The Monster In Me

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He held me in place and covered my mouth. It was difficult to breathe. Yet I rather asphyxiate with him inside me, than breathe without all of him.

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I'm petrified when he is near because the want in him resuscitates the monster each and every time. One I am unable nor want to tame. Impossible not triggering this in him when we are together. The stars align and the cosmos respond when our hands intertwine. It begins with playful banter, always ending with hurt feelings. There is a battle of wanting more and the evident restrictions on why we can't be together. I can't see the reasons, but he speaks them into existence.

This night was different. This night changed what we were not. This night ended, and took my life with it.

I am on my knees on the hunter green swivel velvet lounge chair in the center of the living room. My body is aching from the desire burning through me. I have a slip dress waiting for him to own me. He enters the apartment and I greet him with all the want in me. He closes the door behind him and floats in my direction. The possession has begun. Although the room is dark and lit with the dim street lights his red eyes glow and signal his arrival. Facing me, I look up at him. He grabs my hair and tilts my head to the side.

Why are you here? I don't want to do this anymore.

Shut up! his guttural harsh voice commands of me.

No! I reproach and place my hand on his trying my best to pull him away. His claws grow into my skin. A sign he is morphing and I can no longer escape his hold.

I said shut up! He growls and bites my chin.

The pain is sharp but I love it. I moan, signaling I'm ready.

I'm shaking in consternation. Years of letting him take me, truth that no two encounters are the same. His nails needles going down my neck injecting sedative to calm the tempest of desire in me. A single tear runs down my right cheek and he kisses my forehead. His hands move to the straps of my dress. It falls gently on my knees and I am completely exposed. My nipples are ready for his mouth. I gently place my hand behind his neck. Imploring I ask him to let me go.

Please release me. I can't keep wanting you this way. It hurts.

The desperation in my voice changes the color of his eyes. They are now grey before he leans down grabs my face and with brute force kisses me. His tongue dances inside me, when done he bites my lip and I moan again. His venom is now circulating in me and I react. I bite his neck in response and release his hard cock, throbbing for me. I grip and he stands tall in virile mode, looking down at me. He knows what comes next. Without breaking gaze, I near his dick and allow my tongue to greet his tip. The kiss sensual where his lubrication creates a web back to my mouth. Its taste of sweet pineapple with a little Whiskey, invites me back and I oblige. He is now completely submerged in my mouths nectar. I play with his senses. Slowly sucking and licking. Holding him in place while I let my lips trace his length and girth.

He's now the Monster. The one I'd fallen in love with. The best part of him, the hurt, pain he inflicts in me. The move was swift I didn't have time to fight him. Having no time to react I was on my back ready for him to enter me. I could feel the lubrication dripping down between my legs. His claws etch my stomach down to my core and he enters uninvited.

His thrust, intense and fast paced. The sound of his skin slapping mine with unrelated force, echoes off the walls. My moan the rhythm to this lustful melody. He gets closer to my body and holds my breast, squeezing hard enough so that my nipple is the peak of this favorite mountain. While licking in circular motion, his teeth gently bite it and I release a charged scream filled with agony and pleasure. The beast fueled by sound of inflicting pain and pleasure pounds my pussy with unforgiving want.

"Finish inside me. This is the last time you'll feel and own me." I say without the courage to look into his eyes while I do. He held me in place and covered my mouth. It was difficult to breathe. Yet I rather asphyxiate with him inside me, than breathe without all of him. He pushed himself into my pussy hard and aggressively, it hurt. My body was fighting to breathe and scream, but I came instead. Slowly slipped out of consciousness. His red eyes the last light illuminating the space near me. Infuriated he didn't stop till he was done. Just before my eyes shut he got close and whispered..

If you are not mine you are no ones.