Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  “Is this what you wanted,” he rumbled in my ear.

  “Oh God yes,” I sighed.

  Two could play at his game. I shifted my legs, pressing them together, and in the process gave the knot a squeeze. He made a guttural sound and jerked, rolling it inside me, and I let out a gasp as a second, softer, orgasm rolled through me, like lying naked on the beach while a wave crashed over my body. My eyes became lidded, and I felt the knot starting to shrink down, pulsing smaller and smaller the way it had grown within me. I released tension I wasn’t aware I had, and melted against him. I felt him shift, change, become a normal man again, and lay against his cool, sweaty skin, breathing in the sharp musk from his armpit. I ached, but I liked it. He finally drew out of me and with his hand on my shoulder rolled me onto my back. The air was cold on my sex.

  I started to drift off from there. He picked me up, carried me into the little en suite bathroom and lowered me into the tub. He turned the water on, checked the temperature with his wrist, and put a bath pillow under my head. I felt so tired, all my muscles tingling like I’d just finished a long, hard workout and stretches. I could barely keep my eyes open.

  “The torpor will pass,” he murmured, running his hands through my hair. “Let the water warm you.”

  I did as he said. I drifted off into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, the water was cool and I was stiff, I kicked open the train and sat up, looking around. I was alone in the bathroom.

  I started to wonder if I’d dreamed it, if it was all an elaborate fantasy, until I got up. I would be walking funny for a while. I put on my bathrobe and hobbled out into the bedroom. My bed was a mess, the sheets and comforter all twisted around a still-wet spot in the very middle. I closed the robe around myself and let out a strangled little sob.

  He just left me.

  “Elizabeth?”

  I turned around, stumbling. He was in the kitchen, stripped to the waist, fiddling with a frying pan. I smelled eggs, and wandered out, clutching the robe around myself, testing to make sure it was still real. I poked his shoulder.

  “I’m real,” he snorted, expertly flipping the eggs by whipping the pan in his wrist.

  “W-what did you do to me?”

  “I made love to you,” he said, eyes flashing a dozen colors. “The way no mortal man ever will.”

  I took a step back.

  “Didn’t you like it?” he said, locking his eyes on mine. “Did you like your big, bad wolf?”

  I nodded, in spite of myself. “I’m scared. You said… you said you were a… a…”

  “An incubus,” he finished, turning the eggs onto a plate. “Here, eat. You need to build up your strength.”

  He put the plate on the counter and I stared at it. “Did you eat my soul?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, of course I did. A little. You humans and your souls, you worry about them so much. It leaks out of you when you come, dear. I just lap it up.”

  “I d-don’t understand.”

  He looked at me flatly. “I didn’t shorten your life or erode your mind or anything. You gave, I took. You humans do it with each other all the time. How do you think you have children?”

  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 anyt
hing 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.

  Then he really started fucking me.

  I couldn’t stifle the moans. They came out low and throaty, humming against his massive, scaled chest. I arched against him, lifting my legs to open them, pressing my body against the undulating scales of his underbelly. It felt like he was going all the way through me. I felt so thoroughly used, so full. The heat of it was unbearable, like a hot iron, but I wanted more. I rocked my hips and surged against him, but it was difficult, hard to move with the huge mass reaching inside me.

  Forward and back, in and out, his huge member slid in my tight channel, sliding in his own too hot drool and my juices. I hugged myself and closed my eyes to hold back the tears but they streamed down my cheek anyway and I clenched my teeth. I felt alive, hungry and full at once, full of energy and utterly spent. With a thrust he lifted me bodily from the mattress and I fell back down, my limbs going limp, and with the next he lifted me again.