Flirting With Monsters Novels & Stories

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.

"Move!" A voice rang out, jolting Julien from his reverie. With a final push, he found himself propelled into action, his feet carrying him swiftly towards the noble district. As he fled, he couldn't resist the urge to glance back, and what he saw chilled him to the bone. The monsters had already begun their descent from the city walls, their long, human-like limbs carrying them with unnatural speed. It was then that Julien truly saw the horror of their appearance. Their elongated necks, smooth hairless skin, and claws that stretched nearly a foot in length were the stuff of nightmares. These creatures were the embodiment of pure terror, a manifestation of the darkest corners of the human ps

I whisper. “Then I’ll show you what a liar you are.” He thrusts forward, filling me, stretching me, making me ache and moan. “That’s right. Moan for me.” He grunts each time he slides into me, his grip on my thighs bruising. “Tell me how good it feels.” I shake my head, even as the words are right on the tip of my tongue. “You’re a monster,” I cry out instead. He chuckles darkly. “Your monster though, bitch. Your monster.”

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

"Now I can see why your only motivation of going to a haunted house is to cop a feel." "Probably doesn't help that I'm a real monster too." He gave me a playful smile. "But I'll take copping a feel any day. Especially if they're yours." As he said it, I already began imagining it in vivid details—his palms crushed against my breasts, his thumbs tracing my areola, his teeth softly nibbling on my nipples. Damn, was it wrong to be more turned on by than scared of monsters? Especially when they had monster-sized cocks? And thick, capable monster fingers?

His gaze locked onto mine, the hunger in his eyes so thick it felt tangible. He lifted the hem of my dress and slid his palm against my thigh, moving slowly, deliberately upward. Every instinct in me screamed danger. I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him. But Liam was stronger—unyielding in his advance until I shouted, “Liam Reid!” A sharp tremor shot through me, setting every nerve on edge. The words left my lips before I could think. And just like that, he stopped. Without hesitation, Liam withdrew his hand. Stunned, I looked up only to catch the fleeting trace of amusement in his eyes.

she growled, glaring at her with her blank eyes. “I could say the same for you.” Lillian glared back, the sky growling. “You are nobody,” she said mockingly. Lillian glared at her. Those were the words she once told her, and like the foolish person she was, she agreed, but not this time. The ground shook as she brought rocks from the ground, throwing them at her. Some Alma blocked, some hit her square in the face, and suddenly it was a survival of the fittest as they were exchanging fireballs and rocks, and Lillian was winning as a lot of rocks were hitting her in every part of her body. Then suddenly she growled, breaking free. The ground shook again as monsters rose. It was a different typ

He was bending down in front of me, his face only inches away from my own. “One tear, one lash” I yelled back, trying my best to keep my voice sounding strong. Even though all I wanted was to cry. “Again!” he roared, his hot breath bashed against my face as he screamed, “One tear, one lash” I screamed back loudly. “What are you?” he demanded, “A monster” “What are you?” “A monster!” “And what do monsters not do?” “Monsters don’t cry” I yelled as loud as I could. “And why don’t monsters cry? Tell me beast, what’s the rule?”