A low, deep rumble erupted from the chest of the beast, a growl so dark and heavy that she felt it as much as heard it. Fear sliced through her desperate laughter, but instead of stilling it, it only made it sharper, more hysterical. "I'm sorry," Bonnie said to the beast through icy tears of hilarity. "I'm so sorry." She imagined the beast was affronted by her reaction.
Giddily, Bonnie rolled over onto her back, exposing her throat and belly to the creature. If she was going to be a meal, she might as well make it as easy as possible to kill her. No point in lingering. She couldn't imagine anything more awful than being eaten alive. The laughter finally started to subside and she caught her breath and closed her eyes. "Go ahead," she told the beast. "I won't fight it." To show her willingness, Bonnie arched her neck and pushed her head back, against the leafy ground, exposing her throat further. She hoped the creature ripped it out with one bite.
There were worse ways to go.
A puff of hot air, scorching in the winter chill, ghosted over her throat, and then the touch of a freezing cold nose, damp and seeking, at her ear. The heat of its breath sent shivers out over her body, up and down her spine, crawling over her scalp. She was exposed, vulnerable. She could not have been more naked if she were nude.
Between her legs, Bonnie felt a rush of warmth and then a shock of wetness as her nipples hardened beneath her sweater. Her clit stood at attention, suddenly aching, begging to be serviced.
I'm sick in the head, Bonnie thought. All those angry boys who couldn't turn her on were right. She was messed up. At the edge of death, Bonnie pressed her legs together and prayed it would be over quickly.
Chapter Three
Subject Number Four looked at the woman laid out against the ground and felt himself grow harder and harder, as hard as iron. Her scent filled his head, her creamy white skin luminous in the light of the moon. The smell of her arousal was almost too much for him, rich and sweet. He could already taste it on his tongue. He wanted more.
She was his promised female. He knew this, and she knew this. Otherwise she wouldn't have spread herself out for him in such a way. Bending down again he nosed her throat this time and heard her breath pick up its pace, and his own rose to match it.
She was beautiful. Her hair, wild and dark, splayed out against the leaf-ridden ground. Her body was swathed in heavy layers of cloth, but he knew it was aching and pulsing underneath it, hidden away from him. He couldn't wait to unwrap her, as if she were prey beneath his teeth, all hot sweet flesh and warm, pumping blood still hidden by a tough hide.
He wondered what she tasted like.
Dizzy with need, he let his jaws drop open and his tongue, long and pink, slid over his sharp predator's teeth, so different from when he was a man. The tip grazed against the skin, over the hammering of her blood in her jugular. So close to the surface, he could almost taste it, sharp and harsh and metallic, flooding under the surface of her skin, her skin that tasted like the sea, the sea he had never seen, or had he, he couldn't remember...
She gasped at the touch, her breasts heaving up, and the outside swell of one soft mound brushed over the fur of his arm. A shudder of pleasure rippled through him at the contact, cascading through his body to root in his groin. His balls, heavy and aching, tightened against his body, and for the first time he felt the swell of seed inside him, aching to be released inside a woman, his woman, his beautiful, bound woman—
A tiny thread of rational thought penetrated the haze of desire. Bound? His nose brushed down her throat to the heavy wool encasing her body, the scent putting him in mind of a lamb trussed up for slaughter. Appropriate. He traversed the heavy ridge of her collarbone, trailed over the soft valley of her shoulder, skating just outside the mounds of her breasts as he followed her arm down, down, to the heavy steel cuffs circling her wrists.
Someone had bound her. The scents on the cuffs were destroyed, distorted by a caustic chemical stench so he couldn't make out who had handled them. Her body was a buffet of scents, but none that he recognized. His first thought, that she was a trap, came floating back to him. Without meaning to, his lips curled, and he growled.
Beneath him, she stiffened, the heat of her arousal abating at the dangerous sound, and immediately he was contrite. He would not frighten his woman, not for all the world. He would not tolerate her fear. He would avenge her for whoever did this to her, captors or not. Even if it meant marching back into hell, he would take them apart, piece by piece, for daring to lay a hand on her—!
The growl grew and grew in his chest, until it blocked out the sound of his blood in his ears. Then his woman whimpered, and he froze. Her fear was palpable now. He could taste it, like bitter wine in his mouth. Delicious... and maddening.
He needed her. He would not have her scared.
He flattened his ears against his head, feeling the pull of the scar tissue on the stump of his left ear, and whined, peering at her in the dark.
Her eyes were still firmly closed. He was glad. She was human, and he was monster, and nothing could change that. If she wished to submit to him, he would not put conditions on such a gift.
He let his nose pick up where it left off, traveling over the softness of her belly until he reached the cleft of her thighs, covered in heavy wool. Enormous heat rolled from between her legs, even from beneath the cloth, even with her legs closed. He salivated at the scent emanating from her pussy, hot and wet and waiting for his cock to plunge into it. He would take her soon, oh, yes, take her hard and swiftly, but first, he had to taste her.
Just a little taste...
He moved down until he found the hem of her skirt. Then, slowly, he nosed it aside...
*
Bonnie strained against her bonds, aching for something she couldn't even name. She hurt all over, an empty, throbbing pain that only built as the beast nosed her body, and she knew instinctively, though the instinct terrified and confused her, that this creature was the only one in the world who could soothe that pain.
She smoldered, an inferno sleeping under a pile of ashes. Her skin felt electrified, sizzling and popping with need, and when that cold nose, like the nose of a dog, brushed against her thigh and nudged the hem of her skirt aside, she thought she would explode. A moan escaped her, gusting into the air in a swell of mist and dancing in front of her eyes as the beast's nose inched up her leg, closer and closer to her pussy, which felt swollen and sore sandwiched between her thighs, throbbing like a bruise. She needed the beast to touch her.
She was sick. Sick and depraved. Frigid for years, only to get hot and wet over a monster. A monster she still wasn't certain was real. It seemed real enough, of course, but hallucinations always did. Should she fight it, or give in?
Her body was making the choice for her. With every second that passed, she was seduced more and more by the beast, its fearsome appearance belying its delicate, almost tender exploration of her body. Only the deep growls it had loosed and the shine of ivory-white teeth in the feeble moonlight had reminded her that it was dangerous. She wished she could see.
Cold, wet flesh moved her skirt up as hot breath curled underneath the fabric and pooled in the sharp valley of her thighs, like a flood flowing down a mountain to the lake below. Then the nose alighted at the crease between her thigh and pussy, and she moaned and squirmed, struggling to open her legs for it, to allow it access. She nearly sobbed with frustration as the chains bit into her calves, forcing her thighs to stay closed.
“Wo-man.”
Bonnie's eyes flew open. The clearing seemed lighter after the total darkness of her head, and the moon met her gaze. Had... had she just heard the creature speak?
She froze and waited, hoping it would speak again. She was not disappointed.
“Wo-man,” the beast said again, and now it was clear as day that he had spoken. The deep rumble in his chest vibrated through her, the word disjointed, as though taken apart and glued back together. It had trouble speaking. But it could speak.
Bonnie licked her lips.
“Y—yes?”
The beast was silent for a moment, seeming to gather its disused words from whatever dusty corners of its brain they occupied. “Wo-man,” it said at last, “open. Legs, open.”
These words erased, once and for all, the fear for her life she had felt. It wanted to fuck her, not eat her. Rape her, more like. So why did her heart start to hammer at the realization? “I... I can't,” she said. “I'm tied up.” She risked a glance down her body.
The creature was still just a hulking shadow crouched down beside her, but she imagined its eyes on her, watching her. She imagined it could see in the dark. Then it rose up, up and up, so tall she thought she would swoon. It blotted out the starry sky before moving down to her feet and crouching there.
Sharp points slid down her goose-bumped legs. Claws. When they met the chain wound around her calves and ankles, it made a sound of frustration, a deep grumble that sounded almost comical, as though the beast were merely a dog who had been expecting a steak and got only kibble for dinner instead.
“I'm sorry,” Bonnie told it, absurdly. A pang of disappointment and thwarted need struck her, as though somehow not getting monster nose in her pussy was the undesirable outcome of this encounter.
Fight it, she thought to herself, but she had never truly felt need before. She had no practice in resisting it, so when the beast rose up and straddled her legs, she only made a token noise of protest, which the beast promptly ignored, instead placing its huge hands upon her hips.
They were enormous, so big that they nearly encircled her hips, and the heat of them sent a pure, shimmering sensual pleasure through her shivering body. The pads of his hands were rough, catching the wool of her skirt, and his claws pricked her even through the thick material. Then he flipped her over, roughly, and she landed face first in the dirt as he hauled her hips into the air, folding her body at the waist, until her ass was straight up in the air, her handcuffed hands pinioned beneath her chest, the metal biting into her breasts.
Again the cold nose, this time on the back of her thighs, drifting upward until it met her pussy. She felt the hem of her skirt rise as it maneuvered its head beneath it, creating a warm tent. Her slit quivered in anticipation, needing to be touched, and she was not disappointed.
Hot breath puffed over her pussy, once, twice, three times. Soft whiskers and baby-fine hairs at the tip of its muzzle tickled her swollen flesh. Then something long and sinuous, damp, slightly rough and strongly muscled, stroked over her entire cleft, from clit to asshole, and Bonnie cried out in surprise and pleasure. Her body tingled as though her very skin were dissolving into sparks, white hot and all-too-brief. The beast licked her again, his long, prehensile tongue delving into every nook and cranny as his breath picked up its pace, until the space under her skirt was a sauna, hot and damp and stinking of sex. His tongue wandered across the creases of her ass cheeks, slid down her thighs, but always returned to her engorged pussy, stroking, rubbing, seeking the hot little button of her clit before teasing it delicately, in a way that was almost pleasure and almost pain.
Moans escaped from her as the creature played with her pussy, never quite picking a pace, never quite driving her higher, simply stringing her along a razor sharp edge of pleasure that left her groaning for more. She would go utterly mad if he didn't do something soon. After a lifetime of never knowing true arousal Bonnie was impatient. “Please,” she begged the creature. “Please.”
In response, the creature opened its jaws and bit her pussy. Not hard, not to cause pain, but the sharp points of its teeth dug into her hypersensitive flesh and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. Then the long, sensuous tongue pushed its way past her slick labia and delved inside her entrance.
Bonnie gasped at the sensation as the creature stroked her from the inside, tasting her, lapping up her juices. It began to make a rumbling sound deep in its chest, and the vibrations traveled from its body to hers, inside her, just at the edge of her quivering passage. Then it withdrew, eliciting a cry of disappointment from her, before slathering her entire cleft in her juices mingled with its saliva.
“Wo-man, wo-man, wo-man,” it chanted softly to itself as it reached around and slipped its enormous hands beneath her sweater, The rough pads of its hands scraped over her sensitive skin as it let its fingertips skate up her soft stomach until they reached her breasts.
Bonnie had never been flat-chested, but even this creature's hands could cover her generous breasts. The rough pads of his palms scratched against her nipples and Bonnie squeaked and squirmed, her ass waggling at the beast in a blatant invitation.
Mount me like an animal, she wanted to say. Fuck me until I cry.
Then she felt the world dropping away as the creature lifted her into the air by her hips, its nose buried inside her pussy, licking and thrusting with its tongue. She folded nearly in half, her lungs restricted as she dangled upside down, her brain alight with sensations she had never felt before. Then the creature leaned back on its haunches until she was folded up on its belly as it devoured her cunt with ravenous hunger.
In the tiny glimmer of the moon, something large and gleaming jutted up out of his fur just in front of her face, a slick tower of flesh. His penis.
Bonnie gulped.
The beast's tongue lashed her again, then he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place while he began to explore her labia with his other hand. The sharp points of his claws dragged over her arousal-slicked flesh, and Bonnie held herself very still even as the tiny nicks and scratches the beast made caused her hips to jump and twist in its grasp.
Her hands, still bound in their cuffs, twitched. She wanted to touch his cock, just to see what it felt like. It was scientific curiosity. Purely scientific.
Mesmerized, she slid her arms forward, until her fingertips brushed against his slick skin.
Below her, face still buried between her legs, the beast growled, but this growl was warm and pleasurable, the purr of a cat rather than the warning of a wolf, and Bonnie melted at the sound. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around its cock and pulled it toward her.
She'd sucked cock before, plenty of times. She always felt obligated to do so after some hapless coed had tried, unsuccessfully, to get her hot and bothered. Sort of a Thanks for trying! reciprocation. She had never, however, sucked a cock like this.
It was so long, at least a foot, and curved toward her. The tip was pointed, but beneath her hand it felt just like a human cock, only slipperier. The idea of guiding that slippery flesh between her legs sent another gush of warmth and moisture to her pussy, and she felt the beast growl in appreciation as her juices graced his tongue.
Licking her lips, Bonnie pulled the cock toward her mouth, fearing what it would taste like, and fearing even more that she would like it. She didn't like sucking human cock. Why should beast cock be any different?
But the minute it touched her tongue, she sighed with pleasure. The salty sweet taste of it, the musky scent of it, the hard, slick feel of it... all of it somehow felt right, felt as though this was what she had been waiting for all those long lonely nights when she tried to rub her own clit into a frenzy. She had been aching for this all along.
The creature beneath her rumbled its own pleasure as she parted her lips and took its cock into her mouth. Hard and slick, it slid between her lips. She pressed her mouth around it, creating a tight seal, and began to move her head up and down the shaft. The long, pointed cock slipped over her tongue and down her throat, curving perfectly in parallel to her esophagus, making its passage to the base of her tongue at the back of her throat easy. She'd never swallowed such an easy cock. It was as though it had been made to fit her mouth. What that meant about her, that she should be made to fuck a monster, she didn't want to think about. She tried to block her doubts from her mind and lose herself in sensation.
Beneath her, the monster's hips thrust up to meet her eager tongue while teeth and tongue and furred lips slid against her pussy, teasing her clit with sensations she'd nev
er known before. Harder, faster she took his cock into her mouth, and he returned the favor, lavishing her pussy with attention. Deep inside her, she felt her core begin to tighten, shuddering and rippling. She'd felt this before, in dreams, but it was so much more powerful now, so much more vibrant, so immediate. It filled her head, the mounting pleasure, the blooming desire. She strained against the creature's muzzle as she slurped its cock faster, faster, harder, harder, and her body tightened, coiling up like a snake, until with one final nip of its teeth on her clit her body finally reached its climax.
It slammed into her like an avalanche, sweeping her up, tumbling her over and over as her vision blurred and her throat closed for a brief moment before a scream clawed its way out of her throat and she shrieked around the beast's slick, pulsing cock.
Beneath her the beast roared as she came, its tongue probing every fold and crevice of her cunt, its hips pushing into her mouth, going so deep she thought she might reject it, but she didn't. The fur at the base of its cock brushed over her lips, damp with her saliva, and then she felt the thick, meaty rod jerk and pulse against her tongue and the beast came.
Great rolling spurts of cum pumped straight down her throat into her stomach, filling her mouth, spilling over her lips and chin. If the beast had been a man, she would have gagged and coughed, spitting it out, but the beast's seed tasted dark and wild, rich and sweet. Almost too rich—if her body rejected it, it would be because it was too good. Greedily she gulped it down until she was full and the beast beneath her thrashed in ecstasy.
Bonnie had never felt anything so fine.
Chapter Four
A moment of lucidity. Stretching out rather long, in fact. Confusing.
The mind of the man was ascendant, even in the light of the moon, while the beast subsided. Four felt it within him, as though it were falling into slumber. It could be awoken, but while it slept, the man no longer had to fight for supremacy, a battle that until now had been eternally lost as long as the moon shone.
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