Story from my short story anthology Erotic Encounters : Tales of the paranormal and preternatural available on Amazon.
In the light of the full moon he whispered softly in her ear.
“You want me, just admit it.”
She wanted to admit it but she couldn’t. She did not want him to know that she could not get enough of him. Just the thought of him and her knees would get weak and her pussy would get severely drenched.
The scent of him would leave her melting inside yearning for a taste. She just needed a taste of his long hard cock filling her mouth. How she missed having him in her mouth and inside of her.
It almost didn’t matter that he could transform into something else at any given second. He was dangerous and she knew he had a hold on her.
She was obsessed.
She escaped from him once before and knew that if he ever had her again…she would not run and she would not fight though the fear of him consumed her.
She was completely obsessed.
Obsessed by his tongue and the way his tongue teased the very center of her desire. The way he moaned like an animal in heat when he tasted her feminine sweetness. She sensed he may be in the same position of wanton desire not able to get enough of her.
She didn’t want to admit it but there was no reason to. He could see it in her eyes. His acute sense of smell could sense the aroma of her desire leaking through her pores.
He enjoyed teasing her, making her desire grow. Her taste was divine and he couldn’t get
He knew that she was afraid of what he becomes. She was afraid of becoming just like him and he knew that fear also fueled her desire and her appetite.
He realized she found it hard to admit it but he was not stopping until she said it. He wanted her to say it out loud. He knew that he wanted her the moment he laid eyes on her and he knew that eventually she would feel the same way.
He wanted to possess her.
He had another chance.
He had tried once before but he could not hold her. This time he refused to tear himself away from her. He could not even if he tried. Her pussy was so delicious and fed him better than anything he could or would ever have. He hoped that his service to her would illicit the answer that he was searching for. Her moans drove him crazy and it only made him want to service her more. He could feel her juices dripping down his chin and it confirmed to him that he was getting closer to what he wanted.
Her body started to shake and she knew her orgasm was so close. She wanted it so bad but she was terrified of what came next. It was so painful to think about. She has been there before. She knew his power. He grabs hold and never let go. She was beyond lucky to have escaped the last time.
He singes her body with pleasure and excitement with an intensity that left her physical body drained and useless.
Her orgasm flooded his mouth and her breath caught in her throat. He did not stop. He continued to drink of her and devour every last drop. Her body just shook with a pleasure that radiated from her head to her toes.
When it felt as if her orgasm was finally going to subside and her mind was becoming clear again. She remembered and her eyes shot open.
There he stood in all his glory eyeing her like a predator stalking his prey. And she was…his prey. She had always been.
He was ready to stake claim. His eyes that were once brown were now amber in color. His hands were no longer his own. They were monstrous, large, hairy and deformed.
He welcomed the familiar feeling of his transformation. The power and strength he felt exhilarated him. He was ready to claim what should have been his all along.
She was afraid to move. Something that she could not see held to her spot and she could not move. It did not stop her from shuttering as his howl pierced the silence.
The deed was done. She belongs to him now and there was no one that could save her.
He demanded obedience and she was frightened at first.
She knew what he was capable of but her lust consumed her. It was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She could not live and she could not breathe without knowing he was coming back to her to fill her and claim every inch of her.
He was to blame.
No one was able to take control of her so easily and completely. He was her leader and no matter how hard she fought it, she was not complete and she was not fulfilled unless his cock was inside of her.
It wasn’t that long ago that she was seduced.
“You want me so bad.” He would say and it would be futile to deny it.
The art of seduction that transforms your body and soul was his specialty. He held her captive with the silky touch of his hand and his powerful and strong cock. He needed a mate and he chose her. After he consumed her, she felt reborn and full of life. Her eyes were opened and the air smelled clearer now.
The woman she was before was gone and the piece of the beast that remained consumed her.
He consumed her and she consumed him.
She completed him and made him whole. He knew the first time he laid eyes on her and the first time her body laid stretched beneath his. His hands loved to touch her body. It felt like she was made
He was obsessed with her taste.
He had never tasted anything or anyone like her. He knew what to do to make her submit. He didn’t need chains or whips or any other instruments. His hands, his lips, his eyes were all he needed to bring her into his arms.
To make her submissive.
He was in charge after all and she could not resist him. When his lips wrapped around her hard nipples she would melt beneath him and lose all sense of time and space.
He knew what he was capable of. When he transformed, the passion and emotions that ran through his body were too much to stop or to handle. She was frightened at first until he showed how to transform and become one with her true self. She had an animal within that had been hiding inside and begged to be let out.
He took advantage of that and made her bend over on all fours bringing her back to her instinctual primal level. The howl that escapes her mouth as he pounds her into obedience is more animal than human. Her face smashes against the pillow and her hands grip the sheets trying to hold on and anchor herself.
When he was done, he would watch her hands lose that human and feminine look. They would become the hands of a beast willing to let go and claim her sexuality. Her legs no longer smooth and silky but layered with the hairs of her beast.
He was content knowing he had the power to do this to her. To make her dependent on him.
She wanted to fight. The passion was still there, yet it was useless.
She was too hungry to fight…