The Beast Within (Monster Fetish) (2 page)

“So, do you want to play pool?”

“Huh?” She was suddenly confused. They were
admitting attraction. Usually people kiss, maybe make out, or go
off to be alone if they spent months getting to know each other
like they did. They should be progressing things along, not playing
a game. If she could have things her way, they’d be celebrating
with sex and a lot of it. She wasn’t dressed up as a centerfold for
nothing.

“I’ll challenge you to a game. If I win, I
take you out to dinner tomorrow night, my choosing. If you win, you
get to choose where we go, but either way you’re all mine.”

“Alright.”

He took her hand, and held it as he told his
buddies they wanted to rack up for a very serious game with high
stakes, but they still made them wait because Derrick refused to
forfeit as he glared at their interlocked hands. Not that it
bothered Charity. She simply hung onto Grant until the pool table
was theirs.

They were just beginning to play, and he was
lining up a shot when Charity’s gaze fell on his drink. A drug with
no chance of an addiction, no harmful effects, not even a loss of
brain cells, and a high that lasted hours sounded adventurous
enough for her. Charity stared at the bottle, which looked too
innocent to cause her any alarm. She debated taking a sip, and why
not? She could at least brag about how cleaver he was for making
something so ingenious. Before she over thought it, and Grant was
finished knocking balls into pockets, she picked the soda up and
drank.

“Charity,
no
!” Grant held out a hand,
just as she took a second gulp. He was in front of her in a second,
and swiped the bottle from her hand before she swallowed another
mouthful. Once she drank it, however, he screwed the cap on. “Baby,
I told you I’m still studying the long term effects. I want to be
sure before anyone tries it.” He looked her over with concern, but
she felt like she drank sugar, and nothing seemed amiss. “It’s a
powerful hallucinogenic at first, and you’re going to get really…”
he rolled his eyes as if he didn’t want to continue, “you’re going
to get really horny, and touching anything will be erotic. Fuck,
there is no way I want you around men getting turned on by them, or
you’ll see my jealous side—it’s not pretty. I especially don’t want
Derrick touching you; he’s a dick and wants you.”

He took her hand, leading her away from the
table. She liked the idea of touching being incredibly
erotic—sounded like a fun night to her. She was glad she took the
drug, and wanted to play around with the side effects. “Where are
we going?”

“The only place I know to take you, my
room.”

Nice!

The drug was fast acting. She wasn’t wobbly
or feeling a head high, but as she walked through the crowd she
noticed every touch and accidental bump, and it was all sensual.
The costumes seemed to take on a life of their own. Masks shifted
as their expressions changed, a fox fur draped over a woman’s
shoulders lifted its head to look at Charity, and creepiest of
costumes terrified her. She clung on to Grant tighter, and even
closed her eyes while passing a man dressed like a demon. He led
her to the stairs, and she tripped on the first step before opening
her eyes.

Thankfully, he rushed her upstairs before
the hallucinations made her panic, and when they came into his dorm
room, there was a couple making out on bed. “Dude, this is my room.
My girlfriend and I need it. Get out.” He growled, and the guy on
the bed glared at Grant. Charity grinned, but tried hard not to
show blatant gaiety that Grant called her his girlfriend. She liked
the sound of that, and planned to plant one on his lips the moment
they were alone.

“Calm down.” The guy griped as he took the
girl’s hand before they stood. They left the room, and when they
were out the door, Grant locked them in. Charity smiled, leaned
into him with such eagerness she pressed him to the door as she
laid her lips on his. His warm mouth softened, and even parted when
she came to him. She opened her mouth and let his hot tongue slip
between her teeth. She tasted the drink, and because she loved the
sweetness she passionately sucked his tongue into her mouth. She
rolled the tip of her tongue around his, and moaned when he took
the exuberant kiss into his control by seizing her tongue as she
had done.

The effect of the drug made his touch
remarkably heightened. She was aware of everything from his heat of
his mouth, to the taste of his lips, and the feel of his caressing.
Every movement, from his tongue drawing across hers to sucking,
made her weak in the knees and her libido scream for sex. But then
he also caressed her back, as he tugged the tightly hugging sides
of her suit like he was about to fold over the top and expose her
tits to him. She wanted him to undress her.

From his kiss alone, she craved for him with
aching desire, but the teasing tugs to her top unraveled her. She
moaned loudly, practically begging him for sex. She wouldn’t be
satisfied until he was in her. With added zeal in his kiss, she
needed lustful, vigorous fucking more than gentle discovery of
their bodies. They could make love some other night, but while
experiencing a drug that was better than any aphrodisiac, she
needed it rough and playful. She panted while envisioning herself
on his bed with him pounding her into the mattress. Legs spread
open, she crooned as his big dick fucked her—at least she hoped he
was big. She’d soon find out.

He wrapped his arms around her, and the
feeling sent electric tingles down her body that pooled together
between her legs and made her pussy tighten so hard it cramped. He
walked her backwards to the bed, and she was practically singing
out her moans in approval. They fell on one of the beds, she
imagined was his. He didn’t stop kissing her, but began to fold the
cups down to her bunny suit. When her breasts were free, he kissed
down her neck.

Each wet kiss, dab of his tongue, and nibble
of his teeth had her pushing up against his mouth as she whimpered.
His breath made her skin tingle. She was completely aware of his
every touch, and the hot breeze along every inch of her, as the
drug intensified her senses. She never felt so alive. She could
think of nothing but the pleasure of it all. He fondled her with
attentive care, licking her nipples only when the blissful euphoria
began to lesson from his absence, before he’d remind her once again
how incredible the drug made his touch feel. She could hardly
breathe as his tongue licked from one nipple to the other. He
groaned as if enjoying their foreplay as much as her, but Charity
didn’t know how that was possible. She was so aroused and engulfed
in pleasure that was so powerful she felt a few minutes more would
break her. She’d become addicted to the drug, if only to feel the
incredible indulgence of his tongue while under the influence. He
made a wet streak toward her other nipple once again, following the
sounds of louder moans, but when he reached her large mound, he sat
up to look at her. His fingers slid down her wrists, and that, too,
felt good enough she felt herself cream.

“Fuck, you are every bit as gorgeous as I
imagined.” He rubbed the back of his neck while he kept his eyes on
her tits. Charity cocked her head to the side, confused by what she
saw. Grants teeth were all starting to come to a sharp point. She
continued to watch his mouth, as he gripped her suit by the sides,
and shimmied them down her hips. She lifted her ass of the bed when
he gathered her nylons and removed them as well. “If I knew you
wore nothing under here, we’d have been in my room a lot sooner.”
He smiled while admitting it. Charity focused on his lips. They
seemed to be getting thinner, and his skin was darkening. “Are you
okay?”

“I’m hallucinating.” She said, and did her
best to shake it off, but couldn’t.

“A lot still?”

“You’re teeth are pointed.”

He ran his tongue along his teeth. He looked
over to his window, and then back to Charity. “If you don’t want to
fuck a beast, I’d understand. Is it freaking you out?”

He was thinking the same thing she was. All
their talk about werewolves had her hallucinating he was turning
into one. Not fast like the movies, but slow as if his cells took
time to shift. “Just tell me this drug isn’t making me go
crazy.”

“No, it’s not.” He rubbed her belly in small
circles, and once again the tickling and pleasure sent a whirlwind
of mind-blowing pleasure. She quivered as he used his fingers to
make wider loops around her belly button. He loved to tease, and
not immediately touch; somehow the stimulation seemed more powerful
because of it. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Without
meaning to she began to rock her hips up and down, eager for sex or
even a rub along her clit if he wouldn’t hasten.

Charity wished he’d brush his fingers along
her sex a few inches lower, just once, but he didn’t. Instead he
circled her belly making her grow annoyed with more anticipation
than she needed. But he was soaking in the sight of her body, and
said nothing.

“If we do this, Charity, I should warn you
that I’ll be intensely loyal. You’d be it for me. And I’d like you
enough to be okay with you never feeling as strongly for me as I do
you, but you’ll have a kinky thing for me as a beast.”

“’Cause of the drug?”

“Because we’re about to have the best sex of
our lives…up to this point—we’ll have plenty afterward.”

“Way to talk a girl into it, Grant.” She bit
her gin. How could she refuse the best sex of her life? She wasn’t!
“You’re going to be hooked on me, and give me great sex. Let me
think about that.”

He laughed, and then quickly finished
pulling her suit and pantyhose off. He swept his eyes over her bare
body as he stripped naked. Once again she saw a change in him, he
had a patch of hair growing on his chest that wasn’t there before.
It wasn’t thick, but she swore that as she looked at it, more
filled in. “I really want this, Charity. I’ve never done this.”

“You’ve never had sex?” She asked,
disappointed. She sat up by leaning on her elbows while impatiently
waiting for an answer. He’d be over in two seconds, and she’d
wonder what happened. He better be generous with seconds if that
were the case, or she’d pout while stroking his limp cock until he
got the point. She wasn’t the type of girl to shy away from begging
for lots of sex. Girls were equally as horny as men, and sometimes
even more so.

“No, I’ve slept with a couple girls, just
not on a full moon, the night of Hallows Eve, or in wolf form. This
will bond us for life.”

Thank goodness!
Charity sighed after
hearing the good news he wasn’t a virgin and relaxed into the bed.
She was so relieved she was about to thoroughly enjoy long sex that
she tuned out everything else he said, and then gave a coy smile
while she spread her legs. She let him look at her pink pussy, by
spreading her lips, but her touch was so alluring, her finger
seemed to float toward her clit with no thought. Amazingly, even
her strokes seemed far more powerful and increasingly exhilarating
with the drug. She moaned, and lifted her hips toward her finger.
Fuck, this was what she needed. No playing around, just euphoric
massaging. She dipped her finger into her wet core to slick her
finger, and when she did, Grant crawled onto the bed.

Charity thought he’d explore her body with
kisses, but instead he pressed opened her legs to the bed, and
immediately dipped his head between her thighs. With no warning
other than a hot breath against her clit that made her moan, he
licked with a strong tongue from her opening to her nub and then
back down again. She almost orgasm on his tongue from the single
swipe up her sex, yet somehow she kept the climax from surging far
sooner than she wanted. She squealed, and instantly raked her hands
through his hair. They were going to be a compatible couple if he
loved giving her oral sex as much as she loved sucking dick, and
from the way he plunged his tongue into her opening, he clearly
enjoyed it.

At first, his hot tongue licked the rim of
her sensitive skin, wetting her shallow opening at the pinkest
part. He growled a low husky rumble against her. The vibration felt
intense, and once again she had to distract herself from cumming
and bit her lip as she whimpered. She didn’t want to come to a
finish and cream before he even slipped a finger inside her. He was
slow, methodical, and worked his tongue in circles, delving deeper
and deeper into her sex.

Charity gripped his hair tight, and pinned
his mouth to her pussy. His firm tongue was the perfect pressure
and wetness; his caressing was ecstasy as she teetered on the edge
of peaking as he gave her the best oral sex she’d ever had. His
tongue felt like a wet dick, and the slickness was so different she
once again had to bite her lip to keep from creaming on his tongue.
His working strokes seemed to stretch her core. She panted as he
dipped his tongue deeper and deeper inside. Maybe she was imaging
the depth, but it felt as if he was penetrating more than she
believed possible. She gasped when he managed to find her g-spot
and lap her there. She pulled his hair, and cried out his name.
“Fuck that’s perfect, Grant!” He needed to know just how kinky she
was in bed, and added, “Lick my pink pussy!” He began to stroke her
with speed as if hungry. She whimpered and pulled his hair as she
lifted her core to his mouth.

All she needed was his thumb pressing
against her vulva and she’d orgasm, but instead she felt something
cold and wet begin to push against her clit. He nodded, letting the
motion of his head rub her outer sweet spot. Charity’s body
couldn’t take all the intensified stimulation. All his licking and
rubbing made her scream, and she pinned him to her opening as she
trembled. His long tongue, seeming to curl and knead her g-spot
with such incredible strength her entire body rolled with the power
of his strokes. The caressing made her cream as she clamped down
around his tongue and climaxed. He flicked his tongue faster, and
rubbed her clit with added speed. “SO FUCKING GOOD!” She screamed
at the moment she felt the peak at its greatest, and her body
tightened as she squeezed her legs together. He buzzed the tip of
his tongue along her depth, even to her cervix and pressed it
firmly. Her toes curled, and she pulled Grants hair and kept the
tight grip until she was swept away with pleasure and screamed out
his name. “GRANT, YES!
YES
,
GRANT
!” When the surge
began to cool her body and sooth her lust, she sank into the bed,
and let her arms and legs fall to the sides.