CHAPTER#41

"Fuck me." Oliver undid his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His legs were covered in the same fur, and his knees bent in the wrong direction. Stepping out of his pants, Beth's eyes widened at the cloven hooves on the end of his legs.

"I thought you'd never ask." Beth spread her legs apart, running her fingers across her swollen clit. She could feel the heat of her cunt through her fingers, practically steaming now from the fire within. Sucking Oliver's dick had been amazing, and the thought of fitting it inside her now consumed her. "How do you want me?"

"Like this." Oliver pushed her backward, her legs pointing at the sky. Grabbing onto her thighs, he used one hand to place the head of his cock against her pussy, rubbing the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles, teasing her soft lips.

"Oh, God, please," Beth moaned.

"Shh." Oliver leaned forward to place a finger against her lips. "That word is off limits here." He ran his fingers down her throat, squeezing one of her breasts through the fabric of her gown. "Aren't you worried it isn't going to fit? Aren't you scared? A little terrified?"

"Don't you fucking stop." Beth hunched forward, grabbing Oliver by the hips. His hair was coarse between her fingers, and she grabbed a handful of it on both sides. "Now are you a man or a monster?"

"Once I start, don't you dare think about quitting," Oliver warned. The red hue of his face was darkening, and his eyes narrowed to a pair of angry slits.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Beth pulled him into her. His cock forced her pussy wide, then slid in beyond the initial ridge. She felt him swelling up inside of her, his hot breath on her stomach. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him even farther, gasping as the next ridge stretched her wide. Grunting, she used her hands and her legs to pull him deeper still, moaning in delight when she passed the third ridge. Oliver grinned, his sharp teeth on display from ear to ear.

"You really are a freak, aren't you?" He asked. Beth nodded, rolling her hips in lazy circles, savoring the sensation of his thick ridges on the inner walls of her vagina. His dick flexed inside of her, coiling up like a snake and pushing against her G-spot. He was hot inside of her, the heat almost unbearable, but she couldn't stop thinking about the weird shape of his cock, the stiff hair between her fingers, and the large, glowing horns on his head.

Glowing? Beth stared in awe as Oliver's visage sharpened. He grabbed onto her hips, holding her in place as he pulled himself out of her by one ridge. Beth arched her back, clutching her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could as Oliver pushed his way forward, ever deeper into her. The air filled with his growl, a terrifying sound that made her think of a symphony of predators, each one lending a voice to the chorus.

His fingers clutched her even harder, his dark nails growing into sharp talons. Oliver pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His skin shifted, something beneath the surface fighting its way to the top.

Oliver opened his mouth, his long tongue unrolling, his teeth lengthening into sharp points. Sharp fingers clutched at her hips, and Oliver growled when he thrust into her again.

"Ow!" Beth felt a surge of pain followed by an immediate surge of lust. The pain was momentary, but the feel of his body pushing against hers was her panacea, her reason for living, for letting this being have its way with her.

Oliver pulled out again, this time yanking himself free to the second ridge.

"Ow, fuck!" Beth's stomach clenched, her pussy spasmed, and when Oliver thrust himself back in, she screamed, her hands grabbing at his forearms. Her first orgasm was a wave of fire, blasting itself across her body and down her legs. Bouncing off her feet, the fire met once more where she and Oliver were joined, and he thrust himself into her again, sending a second wave of pleasure up through her body.

He growled again, and Beth heard the sound of fabric tearing. Oliver's skin had split in several places, and his torso was expanding. His glowing horns grew larger, curving toward one another, his demon form coming to the surface. They locked eyes, and Beth immediately realized that most of the humanity was gone from those cruel, yellow eyes of his.

"Keep going," she begged him. "Keep going, keep going, for the love of... just, please."

Oliver growled, his whole body shifting once more. He stood taller now, and he was lifting her off the couch, holding her hips in the air. Her back was permanently arched, and he was thrusting himself deep inside of her, grunting loudly while he pounded her.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." Beth's eyes rolled up in her head, and her vision darkened. Putting her hands behind her, she grabbed a few cushions to raise her upper body so that she wasn't hanging upside down. Oliver's fingers now scratched at her skin, long, shallow furrows left behind on her thighs. He was breathing heavily above her, and she watched in awe as a pair of large, black wings unfurled behind him like a pair of giant sails. His face was now dark, soaking up the light of the little garden, his eyes blazing with inner fire. His skin was hot to the touch, and Beth could do little else but hold on, her fingers clutching at any part of him she could touch, his fur, his skin, his hands.

A sudden moment of inspiration came. Using her arms as leverage, Beth threw herself forward, her hands grabbing Oliver's horns. They were long and thick enough now that she was able to lift her upper body, causing her to sink down farther than ever onto the thick shaft of his expanding cock.