Page 31 of Below the Shadow of the City

He pushes in, only part way and I gasp at the sensation. This is hardly the beginning and…holy shit.

“Are you sure you can take all of me?” he asks, maintaining his sultry tone, but I sense the apprehension.

“Yes,” I answer, what I’ve experienced thus far is a lot, but not overwhelming.

Pressure builds, and it’s almost uncomfortable, but right when I’m nearly at the brink, he adjusts and it turns into immense bliss. My body works itself around him, knowing exactly how to react to him in something that feels nothing short of magical.

“Fuck, Sigrid, you take me so well,” he groans. He says my name like it’s a pet name and I whine like a pathetic puppy as he sinks himself into me again. My hands grip his shoulders and my own blunt nails dig into his fur.

“You’re so good. So perfect.” He bites his lip.

We move in sync now. My hips grind deeper into him, I want to take every last inch of him inside me. With a bucking of his hips, he bares his teeth and lets out a primal grunt as his knot teases my entrance. I gasp with a quick inhale when it does, it feels foreign. And so, so right.

With shuddering breaths, my thighs tremble around him. My bare skin is brushed by his fur across every inch of my body and the sensation is maddening.

I begin to moan his name, but my lips get stuck in the “M,” trilling out in a hum like a bumblebee. He huffs a hot breath through his nostrils, and his right palm covers my breast. His fingers are seeking the taut skin of my nipple, and when they find it, his coarse thumb runs over it.

The pressure from the swollen bulge at the base of his cock is sending my mind into a completely different plane of existence. His entire length slides out and continues to swell at the base, and when he thrusts back inside it stretches me even further.

“Are you sure you can take my knot?” He groans out. I don’t know, can I?

“Yes,” I answer before rational thought catches up with me. His chest vibrates with a roar and I practically come apart right there.

I let out a soft cry and his hips rut deeper into mine. His fingertips move off of my breast to work around my clit, circling it hastily. I look up at him and he’s baring his teeth again with a wildness in his sapphire eyes.

I swear I feel every inch of him inside of me, reaching into the depths of my center, threatening to touch the pieces of me no one else has.

My eyes tear involuntarily, like the immense pleasure is becoming almost too much to bear. I weep and whimper and grasp at his fur listlessly, my body is dissolving into a puddle of Jell-O.

“Fuck, Sigrid,” he whimpers, and it’s the sexiest sound he, or anyone, has uttered.

He growls in thick release, and I feel the knot swell. I sense him coming inside of me, like our bodies are truly joined together as one. He slumps and shakes from an aftershock and takes short breaths that sound like laughing.

“What?” I breathily ask. Stars are fading from my vision and I’m beginning to remember where I am and who I’m with. I’m currently locked to a monster’s dick. For god knows how long. What the fuck did I just experience?

Oddly, I don’t feel the panic that I likely should be feeling in such a state. His body wrapped around mine like this brings about a security that is entirely unfamiliar. Especially for a one night stand. With a beast.

“That was so fucking…nice,” he chortles, breaking the breathy silence. Definitely not a typical monster by any means. Whatever animal came out while we were having sex has disappeared. Instead of growls and grunts he’s…giggling?

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “The sex was…nice?” More than nice, that was fucking unreal.

“I’ve forgotten any real words.” He tracks his hands down his face. “Give me a minute.” I don’t know what to make of him, and maybe I never will. But for now, I’m settling down from an incredible orgasm. Our breathing syncs as we coast down from the high together, my fingers fumble for his hand and he clasps it in mine.

“Wait,” he jerks up to look at me, “you’re okay, right?”

I blurt out a laugh. “You didn’t rip me in two.”

“It’ll take some time for this to come down enough to pull out of you, better get comfortable,” he chuckles after he gestures to his knot still inside me. I relax on the pillow beside him, feeling oddly content with my predicament for now.

Time seems to have lost any meaning now, it’s only been a minute or two since we finished, but I may as well have been here for a few hours. There’s still so much to process, and so many questions that I’ve stuffed away in a closet to evaluate later. Right now I’m absorbing this sickly sweet afterglow of whatever just transpired. I’m laying on my side in Maddox’s brick walled bedroom, a place that didn’t exist to me this morning, with him, who existed as only a phantom until now. We’re locked together in some sort of strange biological impossibility that has possibly ruined all other bodies for me.

I adjust myself and prop my head up on my elbow, he responds in kind and we’re staring at one another. Piece by piece, I take in each of his features. Every glance before had been merely passing, at first I’d averted my eyes at the sight of him, then I saw him with a primal lust. Now I was looking at him with a studious gaze.

His horns, black as obsidian, jut from the top of his skull, and when they catch the light right they reflect with a polished sheen. Below them sit floppy cat-like ears, which I notice now flick and twitch with curiosity when he listens. His eyes are the most human-like part of him. Mesmerizing as they’ve ever been, oceanic and practically glowing with brightness in contrast to the dark fur that covers the rest of him. When he smiles I notice a crookedness to his mouth, one fang extends a hair higher on his cheek than the other.

As I gaze longingly I realize there’s a beauty to him, he’s truly quite remarkable looking. Gloriously striking, in fact. In hindsight I wonder if my fear originated more from a place of surprise rather than true horror.

He sees my eyes narrow. “What?” He asks with playful interest.