Page 6 of Venom Within Her

Her split-dyed curls were pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. The blonde side was closest to me, contrasting her deep, tan skin beautifully. I smiled when I spotted her earlobes, almost as big as mine, with large, gold tunnels stretched inside. She was covered in black tattoos, just like I was. I wondered how good we would look next to each other, like she was made for me.

She took a sip of her tea, quickly pulling it away as it spilled over her chest. She jumped out of bed, cursing as she spilled more on the floor. I felt a low growl in my chest as I drank in the rest of her body. She was curvy, thick, and looked soft. My mouth watered as I thought of sinking my teeth into her generous thighs.

As she reached to remove her wet clothes, I averted my eyes. I wanted the first time I saw her naked to be with her full, begging consent. I wanted to undress her myself. Slowly and intentIlonally. When I saw those beautiful breasts and dripping cunt, I wanted it all to be for me. And I wanted her to know it.

Possession had settled deep in my gut. I knew from that moment on, everything I did, every thought I had, every move I made would be because of her. The light at the end of my tunnel of loneliness was closer than it had ever been. I had touched my living, breathing forever with my own flesh and there was no turning back.

I returned almost every night after that. I kept expecting to run into her at the skatepark, but as a week and a half came and passed, she never showed. It was a huge possibility that I’d scared her off. I didn’t mean to be cold and dismissive, but around her, I couldn’t think.

After staying outside of her window one night and into the morning, I woke up to the most beautiful sight. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head fell back on her pillow, as her mouth hung open. The movement under her blanket told me exactly what she was doing. I only wished I could see what her fingers were working on.

I didn’t mean to stay and watch, but it was like she was putting on a show for me.

Her moans were muffled through the wall, but it was enough to make me ache. I shifted back into my human form, positioning myself on a strong branch, covered by the leaves just enough to be concealed. My hands wandered into my boxers and brushed over my throbbing clit.

It should’ve felt wrong. I should’ve stopped. But when my name left her lips with a breathy whimper, I knew it was me she was imagining, and I couldn’t stop myself.

We came together and the moment she came down, her eyes shot to the window. I quickly shifted. Although I was much bigger than the average scorpion, the dark hue of my body blended in with the trees well enough. I knew she couldn’t see me, but she could definitely feel me.

As she settled back onto the sheets with a gentle sigh, I realized that if I wanted this sweet, beautiful girl to be mine, I’d have to make the first move.

4

Ilona

Darkness closed in around me. The only source of light was coming from the moon through my window. It allowed me to see the outline of my naked body draped over the dark, silk sheets. I tried to inhale a deep breath, but was met with a sharp, stabbing pain clawing at my throat. My hands shot to my mouth, only they didn’t. My brain screamed at my arms to move, but they lay motionless at my side.

What felt like tiny legs wriggled inside me, climbing their way up my esophagus and onto my tongue. A scream got caught behind the sharp mass. My skin broke out in a cold sweat as I gagged, helplessly praying for my body to move. With a final cough, the clawing stopped, and a solid, wet mass flopped onto my exposed chest. I strained my eyes to see the creature crawling over my pebbled skin. It was black, shining in the moonlight with a curling, pointed tail. My hands finally moved, reaching for the creature when an excruciating pinch pressed into my neck.

I woke up soaked and panting. I jolted upright, my hands clutching at my chest and the stinging sensation on my neck. My head whipped around, throwing the blankets off to check for any crawling creatures. There was nothing.

My body relaxed again, melting back into the mattress as a strange feeling washed over me. I didn’t understand why, but the need to make myself come was too strong to resist, and Larz’s face emerged and stuck in my mind.

Since I met her, the pull in my chest hadn’t stopped. It would weaken every now and then, but it never fully went away. My hand still tingled where she’d held it. It was completely irratIlonal. I didn’t even know her. I barely spoke two words to her. But I missed her.

I missed her in a way a body missed a lost limb, but my anxiety wouldn’t let me seek her out again. I had made a complete fool of myself at the skatepark, and she seemed very uninterested. Her cold, dark eyes flashed through my mind, sending ghostly shivers down my spine. How creepy would it look if I showed up every day just to watch her? Especially after almost being decapitated by a flying skateboard.

So I resisted the urge. It almost felt wrong, like I was denying a primal urge to fill a space where only she belonged. For the last few weeks, if I wasn’t at work, I stayed inside, binge-reading my favorite series, declining all of Bev’s invitations to go out and unpacking. I had barely made a dent in the boxes, but I was getting somewhere.

Shudders of pleasure prickled through my body as I let my fingers travel between my legs and brushed across my aching clit. Swollen, tattooed biceps filled my mind's eye with vein-covered hands wrapping around my throat. Haunting, black eyes stared into mine, commanding all of my attention.

My moans came out in ragged breaths as I tried to hold myself back. I rubbed slow, intentIlonal circles, trying to savor every bit of her imagined touch.

My climax built quickly in my belly, too quickly. In an attempt to lengthen the bliss I was feeling, I pushed two fingers inside of me, shocked at the soaking wet sounds my movements made. I had never been this wet or so quick to climax.

Holding myself back was no longer a thought in my mind as I stretched a third finger inside. I could hear Larz in my brain, whispering praises about how good I was doing for her.

It was insane. I’d only spent about two minutes in her presence, and my body responded to the thought of her like she was the only one who had ever touched me.

“Yes, Larz! Yes!” Her name spilled from my lips in a series of choked screams and muffled moans as I threw a pillow over my face.

The release was so intense I thought I’d pass out. For at least a minute, I rode the most blissful train of pleasure I’d ever known. Every cell of my body sang in unison, squeezing, burning, crashing and lighting up again until I finally slumped back into the mattress.

I lay panting and breathless. The image of Larz in my mind vanished with the last phantom clench of my pussy. I found myself grasping for any piece of her, only to be left with the black void behind my eyelids.

As my breathing slowly returned to normal, the pull in my chest twitched and tugged, and I realized that I wouldn’t be able to forget her. Whatever she was doing to me, I wanted it.

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