17. Monster

17

MONSTER

I crept through the darkness on the edge of the forest, watching her tower as I battled with myself.

I so desperately wanted her.

Nora was a toxin. Every dark, twisted instinct I possessed begged me to touch her, to fuck her. I’d never felt so drawn to another being in my entire existence.

Her darkness complimented my own.

Finally, I lost the battle. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. My mouth watered as I crossed the stones to her door. I reached for the knob and found that it was unlocked.

It opened with such ease.

She wants me. She wants this.

I slowly stepped inside and breathed in her scent. I scanned her home, noting the fire that had dimmed and the fresh bread on the table that she brought from the village. My vines held two oranges, and I took them to her table. My little offering.

My vines and darkness reached through the room, feeling the energy of her presence. I moved towards the stairs, going up them quietly, slowly.

I listened for any movement, but she was still.

I came through the doorway and stopped, taking her in as I had so many times before. She was asleep on her back tonight, the blankets already pulled down to her waist.

Nora.

Dark, depraved desires intertwined together as I stared at her. My cock started to fill, the need to breed her made my blood rush. She was intoxicating. I drifted to the edge of the bed and my vines crept up, tugging the blanket back until her body was exposed further.

A silk nightdress that clung to her figure. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, sound asleep. The vines continued, gently curling around her calves. I slowly and gently spread her legs.

Just a dream. Just a dream.

“Why do you hate monsters so much?” I whispered to the voice in my mind. “Is it your guilt? Is that why you have split us so?”

Need coursed through our veins. I breathed out, shuddering as I lowered myself, pressing my face against her blankets and breathing her in.

My hand slid down to my cock as the vines parted her thighs further. The scent of her cunt made me groan as I started to stroke myself. I was already so fucking hard, my body calling to hers.

Mine.

Was that his thought or my own?

Nora let out a soft breath, but still slept on.

The need to touch and pleasure her was all-consuming. My vines continued to run over her body, feeling every curve. I cupped her breasts with them, teasing her nipples until they became stiff peaks. Touching her brought me waves of pleasure, all senses heightened and attuned to her.

She let out the softest moan.

“Nora,” I rasped. “I can’t resist you any longer.”

She stirred, her brows drawing together as I roused her from her dreams.

There she is.