Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny. The monster is standing tall, refusing to fall down. It's so huge and hard like a rock. I slowly started moving my palm through it, stroking it gently. A soft moan escaped my lips as I rub the monster in a swift motion. At last, the white discharge flipped through the tiny opening at the top of the monster, I breathed heavily and threw my head backwards.

“At least I’m feeling better, but someone here is feeling monstrous.” “I don't mind being monstrous.” Silence, then I felt his breath at my nape. “If that's what you love about me. If being monstrous is what arouses you, causes you to be wet and your nipples hard, then I don't mind being that,” he bites lightly on my ears. “You never told me that horny and flirty were among the other of yours,” I said. “Since you think you could pull a game of subtlety, then I don't mind being your guest.” Something clanged like metal.

Thalia snapped, sword already gleaming in the lantern light. Nyra nocked an arrow, her eyes narrowed, calculating. “We’ll never hold them all off if they surround us.” Elias’ jaw set. “We don’t. We cut through and get out.” Simple. Brutal. The only chance we had. The first monster lunged, bursting through a bookcase with a screech that rattled the glass in the windows. Its face was a grotesque smear of features—mouth too wide, teeth crooked like shards of glass, eyes empty hollows rimmed with gold.

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.

"You're a hothead, Nicodra, and a fool." "Untrustworthy," he spits, "unstable... dangerous." "That may be so, but you're the one on your way out," I seethe and plunge the blade into his chest. He yells and coughs until blood spurts from his mouth and trails down his jaw. "It was your mistake-believing you were strong enough." He fights to make words, but the blood clogs his throat. "You're right. We are monsters, but not because we shift into ones, not because the wolf lives inside all of us. What you fear... it's the human."

“You think you scare me?” Carlo stood slowly, walking over to the window, looking out over the city. “You should be scared. I’m not the same man you knew before” “Yeah?” Marcus sneered. “From boss to babysitter.” “You made a mistake touching her,” Carlo said. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it. And now I’m coming for you.” “Big words,” Marcus replied, but his tone wasn’t as cocky anymore.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Jumping to his feet, the monster literally flew across the bedroom before diving upon the startled queen. Angie had expected some sort of reaction but maybe not this swift and violent. Before she even knew what was happening, the monster pinned her arms down on the bed and had his face buried between her tits. The next few minutes passed in a wild blur of disjoined action. He slurped outrageously on her tits, his mouth flying from one large mound to the other, as she let out a series of ever increasingly loud moans. Angie never had a man lose control over her tits, such as this tickle monster had, and it absolutely thrilled her. She wanted more; needed more. Without realizing what she was do

He was like a predator prowling through unfamiliar territory. As we passed, the whispers in the hall swelled, like someone had turned up the volume. "Look at him. Does he look like he's here for an engagement party? He looks more like he's here for an assassination." Cassiano didn't so much as bat an eye, but I felt his hand tighten around mine. I turned my head, gave him a small smile, and said in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Ignore them." He lowered his gaze to me, and the faint light deep in his eyes flickered. "Okay."

All I wanted was to take his length into my mouth, all I could think of was to Tame his Big raging monster I crawled a bit closer and knelt erect so my face could be at the same level as his cock. I averted my gaze from his dark hues and trailed it to his drooling lips I swallowed subconsciously and then trailed my face to his hardened shaft that was pointed straight to my face. his precum was dripping out of his...his monstrous Dick..that even in my daze, I still flinched t the sight of it up close.