But it didn’t break her. The pain of having her insides stretched so deep, and having both holes spread taut by its girths, was again lost under the climax that ripped through her. As the beast’s body pressed down on her head, her shoulders, her back, and her ass, gently pinning her to the blankets, she could only move her legs. Her feet kicked at the blankets, and thank fucking god, the tentacle rubbing her aching, sore clit stopped. But, as her muscles clenched, and her cum leaked out of her some more, the beast did not stop gently fucking her.“Please ... st ... stop...”It ignored her. Or maybe it couldn’t hear her, with how she was buried beneath it. Either way, it was content to stay deep inside her, so deep its pelvis remained where it was, snug to her ass, and shifting back and forth in the most gentle fucking she’d ever had. Gentle, and so deep it was a wonder she didn’t have a ruptured colon. She knew she didn’t. All she felt from its insistent need to keep its fat girths bu
“I ... don’t understand. Is something wrong? I—”“I am not Bethany!” Once she was within arm’s reach of the flashlight, she grabbed it and pointed it up at the monster. Oh god, what would it look like? Slimy? Scaly? Furry?She turned on the light, and petrified as it shrieked in what she could only assume was pain. Shrieked, and exploded? No, not exploded, but bits of black shot outward from where her light hit, and cut through the monster looming over her. She couldn’t see it, even as her light moved over it. The black silhouette of its body shattered where her light hit it, as if the thing itself were darkness.“How ... how could you!?” the shadow creature cried out. “Bethany. How could you? You know—”“I am not Bethany! She was my great grandmother, and she’s dead! She died two months ago!” She regretted it the moment it came out of her mouth. This thing was obsessed with Bethany, and it was a monster. If it didn’t think she was Bethany, what was stopping it from killing her? Worse
“I’m sorry,” the darkness said at last. “I ... I haven’t seen Bethany in so long. That part of me took over.” That part? “It ... it saw you, in her. You look so similar.”“I, uh, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment. Gammy was pretty amazing.”“She was amazing. Your ... your name, Beth? You are ... Jeremy’s daughter.”“R-Right.” More silence, but at least the cold dread smothering her was fading away. Instead of cold, now things were awkward. Scary as fuck, and awkward. “I ... I uh ... I don’t know what to say,” she said. “How did you meet Bethany?”The darkness folded like a big blanket, moving over itself, layers bending and mixing around the edges of the bed and along the walls.“She found me. I was alone, for many ... many years. When this home was built, it unearthed me, and Bethany ... cared for me.”How did someone care for a shadow monster? Details. She could ask about that later. And, thinking that there’d get to be a later managed to bring a smile to her lips. She wasn’t g
“Yes, of course. I ... I just can’t believe this is happening.”“Thank you. Protect it from light, when you go.”“I’ll do it! Definitely, I’ll do it. I can’t believe ... can’t believe you ... you’ve been with her this long?”“I ... cannot believe I did this to her great granddaughter.”“You didn’t know.”“A part of me did.”She winced, and shook her head. “Just ... don’t do it again, and ... and it’ll be fine.” Wow, was she really saying that? After what this thing had just done to her? But, god damn, she was literally holding a piece of its life in a jar, and after everything that’d happened, she had a hard time believing it was lying to her.“I will go,” it said.“Where?”“I ... don’t know. I could rest beneath the house, but I cannot do that now, not after what I did.”Sighing, she set the jar on the nightstand beside her. Alien monster demon soul fog monster creature thing in a jar, literally. Ha.“Rest where you normally do. I ... I trust you.” Because she was an idiot. She shoul
“That, is a long time to be doing this routine. Jesus.” She stepped over to the kitchen table, sat down, and stared at the walls. Well, at least she wasn’t terrified anymore. Still afraid, but apparently not so afraid she couldn’t come home to her haunted house. “ ... I have a haunted house.”“I am not dead, or a ghost.”“Then ... then what are you?”“I am me. I am ... something that has shared lives with people when they are willing. It is who I am.”“Ok.” Spirit, or monster, or both. Either way, she set her hands down on the table, and shook her head. “You’ve been ... with humans, for so long, being romantic with them. And every time the person dies, a part of you that grew as part of the romance, dies.” If she was a scientist, she’d think it was some sort of symbiotic relationship that allowed a strange, almost mythical entity to survive for thousands of years. She was not a scientist. She was, in fact, an idiot, who found the whole story very captivating, and sad! Just thinking ab
. She could still remember the feel of his cocks — plural! — pressing her down into the mattress when she was on her stomach. She’d cum so much, she’d soaked the bed, and nearly got a foot cramp.“Beth?”Fuck, she hadn’t said a word in a minute. Shit. Shit shit shit. Do it? Really? Really do it? Are you so horny that you can’t think straight? Just gonna devolve into some kinda horny teen idiot?Do it.Sighing, she reached down, and pulled off her pajama top. Then, pajama bottom.“No anal! I’m not cleaning myself up for that again. Such a pain the ass — ha — to do that.” She was laughing. Why was she laughing? She was about to give herself up to a shadow monster demon thing. Again!“You ... want this?” The two red eyes grew in size, and they floated over her bed. Now, the size of the beast was obvious, a colossal creature that could have swallowed her whole, like a two-bite brownie, if he’d wanted.As the massive beast loomed over her, she felt her inhibitions melt away, like she’d jus
I swear he’s better built than the statue I’m polishing in his foyer right now, and from the look of the bulge in those thin wool slacks, certainly more well endowed. Despite being a world-class businessman, where you’d think he’d be chained to a desk all day, he looks like a world-class athlete and moves like one too…his glutes firing, making his movements look effortless, as he glides through the entryway to his mansion.Despite the smell of about half a bottle of Lemon Pledge having been sprayed in the last fifteen minutes, I inhale the scent of something that resembles a campfire, or a rugged man in a barn stamping out horseshoes. It’s rugged, masculine, and suits the five o’clock shadow that he’s sporting despite the oversized IWC wall clock, with a diameter that’s wider than I am tall, displaying the time to be exactly nine in the morning. I close my eyes as the scent engulfs me, abruptly jerking them back open, when a deep voice with notes that sound like leather tipped it ste
CarterFor the last thirty days, I’ve been trying my hardest to keep her off my mind. Trying not to look at her, to think about her, and certainly not to touch her.And now, with her body pressed against mine, I’m reminded exactly why, my need clearly pressing into her and despite layers of clothing separating our skin, I’m already on the verge of spilling my seed, the baby-making material I knew was destined for her no matter how hard I fought it.She’s too young, too innocent, I try and remind myself. But with her body flush against mine, there’s no logic in the world that can convince me to avoid doing what I’ve needed to do since first laying eyes on her.Make. Her. Mine.“What is that?” I question.“It’s one of your statues…private parts.”“It doesn’t look very private being held in your tiny hands, little girl.”She swallows hard and fumbles with the bronzed cock like not only has she never felt one before but possibly not even ever seen one before…in real life or the Internet.