8. Monster

8

MONSTER

I crept through the darkness of the conservatory, careful not to make any noise. I did not want to alarm him . The scent of citrus filled the air, interrupted by the occasional pungent plant. Leaves brushed my shoulders as I went down the path, stepping around the fountain at the centre.

She had accepted my offering.

The oranges had disappeared every day that I'd given them to her. I even found that her door was easy to open. It was an invitation inside, wasn't it?

Imagining her biting into the sweet fruit and the juice running down her chin was enough to drive me wild. There was something about her that I could not simply forget or read myself. I was becoming obsessed with her, and hunting her in this manner was the only thing that satisfied me.

I continued along the path until I came to the area the tortured botanist stayed in. Tonight, he was gone. I did not allow myself to think too much of it, because I didn’t want the trouble that could follow.

I studied all of the oddities, his cluttered desk, and the small plants he was attempting to splice together. I crept closer, curious of the poisons he was attempting to create.

Eventually, he would discover something that could do harm. And while his intentions were pure, I didn't feel a lick of guilt as I dropped some of my own poison onto one of the plants, killing it instantly. The sapling would not grow now, and he would continue on with his research, thinking that it had failed.

I did this to every sapling that he had, and then made my way to the other part of the greenhouse. I took my time, especially knowing that he was not here. He had tended to an array of different plants, much of which were very poisonous to humans. Or even animals.

Eventually, I came to the part of the greenhouse that was less toxic. There were normal plants, less rare and somewhat pointless. Except for the fruit tree.

It was small, and the oranges were just now coming into season because of the heat trapped in this strange building. It was a wondrous sight, especially with winter setting on us soon. And yet, within these walls was a poisonous garden of eden.

I plucked two from the branches, holding the orange fruit to my nostrils. I breathed it in, thinking of her again. My cock hardened at the thought of her, and I had come to fully accept that eventually I would need to touch her again.

Our first encounter, that she remembered, she claimed that I was a hallucination. She needed evidence. And while an orgasm wasn't necessarily evidence, touching her in that moment prevented me from completely losing my mind. Her scent lingered with me, the thought of her crying out as she took me made me growl.

I carried two oranges in one set of claws and took off back down the path. I went from the greenhouse down into the maze outside, weaving in the darkness like it was second nature. I crossed the fields to her tower, crouching down low to keep my figure obscured. The wind picked up, smoothing over the long grass as I came to her front door, keeping my steps as silent as possible as the ground gave away to stone.

Even from here, I could smell her. I reached for the door knob, slowly turning it. Tonight she had locked it, but it did not matter. I used a small vine to pick at the keyhole, turning it and opening the door.

I stepped inside, drawing in a deep breath. She had organised her things more, and it was clear that she had been working. I brought the oranges to her table and put them on the top.

It was foolish to even wonder what it would be like to share a breakfast with her, but I allowed myself to think about it for a moment.

I turned my head, looking up the spiral staircase, wondering how sound asleep she was.

Would she hear me? Would she feel me if I stood at the end of her bed and watched her sleep?

I hesitated for a moment, but I couldn't fight myself any longer. I slowly went up the staircase that spiralled up the tower, trying to keep my steps light despite the weight of my monstrous body. The wood creaked under foot, but I went slow enough, listening for her steady breathing.

I paused at the top of the staircase. Her window was open, allowing moonlight to halo her bed. There was a freezing draft, but she was buried within the thick blankets. She was a side sleeper, her body curled up as she breathed in and out.

I couldn't help but come closer, moving to the foot of the bed to stare at her. Her dark hair curled, splayed out over the pillow. Her brows were soft, her expression serene.

The room at the top of the tower was small, containing only her bed and shelves. Books lined the shelves, along with journals that sat on the floor. It connected to a bathroom with a large clawfoot bathtub, wash basin, and toilet. I imagined her naked in the bath, wet and spread before me.

A grumble left me. My vines reached for the bed, curling up the iron frame. I pulled the blanket back slightly, exposing her shoulders.

She was beautiful.

Moving the blankets exposed a swath of silk fabric that I snatched up instantly. Lust swept through me as I realised it was her undergarment. I held it to my face, breathing in the scent of her pussy.

I needed to fuck her.

Touching her once with the vines wasn’t enough.

Her breathing shifted, and I was moving, taking them with me, back down the stairs and out the front door. I shut it carefully behind me, wishing that I could've stayed longer.

But I had at least given her my gift.

My cock throbbed, sap dripping from the tip. I left the tower, rushing into the woods until I found a tree to lean against. Vines that wrapped around my waist parted and I closed my hand around my cock. I sank to the ground, groaning as I used her underwear, wrapping it around my member. I stroked myself, grunting as I imagined filling her with my seed.

I needed to hear her scream my name.

“Nora.”

Her name left my lips and I gasped, a dark growl rumbling in my chest as possessiveness filled me just from saying her name. I thrust into my hand, imagining pumping into her. Breeding her from dusk ‘til dawn. I wanted to watch my seed drip out of her cunt.

The silk glided over my ridges, pleasure rupturing through me. I groaned, my imagination taking over. I licked my lips, grunting as I fucked my hand with my cock .

I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. Eventually, I would have to break in and see her again.

You can't.

“I must,” I answered.

There was something primal within me that craved her like nothing else. She was an addiction, an obsession, and a risk. The darkness within her called to my own, two mirrors creating an endless reflection of each other. I wanted to see how deep her depravity went. How twisted she could become?

I growled, stroking myself faster until finally cum gushed from the tip, dripping down my hands and over her undergarment. I sighed, relaxing against the tree, my body melting into the earth.

The sun would rise soon and I would return to my slumber.

But for the moment, I sat there staring at the last of the stars, wishing that I was not chained to the night.

Wishing that I could spend every waking moment with her.