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.

  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 scul
pted, 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.

  Chapter 4

  I awoke to such an odd sensation. Odd for me at least.

  I could feel strong, warm arms around me, holding me close. The familiar yet exotic scent of that dream man who’d given me my night of bliss. And most prominent of all, the feeling of being filled so completely. So perfectly.

  The moist, slicking sound of our loins together, that enormously large member inside me, rocking in and out and eliciting a moan from my lips before I even understood it fully. How wonderful it was to awaken to that, though I suppose I should’ve been alarmed at awakening to a man fucking me unsolicited, somehow it was like we shared some body. He always knew what I wanted, even without saying it.

  It was no violation for him to wake me like this, I realized. Because I wanted nothing more.

  With one of his arms under my gown, he grasped one of my full breasts and kissed my neck. “Ohhh Rita.”

  I never wanted to wake up. This, him, it was so much better than reality. It was what I needed, and wanted. It was everything I ever dreamed of, and it felt so real. I never had recurring dreams, but I didn’t mind this one.

  He didn’t have a name. I never gave him one, so I breathed out, “Mmm, Anton,” and knew it fit. He was a part of me, after all.

  I felt him throb inside me so thickly, as if my plucking his name from the aether pleased and aroused him. The slap of his groin striking my pillowy ass growing as he picked up speed. “Being apart felt like an eternity,” he husked into my ear between licking and kissing my neck. That strong hand of his squeezing my breast and rubbing my areola was attentive through the incessant thrust of his dark cock.

  I felt like I was shaking, trembling, and I realized that the thought of losing him again was terrifying. I couldn’t handle the thought of losing him, and I clasped his arms and hands tightly in mind, squeezing him to me. I couldn’t go through another droning, depressing day without him, and my breathing hitched in my throat.

  He licked my ear and gave such a groan. It was part longing, part sadness, as if he could feel my emotions empathically. “I’ll be waiting here for you,” he urged as he rose up, but still spooned into my back as he continued to thrust in me. “I’ll be here waiting for you each and every night, my sweet Rita. My love.” He was so careful, I barely felt that dark ram’s horn of his brush my head as he kissed along my cheek even amidst the passion of his fucking me.

  It didn’t matter that he was some devil, something otherworldly that I conjured up from my darkest fantasies. It only made it sweeter. Perhaps I’d simply given up on believing that I could have anything in common with another human being, and that’s why I dreamed of him.

  Either way, his member thrust into me and made me moan.

  He was so masterful with those deep, powerful thrusts of his. Not only gorgeous and big, but so attentive in his motions. It startled me, however, when I felt him shiver behind me, gasp and mutter, “You feel too good, Rita. I can’t hold back much longer.” His voice, so dark and masculine, was breathy, as if his overpowering need to cum inside me weakened him.

  I sniffled, because I was afraid. I didn’t want him to cum, to finish and disappear. I wanted to stay with him, but his body felt so good inside me. He tightened his grip on my large breast and m
y pussy tightened around him. “Oh god,” I murmured, biting down on my lip.

  Clinging to me, he quaked and swelled inside me. That massive shaft bulged as he shook with intense pleasure just before flooding my quim with his seed. He wasn’t finished, though, muttering my name and a string of ‘yes’ in between his moans, that endless stream of virile spunk filling me up and then being forced into my womb and out of my pussy with his hard thrusts.

  “Ohhh Rita,” he moaned as he fell around me, arms clinging to me. “You are so perfect.” He kissed and suckled my neck.

  I opened my eyes as he came, because I didn’t want him to go away. I pulled myself into him harder, squeezed my thighs tight to trap him in my pussy. “Don’t go,” I pleaded, but I knew I’d have to wake up, that eventually it’d be back to the routine, and now I dreaded it more than ever before.

  I’d gotten used to the sterile white walls and being ignored by the people around me, but now I knew something more. I knew passion, and lust, and I hated that it had to end.

  He didn’t leave, though. He moaned at the clutch of my tight cunt and nuzzled his nose into my cheek as he held me. His strong, reassuring voice so delicious against my ear. “I won’t leave you, Rita I’ll stay the whole night,” he promised with a kiss. “Just like last time. I want to savour our every moment together.” I could see the warm smile on his face from the corner of my gaze.

  Still I trembled with the need he’d awakened in me, and my nails grazed his skin. I felt so safe and secure lying next to him, my body so accommodating to his. It was as though we were meant to be together. A smile lifted my cheeks. He was a dream, a fantasy, and I didn’t need to make small talk with him. To ask him what his family was like and what he did for a living. I didn’t need to pretend to be interested in anything outside of him and his body.