Here is part seven to Fucking Monsters, thanks to everyone that has favorited or rated the story, I appreciate the feedback. Feel free to comment at your leisure as well. I finally brought on an editor for this one and at the conclusion of this story, I will upload a single document with the new changes. A big thanks to mistressveronicalove for helping with the edit at a lightning speed
The Himuti turned me around so I faced him, his golden eyes appraised me, starting with my face, down to my neck, and finally resting on my belly. I placed my hands over it instinctively and he sucked in his breath.
His eyes returned to my face and his gaze was questioning.
He knows that I know.
"We cannot stay here," I said, "they will be looking for you and_."
Before I could finish speaking, I was back in the creature's embrace. He bent down and started licking my face, with his long tongue and his tentacles stretched out to caress my back. My heart started racing and I felt content in his arms as he gave me loving attention. I did not ask how he got into my apartment, or how he tracked me here, I just knew there was just something inside me that broke. A tidal wave of relief flooded me and I felt like I was home.
I reached up to stroke his face and his tongue started swirling around passionately against mine. I became increasingly aware of his body pressed against me, and I wanted him inside me desperately.
"Please," I said. Feeling the desire in my body rise, seeming to know what I wanted, he picked me up and took me into my bedroom, as if it was there before. He placed me on the bed and ripped through my baggy clothes and took off my undergarments until I was bare before him. It looked at me with so much passion and lust that I started swooning right there.
"Please," I said.
He crawled over me and started licking my body with his long tongue, while his tentacles circled my breast and started caressing my nipples, and I let out a desperate moan.
"Please," I said for a third time, urgently.
"Jasmine," He said, causing me to pause and look into his golden eyes. His voice was a growl and his words came out slowly but it was my name.
"Say it again," I said excitedly.
"Jasmine," he said, this time using his tentacles to part my legs. One of his tentacles entered me slowly and I tried pushing my hips up to meet it but his arms pinned me down. My heart was racing and I needed him desperately, it was uncontrollable the way I felt.
He was driving in and out of me and another tentacle was placed inside my vagina, causing me to throw my head back on the pillow. He started opening me up and my juices began to flow, he was looking at me now, while holding my breast with two tentacles and entering me with another two. I was being filled but I was greedy.
"Kiss me," I demanded.
He leaned in and started kissing me again, and this time I couldn't take it any longer and I reached up and pulled him in. His intoxicating scent was all around me and I felt completely connected to the beast.
I moaned as he penetrated me deeper and I felt myself about to release. The beast stopped his motions and withdrew from me, and before I could protest his long cock thrust into me and I felt my head spin as if I were going into the white space again.
Not again,
I thought, panicking.
But the beast brought me back when he picked up the pace and drilled into me, making me feel warm in my lower regions.
"Yes," I shouted, feeling the heat crawl up to my belly. He picked up his pace, throwing his head back, his sharp teeth exposed and I never saw anything more attractive. I felt all of my worries disappear at the moment; from the thought of being exposed to my pregnancy, to all of my unanswered questions which all melted away under the creature's loving care.
I heard the wet sounds of my pussy as he pushed inside of me, and his
growls were making me heated. My heart was almost out of my chest as he used his tentacles to play with my full breast. Unable to control myself, I let loose and started squirting all over his cock and he threw his head back in pleasure and came inside of me. His golden eyes were on me the entire time and I could not look away. He stayed hard inside of me and started moving again slowly,
Oh my...
________
"Stewart, I thought you said you've contained the situation," said Michael Lane, sitting behind his desk with a look of displeasure on his face. His face was the standard shade of red and his mouth was upturned into a snarl.
"What is wrong, Sir?"
Riley slowly entered the office, unsure what he was responsible for now.
"He asks what is wrong," Michael said to an invisible crowd," this is what is wrong." He pulled up a holograph screen and what Riley saw made his stomach turn. The monster was recorded going through the camper's items delicately picking out what he wanted, before leaping out of frame
.
"As you can see, no harm has been done to us, the beast was just hungry,"
said the girl, who didn't look as docile as Riley remembered.
"The government and those abusers up at TRACE have been lying to us for YEARS,"
she continued,
"as you can see, we are perfectly fine and unharmed...we need to come together and put a stop to this system once and for all. This has been another episode of Bring the Beasts Justice, I am your host, Kendall..."
Michael turned the holograph-screen off with a flick of a button and slammed his fist down on his desk.
"Sir, those campers did not say that they stuck around and recorded the Himuti," he protested, kicking himself for not doing a thorough check. He was too busy trying to find Jasmine to worry about the two dimwits camping when there was a warning about the potential dangers.
"This is not only a PR nightmare, but how are we going to explain eliminating the beast now that there is footage like this circling around," asked Michael, his voice booming across the room and assaulting Riley's ears.
"I'm sorry Sir," was the only word that Riley could find. The thought of being housed in with the Conubens was an unpleasant one so he kept quiet.
"I want that beast caught, and I wanted it caught yesterday Riley," he said standing up from his chair with a paperweight in his hand as if he were about to throw it.
