fem!reader x shadow monster | 2k words
TW: smut, weird c*m, cervix penetration
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“No.” He says it bluntly. There’s no room for argument, especially given what you’re asking of him.
“Ugh, that’s not fair!”, you whine.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me I do,”he says as he paces away from you, trying to lose you in the darker corners of your room.
“I’m gonna turn the lights on!,” you teasingly threaten.
“Don’t even think abou-“
Flick. His once three dimensional body becomes a flat outline on the wall. He can’t talk back like this.
His image stretches to the switch, ready to turn it back off. “Just wait, please!,” you plead, sincerely this time. He pauses. “I know you’re holding back, but I can take it!”
He turns the switch off, his physical body appearing right before you, and embraces you in a kiss. It’s gentle at first, but then you brush your tongue against him, coaxing him to give you more. He rumbles, his long, inhuman tongue slowly being sucked into you, stretching your lips and twitching at the back of your throat. The texture of it slowly becomes rougher, signaling his control slipping.
He pulls away before it gets too intense, leaving the both of you feeling a bit dazed. “Every time I’m near you, it takes everything in me not to snap.” There’s a desperate honesty in his voice. “I don’t want it to scare you too much,” his claws hold you tight against him, as if you’ll bolt away at the slightest chance.
You giggle trying to reassure him, “So it’s ok if it scares me a little?”
He leans in to your ear. “More fun for me that way,” his voice is low but playful.
He plants slow kisses down your neck until he’s just above your collarbone. There, he bites down. You wince a bit at his sharp teeth lightly holding your flesh, but melt into him once he starts sucking, shamelessly grinding against him. Quiet moans escape you as he kneads your skin with his mouth. You can feel him getting harder against you. He groans and pulls away to lean on the edge of your bed.
“Come here and get on your knees,” he growls.
You don’t hesitate. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. Tracing your hands from the base to the swollen tip, his cock is already waiting with a big bead of precum. It throbs as you rub the underside.
“So, your dick can get even bigger than this?,” you ask with flirty curiosity. It’s already nearly the size of your forearm.
“Wanna find out?” He’s got a devious little smile, you can just hear it.
Your heart races as you go down on him, easing your way into taking his inches. You focus on his head at first, feeling the muscles of his thighs tense as you lick under his tip. He tosses his head back, groaning, loving the way your mouth stretches around him. You go deeper, desperately trying to take as much as possible. Your whimpers are choked out by the gushes of inky precum that pour down your throat. You only ever come up to swallow some of him.
You want so badly to reach the base, but he’s just so big. He wraps a hand around your neck, feeling his length bulging as it glides in and out your relaxed throat.
“Fuck…you take me so well,” his hand shifts to grab a fistful of hair. “But I know you can take more.”
He pushes you down the remainder of his shaft. Your jaw opens wider than you ever thought possible and you grip his legs tightly to try and brace yourself.
He face fucks you, making you gag on his monstrous cock, slobbering you with a mixture of spit and precum that drips down your chin. His soaked hips buck into you, and his body ripples as it cycles through textures and experiences. He’s smooth and coarse, furred and scaled, hot and cold, soft and spined.
Deep, rasped moans escape from him. His other hand grips onto the mattress, ripping through it. He’s gonna break soon. You can feel it. The bed starts to buckle, giving away as he grows larger, until the frame snaps in two. He makes a gutteral, animalistic sound as you push him closer to that edge, but his cock is getting too big for your mouth. He pulls you off of it, sensing your distress.
You thought that’d be it, that you failed to make him lose control, but he takes one look at your face, his black juices dripping from your mouth, and he explodes.
The edges of his shadowy outline blur into the surrounding darkness and the entire room goes pitch black. He’s no longer in front of you, and it’s eerily quiet. You can’t see a single thing except your own body, but you can feel you’re still next to your bed. You stand up and walk around, arms outstretched.
You bump around trying to orient yourself. It’s as if your bedroom was painted in vantablack, the objects still there, but casting no reflections. You hear something shifting, circling around. Your hands tremble uncontrollably.
Laughter rings in both your ears.
“Are you scared?” His voice reverberates through your body, sounding devilish, excited.
You try to swallow it but the fear is firmly lodged in your throat, “No.”
“Liar.”
He, if you can still even call him a he, swoops you up and pins you against a wall. You aren’t sure how high up you are considering your feet don’t touch the ground. Sharpness pokes at your body from all directions, as if he’s everywhere all at once. You flinch as your clothes are sliced off with surgical precision. You’re unsure if it’s fear or the cool air that makes you shiver. Maybe a bit of both.
What sounds like a wet, drooling maw opens up in front of you. A hot tongue, probably half the length of your body, licks from your belly to your neck.
His voice echos from all around you. “You’re terrified, and yet…,” something large glides between your sopping folds. “So, so ready for me”. He slips it into your slit, and snarls at how eagerly you suck him up. Is that just one finger?!
He curls it inside of you, pressing that sweet spot on the roof of your cunt that makes you squirm around him. You hear large globs of wetness spilling onto the floor. You aren’t sure if it’s coming from his cock or his…mouth. Either option is equally concerning.
He sets you back down to the ground, pulling his finger out of you and shifts across the room. Sticky noises cut through the silence as he tastes your slickness.
The room shakes. “So good,” he breathes heavily. His voice is uncanny, sounding like some twisted amalgamation of humanity, beast, and static.
You yelp when several more appendages, what feel like tendrils, wrap at your arms and legs, suspending you in the air. His breath steams between your legs, giving you goosebumps. Sharp teeth graze against your thighs as his jaw opens up around you. It feels like he could swallow you whole.
Your heart pounds in your ears. The noise is cut by your own squeal as his tongue jams into your tight pussy. It sinks in deeper with every push, pulsing and stretching your pussy against its wet but rough surface. Wiggling is met with the tendrils firming their grip, keeping you open to him.
His tongue traces around your cervix, as if searching for a way past it. When it finds no entrance, it simply insists upon making one, pushing against it, demanding to be let in. The pressure is too intense. You tense up around his tongue and he growls, feeling a conflicting mix of frustration that you’re squeezing him out but also excitement at how tight you’ll be to drain him dry.
His tongue retaliates inside you, pushing back against your walls, forcing them to stay open. The friction is nearly enough to make you come, but you need more, and as if he could read your mind, something starts to lap at your clit.
You huff. “I-is that…?”
He responds with a muffled affirmation.
A second tongue… he gave himself a second tongue. He could probably give you more if you asked him to. Hell, he could probably change into anything he wanted. Fear becomes a fleeting memory as your breaths turn sharper. He sends you climbing until you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
“Fuck!” You’re so close.
He draws out of you.
“No! Asshole!,” you yell, out of breath.
He laughs and catches your fall in one hand as the tendrils let you go, then slams you onto the nearest piece of stable furniture, that being your desk. His hand cushions your body while his dick presses against your tight hole.
“Aww, sorry baby was that too mean of me?,” he mocks.
You clamp your legs shut like a vice. “Go fuck yourself,” you sulk, annoyed at his denial.
“Hmmm, good idea. I’ll save it for later.” It takes him next to no effort to spread your thighs apart even with all your force.
You suck in a breath as your walls stretch around the widest part of his tip. You clench around it, drawing it in deeper, until the head is fully inside. The shaft slides in quicker, making your eyes flutter as it pushes you apart. By the time he bottoms out, you feel like it’s a miracle you haven’t been split in half.
His dick twitches as he speaks, “I don’t like this thing at the back of you.”
“M-my cervix?”
“It’s keeping me from what I want,” he says frustrated.
Before you can protest, he drives one full thrust into you, knocking the wind out of you and sending objects clattering to the ground. Satisfied with the look on your face, he does it over and over again, fucking you dumb and senseless. The initial pained whimpers slowly melt into pleas for “harder” and “deeper” as you learn to take his now massive dick.
“You’re too easy,” he groans, gripping your thighs tighter as he abuses your poor cunt.
Like the bed, the desk too starts to grow less stable, rattling until it collapses. You thought he’d be mad, but his grunt sounds more like amusement than anger. “What was it that you said about me fucking myself?”
Shit. Should’ve known to keep your mouth shut.
He lifts you off the desk and tosses you up in the air, flipping you over face down and catches you in his hand. It wraps all the way around your waist, holding you above the ground.
You brace, knowing what’s coming, as he guides you down the length of his cock like a little fleshlight. This angle hits every nerve inside you. Jagged whimpers crack out of you and every muscle contracts, letting you feel every throb and ridge of his cock.
He fucks you…or rather fucks into you. He tries to go slow but his dick can’t fucking take it anymore. He slams you onto his length like a battering ram, willing your cervix to open up for him so he can go deeper. Your ass bounces for him on each impact, getting coated more and more in the sticky precum that leaks out of you onto his base.
Tears stream down your face as his cock slides in and out of you, bulging the soft flesh of your belly. His grip on you tightens and he growls, loving the way he feels inside his fuck toy.
The pace grows uneven. The head of his cock swells, creating even more friction inside you that has you arching you back in his hand. You’re close again and he can tell. He doesn’t hold back this time, driving in powerful thrusts that make your entire body tremble, or maybe that’s the feeling of the room shaking again. He makes guttural, otherworldly moans that sound close to you, as if he’s keeled over from the pleasure.
You shatter all around him. Your soft, squishy walls hold him tight inside you, while your now relaxed cervix dilates for him, practically begging to be filled. He can’t resist the invitation.
He slams what you assume is his other hand to the wall, supporting himself. His head spears inside your womb and spews cum with so much force, it makes you cramp. Every pump that rises up his shaft feels like pure ecstasy, extending your orgasm. He thrusts a few times as he oozes, ensuring that it gets in deep, but the amount is overwhelming. Gallons spill out of you, dripping down your dangling legs and onto the floor.
He huffs, “Good…cocksleeve,” before he slumps over onto the floor, with you still being held on his cock. “Which hole…should I fill next?”
