Page 1 of Bewitching Her Monsters
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AUTHOR INTERRUPTED
JADE
Attempt number three:
Goliath pulls me to his broad chest and growls, “You are coming with me, menace.”
I twist and scramble to get away. But some part of me wants him—a very needy part between my legs.
“No, you… brute!” I kick to make him drop me.
Not a smart move since he’s carrying me over treacherous and rocky terrain.
His clawed feet are the only things keeping us from slipping down the mountain and plummeting to our deaths.
“Stop, Nora,” he orders, clasping my head to his shoulder and trying to comfort me. It’s the first time he’s called me by my name. This should settle me somewhat, knowing I’m not just some nameless sacrifice to him.
But the toxin in my system is making clear thoughts impossible. Ican’tsettle down. My actions might get us both killed. I don’t want that.
After a few more minutes of scrambling over the mountainside to escape our enemies, Goliath sighs with relief when we see a narrow entrance to a cave ahead.
Once we are at the mouth of the cavern, Goliath sets me down. “Don’t move,” he warns in a whisper.
For the first time today, I listen to him. If there’s an animal out here that is bigger and scarier than his beast, then we are fucked. His monstrous bearlike form is four feet taller than my height. I have to crane my neck backward to see his face. Holy crap, he’s big.
I shiver with the thought of how big his other parts will be. I believe I’m about to find out.
After a quick investigation, he returns, apparently having deemed the cave safe for me to enter. He picks me up and carries me inside. Just enough light filters in to see it’s previously been used as a shelter. A flat, smooth rock the size of a small bed is clear of debris at the far end. He sets me down.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he rips off my jacket and shirt, yanking them over my head and revealing my breasts. “I need to be inside you,” he says roughly.
I try to cover my chest, but he won’t let me.
“Mine.” He circles his massive arm around my waist and pulls me closer. His claws dig into my flesh.
I can’t control the whimper that leaves my throat, and it causes his enormous cock to inflate. He presses it against my stomach.
He sweeps my legs from under me, and I fall backward. But his large hand catches me and sets me on my back gently. The rough stone beneath me scratches my sensitive skin, and I try not to squirm as Goliath rips my pants off me and spreads me open for his viewing pleasure.
His long tongue sweeps out, taking his first taste of my slick center. He groans with approval and strokes his hardening dick.
“You can’t claim me,” I protest.
“I have won you in combat. And you want me,” he argues, flicking his tongue out to brush against me again. “Don’t you?”
“But—”
“No. You are mine. And I am yours… finally.” His eyes glint with mischief. “Do I need to make you ready for my cock? Is that it, my treasure?”
I can’t say anything as I stare at the threat to my vagina’s health and well-being. Even with proper and thorough preparation, that thing will destroy me.
I nod my consent. I might as well get a couple of orgasms out of this before it’s death by dick.
He feasts on my cunt. His long, thick tongue slides through my folds and plunges into my channel.
It takes next to no time at all before my body quakes with an impending orgasm. He shoves two giant fingers into my pussy, and I scream. When I stop trembling, he lines up the baseball bat sized appendage he calls a cock, and I…
