Heart of The Reaper: A Dark Monster Romance

by YD La Mar

  Biting my bottom lip to stifle the sounds that want to escape, I come down from the orgasm and my eyes drift close, letting the darkness embrace me.

  When my eyes open, I’m staring at a stone ceiling. It makes me think of a cave. The room is warm but not hot. Flames flickering are casting weird shadows on the ceiling, making it look like figures are dancing. I sit up and look around. I don’t recognize this room, which probably means I’ve never been here before. Am I on a bed? All the sheets are black and I’m still naked. I quickly grab the sheet to bring it up and cover myself.

  Looking around the room again, I feel something cold down my spine and I immediately know who it is. I shiver because I was just masturbating to him. Does he know? Can he tell? I’m so embarrassed.

  Nothing is happening, but I know he hasn’t moved, so I turn around to look at him. His hood is back a little more today, giving me a peek at what’s behind it. His eyes are glowing, like the flames that flicker around us in shades of orange inside sconces attached to the walls. It looks like his nose is missing because I don’t see it peeking out. Why doesn’t it scare me? The mysterious air around him just makes me more curious, more attracted to him. It’s like all those books I read, they always describe it as tall, dark and handsome. He’s tall and dark. That he’s always been there for me through the crap in my life makes him attractive to me in more ways than one. I rub my legs together to chase away the feeling in my center. It doesn’t even feel like I just masturbated, in fact, it feels even worse. I’m still so needy.

  I cast my eyes down at the bed so he doesn’t see what’s going on in my head. Am I blushing? My face feels hot. Is this what it means to have unrequited love? I want him so badly but he’s made no move to express that he feels the same. Does he find me a silly girl with a crush? It’s a devastating thought. Especially when my mind goes back to the taunts the boys were throwing at me about my body.

  I’m lost in my thoughts when suddenly, my monster grabs my hand and brings it up to his face. Crap. My breath hitches. I think my fingers are still coated with my juices. How is this possible? Isn’t this dreamland? My face heats in embarrassment even more and my monster shifts his eyes towards mine. The flames behind them look like they’re getting bigger. What does this mean?

  His tongue comes out, and he slowly licks my finger from the bottom to the very tip, making me gasp, and my heart beats faster. How can his tongue be so hot when his body always feels so cold? The thought of his tongue touching me in other places makes me squirm, scissoring my legs together. It’s so naughty.

  I’m panting, I know it. My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. The next thing that happens steals my breath away.

  “...Reese.” Did he just fucking say my name? Oh, my god. His voice, it’s so deep and raw. Like he hasn’t used it in a while. Just like all the romance books I read. It’s so masculine and melts under my skin, burying itself where I can hold it close to my heart. Why does it make me so hot? It’s just a voice, but I need to keep him talking to me because I’m about to melt where I’m sitting. Where am I sitting? Is this his bed?

  “...You never told me your name.” My eyes are glued to where his tongue was. His face is still hiding in the shadows a bit, but I can see that his face is sunken in. Where skin should be, it’s not… all there. My hands itch to touch it, anyway. This is my monster we’re talking about; I love everything about him. Did I just say that? Love? Is that what this feeling is? I know it’s much more than a simple crush. I’ve seen what the girls at my school consider a crush, and my feelings for my monster go so much deeper than that.

  My monster tilts his head and stares at me. It’s a little unnerving, and I’m feeling self-conscious a bit. My face flames uncontrollably the longer he stares. Maybe the boys in my school are right, I look like a boy. Is that what my monster sees too? The thought douses the internal fire I had going, chilling me to the bone. I pull my hand out of his and wrap the sheet closer to my body to cover more of myself.

  He still isn’t saying anything, and I feel like crawling inside myself to hide away from him. Closing my eyes to stop my tears from building, I almost miss his voice.

  “...Beheraa.”

  I snap my head up and look at him with wide eyes, blinking a few times. I didn’t think he would tell me. All these years of not speaking to me, why now?

  “Beheraa?” He makes a low growl noise that picks up my heart rate again. Why is that so sexy? That’s a hard name to remember, but I like it. Beheraa. My big teddy bear that I’ve held onto through the years that keeps the darkness at bay. My heart swells with my love and appreciation for him.

  I start to crawl towards him but he takes a step back. What? What did I do wrong? Am I that ugly? My once swelling heart deflates like a balloon in my chest with his rejection. The insults the boys throw at me from school start crashing into my mind, their taunts echoing in my ears pricking my eyes with tears. My head feels tight, my heart hurts with his reaction. Gosh, these thoughts make me mad so I turn back around and cover myself with the sheet entirely as I lay on my side. I don’t want to see the disgust on his face. It would break me.

  Silently crying, I feel myself becoming tired. It’s been a damn long and exhausting day.

  REESE - 17 years old

  Daddy has become more aggressive these past couple of years. He caught me masturbating one night and said he needed to ‘teach me a lesson’ because I should have come to him if I was horny. I didn’t know what to say to that. I want no more of his attention. He gives me enough of it every night.

  The first time Daddy tied me up, I was so scared. He made me suck his cock until he said I was done.

  “Be a good girl and take my cock Reese, take it all the way in. Fuck.” I tried my best not to gag, I didn't want him to be mad at me. But he just kept shoving it deeper and deeper, making my jaw ache.

  “Fuck yes, take it Reese, fuck. Goddamn it.”

  When something warm shot into my mouth, I couldn't do anything else but swallow because he was so deep in my throat it was going to go down, anyway. My tears welled up, but I kept my sobs at bay because I didn’t want Mama to wake up.

  He told me I was a good girl and pet my head before he left my room. On nights like this, I cry myself to sleep. Who can I talk to? Who can I tell? Would they believe me? I highly doubt it. Mama might blame me for it. I hate to think that way, but I just can’t take the chance. I feel so trapped and cornered.

  Daddy came back sometime later to untie me and all I did was roll over to fall back asleep to my tears wetting my pillow while the blood slowly returned to my fingertips. The feeling of needles pricking my skin helped to take my mind off my aching jaw and aching heart.

  I wake up with the heat of flames at my back. I’m crying, I’m screaming, I can't take where life has brought me. Is this it? Is this what life has for me? I’m horny, I feel dirty, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

  I cry out the loudest cry I can, screaming, “fucker!”

  It renews me, being able to let it all out, but it also makes me feel like a dirty girl. Dammit, Daddy. “Fucker!”

  Bear appears behind me. I know this because I can feel the chill at my back, cooling my rage a bit. Once I wipe my tears off my face with the back of my hand, I notice I’m back in his room on top of his black sheets.

  I’m angry and I’m horny because Daddy never leaves me satisfied. He leaves when he’s done, ignoring me like I’m just a doll to be tossed away. Like I’m nothing. I’m nothing. Didn’t I do everything Daddy wanted me to do? Don’t I deserve something?

  Turning around to face Bear, his hood is down, and there are flames behind his eyes. The longer I stare at him, the more I become starved for his touch.

  The My Ruin song Terror comes into my head like a fucking mantra, the one I always listen to when life gets like this. It helps me get through the crap when I don’t have Bear near me. It makes me want to scream to the music. Yes, I know exactly who I am, I’m Daddy’s little whore. The infe
rno growing within me is like a quiet storm waiting to devour. I’m crying. I’m mad! I’m so confused and I feel so empty.

  I stare into Bear’s flaming eyes and my heart wants to burst, my face gets hot with indignation. Why can’t he just love me? Don’t I deserve love too? Making up my mind, the feeling of determination takes over me like the force of a hurricane. I can scream like a banshee all I want, but it doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t get me what I want, and right now I want Bear. He’s always kept me at a distance, a fucking forbidden low hanging fruit in front of my face. Teasing my desires and snatching it away when I try to reach out. Not today. Not anymore.

  I jump on Bear without a second thought, taking him down onto the bed with my body weight. I don’t care about anything I’ve been feeling before except for what I feel right fucking now.

  His body is huge, and his eyes are flaming with heat. It’s such a contrast to his cold presence, and it entices me. I don’t even think about what he is, though in the back of my head I know exactly what he is. Is this what the world has brought me to? My unrequited love for a demon of death? I don’t care because I’m already dead inside from everything that’s happened to me. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. This aching hole in my chest wants to be filled.

  If I go down in flames, I want to take him with me. We can burn together. He’s the only one I’ve ever wanted.

  The song continues to blast through my head as I climb his body with slow precision so that I can reach his mouth. His body is solid, what little muscle, flesh and skin he has under the cloak grounds me, reminding me he’s very much real and here with me. The roughness of the fabric beneath my hands only increases the sensitivity of my skin as I unclasp it and let it fall open to my greedy perusal.

  I don’t have time to feel self-conscious about my body because I NEED him. I need him to destroy the memory of what Daddy leaves behind, from what my daddy makes me feel. I need Bear to erase it with something beautiful. Something I know only he can give, no one else.

  His skeletal features only spur me on as my eyes trace the details of his face. The dancing flames in his eye sockets, his empty nostrils, and exposed teeth are staring at me as I widen my thighs to straddle him on his bed of cool black linens. I need him fucking now to restore me. I need to find myself again. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

  Daddy has taken enough of me; I need something for myself …. And I’m claiming Bear for me. I hold Bear’s face between both of my hands; the coolness seeping into my skin and lean in to give him a kiss on his mouth, my first kiss. It should be with him because it’s always been him for me. Bear doesn’t respond, and that’s okay, I didn’t expect him to. I give him a fucking smile anyway when I pull back.

  Crawling back down his body, I reach back with one of my hands and grab his cock. I didn’t get a chance to look at it, but I don’t care. It feels different from Daddy’s; the only other person I have to compare it to. The skin feels rougher, missing in places. I expected that because his body looks much the same. He has a few patches of skin that stretches over his skeletal body, some exposed muscles on his thighs. My hand doesn’t fully go around his cock and the thought makes me wet. I rub it with force, I’m vicious in my need and I need it hard for me; it doesn’t disappoint as it slowly but surely rises and hardens in my hand. Fuck what every boy says about my body, I need to feel good. I am not just a doll to be played with and tossed. Daddy is an asshole.

  Once my stroking brings him full attention, I stick it right where it belongs. Inside me.

  Damn does it feel good, much better than the way it feels when Daddy is inside of me. It stretches me to a fullness I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m so wet so there isn’t much resistance in his entrance but I’m whimpering because he’s so fucking big down there and I can’t take it all the way but I want to so badly.

  I’m desperate for him to erase everything Daddy does to me. I know it’s wrong, and I know I’m supposed to be a good girl, but I just want something for myself. Bear has always been mine.

  I start to ride Bear with abandon, like my life depends on it. So what if I look like a fool? It takes a while and different angles, but his cock finally slips into me to the hilt the longer I ride him and it feels so good to know we fit. I knew he was made for me. When I look at him I see the flames dancing behind his eyes growing. I can’t tell if he’s smiling or frowning because his face is in a permanent grimace of exposed teeth. It kind of makes me want to laugh, but his cock inside me is distracting.

  The feeling between my legs starts like a slow tingle. I’m chasing my orgasm and getting wetter by the minute. I suddenly feel Bear’s rough skeletal hands on my hips and the contrast in temperature with what’s going on inside of me makes me shiver. It feels so damn good to see him respond to me, especially like this. He doesn’t have to say anything because his actions always spoke louder than words, I’ve grown to love that about him because it’s something I always expect. I’m riding him faster and faster, my knees bracing against what’s below me like a damn jockey racing to the fucking finish line. The tension in my muscles only adds to the tension inside of me.

  I don’t want this feeling to end yet, so I continue to ride him harder, feeling my pussy pulsate around his girth. I want to make him feel good too. I lean down and bite his shoulder through part of his stupid cloak that still lays partially over him, the cloak that has always concealed him from me. The action feels symbolic; he can’t hide from me anymore because I see him and I still want him despite what I see. Feeling my body and skin slide against his makes my heart feel tight. I need to connect to Bear, my teddy bear who’s always been with me through the thick and thin. I want to bury all my frustrations and pain inside of his embraces, the hugs I’ve stolen from him over the years. My frustration with my mother, with my father, I let it all out as I continue to grind my pussy and clit on him. Bear is my sanctuary and I cry a little for the comfort he has given me through all the times I felt like I was dying inside. My orgasm takes me by surprise and it’s the fucking best one I’ve ever felt. Daddy never cares to give me any orgasms. It’s just been me and my hand. But grinding on Bear like this must be rubbing on my clit in the perfect angle and pressure. The euphoric emotion only lasts for a bit as my mind gets overrun with thoughts again.

  Why am I a victim in all this? I hate feeling like a victim. Why must I sacrifice my innocence to make my parents happy? What’s in it for me? What do I get? I deserve Bear; he is fucking mine and I am just so angry about it all. He is the only one that belongs to me and I am going to make sure he fucking knows it.

  I reach up and rip the rest of his cloak off his body before biting his shoulder again with full force. Even though it’s just mostly bone, he lets out a growl as I lick my bite mark. I lean into the side of his face where his ear should be, rubbing my nose against his face, just breathing him in, letting his coolness sink into my anger. His skull is smooth, and he smells of flames, like Mama’s natural gas stove. Breathing him in again, I stick out my tongue and lick him slowly before I tell him what I’ve been wanting to tell him for so long. I’m going to make him fucking understand.

  “Bear, you are fucking mine. You’ve been in me and you’re fucking stuck with me. I need you so bad, I’m so fucking horny for you.” The heat of my breath against his face bounces his coolness back to me. The only response I get from him is his teeth grinding together, the sound loud in my ear with how close I am to him. It’s better than no response at all.

  Bear doesn’t disappoint when he shoves his cock in me fast and hard, taking control from beneath me. His hands grip me so hard at the hips it hurts, pinches of pain, but it doesn’t stop it from feeling good. Soon I can hear him let out a guttural growl into the flesh of my shoulder, the flames behind his eyes glowing and flickering like the flames on the walls of this room lighting up the side of my face. His cum inside of me mixing with my wetness soothes me and I love it. Finally. Finally, I made him mine.

  REESE - 18 years old
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  The days go by pretty much the same. The kids at school are simple-minded assholes. Mama is blissfully happy and unaware playing housewife. Daddy is starting to explore more with my body now that I’ve blossomed and filled out. I thought the day would bring me joy. I’ve been waiting for it to happen for so long. Instead, all it brought me was more pain as daddy starts to ‘play’ more since I look like a woman now, so it must mean I can ‘take’ more. He’s been sticking things like toys and anything that resembles a long shaft inside my ass, and I hate it. But what can I do? I never knew what a butt plug was until Daddy told me about it.

  I didn’t think I liked sex either until Bear.