Prey (Dark Monster Fantasy Book 1) Page 10

  She should be frightened, instead excitement held her in thrall.

  “Come.” He twitched the leash and she padded meekly after him as they walked to her monster. Her inner thighs slipped over each other, lubricated well by the excess from her pussy. Even that small movement stirred her, made her clit pop higher.

  For the first time it occurred to her to wonder if her leech, the thing inside her, might hurt her monster. Really, he hadn’t seemed hers before...and now she was a little afraid – not of him, but for him.

  Chapter 16

  Closer, closer, Ledderik brought her, until in the final ten paces he dropped back and let her find her way. She walked onward, on soft feet, feeling the chips of shattered stone under her bare soles. She wasn’t staying back from her stone beast, not now.

  “I cannot be too near,” said her cyborg handler. “He will want to fight me for you if I do. It will enrage him. And why am I bothering to explain... You aren’t comprehending.”

  Her beast quietened as she drew near, snuffling still, his nose to the bars. He was on all fours with his front jammed against the bars too.

  The chain became taut at neck, clinked, and halted her. Fascinated she stood before the transformed Zarblu, waiting to see what he would do.

  Long intermeshed teeth but little gem-stuck ears and claws of stone, and under him, where it was dark, lurked his member, dripping much as she dripped.

  A whine built in her throat.

  After one last ragged snuffle he opened his mouth and his tongue sought her. She shuffled closer, letting the collar almost strangle her, her hands beneath it to stop it cutting her neck.

  She stretched to touch him then went to her knees. The one who held her chain gave her slack and she crept forward, advancing her knees until his tongue, his long, polished-pink tongue sluiced across her, leaving a wet trail. Hard and slippery, yet hot, yet rough enough to scratch her. Again he licked across her breasts. He managed to shift the dress upward and sneak the very tip of that tongue to the apex of her legs, and she shuddered. The scratching only made her arousal worse. Her nipples stood up like rigid buttons.

  Tearing at the air to touch him, she shuddered again as he licked and kept on licking. Her breasts were slapped and sent jiggling, warmed and full from arousal. She spread her legs.

  “Slut. Good slut,” said the amused cyborg. She didn’t care for him, wished she could kill him with –

  The smallest shift of her knee let the tongue have her at precisely the right spot, to drag over her precious nub, and she was wrenched into a mini-orgasm, eyes shut, gasping, and her body jerk-jerking.

  The chain dragged her back. Gargling, with her hands on the collar, she went with the pull, mind more than a little blown.

  “Oh no. Not too much. We tease. Turn and let him smell your slutty bitch holes. Turn.”

  He pushed and led, slapped her lightly, pointed, until she stood and backed toward the bars and Zarblu. Though she tried to see, the first swipe of tongue had her eyes rolling upward. Hands still wrapped over the collar, she pushed her butt backward and let him delve elsewhere. The slobbering noises and smack and slide of tongue, sent whatever was left of her thought processes to an animalistic abyss.

  Grunting, panting, mewling for more, she strived to offer herself by waggling her ass. When she came again at the stroke of that tongue over her slit, more fluid gushed from her – enough that strands and streams dripped down her legs to her knees.

  “Gods,” huffed the cyborg. “I’d need to get my hand on my dick after this. If I had one. Fuck...fuck. Fuck!”

  Oh she wanted some fuck, yes. “More fuck. Please?” And she poked her butt backward harder. The monster growled and banged at the bars.

  She was allowed to lower herself and roll onto her side, twisting, presenting various parts of herself for the stone beast to ogle and lick, to sniff, and he chewed the bars as his eyes gleamed with a lust that must soon break over her. Surely, soon.

  He was hungry.

  Hungry to fuck.

  She watched him too, so terribly hungry herself. Desperate to feel him within. To fill her aching hollowness. His cock may not have grown much in length but it had thickened and stiffened, and where it touched floor, it made scraping sounds. Either sparks or embers shone in the basht dripping from its tip.

  She rolled and spread her legs, arched to show off her breasts, knowing his approval was there by the gem-encrusted drool stringing from his fanged mouth.

  Her whimpers as she flirted became louder, and he tried to thrust into her despite the obstacle. His beautiful cock pushed between the bars at just the right low height to fuck. The last licks had only brought her to such a peak that she’d curled up over her sexual core and rocked on herself with hands clasped between her legs, pressing on her clit and over-lubricated pussy.

  Then somehow she found more slack and squirmed too close.

  His cock...just...barely...pierced her.

  The head so massive and hard as it pressed on the circle of her cunt, it shocked her mute with astonishment.

  “Fuck! Girl, you can’t...”

  She was dragged away, crying out, her arm flailing toward him.

  “Damn. You have to be fastened down, girl, for that. It’s not safe.”

  Concern seemed to radiate from her beast. He butted at the bars and began to whine also.

  The cyborg grunted. “You must be ready. Any fucking readier and the floor will melt. Come.”

  More jerks and pressure on the leash and he led her away, to the table.

  “Climb up. Up. Lie on your stomach.”

  She obeyed, climbing onto the table, trembling, exhausted from the little climaxes and from the need for more.

  He shoved her flat, winding her. Beneath her squashed breasts, the table was cold.

  The violence the cyborg used to tie her down seemed greater than required, but she cared not. This need was destructive, wanton. A few guttural laughs punctuated his movements.

  “Never thought...” Chuckle. “I’d see you like this, warrior bitch.” He ripped tight two straps over the small of her back, another across the top of her ass. An ankle tie was pulled taut. Another restraint yanked inward and she gasped.

  His eyeball and face arrived before her. “You can scream when it hurts. And don’t beg me to let you loose. Won’t happen until after.”

  He walked away, toward the door, boots clunking.

  Legs spread as far as her muscles could take, immobilized, she waited. A piece of machinery whirred and she heard a sound that must be the bars being lifted or slid aside. Mila held her breath. The first thump made her jerk as it ran up through the table. It was as if his teeth already bit her.

  Each subsequent crunching footfall boomed like the thump of boulder on boulder.

  His breaths sawed the air, made it pungent with Zarblu odor, a moist, fecund smell that sent her wriggling her ass and straining to present herself for his cock to find, and she was already spread-eagled and angled ass up. Her slit liquids pooled under her.

  Closer, closer, she felt his exhalations, heard the grind as his hips or legs met the table’s edge.

  Zarblu’s scent rammed in, the aggressive scent of sex-to-be. She squirmed again in the bonds. Excruciating to be tied down. All she could imagine was that cock reaming her, him fucking her.

  The back of her dress was torn apart.

  His claws slammed onto the table, grasping the edges to either side of her head. The blunt and enormous tip of his cock probed at her, found her hole and pushed.

  She found words this time, somewhat incoherent ones. And she screamed. It hurt so good. Relentless and good and painful as he pushed something into her so large every part of her pussy seemed filled as well as it ever could be. He paused and, as she ceased to arch, her forehead bumped the table before her. He pulsed inside her, yet ungiving. Stone didn’t give. Her toes curled and she began to try to push back onto him.

  At this he grunted and forged forward again, deeper, farther.

/>   How far, how far could he, must he go?

  She clutched and clawed at the table with hands made iron by determination and was surprised to feel the bonds snap. Free, she hunched herself onto her arms, pushing up, tried to turn in his hold so she could wrap her legs about him, for the bonds about her legs had torn loose also.

  With an immense roar, Zarblu slapped her back to the table and onto her belly, holding her wrists down with his clawed hands, trapping her with his weight. Though her bones throbbed, she still struggled. Futile struggles. Mila sobbed and was rewarded with a bite across her spine and shoulder, then the rasp of his tongue.

  He resumed fucking her. Only this time she truly knew every move and action was his and he would make it so, regardless of her attempts to control this. He turned her face to the table, leaned into her.

  Her moans and choked gasps were muffled by the stone of the table her mouth was forced upon. If there was blood from her lip, she tasted it and loved it.

  The violence he used propelled sensations higher. The thrill of this.

  Spluttering drool, she orgasmed when he was perhaps at half depth and barely thrusting in and out, and from then on her body fell away in resistance and she spasmed and bucked constantly, keening and babbling, her muscles bearing down on him, her spine bending against his weight, her mouth so open her lips felt as though they’d split.

  When he reached full depth and began to thrust in and out, withdrawing, grunting, grinding himself into her, fucking her with his stone cock, her body took it without protest. Lust overrode every possible bodily limit.

  Growling beside her ear, with his teeth fastened onto her neck, his orgasm poured enough cum into her that what spurted from and around the tight seal between cock and her entrance wet half the table under her.

  She moaned as he climbed onto the table, still inserted in her, rocking her body exquisitely, triggering after-shock climaxes that flung what was left of her mind into infinity.

  Her last sight, the gouges she’d torn in the table when she’d tried to free herself.

  The last sounds were his as he purred and cooed over the exhausted, orgasm-saturated body of his sacrifice.

  The last words were his also. “I told you I would keep you safe, little Mila.”

  Her eyes rolled upward and she sighed.

  She sank into sleep and something stirred inside her. Black tendrils grew and heaved. Something that should not be.

  Chapter 17

  He carried Mila up the stairs and lifts to the aerie at the top of the fortress. His nest sat atop a tower he’d had constructed several thousand years ago when first his pangs of missing something had begun to grow. Once it had been little more than raw stone with straw and padding to cater for the fleshborn. The library and the zoo had come hundreds of years after that. Time ran slowly for stoneshifters. Very slow.

  There were sayings.

  Ask a stoneshifter for something, tell your grandchildren to wait for the answer.

  A mountain will rise before a stoneshifter.

  He was a little different however. His brothers often didn’t understand what moved and puzzled him.

  Information and feelings had sifted into his stoneflesh and made changes. He saw things. Wanted things. Needed more.

  And this, her?

  He lumbered up the last step, sighted the aerie.

  Zarblu gathered her closer then lowered himself to sit on the soft, throne-like bed under the broad arched-roof shelter. She was still nude – he’d stripped off the remains of her dress so he could better feel her body, see her little female parts.

  Wondrous female parts. The contrast between her smoothness and his solidity and roughness...he ventured a sniff then a lick of her belly.

  Though she grumbled and moved when his tongue swept over her navel, she still slumbered. That was not unusual after the sacrifice mating. He placed her on the bedding and examined her as he pondered, turning her gently on the pillow-strewn bed, checking for bruises, tearing, and blood. Though there was a little blood at her entrance where he’d plowed her, it was nothing of consequence. Normal.

  Of all his mates, she’d suffered the least.

  Enjoyed it the most.

  He felt his eyes flare red as he remembered her cries of joy, her weeping as she writhed backward into him, as he fucked her to the utmost depths of her cunt. He stretched and rolled his new shoulders. His shape needed some refining. It was roughly done and still held some of the beast characteristics, such as the hornlike protrusions at his joints, and the gems that sparkled beneath the light blue moons of Dispora.

  He was a pretty monster at the moment, he supposed. Perhaps he would keep the gems.

  Mila might like that. She looked at peace. He stroked her face and she snuggled into his large hand, even as he curled his fingers about her jaw. With more pillows, he made a nest for her in his lap. She’d awaken soon and wish to leave. Now that made his heart feel heavy.

  Sadness.

  It was a feeling he’d become used to over the time he’d had the zoo. Not all the sick creatures he’d brought here survived the doctors’ treatments. The planets he returned them to were a part of his many hobbies. A pity he could not visit those planets except through second-hand drone footage.

  A great, great pity. Zarblu sighed. And there it was again, his somewhat unnatural longing for more.

  The purple wren was one of the cheekier survivors. It flitted about the fortress roofs and paid him visits for seed, but refused a safer home in the zoo.

  “What will I do if you wish to leave?” he asked the softly snoring Mila. He wanted to keep her a little longer. Then maybe a little longer after that. And a little after that.

  She added a brightness and excitement to life. Dispora was a well-worn shoe, if one with some dirty things stuck to the sole.

  By the time she wakened, the sun was peeking above the stuttered horizon of his city. Towers and skyscraping buildings rose to the sky, jutted into the blue. Aircraft zoomed or puttered across; some left violet trails that faded rapidly but imprinted a stark brightness on retinas, while other dilapidated vehicles left brown smears on the sky. His city, and he knew every single part of it almost down to the pebbles on the paths, because this had been his and his world for millennia.

  How did a stoneshifter ever see more?

  A very good question.

  “Hello,” Mila said softly, then she found his hand by her stomach and rested her own hand over his. “I’ve slept.”

  Not a question but he answered. “Yes, you have. Do you feel well?”

  Her hesitation made a frown settle on his brow.

  “I...feel extraordinarily well.” She met his gaze, fully. “Also odd. What I did... How I behaved –”

  He placed his finger over her lips. “Shhh. It was normal. Believe me, please. I would not have you doubt yourself. I know you enjoyed the...” He paused to consider words and found his mouth stretching into a smile. “Process.”

  Mila pushed herself into a sitting position, a shy smile showing on her too. “You mean the fucking? Wow. That was...just wow.” She shivered, staring into space for a moment. “I guess honesty is in order. Yes, I enjoyed it. You.” She reached up and tapped his chest. “Were true to your word. You kept me safe and I’m actually feeling grateful. I think? Yes, yes I am. And if that feeling is a result of chemicals, fuck, I don’t care.” She bent her head back to look into his eyes. “Thank you.”

  “Are you happy that I chose you and not your sister?”

  “Um.” Her blinking turned to confusion and redness swept her cheeks. “Chose. You did choose me.” Her fingers on one hand wrapped tightly about his thumb. “I am. Yes. Can we eat? I’m starving.”

  Mila was distracting him from discussing the mating but he would wait. Waiting was a stoneshifter’s default. “Of course.”

  With her breakfast brought by servants, he watched her eat, then let her rise and walk out on the long thoroughfare. It was held up by square-sectioned columns that ran down i
nto the depths of the building. Some females might be daunted by the drop to either side – not Mila. It made pride glow in his chest.

  The thoroughfare led from the aerie to another viewing place, which also sat on a multitude of stone stilts. There, he kept a deep pond and small forest of slim trees and deep green, broad-leaved plants. The purple, red, and green buttermoths of Dispora often visited, blown in by the winds. The little flocks of quad-winged creatures dotted the air about the pond with bright, moving colors.

  Isolated, and above the main roof of the fortress, it was both exposed and the perfect place to meditate upon the universe.

  Since she was naked, and so her ass was naked, walking along behind Mila was also perfection. The rock of her hips would enthrall him forever.

  He caught up to her once she stopped to lean on a steel balustrade, her breasts resting on the top of the steel and made fuller and bouncier looking. Zarblu contemplated her.

  It wasn’t too soon. Not for this female.

  “Come with me.” He took her wrist and pulled her to the pool and between his legs. She followed his prompts readily, standing before him with her pupils already dilating in what was a mating response. He sat in the pond on the wide step below the edge. Her cunt...he checked her there. It was swelling, already exuding wetness. His erection stood proud. Not as large as he had been but big enough to challenge her, to make her cry in ecstasy again.

  Her cunt reddened and swelled more, her liquid dripping and spilling over his cupped hand.

  “Now?” she asked, her breasts held high as if offering them to his mouth. Which she was. So many beautiful responses and he doubted she understood her reactions yet.

  “Now.”

  “Oh.” She pulled her lip into her mouth and sucked.

  “Here.”

  With hands to her hips he positioned her over his rampant member and pulled her down onto him. He sank in effortlessly, or so it felt to his grateful cock. Her messiness lubricated the glide, the tunneling in, and his thrusts as he made her slide up and down.