The Beast Within (Monster Fetish) (3 page)

When she released Grant, he sat up, and
Charity smiled at him, ready to tell him she never climaxed so
quickly with oral sex, but she froze, unable to even open her
mouth. Grant’s jaw prolonged, and he had a snout. Even his nose was
dark, and shifted to look more like a wolf’s than a man’s. Grant
came to her side, laying next to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She shook her head, knowing it was
the drug. She needed to close her eyes or shrug it off, but either
way, she wasn’t about to let him give her great oral sex and not
return the favor.

“Are you sure? We haven’t done anything yet.
I haven’t cum in you. Nothing is sealed.”

“I’m fine.” She was fine; she would be fine!
She simply had to shake away the feeling he was a werewolf.
Obviously he wasn’t, and it was their previous talk still messing
with her.

She slid her hand down his body, noticing
how thin his stomach was. His ribs showed a lot more, but his gut
was concaved drastically, and now he was covered in a thin growth
of fur except for his lower stomach and groin. To her absolute
delight, Grant was incredibly long. She didn’t know how she was
distracted enough to not take a long look before, considering she
was so keen to find out. She stroked his twelve inch cock, and
marveled over how she could put hand over fist four times before
she came to the end. She’d double fist his shaft and would still
have inches to suck. Charity was aroused simply from thinking about
having his dick in her mouth, and begun to move toward it, but then
Grant said in a strange, airy voice, “Just ride me, Charity. I have
a one track mind, and trust me, I’m going to be at it all night and
need to get started.”

Charity gloated. She couldn’t believe a guy
with such a long dick and hell bent on fucking her all night was so
into her. He even swore he’d always want more after that night.
Charity grinned as she straddled him, but when she thought about
kissing him, she once again clamed up. He looked so altered, but
she still saw Grant under the dark skin and thickening fur which
was now covering his face as well.

“Fuck me now, Charity. I can’t take it. I’m
turning wild, and need this!” He growled, and with such desperation
and force she didn’t think, but simply sat back onto his cock. She
began to stroke his length as she rocked until she worked his head
to her opening. She arched her back and let his long shaft slide
into her. He was hot, much warmer than she remembered a dick felt.
She sat back, letting one inch penetrate her, then two, then three.
They both groaned as the drug intensified everything. She could
feel the ridge of his dick and the tip burrow into her. The
stretching was bliss, and she took her time filling her sex with
his impressive cock. She pushed against his shaft with some force
while amazed his girth resisted being shoved in. His giant, monster
of a cock made her feel like a virgin, she was so tight around him.
“I love it,” she breathed out and worked him in deeper.

She looked between them, watching five
inches go in, then six, then seven. “Fuck me! Fuck me, please,
Charity.” Grant begged in a growly, strained voice, and his words
were becoming difficult to understand, but his increasing greed was
evident.

She began to pump faster as she took more of
him into her depth until his head hit her cervix. “YES!” He
growled, and pushed his hips up off the bed and began to meet her
taps with more aggressive, wild thrusting. He wanted fucked, and
hard, and she quickly met his pace. The drug was making both of
them lustful and untamed. She pushed off his abs, arched enough to
stick out her tits, and bounced on his cock while he thrillingly
slammed into her from underneath. His growls got louder the faster
he fucked. Charity crashed down onto his dick, immediately working
up her speed when he increased his, until she was moaning with each
stroke. She loved hard fucking, and by his sounds he couldn’t get
enough vigor.

She slammed his head into her depth, and
even tried to pack him in deeper, but his monstrous dick bent with
excess length. She loved deep sex, and even enjoyed the pleasurable
twinge of forceful knocks as Grant rammed into her, not caring his
dick bowed under the power of their fucking. “YOU’RE DICK’S SO BIG,
GRANT! I LOVE IT!” She easily made him drum her back wall, and
inwardly she gloated that she found someone who was big, and wild
enough to please. Grant panted heavily, and wildly rammed up into
her as if her vigor was enough. She threw her hips back again and
again.

“FUCK YES, GRANT! YES!” She was screaming,
but he was equally loud with his grunts. They weren’t even trying
to be quiet, though people were outside their door partying in a
full house. Maybe she was even louder because of it.

“MORE!” He demanded a deep voice that began
to sound nothing like him, or even human. “FUCK ME HARDER!”

Charity rammed him into her, and she buckled
under the forced of his dick. She screamed in pleasure, because of
the power in his stiff, huge cock. But she rammed against him again
and again, loving how she could hardly take the strength, though
his dick could. She fucked him with rough speed, and when she found
a rhythm that made Grant growl in gratified lust, she closed her
eyes and focused on the feel of his cock rubbing her walls. Fuck
she loved sex—especially his insatiable sex!

When Grant’s momentary satisfaction with the
speed no longer suited him, and again began to punch upward even
faster, Charity opened her eyes. He wanted more and more, deeper
and deeper, harder and harder, as if by animalistic instinct he
couldn’t get enough. Oddly, the more sex he took, his changes began
to speed up. In the short time, only a few thrusts of Grant’s
remarkable cock, he shape shifted before her eyes. Charity ran her
hands through his thick fur on his ribs, surprised how quickly she
was seeing it grow. He was starting to look more like a beast than
a man. It terrified her, but at the same time, his cock reminded
her how great the sex felt, and she’d take the beast’s dick if it
meant incredible fucking. A part of her was excited to screw a wild
beast. She never thought she’d he aroused by a monster, but his
cock convinced her she needed more. Besides, it was all a
hallucination anyway, and not real; she really wasn’t fucking a
werewolf.

“FUCK!” Grant growled, and he suddenly
thrust upward with such force, she was tossed forward and had to
catch herself before falling onto his chest. He held his hips high,
and she felt a rush of hot liquid spill into her core. No sooner
than his cock shot cum in her, he rolled her over onto her
back.

He got in an odd position, sitting on his
heels, with knees high and spread. He kept her legs opened wide.
His paws rested by her hips, and he pinned her legs to keep her
close. Like a sitting wolf would dominate its submissive with lazy
pumps that took little exertion, he thrust into her pussy without
moving anything but his hips. He drove his long dick into her,
reaching her depth with ease. His sex took little effort, though he
was more ferocious than ever, taking rapid pumps that seemed to
vibrate inside her and drum against her cervix. “FUCK YES! MY PUSSY
FEELS SO GOOD!” Grant was a beast, in behavior, desire, and
appearance. He wildly drilled his head into her like a feral
mammal. She screamed in pleasure, and began to convulse as his dick
relentlessly clobbered her into bliss beyond anything she felt
before. He slammed in harder and harder, as if the beastly side of
him wanted all of his lengthy cock in her. She whimpered with a few
hard blows that he stuffed into her until she wrapped bother her
hands around the base of his shaft, and gripped around him tight
until his greed was soothed slightly. He howled in heat.

“FUCK I LOVE THIS GRANT!” Charity exclaimed
and watched the beast change even more. He wasn’t a man at all. His
back had an exaggerated arch unlike even a wolf’s. His teeth were
lengthy, and sharp. She watched his black cock work in and out of
her with lust. Grant began to grow. She jumped in alarm when the
monstrous creature, bent low. She thought it would snap, but
instead its long tongue licked her nipple with each thrust of his
hips.

His growls became unnaturally louder and
were marked with dominating barks that seemed to warn her to let it
fuck her. She kept her legs wide as it shoved in hard. Despite
stroking its lengthy erection with both her hands, the werewolf
still managed to cram its dick in so far it bent. Then she realized
why. As the beast grew, so did his cock; the monster grew until it
was enormous and crowding over her. His girth doubled, and by the
time it tripled, she climaxed simply from the stretching of her
core. “FUCK YES!” She screamed, and her orgasm seemed her make her
crave the massive dick even more. She stared at Grant, not able to
see any resemblance of him in the menacing, wolf. She stared half
terrified, but completely aroused as her climax lasted an
unnaturally long time. Though she shook, she couldn’t move any
other part of her slacked body that was overwhelmed with a rush
powered by each whack to her cervix. Her arms and legs flopped to
the sides, and she didn’t want to waste energy on anything but
feeling the soothing satisfaction sweep through her body. He kept
driving into her, making her jar with each of his punches, but all
she could do was keep her legs wide for him. She needed more. She
needed so much more fucking. “FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE DICK!” She
demanded, sounding desperate in her high-pitched whine as she
pleaded.

Her words or maybe the feminine tone made
the beast wild. Gripping his dick and squeezing his end with her
pussy was no longer enough. The werewolf went back to pounding his
cock into her with such power he was throwing her toward the
headboard, but his paws pinned her in her spot as it trapped her
legs. His big balls smacked against her ass, and the added
stimulation was euphoric. He lifted off the bed slightly so his
thrusts hammered her into the bed. His dick drove into her pussy as
her walls seemed to loosen and she creamed enough he slickly slid
in and out. “FUCK ME! YES!” She cried out, and the beast drove into
her as it made loud, howls.

The werewolf once again shoved in deep, and
she felt his cum splash into her with so much volume it felt like a
warm pool flooded into her. With a snarl, the beast pulled out, as
its cum leaked. He used his head to nudge her side. He was so eager
and forceful that he rolled her onto her stomach in a second. She
got on her hands and knees, knowing what any animal would want, and
not a second later she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder. She
screamed from the pain of it piercing her skin. Charity was about
to glance behind, and scold the beast, but he mounted her and
shoved his dick inside. She arched, screamed, and nearly collapsed
when he rammed into her.

Any restraint was apparently uncontrollable
by the monster, because it bulldozed in hard and relentlessly
pummeled in deeper for more. “FUCK!” She screamed, and struggled to
stay up on her hands as he rapidly clobbered her. She couldn’t
believe she was having such incredible sex, but a monster cock was
guaranteed to be the best lay of her life. The werewolf was fucking
her brains out. It was working her to a third orgasm and with a
dick she was now obsessed with. The beast seemed to grow after it
ejaculated, and she could feel the strength of its increased power
as it forced her to remain in the position by biting her.

The dominating was instinctive, as if it
only thought of one thing and one thing only—fucking her pussy and
taking as much as it craved. For some reason, Charity found his
hunger for her body arousing. She wanted to be greatly desired.
Suddenly, the beast’s hard whacks didn’t seem deep enough, because
she wanted it to take as much pussy as it needed, and the werewolf
needed its entire dick fucked. Even though it was battering into
her to the point she couldn’t catch her breath, she encouraged the
monster to take more. “FUCK ME DEEPER! DO IT! I LOVE THIS! FUCK MY
PUSSY!”

The demand was a mistake, because suddenly
she was panting for breath and when he wildly met her request with
zealous hammering, they both peaked from the added effort, but she
could hardly breathe. Her body convulsed and her pussy slackened as
if her core wanted to take more of his cock. A rush of exhilaration
ran through her body like electricity that energized her. The
monstrous dick filled her with delicious whacks enough to make the
climax the strongest ever. The werewolf was equally taken over by
the orgasm. The beast moved in an off rhythm, as it stroked its
cock to the exact pumps it needed with each passing second. But the
thrusts were so hard, that when it ejaculated Charity had the wind
taken from her. The beast was too powerful, and the last thing she
knew, after her peak softened her core even more, the monster
pushed in deeper than ever before she went limp. Her body couldn’t
take anymore of sex, though she wished she could handle more
pleasure. She still wanted more—so much more.

CHARITY WOKE UP IN Grant’s bed. He was
sleeping soundly, even snoring loudly, and they were still locked
in the room. His black hair was mess, and she imagined her hair
didn’t look that great after sex, either. But what made her smile
was her relief to see him as a man. The drug really fucked with her
head, and after dreaming all night that the werewolf was using her
all hours of the dark until dawn as she slept, she half expected to
see a beast beside her. But Grant was snoozing next to her, looking
as gorgeous as always.

Grant’s drug was a mind trip, but she didn’t
exactly regret taking it. The sex was the best she’d ever had. Just
thinking about their smoking hot fucking made her aroused. But she
would
never
admit to anyone that she willingly fucked a man
looking like a beast while drug induced—not even to him.