Chapter 19: Claimed by The Monster

Kyle

I slowly walk down the hallway toward my room; knowing Thelma is already waiting for me there, I wonder what to expect. The last time I saw her naked, I had been tempted to skip the foreplay and just take her. The way I am so sexually attracted to the witch is perplexing. I had planned to take her in every way possible, but I backed out right at the end.

I am not a virgin; I have had my fill of women, but never one was a virgin themselves. She even told me she had never been with a man; I had broken her mouth virginity when I kissed her. That’s a lot of pressure…for the both of us.

How is a man supposed to take a woman’s virginity? I had been told the first experience is always painful for the woman…how, then, do I restrain all this pent-up passion I have toward Thelma?

I am nervous as fuck…I chuckle. The almighty Kwaad is anxious about having sex with a woman.

I walk into my room, conflicting emotions overtaking me. It is dark, except for the moonlight and a few candles lit strategically around the space.

Argh, Hilda! Did she have to try and make this whole affair more awkward than it already is? I am not looking to woo this witch; all I want is to impregnate her–no strings attached.

I feel her presence in the room even before I see her shapely silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed. Tonight she doesn’t look as oily as she did the last time, which is a relief.

I stride toward the bed and I can feel her eyes following me. I remove my Kwaad Pack crest signet ring and place it on the dresser. I turn around to look at the woman who is sitting with her hands laced delicately on her thighs, regarding me with an anxious expression in her bewitching green irises. Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight?

Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.

I find myself being pulled to her. I don’t even recall moving my legs, but soon I am standing in front of her. She is dressed in a lilac silk gown, which hangs loosely around her shoulders. The snowy flesh that peeps from beneath the fabric is beckoning for me to touch it. I raise my hand and let my fingers glide down her bare skin.

Her skin feels so smooth and yet so hot to the touch. I bite my lips as I feel my whole body reacting to the contact with her flesh. I could swear I just touched a live wire.

She looks at my hand and then lifts her gaze to meet mine. I help slide the material that covers her suave skin; it glides away naturally, leaving in its wake refined, glossy flesh.

I push her further down onto the bed and she obeys.

“Move up a bit,” I command with a gruff voice that I barely recognize as my own. Dang, I want her so bad!

Thelma lifts her exposed hips and moves up. I catch a glimpse of her exposed mound. Clean shaven; so rosy, glistening, moist and damn inviting.

I quickly remove my own clothes, letting them fall in a heap on the carpeted floor. Her eyes watch my every move and then graze down to my man rod, which has sprung out of the pant jail that had been restraining it from reaching its full grandeur.

Her green eyes widen as she stares at my saintly shaft. I think I hear her gasp softly. I am not sure whether I should apologize for the size of my manhood, or be proud of how huge I am. Was her soft exhale a sign of awe or amazement?

I step forward and contemplate how to go about everything. I want to prepare her for what is to come, but also I just want to bury my shaft in the depth of her dripping sweet core.

I climb on the bed and position my body above hers.

“Open your legs, princess,” I whisper in her ear.

She does as I ask, and I reward her by nibbling on her ear. Her back arches delicately at the touch of my lips. Bringing up my hand, I flick my thumb across her nipple, slowly, back and forth, until she gasps.

I position my rock-hard rod against the entrance of her feminine cave. I push forward slightly but am met with resistance.

I feel her moan slightly and move back. How was I supposed to do this? I want to warn her that this is going to be a bit painful, but I think the cautionary message will only tense her up more, building up extra resistance.

She is a virgin, right? Maybe we should just treat the first time like ripping off a bandage….

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Thelma

I place my hands on his chest; I want to plead with him to take it slow. The first attempt of his massive man rod penetrating me had sent pain spiraling down my spine.

“Ple—” My words get swallowed by a yelp as Kyle pins me down and thrusts his hips forward.

I feel a sharp, dizzying pain radiate from my pelvis to the center of my stomach. Again, he thrusts and I throw my arms to the side trying to grasp onto the bed’s cotton sheet for dear life.

He moves his hips faster and only launches himself deeper, still. He enters as if he plans to reside inside my lady cave forever. Dear gods, help me!

“I want you, princess!” he whispers breathily in my ear.

What the heck? He had already claimed every bit of me. The pain has stopped, but I swear it shattered my soul. I guess the demon has lived up to his reputation: the soul jailer.

I feel the delicate muscles of my honeycomb relax, adjusting themselves around his rod.

“Look at me, princess!” Kyle groans.

I tilt my head to look into his eyes. The steel gray stare looks crazed and voracious.

“You’re going to cum for me…. don’t you dare hold back on me!” It is more of a command than a question; he isn’t giving me an alternative.

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

My words seem to drive him deeper within me. With one hand, he clutches my inner thigh, pushing it wider to accommodate his huge frame and to lock me in place.

I can feel the muscles of his rod spasm while he is inside me. He gets up but doesn’t withdraw from my woman beaver. Instead, with his other hand, he starts rubbing my devil’s doorbell.

The pain I felt earlier is quickly replaced by wave after wave of undiluted pleasure that causes me to shake. I feel like a warm fire is being lit on my happy button.

With a flick of his wrist and finger, I feel an explosion of pleasure radiating through my body. I can’t help but let out a scream as he in turn plunges in and out of my wet cave with his meaty manhood.

His moves are deliberate and rough. I want him to slow down, but I don’t want him to stop. In a bizarre kind of way, I am addicted to the feel of his agitated movements. There is no softness, but instead, feverish pounding. I think I feel the hilt of his hard rod inside my stomach somewhere. Gods have mercy!

His finger continues to move on the sensitive happy button he has discovered…prolonging my release.

As I try to catch my breath, he starts pounding again…over and over. Oh, my, I will be sore tomorrow!

“I could do this to you the whole night,” Kyle says as he stares deep into my eyes.

The whole what? Oh, gods, no! For a person who is breaking my coochie into this new world of adult ecstasy, he really is not being merciful. Well, I guess that is what one gets for fucking a demon. What did I expect? An angel?

I think my poor beaver is swollen now from all the pounding. When will this end?

“Kyle…please…I need to catch my breath,” I beg.

Kyle groans. “I need you, princess.”

He slows his pace, but still drives his shaft deep into my swollen mound with great vigor.

“Kyle….I can’t----” I protest.

“You can, princess. I need you too.”

He separates from me, letting the head of his manhood play around the entrance of my mound. He brings his thumb to his mouth, licking it, and then moves it back onto my devil’s doorbell.

If anyone knows how to make the devil’s doorbell chime loud, it is this demon. He rubs the bell in circles and then presses down the base of his thumb as he thrusts his shaft deep into me with so much potency.

A confusing mix of pain and pleasure radiates through my entire body. I can’t control my screams, equally consisting of agony and ecstasy, as my body trembles.

As I throw my head back, I hear Kyle groan loudly and I feel a warm liquid pour from him into my intimate cave corridor. His rod pulsates inside me and then he withdraws his man rod and collapses beside me.

I lay on my back for a while. I am no longer a virgin. The monster has claimed me and made me a woman.

“Get out and go to your room. Close the door behind you,” Kyle barks.

What in the devil’s agent anaphrodisiac reaction was this now? What had I done wrong…again?

This monster surely blew more hot and cold air than a local hairstylist’s blow dryer.