinging to my body. I whimpered as I felt everything. The ice-cold water, the thing stuck in my throat, and the cock which withdrew, followed by the echo of his laughter.

  I bent over, throwing up until I felt the thing that had slipped down my throat. I pulled on it, forcing it out as I retched up everything in my stomach. It was endless. I stopped, unable to get it out as pain ripped through me. Strong hands reached down, uncaring that saliva and blood were escaping along with the writhing creature, and yanked it out of me.