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(Male) Shadow Monster X (Female) Reader (NSFW) (Part 2)
Warnings: Mature, Smut, Teratophilia
Word count: 3212
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It doesn't return for a long time. A month has passed already and my previous state has returned full-throttle until I'm drinking 10 cups of coffee daily just to keep my head from collapsing into my cereal bowl. When it gets so bad that I wonder if I should use heavy-duty sleeping agents again, it appears. Its presence mute but identifiable by the air turning cold around it like a radiator polarity. Goosebumps prickle on my skin, stirring me from my very much needed nap. My thinking is sluggish but once I realize what's happening, I feel the wisps of its hands, brushing ever so slightly against my face.
"Wait!" I say. It stops in surprise before collapsing into a puddle of smoke with a hiss, probably thinking I were objecting again. "No! Don't go!" I call out to the darkness, sitting up in bed, "I-I want to stay awake...I want to see you." The darkness says nothing. I huff dejectedly, shoulders slumping. I slide down into my pillows and sit in disappointment. Until a figure steps out of the darkness and I see it in much more clarity despite the dark of the room. It's skin is matte black, permanently etched with shadow. There is no feature on its visage to be highlighted, not even ears or hair. It was like a mannequin had just climbed out of a chimney, covered in soot. Its skin so smooth it's statuesque, as though carved out of marble. Despite its apparitional nature, its body ripples with sculpted muscle in a skinless manner (resembling an anatomical portrayal of the human muscle at subcutaneous expense). It stands at a little over 7 feet, strings of mist like incense steaming off its skin as though it had just been put out of fire. The smoke-like body of substance is a grey compared to its vessel blacker than nothing. It has no eyes, not even hollows where they should be, yet it stares straight at me, taking in my eyes for the first time.
I hesitate on speaking, soaking in the shock of it, but once it had passed, I instead choke on awkwardness, a thousand questions on the tip of my tongue. "W-What...are you?" I ask, noticing a slight uneasiness in my tone. "I mean...what have you been doing to me? I haven't slept that well in, like," I scoff lightheartedly in an attempt to put my nerves under my sway, "forever," finalizing my inquiry with an instinctive grin. "I...give you...peace. And take away...bad things." It says each word as though with careful consideration, its voice uniform to its shadowy form; dreamy yet raspy, faint and low like the hum of an air conditioner. And broken, with soft edges, trailing off with a gentle blowing sound. "You can talk?" I exclaim in disbelief, eyes widening in surprise that it actually responded. It startles at my raised voice, a piece of its shoulder letting loose a fervent stream of smoke like blackboard erasers banging together to release powdered chalk. It doesn't answer for a moment, but then slowly bows its head once, in a preemptive manner. "Well...thank you," I say amicably, smiling to my eyes with genuine gratefulness. It merely stares; a blank unreadable slate. Silence ensues once again as I sit thinking of what to do next. "You...can touch me if you want," I say, awkwardly clearing my throat a little, "I don't mind. It's actually, uh, nice." It inclines its head slightly to the side, as though in recognition of my words. And slowly it starts to walk towards the bed, it's skin vibrating like the ripples in a river.
I feel a shudder start in my chest and echo down into my core as the air turns cold as it comes closer, unaware of the effect. It reaches the side of my bed and stops, before reaching out its fingers to set them against my thigh in a non-perverse action. I swallow in anticipation at how tortuously soft its touches are. I can't bring myself to fear this harmless thing that's been my walking melatonin inducer, can't even begin to feel anything other than this growing knot of arousal despite the objection of my shame. I see its hands clearly in the orange light: no fingernails, just wispy ends like a flame. It smells like an icebox, but also comforting, like the inside of my closet; dust, laundry detergent, and books. It runs into the crevasse of my inner thigh, probably unassuming to it having such an arousing effect. I spread my leg open on instinct, my quickening heartbeat pounding in my sex in excitement of such close proximity with its cold fingers. It tilts its head down at me in fascination. I look up at it from under my eyelashes, curling my toes and lifting my hips a little so that its fingers accidentally brush against the fabric of my night shorts. It seems to take it as an initiative to further its physical appraisal because it crawls into the bed.
Despite it's huge stature, it barely makes an indentation on the mattress. It looks like a right beast crouched with its shoulders hunched over. It curls over, its left knee against its chest, and begins to shamelessly runs its hands over my legs again, stopping ever so often to look up at me as though making sure I was still okay with it. "W... arm," it whispers hoarsely, the soothing, yet haunting sigh of its voice sending chills up my spine. I scoot closer to it, bending my knees, its hands limply pulling away as it shuddered, clearly unnerved by how close I was. I reach over and tentatively run my hand against its chest, feeling the smoothness and firmness like rock. It trembles uncontrollably in an excited fashion, smoke shaking off its vibrating body in messy curls. "Do you like that?" I ask curiously, unable to ignore the swell of pride in my chest at its strangely adorable reaction. It ducks its chin in a perfunctory way, and snakes it's hand over mine, pressing it harder against its chest, in response, a quiet blowing sound emitting from no known orifice. I continue the travel of my hand down the smooth contour of its chest, lower and lower, tracing the mound of muscle of its abdomen. I let my fingertips settle on the divet between the end of its abs and the swell of its pubic area, shifting into perverse curiosity.
Its broad shoulders fold over and smoke hisses off even more, like disturbed dirt. Flattening my fingers against the area where a human male's cock should be, a protuberant mound like a Barbie doll. A sharp whistle cries out in appreciation, before turning into a low humming like a car left on added with the muffler oozing gas. I smirk and bite my lip as its body convulses and it opens its thighs to allow me easier access. It throws its chin back to reveal its mouth for the first time. It's a slit across its face like a dog, a long wild tongue coils out of its maw in a loose ebony ringlet as though it were panting to match, jaw unhinging widely to reveal a collection of overcrowded fangs like upside down pear-shaped onyx gemstones coinciding with its dark complexion.
I pinch my fingers together, pressing my fingertips flat into the area to massage it in a circular motion, exerting a considerable amount of pressure in my excitement. The experience is foreign; rubbing a smooth hardened area to get the monster off. But as I continue my rapid massage, the waxen plot expands, like molded clay. Until an artificial cock emerges, just as monstrously intimidating as its host. It drips small puffs of smoke in loops out the top of the head, like some abstract version of pre-cum. The base isn't veiny like a human's, but smooth, the shaft sinewy and hard. I shudder at the sight of it, awed by this strange thing, and enjoying the alien texture as I wrap my hand around it and gently squeeze. I push forward onto my knees, tucking them in under me as I scoot closer in between the enigma. One of his long legs is bent lazily on one side of me, tilted open, the other hanging over the side of the bed. He leans backwards on his elbows as I quicken my pace, occasionally swiping a thumb over the tip to clear the string of smoke flowing out of it. And when I drop my head down to suckle the mushroom-shaped tip into my mouth, pursing my lips around it before opening and rolling my hot wet tongue over the sleek skin, then running the smooth underside of my tongue over the smoky discharge, he whistles in a decibel so high the neighbor's dog starts its howls again.
He bucks his hips into my hand, his cock throbbing in my hand like in one of those cartoons. I pull away from his cock and smile smugly, teasingly slowing my pace to a stop until he stops his wild humping and stares at me with what would probably be a pouting expression. "Needy, aren't you?...First time?" I ask devilishly, enjoying his desperate little twitches into my loose grasp that he attempts to stop. He says nothing, his expressionless face simply looking at me in response before he pushes off his hands and leans forward into me, his size terrifying, especially swollen burly with muscle. He pulls his unfurled leg from the floor and matches it in the position of the other, around me, as he pulls me into him by the hips. He looks down at me in the silence, before pressing his mouth area into my lips sweetly. I'm struck dumb as I feel his tongue dart out and wetly trace the outline of my lips, before withdrawing. My surprise quickly diminishes as I close my eyes and lean up into his mouth, opening my lips to grant his tongue entrance.
He tastes the inside of my mouth, pressing into the soft tissue of my cheek a moment before it entwines around my tongue, clicking his razor-sharp teeth against my own. I enjoy the absolute closeness of him, pushing forward and reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck before he slowly pulls away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. He backs up and moves his hands from my hips to my thighs, lifting my rear up gently so that it's perched in his lap. When the thick of its cock is only a few inches away from my clothed sex is when he slides his fingers into the hem of my shorts and looks up at me in question. I push myself slightly into his cock, encouraging him to remove them. He runs his hands up my body before running them back down my sides until his thumbs hook under the elastic of my shorts and underwear, slowly pushing them down to my knees, never breaking contact. I lift my legs up as he pulls them off completely, the cool breeze on my newly exposed parts sending shockwaves of pleasure through my sex.
I chew on my bottom lip and watch him through my eyelashes. He opens the gape of his own mouth and lets his tongue slither out like some biblical serpentine metaphor for the lustful sins it were about to commit. He moves with unhurried grace and speed, descending his head in between my legs; the distance taken is astonishing as he lifts the lower half of my body up with surprising strength so that his mouth can reach me, determined to show me what he learned.
I feel his cold tongue prod my clit, rolling and pressing it with the tendril. I jerk my hips forward into his mouth. Not able to grab onto his head because of the distance, I settle on curling my fingers tightly around the sheets. "H-oly...shit," I gasp out, furrowing my eyebrows upwards and letting my mouth fall slack in a mute pleasure. He traces my slit with the tip of his tongue, swirling and flicking with brute force as though he weren't a novice to the pleasure of a human.
Before seeping his tongues back in between my folds, swirling around in my arousal to taste me. He prods my entrance, dipping slowly into me. I clench the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white with strain, my face twisted in pleasure mid-moan.
I feel my body shake, waves of lust coursing through me as I try to breathe through the pulsating bliss. His tongue lengthens completely inside me, first reaching so far it grazes my cervix then shortening to curl, hitting my G-spot. My toes press into my feet as the pleasure explodes through me, shattering me into a million pieces. I cry out and lift my feet onto each of his shoulders, pressing my toes so hard the nails graze his skin."F-uck!" I whine out, my eyes tearing up in pure unbridled ecstasy. He pulls his tongue out of me with a wet pop like a suction cup, only to slam it back into my with an unforeseen ferocity. It all builds up into this aching pulsating ball inside me, all my muscles tensing, my insides tightening around his tongue. I freeze, breath stifling and eyes rolling back into my head as an orgasm washes over me. He doesn't stop his violent lovemaking with his tongue, grabbing my hips and trying to take as much of me into his mouth without accidentally biting me.
My back arches as I let my hands lay limp around my head. I come down from my high, the monster slowly pulls his tongue out, giving me a final swipe up my sex as he straightens his back to its full length, hovering over me like a skyscraper. I must look like a mess; panting, chest heaving, cheeks flush, and strands of hair sticking to my sweaty forehead. He tilts his head again, reaching over to lightly stroke my cheek, over my heaving chest, and down my tummy before laying down onto me, putting most of his weight onto his elbows as to not crush me. He curls his back so that his face is in mine (barely), slipping his tongue between my lips as he wraps his hands in the pits of my legs, bending them to my stomach as far as they can go with my wet sex pressed against his stomach. We continue kissing for a few minutes, I slip off my shirt and wrap my arms around him, his chest pressing lightly against my nipples to create a delicious stimulation. His hand slides over to fondle my breasts in between his hands, kneading them like dough, before rolling the swollen nubs and reaching his tongue down to swirl around the bud. After a minute of this, he slips his other hand down in between my thighs and with slow strokes in my wetness for lubrication, pushes a finger inside me. I arch my back up, pushing my hips down as I slowly ground my sex against his hand, shoving my mouth back against his as I moaning into his throat.
I buck my sex into him furiously, signifying his finger isn't enough. He pulls his finger out and places it back in the divet of my leg, as he lines himself up in between me, folding his legs in half under him. He slowly pushes into me, leaning back over me to study my face and see how I react. I press my lips together, muffling a small grunt as his large girth stretches me. "A...Am I...hurting...you?" He asks evidently concerned as he cocks his head. I look up at him, smiling, "No, no, it's okay...just...a little big," I laugh. He stares back in response and then affectionately wraps his hand on the top of my head and around my waist, pulling in my body, small compared to his giant one. His chin is pressed against the side of my head, muscular body protective around my own. He's slow and sweet in its thrust, allowing me to get used to his size as it pushes deeper and deeper inside me, until at last it's to the hilt, nestled as far as he can go, that he stops. Waiting until it feels good for me. I buck up my hips and whine a bit, "More!" He listens and begins his sweet fuck. Slowly rocking back and forth, each swing forward slamming inside me in a way that feels like I'm tingling all over, pulling out almost all the way before slamming it back in.
I clutch his back and moan freely into his stomach. The room is filled with the sounds of my heavy breathing, his windy coos of appreciation, and the lewd wet slaps of flesh on flesh.
The familiar wave of euphoria builds up quickly inside me, a hotness so vehement I clench my teeth to quell the rushing of blood in my ears, and it crashes even quicker, my moans in unison with his rapid thrusts. I feel him tense above me and shake violently, like sand sifting through open hands. His skin so pleasantly cool against my hot burning flesh. He emits a broken whistling, as though choking on his saliva, and spills a liquid inside me so cold it was like Icy Hot gel shoved inside of me. I squeeze my thighs around him to make the feeling last as long as possible, squeezing so hard as though I could morph his body into mine to create some abominable ball of pure unfiltered pleasure.
His muscles relax as he curls over me to put all his weight on his front hands, stomach heaving in exhaustion. After a minute, when both our breathing has regulated, he slips off the bed to leave. I immediately sit up to grab onto its hand and jerk it towards me. "Stay? Please?" I ask, doing nothing to hide the desperation in my voice. He does nothing but turn his head to stare for a while and then look down at my hand pathetically clutched around his. My stomach churns and I feel my face flush, nervous that I'd made an idiot out of myself. I slowly drop his hand and place it on my knee, looking at the floor awkwardly. But then he tilts its head (for the thousandth time) and placidly approaches the edge of the bed, leaning down to pinch my jaw in between his fingers and kiss me in his messy animalistic way, before setting his knee onto the bed and then the other, deepening our kiss. Until he's back in the bed with me, trapping me in a cage of his limbs, and finally breaking our kiss as he turns to his side and holds me into his body in such a passionate need, "I...won't go...if you...don't want me to." The faint of his humming consoling me into a peaceful slumber.