Monsters Under Mistletoe

4. Felipe

Chapter 4

Felipe

I hear nothing, not the moans of the beauty writhing in front of me, nor the crackling fire or the storm raging outside. The only audible noise is the pumping of Elise’s heart. Like the demon inside me is knocking on the bars of its cage, ready to be released, ready to drink her in.

I focus on the throbbing of my cock, on the release I want to feel when my seed slips deep inside her hot and willing cunt. I’ve used no glamors to convince this goddess to have me as her supplicant—we both want this.

“Felipe,” she moans, bucking her hips against mine, head thrown back as I suck greedily on her quickly pebbling nipple.

My feet move quickly, even for an immortal, up the steps to the lofted bedroom. The wind is nearly knocked from Elise as I lay on her on the bed.

“I need you spread before me,” I drawl, ripping her black leggings from her body with a slice of my lengthened nail. Much like my fangs, they become deadly sharp when I’m hungry or aroused.

“Fuck those pants,” she says with a wild little laugh, slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her white cotton panties.

“Leave those,” I command.

Elise complies, dropping her hands to her sides. Wedging my knee between her legs, I pry them wider, opening this beauty’s hips.

“I like to see how wet you make them.” I press my three fingers over the damp cotton, the only thing barrier left between us. “Is all this honey for me?”

Her body rolls as I rub her clit, nudging the bit of flesh back and forth through the fabric.

“Yes, for you!”

Her hips jerk, desperate for a deeper pleasure.

Drink her in, feed. Bite, sink your fangs deep.

I shake my head, trying to loosen the demon’s grip on me.

I lean forward, dragging in her musky scent, before lathing my tongue over that same spot.

“Fuck, Felipe, so good.” Elise grabs my hair and pulls me harder against her. I bite only the cotton with my fangs, making a hole perfect in size for her puffed up pussy. The feeling of sinking my teeth even into the fabric makes my cock jump.

Spitting the scrap of cloth out of my mouth, I reach down, stroking my length. My fingers form a tight ring around my shaft’s base. I’m rock hard. Not even the friction of my hands can warm it, though. I know it’ll feel like ice when I spear into her hot cunt.

I spread her inner lips with my tongue, and the chill has her pushing her hips away from me, deeper into the mattress. I hold her still, finding the sensitive bud of nerves between them. As I run pressured circles around her clit, Elise goes mad.

“Fuck yes,” she mewls, arching up against my chin.

I don’t stop extending my motions until I’m lapping her slit from her entrance to the apex, each stroke gathering more of her slick for me to swallow back. The taste of her ignites fireworks in my brain, almost sickly saccharine, but undeniably addictive. My hand works too fast, a poor substitute for the well of pleasure my tongue probes.

I can’t wait any longer.

With one swift motion I sit up, notch cock’s head at heaven’s gate, and sink deep.

“Fu-fuc-fuckkk!” Elise yells as her eyes roll back, her body going taut from my icy cock as I fuck her senseless. I don’t even try to slow my motions to match her mortal speed. I don’t think I could if I wanted to.

I fuck her faster than she’s ever moved in her entire life, my cock slamming into her all the way until my balls slap against her pert ass. The noises from her mouth sound more animal than human when I withdraw and continue to feast on her cunt, sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth before sitting back up to fuck her even harder. I alternate between sucking up her delicious honey and spearing my cock inside her repeatedly until she’s a mewling mess, barely even human.

When her back arches and the cord within her is so taut that it threatens to snap, I give her my all. I pull out of her, shifting to lap feverishly at her clit, not letting Elise push my head away as she might want.

“Too much, too much!” she cries as the sensation pushes past pleasure and into overstimulation.

Just as she crosses over, I sit up and drag her down onto my cock. My hands dig into her hips with lengthened claws, the points of which draw tiny drops of blood. I hold her down on my fat shaft as her muscles start to spasm over me, trying to milk my member for its dead seed.

My sac tightens, the feeling of her over me drawing me closer to my breaking point. Her head lolls back as the intensity of her orgasm has Elise losing touch with reality.

I unsheathe myself from her before drilling back deep. Arching my back as my hips pump, I lean down, my lips grazing her pulse point of her neck.

In her haze, she presents to me what I want most. I lick at the thrumming vein, just barely beneath a thin layer of skin.

Taste her, the demon screams from inside me.

My fangs are so long that I can’t close my mouth, their hypodermic tips pressing gently into her warm skin. I gulp, knowing what I need, knowing that her blood is the only way I’ll find release.

I push her chin back, exposing more of the graceful flesh of her throat. The veins of her neck flash purple and blue with every pump of her heart. The visuals of it for me are like an acid trip, pulsing and glowing. They’re the only thing I can focus on.

My hips continue pounding, and I know I’ll come if just for a little taste.

“Bite me already! I want to feel your fangs.” Elise grabs my head and pushes it down against her throat.

I need no more encouragement than that. I press my fangs shallowly into her vein at the same moment that my cock buries itself completely in her.

Everything buzzes with electricity as I take my first sip of her thick, warm blood. The sanguine liquid fills every crevice of my mouth as I can feel my jaw widen and my bones snap and shift.

Unearthly noise leaves my mouth and I’m unsure if it’s a growl or a scream as I suckle on the sweet nectar that spurts from Elise’s neck. My toes flex and I suck the wound harder, my cock continuing to pump. If I was human, if I could sire anything, I would want to breed Elise.

Her blood flows into me, forcing my body to complete its change into my true beastly form. My shoulders pop and my leathery, webbed wings unfurl over us.

I break myself from her neck, suddenly worried I’ve taken too much, but unable to stop my hips from continuing to thrust deep. I expect to see the same blissed-out face from before, but the one that stares up at me, or the demon I’ve become, is blanched with fear.

Elise clasps a hand over her neck, feeling the wetness there.

“I rescind your invitation,” she yelps as she realizes the crimson that drips from her fingertips is her own blood.

Everything stops at that moment. My body freezes and pain shoots down my spine. Dark forces pull me up and smash my hulking form through the plate-glass window that extends up to the loft bedroom we’re in.

My eyes stay fixed on her as the pane shatters around me, like the hand of God is pulling me out into the cold wilds of the mountains. Glass blows backward around me into the landscape, the force of my body thankfully propelling any sharp pieces away from Elise.

Only when I’m outside of the cabin, do I regain control of my body. I beat my bat-like wings, hovering over the valley as I stare at her, spread wide and slick with blood.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry—I didn’t know you would change!” Elise props herself up on her elbows and searches my face, maybe looking for some shred of my more human form.

“I should have told you,” I mutter, still painfully hard, having been edged by some arcane magic that ripped me from her supple body.

“You’re still beautiful, you know, just terrifyingly so.” Elise’s eyes are full of wonder, and I believe her sentiment. “I’m sorry about the window and everything. I can invite you back in.”

I put my claw tipped hand up, stopping her apologies.

“You were right to, I overestimated my control. Because you’re too sweet, your blood is too euphoric. You went straight to my head.”

My hand grips over the head of my dick, and I know it won’t take long. I lick the leftover ambrosia from the corner of my lip, and it’s enough to take me right back to the edge. Fisting my length, hovering in the air as the winds of winter whip around me, my only thought is of her.

She watches me, her eyes darkening. I can smell her quickly clotting wound. It’s a relief as I know she won’t bleed out, that’s she’s stronger than most.

But when she takes her blood slickened fingers and traces them over her swollen pussy lips, I know she’s perfect.

A strange sensation constricts over my chest, and my free hand clasps over the spot where my shriveled up heart is.

Thump. Thump.

It beats.

I know then that there’s a bond now within our blood. She’s who I’ve been searching for, a companion for all time. Elise’s very essences courses through me, blood so pure that I know by the reaction of my body alone that we are fated.

She takes the blood coated fingers from her sex and sucks the mixture of her own juices off her skin. It’s all I need to finally achieve la petite mort.

My cold, dead seed coats my taloned fingers as I watch the vision of my forever stretch out before me.

A perfect goddess, a divine beauty.

A mortal.

Dread fills me, a post orgasm clarity I’ve not had before.

You will kill her, and you’ll drain her dry.

I won’t be able to control myself next time, not after tasting what courses through her veins, and maybe she’ll be too weak to rebuke me. I’ll extinguish the brightest burning light I’ve ever seen.

“You’re beautiful, and I am wholly unworthy.”

“What?” Confusion floods that perfect face, her cheeks still flushed rosebud pink from her climax.

I can’t bear to look at her any longer, knowing I must leave her—for her own safety. We can’t be together as we are now.

I could turn her, but she wouldn’t want that.

“Thank you, you were perfect.” My wings beat as they take me higher.

“Wait! Felipe!”

I close my eyes, letting the chill of winter dull my senses. The cold, and time, won’t wipe her sad face from my mind, no matter how far I fly.

Elise is too pure for a cursed one like me.