Gone with the Monster: Monsters in Hollywood, Book 3 Page 5

  “Gack. It’s like a baseball bat.” Margo said as his cock swung above her.

  “It most definitely would not fit inside you,” he agreed.

  “This conversation is ridiculous.”

  “You find my cock ridiculous?”

  Runako shifted the claw against her sex, rotating it so that the curved inner surface cupped her sex. The tip of his claw slid between the globes of her ass, parting them.

  “Ahhhh. That’s not what I said.”

  “What if I want to have you like this,” he shifted his claw, wiggling it side to side. Margo licked her lower lip and arched her back. “There’s nothing you could do to stop me from doing anything I want with you. To you. Any way I want.”

  Margo looked up at him, really looked at him, not slightly above his head as she had been doing. “You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever dirty, naughty thing you want.”

  He liked this woman.

  “That’s right.”

  Runako kept his finger in place at her sex, then leaned over her, planting his other hand by her shoulder, his claws tangling in her hair. He loomed above her, casting her in shadow. He waited until her breath slowed before he unfurled his wings with a snap.

  Margo screamed as they flared behind him, midnight blue in the firelight. Runako lowered his head, as if he would kiss her, but at the last moment veered to her breast and licked it.

  “Rough, rough tongue!” Margo exclaimed. Runako licked her other breast.

  Her hands fluttered to rest on his shoulders, her fingers curled back slightly, but as he continued his attention to her breasts, her fingers relaxed.

  Her eyes were closed he noted, and her lips occasionally twitched, as if she wanted to say something. Remembering the way she’d reacted to his words, he decided dirty talk—a concept much explained by human porn—was in order.

  “There’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re mine. I’ll do whatever I want with you. Touch you however I want.”

  “Yes, oh yes,” she moaned, eyes opening.

  “You can beg and plead if you want. I might like that, to hear you begging for your freedom while I play with you. But I won’t let you go. I’ll keep you, for as long as I want you.”

  “Why? Why me?”

  “Because you are so very beautiful. And you are fierce.”

  “Then why do you want me submissive?”

  “Why do you ask so many questions?”

  “Please,” she said, running her hands tentatively up his neck. “I want to understand.”

  “The submission of a woman who is fierce and proud is more potent, more desirable, than the submission of a meek woman. To posses a fierce woman is the greatest pleasure.”

  “Why do I feel so beautiful with you?” she asked, but the next moment she was pulling herself up, lifting her face to his. She kissed him, kissed the Monster who was so terribly foreign to her.

  Runako held still, letting her explore. Her lips were soft, her kisses tentative. She felt small. He could hurt her, break her, if he wanted. But he didn’t want to. There were many things he wanted to do to this unexpected woman, but hurting her was not one of them.

  With a sigh Margo lowered herself down to the stone, then, with her eyes on his, she raised her arms above her head, offering herself to him.

  Runako lowered his head to her breast once more and lapped her pebbled nipple with his long rough tongue. Her flesh was salty with sweat and arousal. He wanted to bite her, to feel her flesh beneath his teeth, but did not think it would be wise.

  He needed to taste her.

  “Turn over, ass up,” he demanded, pulling his claw from between the lips of her sex.

  Margo obeyed, her breathing loud and harsh. Her large breasts swung beneath her as she positioned herself on hands and knees. He watched her nipples scrape against the cold stone and his cock twitched.

  Runako squatted beside the stone table, bringing his head level with her sex. Wrapping a claw tipped hand carefully around each of her legs he spread them, spread her legs wide enough apart that the swollen petals of her sex parted, showing him the wet, pink interior.

  He kneaded her thighs, loving the smooth flesh he found there. Remembering her reaction to his earlier comments he decided not to mention this.

  Leaning close to her sex he took a deep breath, letting her scent fill him. She was woman and rich, female, but different from other female creatures he’d been with. In his true form his sense of smell was more acute, and to smell her this way was intimate, more so than she could know. He knew her body, knew the essence of her, and all her words and actions could not change what he now knew.

  He leaned forward, the tip of his cock brushing the side of the stone. It was almost enough to make him come, so aroused was he by the smell of Margo. Leaning closer, the underside of his cock scrapping the stone, Runako licked the back of her thigh.

  “Oh, oh yes,” Margo whispered. She leaned back, pressing her sex towards his face. With a smile that would have had her running for the hills, Runako leaned away, denying her.

  Margo cussed in Spanish, or English words he didn’t know yet. Either way her displeasure was clear.

  He licked the back of her other thigh, tightening the hold he had on her thighs so she couldn’t move. He licked every bit of her he could reach, everywhere but her sex. The insides of her thighs were ticklish, her hips soft, her lower back salty. The best reaction was when he swiped his tongue between the globes of her ass. Margo froze.

  Runako sat back and considered her for a moment. He licked her hip and she moaned in pleasure, then he licked her ass again. She squirmed.

  With a growl of pleasure he concentrated on her ass, swiping the soft skin with his rough tongue, concentrating on the puckered entrance to her ass.

  “Oh, oh, oh. You should stop. This is, this is fucked up. I, ah…why does this feel so good? You shouldn’t do this. This is dirty. Really dirty and wrong. This is…oh, OH. What was I saying?”

  Runako bumped his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock on the stone, listening to her delightful chatter. The way she said dirty made him want to do even dirtier things to her. Things he’d learned from creatures even more foreign to her than he was. He wondered if she knew that the males of his race had been know to have sex with succubae and kitsune—females of great power and no inhibitions.

  Releasing her right thigh Runako began grinding the claw of his shortest finger against the stone, blunting the sharp tip.

  Margo lurched in fear at the metallic grating sound, but he held her in place, continuing to lick her ass, and soon she was back to moaning and twitching.

  With his tongue still playing over her ass Runako stroked the inside of her thigh with his newly blunted claw. He stroke and licked in a steady rhythm. Margo’s hips were bucking, her empty, spread-wide sex bright pink with arousal in the nest of dark pubic hair.

  Runako leaned back for a moment, admiring the beauty of her sex and then, slowly so as not to hurt her, slid his claw into her sex.

  “Wha—what is that?” Margo stammered.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “It’s hard, and cold. Oh, oh no. Wait. Yes, yes, right there.”

  Runako watched his golden claw disappear into the pink folds of her sex, watched pearl drops of her body’s arousal seep from around his claw as her muscles clenched. He didn’t dare fuck her with his claw, but he had an idea of how he could make her come.

  With her sex full, Runako leaned forward once more and licked her ass. He lapped at her, shortening the strokes until he was lapping her anus, then, tightening the grip on her thigh, he pressed his tongue into her.

  “Necesito sentirte. Now. Now. This is so wrong. Please, more, please. I want to come.”

  Her words were accompanied by thrashing. Runako tightened his grip on her thigh, trying to hold her still so as not to accidentally push his claw too deep, but she was strong, surprisingly so, as she thrashed and begged.

  His cock was throbbing with the need to be
inside her. For a wild moment, as Margo begged and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air, he considered rising and forcing his cock deep within her. He was wildly aroused by her, so in need of her touch, that he almost did it, and damn the consequences.

  But there was something deeper than instinct, more real than desire, that halted him. He wanted to protect her, always, from all things.

  Instead, with a roar of frustration that shook the basin of oil, causing the firelight to flicker, Runako pulled his claw from her sex, and thrust it into her ass in one hard stroke. Margo squealed, then screamed as he thrust his tongue into her sex.

  They moaned in unison.

  With his tongue deep within her and his claw stretching the tight ring of her ass, Runako pressed his lower lip against her sex, against her clit, and rubbed.

  Margo came with a scream. Her strength again surprised him as she bucked, nearly pulling free of his grip. Her sex contracted around his tongue, her taste filling his mouth.

  Unable to hold on any longer Runako pulled free. He grabbed Margo and flipped her over onto her back. Her legs parted, her sex open and inviting.

  Runako thrust.

  But not into her sex. He slid his cock along her belly, then squeezed her legs together so they pressed around the base of his cock. Margo’s eyes widened, but then, much to his surprise, Margo grabbed his cock, squeezed and rubbed.

  Runako leaned over her, his arms at her shoulders as he pumped his cock between her thighs and into her hands. His wings shifted as he thrust, casting her flushed face in shadow as he pressed in, then revealing her to the firelight as he pulled back.

  It was watching her face in the flickering firelight that brought him to orgasm. The feel of her, all the stimulation that had come before, contributed, but it was her beautiful face that pushed him over the edge.

  In the changing light her eyes were dark pools, her cheekbones sharp, her lips flushed red. Her hair was a dark cloud around her head, and appeared soft and smooth as smoke. She looked up at him, and there was something in her gaze that told him she was not imagining his human body, as he’d feared, nor was she examining Runako the Monster, as she had been before.

  She was looking at him, at the truth of him, knowing him.

  With a roar and a flap of his wings that put out the fire, Runako came.

  He collapsed onto his elbows, not wanting to hurt her. In the cold darkness of the unlit cave, Margo put her hands on him, her touch sure. She stroked his cheek, his lips.

  With a sigh Runako lowered his head to her breasts. Something swelled in his chest, an emotion he could not name, but which caused tears to prick the corners of his eyes.

  And for the first time the mighty Monster Runako was afraid.

  Chapter Nine

  “I have to pee.”

  “Again?”

  “What do you mean again? I have to pee. And I’m thirsty.”

  Runako smiled against her breast and lifted himself off her. He’d kept most of his body weight on his arms, but his chest felt cold when he was no longer pressed against her.

  He lifted her off the stone, prepared to carry her to the bathroom, but she pushed his hands away. Her shoulders were hunched, her face slightly turned away. The bit of her face he could see was bright red.

  Runako let her push his hands away, and when she walked to the tunnel that connected the caves, he let her go.

  He could read her body language, which said “Back off.” If she’d had fur it would have bristled.

  Runako pulled on the spell and transformed himself back into a human. Had he done something wrong? Most likely. Mistakes were to be expected. He was not as conversant with humans as Luke, Michael and Henry. Perhaps the ass play was too much, though there had been plenty of it in human porn.

  Perhaps she was just frightened by being so intimate with him. After all he’d put his claw in both her pussy and…

  Had he hurt her? Is that why she’d run from him?

  The sudden burst of horror he felt stuttered the final stages of his transformation. Runako struggled to get himself under control so he could finish. He staggered when he felt the last of his true form melt away. His human knees wobbled, and for a moment he forgot how to walk in this body.

  In the next breath he had himself under control and sprinted across the cave.

  “Margo, Margo!”

  With a mighty heave he smashed through the bathroom door, taking the whole thing off the hinges. “How severe is your injury?”

  Margo, standing at the sink, screamed and threw the bottle of hand soap at him. Runako dropped to his knees and grabbed her legs, forced her legs apart so he could get a good look.

  “Debes estar debajo para el sexo oral.” Margo clocked him on the side of the head, but Runako ignored the blow.

  She was not bleeding. He pressed his shoulder into her thigh to keep her legs apart and stroked two fingers between the lips of her sex.

  “Runako! What are you doing?”

  “I must repair you.”

  “Repair me? Huh?”

  “I…I hurt you.” Runako’s voice broke on the last word and he had to duck his head and take several deep breaths.

  “Oh, baby, you didn’t hurt me,” Margo said, voice smooth and soft. She eased out of his grip and dropped to her knees to face him. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “Something was wrong, when you left.”

  “Ha. You do have psychic powers.”

  “Uh, no. But you speak with your body.” He motioned vaguely with his hands. His heartbeat slowed as the realization that she was not hurt sunk it.

  “That body language wasn’t ‘you broke my vagina’ that was ‘you tongue fucked my ass and I’m embarrassed’.”

  “You liked it, you orgasmed.”

  “Yeah, well I also like butter but…okay actually I have no idea where that analogy is going.”

  Her cheeks were tinged scarlet, and he remembered how her face had looked in the flickering firelight. Runako cupped her neck and brought her face to his. Sure he’d come, fucking himself along her belly, but his cock was hardening once more. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her to satiate himself.

  “Ohhhh no, Casanova. The vagina is officially off limits.”

  “But you’re my prisoner.”

  “It’s my vagina.”

  Runako glowered at her. Margo kissed his forehead and then got to her feet and left the bathroom, stepping delicately over the door shards.

  Pouting slightly, his cock deflating, Runako followed her.

  Margo threw herself down on the couch, relishing the plush comfort. “Oh upholstery, how I’ve missed you.”

  Runako came sulking behind her. His lower lip was actually sticking out. Margo grabbed a chenille throw that was draped over the couch back and pulled it over herself. There was a time and place for naked, but not when one was thirty pounds overweight.

  Oddly, she hadn’t really thought about her weight in the past few hours. Usually in the height of sex Margo was able to imagine that she was some svelte snow-bunny making love like a sleek predator, rather than a chubby Hispanic girl flopping around like a landed whale, but the minute the orgasm high faded she was uncomfortable and disoriented, torn between residual pleasure and embarrassment.

  But with Runako there were so many other things going on she hadn’t had time to resort to her well-worn self-hatred.

  How could she not be distracted after he’d licked her…

  Margo’s mind went skittering away from that. Not ready to deal with it yet.

  Runako planted his naked self in front of the couch.

  “I did not say you could come in here.”

  “I didn’t ask your permission.” Margo started rooting around in the couch cushions. Any couch worth the name would have a TV control in it somewhere. A living room in middle America, a Monster’s cave or the moon—it didn’t matter, all couches had TV controls in their cushions.

  “You’re my prisoner.”

  “I sure am big guy.
Do you have satellite?” she asked, stretching to get her fingers around a hard rectangular object.

  Runako sighed. He slid his hand between her side and the couch and pulled out the remote. He then lifted her legs, sat and placed her legs on his lap.

  “No, just DVDs and box sets.”

  “Sweet, though I’ve probably seen them all. What’s in there now?”

  “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.”

  Margo gaped at him, then broke into laughter. “Why were you watching that?”

  “Trying to understand human women.”

  “How’s that working out for you?”

  Runako tilted his head back, rested it on the couch, and considered her. “Perhaps I should watch another film.”

  Margo grinned and snuggled deeper into the couch. “What other movies do you have?”

  Runako lifted her legs out of the way and got up. He walked to the TV cabinet and dropped to one knee, treating Margo to a very fine view of his ass.

  “What would you like to watch?” he asked, rummaging through the DVDs.

  “What haven’t you seen yet?”

  “I like the look of this one,” he said, holding up Reservoir Dogs.

  Watching a bunch of guys shoot the crap out of each other wasn’t likely to inspire sex, and in spite of the cute view of his ass, she needed a break. “That’s a classic, let’s watch it.”

  He changed the DVD with admirable skill. Right now he looked, for all the world, like any normal, well hotter than normal, guy.

  He settled back into place on the couch. He slid his hand under the blanket along her thigh. Margo tensed, expecting him to go for a feel. She’d known guys who wanted to have their hands all over her boobs or sex when they were sitting around. Margo didn’t like it. They were her boobs, not knickknacks to be played with. But Runako didn’t venture an intimate touch, instead he cupped her hip, fingers spread. His hand was warm. Margo relaxed and slid her legs across his lap.

  Runako got the TV turned on then stared at the remote for a moment. She reached for it but he leaned to the side, keeping it out of her reach, muttering that he could do it. Hiding her smile Margo dropped her arm as he slowly mastered the control.