Chapter 3
Laura couldn’t stop her body from reacting wantonly, from melting unabashedly. She was shuddering in intense, sexual cravings. Every part of her was becoming hypersensitive. Just a feather-light touch, and her skin would singe.
Her body temperature rose to fever pitch, as she closed her eyes, as she marveled at the pure, sexual pleasure brought by the monster’s delicious form of seduction. She was beyond sexually turned on, in the brink of ecstasy, of forbidden madness, and she would go out of her mind should this come to an abrupt halt.
Oh my God, but she wanted this monster! She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her and bring her wild fantasies to life. The thought that she would be having sex with a monster wasn’t repulsive at all. It only added fuel to the gripping lust and overwhelming desire that he evoked from her, as he continued to arouse her, as he introduced waves and waves of appalling pleasure to her still inexperienced, young body.
She was already eighteen, and curious of the opposite sex. Sex had been rampant in her school, where she would often overhear tales of sexual conquests among her peers. A part of her felt that she was being left out, for she might be the only one left who was still a virgin. But she was unattractive, unwanted, and guys would rather bully her than fuck her.
But this monster… he was entirely different. He seemed to dig her. And he did tell her that she was beautiful, right? It boosted her morale, made her feel beautiful for the first time, and totally floored her.
And what he was doing to her was pure madness, an addictive form of decadence that was far potent than opium.
He continued to worship her physical beauty with his hands and mouth, his tongue licking and laving her swollen breasts. He would bite her nipples until she would cry in pleasure-pain, then, he would lick the pain away with his skillful tongue.
His big hand groped her waist, his fingers digging in her soft skin. She heard another ripping sound, and she knew that he tore her skirt.
She felt her panties being tugged off her body, but she didn’t voice a protest. She was totally left in her birth suit, standing in the middle of nowhere. The cold wind blew, but she didn’t feel cold. In fact, her body continued to burn with menacing intensity.
Laura felt his strong hands in her armpits, securing her, as he raised her up. Her eyes were tightly shut, but she knew that she was up in the air.
She sucked her breath as his tongue censoriously laved her stomach, running in circles over her skin, and she arched her body as she felt erotic sensations burst inside her tummy. It gave her a head swirling effect as if she had jumped off a bridge. The burst of sensations shot through her womb, and she moaned hard as her pussy ached in atrocious, fervent need.
He raised her higher in the air, and strapped her legs around his neck, her weight rested on his shoulders. She was naked with legs open wide in front of his face, and she grabbed his hair as his tongue darted at her wet, dripping pussy. He opened her engorged folds with his tongue, and thumped her aching clit.
She cried as volts of electricity struck through her, as tsunami of erotic madness flogged her to the core. What the fucking hell! Her heartbeat intensified as she gulped for air. She felt as if she had died in too much pleasure.
She clutched unto his head, as if she was holding for her dear life. He licked her pussy like a madman, like a hungry dog, lapping his slick tongue over her hypersensitive clitoris. He would rim her folds and suck her bud, and all that she could do was squirm in overwhelming ecstasy. She was moaning, whimpering and crying in delirium as he continued to lick her drenched pussy with his hard, fat, long and slick tongue.
She was tugging at his hair, pulling the strands hard as overwhelming sensations started to become unbearable. She was shouting on top of her lungs, as if she was hysterical, as if she just lost her mind.
She sucked her breath as her body suddenly broke into violent spasms, her hips jerking on his face, her muscles shivering in ecstasy.
Something as powerful as lightning struck her, and she felt as if her body flew in space, her mind floated somewhere unknown, and she basked in the glory of her first ever orgasm.
Ah… orgasm… The fucking word reverberated on her mind, as her body continued to jerk.
Orgasm… orgasm… Yeah, what a fucking orgasm she just had! It was wild, pure, decadent, and something so out of this world! So this was the feels?
Laura wanted to laugh at the absurdity of things. Of all people, of all kinds of creatures, a stranger - a monster in particular, gave it to her. But there was no sense of guilt. No regrets either. She slumped on his head, her heart stopped beating as she chased her breaths.
She was still breathless when she felt something hard and slick started to probe in her pussy. That snapped her back to reality. She gasped when she realized what it fucking was. It was the monster’s tongue – hard, rigid and persistent as it pushed through the opening of her vagina.
She muttered a bloody curse. She hadn’t been probed before, and her hymen was still intact. The thin film of tissue resisted his invasion.
He pushed his bulbous, hard tongue in the tight hole of her opening, tearing the thin film of hymen that offered only slight resistance. Her face twisted as excruciating pain sliced through her bottom.
Fuck, but his tongue was even sharper than an average cock! And it was now stuffed between her legs, inside her pussy, plunging even deeper as he pulled her hips closer to his face.
And the shot of pain became unbearable. It escalated into an almost barbaric form of torture that went beyond her threshold. It was too painful as if she was knifed, as if she was cut and left to bleed.
A scream of terror escaped from her mouth. She hysterically grabbed his hair, uprooting some frail strands that were trapped between her fingers. Her body writhed in agony, as she cried in pain.
For someone who had been accustomed to pain, this was kinda surprising. She thought that she would take all forms of beatings, but this kind of pain that sliced through her core was throbbing with bloody intensity. And she wasn’t used to it.
The monster stopped, but he didn’t withdraw his tongue inside her pussy. The pain choked her. She tried to breathe as tears started to well abundantly in her eyes. Until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her shoulders shook as she broke into frantic sobs.
He didn’t make any movement, didn’t attempt to stop her from crying either. He just let her cry. And cry she did. She cried her heart out, oblivious of the noise that echoed in the forest. Until her sobs became deep breathings, until her eyes dried from tears.
When he got a slick tongue that was fatter than a dick, this was what she would surely get – dose and dose of pain as he probed her. Dammit! And it was still stuffed deep in her pussy. But the pain gradually resided, until it became bearable.
She moved her legs in an attempt to move, accidentally pushing her hips closer to his face, and his tongue plunged deeper inside her. The sudden rush of erotic pleasure as his tongue slid through the walls of her vagina amazed her. She felt the sudden rush of ecstasy in her nerve fibers, and a soft moan came out of her mouth.
She repeated the movement, and the sweet friction intensified. That was when his big hands around her waist held her firmly as he moved his head. His tongue slightly withdrew out of her, and plunged deeply in a swift motion.
She moaned and whimpered. He did it again and again, fucking her with his tongue in a breath-taking manner, until she lost her mind, and her world shook in intense ecstasy.
“Oh!!! Ahhh!!! Shit!!!” she cried in delirium. She was shouting in pleasure as his tongue continued to fill her, probe her so deep, and fuck her senseless. Her eyes were rolling in extreme ecstasy, her body writhing in wanton abandon.
The rush of mind-boggling sensations overpowered her brain once more, as she shut her eyes hard, and her consciousness started to dim. She knew that she was about to cum, harder this time, and it was overwhelming.
“Fuck!!!!!!!” she cried and let go of a long groan, as if in pain, as her hips jerked involun
tarily. Her pussy flexed, and then, she let it go.
She cummed for him. That was wet and wild, but raw and beautiful.
She was spent. Her body fell limp as she used the last ounce of her strength to cling at his head so that she could keep herself from falling. A gang of frenzied sensations was rioting within her, concentrating in large proportions in the core of her pussy.
Laura was at a loss for words, for an appropriate adjective to describe the momentous moment. Her face buried in his hair. It smelled of trees, grasses, flowers, and earth. His scent was unique, very raw, and represents all sorts of life in nature.
Her hands draped around him tighter, as if she didn’t want to depart from him. She stayed that way for minutes. The monster’s ragged breathing filled her ears, and she listened with fascination.
The monster moved, and he took her off his shoulders. He laid her naked body on the ground, on the thick sheath of grasses. She could feel the tips of the grasses poking against her bare skin, tickling her still sensitive epidermis.
He was propped on his knees, beside her. She looked at his face, and she gasped as she saw blood scattered around his mouth and beard.
“There’s blood in your mouth!” she exclaimed in wide eyes, in a pitchy voice.
He wiped the blood with his hand. “That’s yours. You bled a while ago,” he answered in almost a growl.
“Oh!” Her mouth fell open in shock. That was her blood?
“You were a virgin,” his red eyes flickered and became even bloodier.
But she didn’t flinch in terror. He growled again, as his eyes ran over her naked body, as if surveying her womanly curves.
Her lips curved in a shy smile. She was already getting used to his uncanny growls. His voice was so deep, like it was coming from under the ground, yet it sounded sexy in her ears. DJ’s be damned!
She still wanted to talk to him, yet her body longed for rest. Her eyelids became heavier every passing second, her eyes drooping uncontrollably.
“Sleep…” he softly murmured. His deep voice was soothing the soreness of her body. “You need it…”
She yawned, involuntarily. Ooopppss! She didn’t want to do that.
His mustache twitched as his mouth curved in amusement. “Don’t fight it. You need to sleep.”
She groaned in protest, but her eyes shut in their own accord.
“Goodnight… motek…”
Her ears captured his soft growl before sleep totally pulled her consciousness to dreamland.