Gone with the Monster

by Lila Dubois

  Margo stretched onto her toes, wanting more. His claw moved up and down, rubbing her clit. Then something wide and hard pressed against her sex.

  “Runako!” Margo tried to scramble away, but there was nowhere for her to go. The edge of the curved bed was digging into her belly and with him pressed so close behind her she couldn’t get away.

  “I’m going to have you,” he said, voice dark and cold. “You are mine. I will have you, I need you.” The tip of his claw traced her spine and goose bumps broke out on her arms.

  He was frightening, powerful. He was arousing. He was hers.

  “But I will let you choose where I take you. Here,” he tapped her sex, “or here,” he pulled apart the cheeks of her ass.

  “You’re too big.”

  “Then you will have to make yourself ready for me.”

  “Me?” she twisted to look back over her shoulder.

  “Yes, you. Use your hand. I will watch.”

  She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t have a minor psychotic break over the fact that she found his domineering behavior attractive—the way she would have, and had, two days ago. Margo reached back her hand and ran it over her hip, her ass. She propped herself up on her free hand. She could just barely reach her sex.

  She slid her fingers gently between the folds. She was wet and slippery. Gently she stroked herself, touching places only she would know. She lost herself in the feel of her own body. She was unbelievably wet and hot to the touch.

  “Make yourself ready for me. You’re going to take my cock,” Runako growled.

  His cock bumped her hip, reminding her what was at stake. She couldn’t take that thing in her pussy. No way.

  Margo slid her fingers from her pussy back to her ass. Stroking the puckered hole of her anus Margo marveled at how soft and sensitive it was. Careful of her nails Margo slipped the tip of her middle finger into her ass. It was tight and smooth. Margo pushed her finger in to the middle knuckle, panting.

  She pulled her finger out. Just one of her fingers had felt full, what would it feel like with his cock in her?

  “This might not work…” she mumbled, her practical cautious side overtaking the raging arousal.

  Runako bent forward, looming over her. His wings were spread, casting a large shadow over her.

  “You will take my cock. It is up to you to make it work.” He licked her neck.

  Margo nodded obediently, her head bobbing like a marionette’s. She dipped her fingers into the sticky wetness of her sex. She scooped up the moisture provided by her body and rubbed it over her anus.

  Pushing herself up so her arms would stretch further back she carefully slid her fingers one by one into her sex. Looking over her shoulder Margo caught sight of Runako. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stroked his cock and watched her play with herself. Margo used two fingers to spread her sex and his breath hitched.

  With a smile she dropped her head, sliding her fingers up to her ass.

  Margo carefully slid the tip of her middle finger into her ass once more. She pressed her index finger next to it, pushing and twisting. It popped in, joining her middle finger. Margo pushed her fingers in until it hurt, then pulled out slightly. She fucked herself with two fingers, preparing her ass to be taken by her beloved.

  “Add another finger,” he demanded.

  Margo pulled out her middle and index fingers. Bunching her ring finger in with the first two, she pressed the tips against her ass. She grunted and pushed, moaning as they entered her. She stopped at the middle knuckle.

  “I can’t, I can’t,” she whispered, head thrashing side to side.

  “You have to.”

  “No, I can’t,” she turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “The angle is all wrong.”

  “Oh.”

  Margo dropped her head. She shifted on her toes. The movement shifted her fingers in her ass. She moaned.

  In the next second Runako was easing her fingers from her ass. He’d changed forms. He guided her arm away from her ass, and replaced her fingers with his. She watched him suck his fingers before pressing two of then into her ass, fast and hard.

  Margo cried out and arched her back, dancing slightly on her toes.

  “Do you like that?” he asked roughly, pulling out his fingers and slamming them back in.

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch. It hurts. Yes, yes I like it.”

  “You’re very naughty.”

  Margo had a smart reply ready but he added a third finger, stretching her ass. She went up on her toes, gasping in little breaths.

  “That’s right, you have to take this, don’t you.”

  “Yes, yes, fuck my ass.”

  “Tell me how it feels.”

  “It hurts. I feel full, so full.”

  “I’m adding a fourth finger.”

  “Fuck!” Margo screamed as her ass was stretched wider. It was almost too much, her arousal was fading under an onslaught of discomfort.

  Runako reached under her and stroked her clit. Margo shuttered and relaxed as he spun golden pleasure from the straw of pain. He placed one finger on either side of her clit and moved them in a circle, stimulating the side of her clit rather than the almost painfully sensitive tip.

  Soon she was bumping her hips up, thrusting herself back onto the four fingers that were tunneling in and out of her ass.

  “Your turn,” he whispered, pulling his fingers free. He helped guide her hand into place, and Margo slid four of her fingers into her ass. Runako stepped away and she took over fucking her ass.

  In and out she thrust her fingers, as savagely as she was able. Though his fingers were no longer on her clit the ghost of his touch stayed with her, and there was nothing but pleasure.

  “That’s right,” he growled, voice low and dark, “fuck your ass, spread yourself open for me.”

  Margo tipped her chin enough to see that he’d returned to his true body. There would be no escape from the fucking he’d promised.

  He grabbed her arm, flinging it away. Her ass was gaping and empty.

  Claw-tipped hands settled on her hips.

  “I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Beg.”

  “Fuck you,” Margo snarled. She was so aroused she would have humped his leg if she could. She could cheerfully shoot him for torturing her like his.

  He barked out a laugh. “That’s my mate.”

  The tip of his cock pressed against her gaping ass. He was big. He felt so big. The tip nudged her sensitive anus, stroking it. He held there for a moment, the tip of his cock against her but not applying any real pressure.

  Margo shuttered and whimpered. She was scared, deliciously so. She was about to be savaged by a Monster, and she wanted it, desperately.

  His hold on her hips tensed, and his cock pushed in. She tightened her ass. She couldn’t help it. He pushed against the tight ring of muscle—unrelenting. Her ass gave, opening, stretching, to admit his cock, which was wider than his four fingers had been.

  “¡Madre de Dios!”

  The head of his cock passed the ring of muscle in her ass. It felt as though he were taking up all the space in her lower body, making a place for himself.

  Runako hissed out a breath. “You feel so good, so tight around my cock.”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know how much I can…” Margo’s plea trailed away into pants.

  “You will take it all. Take all of me,” he growled. And then, so softly she almost didn’t hear it, “Love me.”

  Runako withdrew his cock. Pleasure tingled up her spine as his cock stimulated the sensitive nerves of her anus.

  “Runako, please, please.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  His cock pushed into her ass, quicker and deeper. They both moaned.

  “I cannot hold back any longer, I cannot go slow.”

  It was the only warning she got.

  Runako fucked her ass. He fucked her hard and deep. Margo had never felt anything like it
. It was a sensation beyond her understanding. She was utterly mastered by him. She was his, completely. Only a deep and true possession could account for his mastery of her body.

  His cock slid in and out, wet from the juices of their bodies and the sweat that coated them.

  “That’s my naughty girl. Take it. Take it all.”

  She didn’t know if she would, or could, come from this, but she was past the point of caring.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.

  Runako’s thrusts sped up. He leaned too far forward and slammed her thighs into the edge of the stone bed. Margo yelped in pain.

  Runako grabbed her by the waist and lifted her from the bed. He pulled his cock from her ass.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing her thighs. “I hit the edge of the—”

  She never finished her explanation. Runako sat on the edge, lifted her onto his lap, and slid his arms under her knees. He spread her legs and then lifted her onto his cock. Margo sobbed as her body sank down onto his turgid cock. The sensation was different from this angle, and his cock touched places inside her ass that it had not before.

  Margo tipped her head and watched him. There was a moment of disorientation as she looked at the Monster, but then it was just Runako, her beloved.

  His powerful arms flexed as he lifted and lowered her, fucking her ass. Margo grabbed her breasts, fondled her nipples roughly before trailing one had down to her sex.

  “Make yourself come,” he demanded. “I will wait for you.”

  Margo slid her fingers along the lips of her widely spread sex. She slid one finger into herself. It was terribly tight, and she could feel his cock moving within her ass. Her thumb on her clit brought a bolt of pleasure so strong she had to close her eyes and bite her lip.

  “You’re gorgeous. I want you. I love you.” Runako’s gasping statements flowed from English to his native tongue.

  She didn’t understand the words, but she felt the emotion, the love that drove them. Strange that an act that had started so dirty had become something almost beautiful.

  “I love you,” she said. “Now fuck me.”

  Runako paused. He looked at her. Margo raised one brow in imitation of him.

  “Play with your clit,” he growled. “Make yourself come while I fuck you.”

  He lifted her completely off his cock and then slammed her down. Margo circled her clit furiously as he savaged her ass. Her breasts bounced, her ass, stretched to its breaking point and stuffed full, shot bolts of pleasure up her spine.

  “Yes, fuck, fuck me.”

  Margo came, her orgasm ripping through her, starting at her toes and spreading up. Her calves knotted, her belly tightened, and her teeth clenched. With a roar Runako stood, still holding her, and jackhammered her body onto his cock. His wings flared wide as he came, shouting her name.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  How had he been so lucky to find such a female?

  Runako smiled down at Margo, who was curled up sleeping. She looked innocent and fresh in sleep, completely unlike the woman who’d let him fuck her ass.

  He raised his hand to stroke her.

  “Touch me and I’ll break your face,” she muttered.

  Runako snorted in surprised amusement. Margo opened one eye and glared balefully at him. “Are you laughing at me?”

  “Ah, no. No, not at all.” Runako wiped the smile from his face.

  “Good, because I’d have to shoot you.” Margo opened her other eye and stretched, wincing. “There isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t hurt.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “That would be a lot more sincere if you weren’t grinning like an idiot.” Margo deepened her voice. “Me mark woman, woman mine now.”

  “I do not sound like that,” he protested. There was no way she could know he’d been thinking exactly those things.

  “I’m starving. You’re supposed to feed me regularly. If you break me don’t think they’re going to give you a replacement human woman. I’m all you get, buddy.”

  “You’re all I want,” he said with melting sincerity, looking into her eyes.

  “Whatever, Casanova.”

  Margo scrambled out of the bed, wincing. Runako climbed out and picked her up.

  “Let me go. I have to pee.”

  “I will take you back to the Captive Caves.”

  “Oh, thank God. I can use the bathroom there. Yay!”

  A little disgruntled that she was more excited about the bathroom than she had been about his soulful confessions, Runako bent so she could grab a fur from the bed to wrap herself in.

  He carried her from his home and took to the sky. In less than fifteen minutes they landed on the ledge of the Captive Caves. He carried Margo into the cave, and then straight through to the bathroom.

  He set her down, and almost followed her as she went in.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I can’t escape.” She shut the door.

  “I didn’t think you wanted to,” he whispered. Runako shifted to human and leaned against the cold cave wall. What had happened? She was distant, behaving the way she had when he first kidnapped her.

  They were mates. He loved her, and she’d said she loved him. Didn’t that mean they would be partners, be together and in sync?

  Maybe he needed to watch more movies. Runako dropped into the chair in front of the TV.

  He didn’t want to think that it was the sex. He’d found that delicious. He’d never felt more connected to her than he had holding her, thrusting into her, watching her find her pleasure.

  He was sure he hadn’t hurt her. He’d checked her ass after he pulled out of her, and though it was pink from friction there had been no blood. He would have preferred to thrust into her sweet pussy, but there was no way, he was just too big.

  Had she not enjoyed it? Had the reality of fucking him, really fucking him, when he was a Monster, killed the love she said she had for him?

  On a sigh he went to the box of DVDs and began flicking restlessly through them. He concentrated on those movies that had human mated couples. They were not his favorites, and he had not watched many of them. He pulled out the few he’d watched.

  What had gone wrong? Were there steps to becoming a human’s mate he’d missed?

  Staring down at the movies he realized where he’d gone wrong.

  He could fix this, he just needed a few hours to go to the human town nearest here. All he needed was a way to keep Margo occupied while he was gone.

  With a grin he returned to the chair and waited.

  Margo stood in the shower, blistering hot water pouring over her. She was shivering. It wasn’t the sex that had freaked her out, at least she didn’t think it was the sex. It was what the sex meant.

  She’d let him fuck her, when only days ago she’d been adamant that that wouldn’t happen. Loving him had changed her, made her softer. She’d changed her mind in order to please him, and that scared her.

  She did believe that he wouldn’t physically hurt her—on purpose. But he wasn’t human, he wasn’t familiar with human bodies. What if he tried something he thought wouldn’t hurt her, but did? It was clear that she was so stupid in love with him that she wouldn’t stop him.

  Was she really so pathetic? Was she so desperate to be loved, to feel beautiful and special, that she’d throw away all sense?

  They were in love, but that didn’t mean this was forever, despite the beautiful, romantic, heart-melting things he’d said. She’d meant it when she said that they might get back to L.A. and realize that they didn’t suit.

  Margo scrubbed her scalp with her fingers, conditioner running down her forehead into her eyes. The core of it was that she was scared. She was scared because she felt different. After a quarter of a decade being one person it was scary to look in the proverbial mirror and not recognize the person staring back.

  Maybe this was in-love Margo, as opposed to singleton Margo. Maybe being in love would make her mushy and stupid. How revoltin
g.

  She needed her friends, needed to go back to her life and see these changes in context with the world she knew.

  It was also possible that she was freaking out and over-thinking the whole situation. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  She toweled dry, taking her time. She brushed her teeth and hair feeling more herself by the minute.

  The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around herself, the delicious scent of fried, cheesy goodness assaulted her nostrils. She walked into the living room cave and her heart melted.

  Runako had spread a blanket on the floor. There were candles, flowers, and most importantly, food. He carried a steaming microwave dish over to the blanket. He knelt and placed the dish with care. The thought and planning he’d put into setting this up coated her like balm.

  What had she been worrying about? This was Runako. He loved her. She loved him. Everything else could be worked out.

  “Hello,” she whispered.

  He smiled, his whole face lighting up. “Hello,” he replied, also in a whisper. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans and held out a white long-sleeve button-down shirt to her. Margo dropped the towel and slipped it on. The tails were long enough to cover vital bits, though it wouldn’t button over her breasts.

  Runako took her hand and led her to their picnic.

  Margo sat, legs curled to one side, and twisted her wet hair into a rope she pulled over one shoulder. Runako draped the fur she’d brought from his place over her shoulders.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  He sat, one knee up, elbow on that knee. His posture was relaxed, powerful, elegant, but there were worry lines around his eyes, and he watched her anxiously.

  Margo forked up a bite of lasagna and put it in her mouth. Cheese, glorious cheese.

  “Mmmm. This is good. I’m starving.” She opened her eyes, which she’d closed while going through that brief holy moment with a dairy product. “This is wonderful and romantic,” she gestured to the picnic, “but I’m too hungry to be dainty and cute.”

  Margo shifted to sit cross-legged and picked up the lasagna, using the edge of the fur as a hot pad.

  “Oh yeah,” she mumbled around a mouth of noodles, “this is good.”