Oh It Is Monstrous, Monstrous | Chapter 2 |Femme Reader
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You yelped as he leapt from the top of the pyramid to the ground next to you. You were never prepared for the suddenness they all moved with: they way that the physics you knew and adhered to didn’t seem to phase them. He landed feathersoft without a sound, but you still felt the impact of the leap. It made no sense, but in your blissed out state you were too uncaring to question it. All you felt was that heady warm glow of being pleasantly satisfied.
And the hungry urge that Harlequin always inspired; of wanting more.
He loomed over you and trailed his tongue over bite marks you hadn’t even noticed Pierrot had left on your neck. He’d been buried there while he fucked into you. His teeth clamped so lightly that they wouldn’t cause more pain than the pleasure that was drowning everything else out.
“Selfish of you two,” Harlequin said with a leer that spoke of his retribution for being denied his favorite spot to mark. “He marks you, you comfort him, and I’m left leaning over the barrel as it were.”
He invaded your space. His movements were always an invasion, even when you welcomed them. You shivered with anticipation as your heavy limbs fought your instinct to scramble backwards. You moved. Slowly.
He loved the chase too much for you to stay still.
“Don’t be jealous,” you teased.
His eyes flashed with that green intensity that reminded you too much of poison.
“I won’t be for long,” he cooed.
And then he pounced. You rolled off the crate, scrambling to your feet in the dirt and hay as you laughed a terrified feral laughter. He could catch you easily. You knew this. He knew this.
But that wasn’t the point.
You ran, straight into the middle of the ring, glad that Pierrot had let the tent flap fall closed behind him. Jester and Ticket Taker would be so mad if they saw you, sprinting nude through the tent. The thought of their disapproval alone spurred you on. Faster. Faster. Your feet were flying and you forgot the exhaustion in your cum smeared limbs.
Until the truck that was Harlequin’s body pinned you to the throwing target.
His heavy breathing against the back of your neck wasn’t from exertion. And the cold claws that dug into your shoulders weren’t encased in the gloves he wore for civilities’ sake. He’d stripped off his disguise to take you. He’d had enough time as you ran yourself ragged straight towards a bullseye target to strip and then chase you down. He’d caught you so easily.
The thought sent your blood thrumming with adrenaline to all of the wrong places. And that was how he liked it.
“I told you that you would move. You’re so pretty when you run,” his tongue trailed over your spine, chasing the wave of goosebumps that his words elicited.
Your chest heaved against the target, the rough surface scraping your nipples.
You heard the shift of the knife as he picked it up off the ground. His claws were so much more terrifying. Sharper. Deadlier. But he picked up the knife and held it to your cheek.
“Say ‘ah’,” he instructed.
You pushed back against him, felt the whole of him against you. Felt the way he curled to encase your body. Felt his dripping monstrous cock along your thigh. He took the opportunity that your half-hearted escape attempt provided to catch your hands in his claws and pin them to the top of the target.
“Don’t make me tie you like one of Pierrot’s accessories,” he threatened, his voice full of light and enjoyment.
“You wou-”
As you argued he put the blade between your teeth. You grit your teeth around it, stopping it from going farther back, from slicing the corners of your mouth into a bloody smile.
“There’s a good doll,” he purred.
With one hand still pinning your wrists, he used his free hand to roam down your naked body. Stroking and pinching and scratching. You felt his cock twitch with every red line his claws carved into your skin. Felt his growl of satisfaction each time you whimpered and flinched. When he got to your slit and to the cum dry and sticky on your thighs, he snarled. A monstrous, villainous, threatening sound rattled you to your bones.
He scraped your thighs, clawing off the remnants of Pierrot’s cum staining you and drawing up thin red lines of blood where he dug too deep into your skin.
You writhed under his touch.
“Stay still. There’s still a blade to cut yourself on,” he growled. “And we wouldn’t want to disappoint poor Pierrot with your death.”
You whimpered, part from the lack of care that Harlequin showed you and part from the desperate and raging need in your core. He dipped the tips of his claws into you and you moaned deep in your throat. He was so careful not to cut you there. Not to ruin you. You felt the strain in his shaking claw clenching your wrists. You felt how hard he was trying not to tear you to pieces. He wanted to so badly.
It was part of the fun.
“You leaked him all out while you ran from me,” he laughed in your ear. “What a shame for Pierrot. I’ll get to claim you. All mine. All-”
He shuddered away the rest of his sentence as he tugged your hips back and thrust into you.
You clenched your teeth so hard you could hear the knife between them. Hear the metal that shredded against your teeth. You could taste your own blood as Harlequin bottomed out in you immediately. He sank into you without pausing or teasing.
And it felt so good. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he lifted you higher to thrust you up and down on his cock, using you like the good human cocksleeve he needed. And he praised you for it.
“So good, taking me like a little doll. Like a thing meant to be used. You are meant to be used by me. You're mine to be used.”
He snarled the last sentence so hard you felt his words in your bones. You squeezed down around him and felt him tugging on you even as you gripped him so hard you couldn’t move. The bulging barbs of his cock tugged on the inside of your cunt, dragging your orgasm out into desperate shaking releases. When you were so spent that your entire body went limp and the knife fell from between your teeth he leaned forward.
The target board fell under you as he took you to the ground, as he hunched over you like a beast with his mate. He rutted into you, his claws digging into the dirt floor and carving gouges that you knew he wished were in your skin.
You whimpered, a whining little tone as you arched you back, lifting your hips higher to take him deeper. You could feel him in your throat, in your heart. The racing beat of your pulse was so strong you thought it was going to break through your skin.
“Mine,” he growled as he bared his teeth, drool and green tongue sinister in your fuzzy peripherals. The edges of your vision were going black as he fucked you nearer to your next orgasm. “All mine.”
You whined as he slammed into you and your arms gave out. His teeth gripped around your shoulder, holding you in place while he slammed into you. While he fucked you so deeply you could only hear his ragged breathing and a ringing in your ears. You only saw green swirling in an endless black void.
When you came to he was putting his disguise back on, adjusting his mask and hat carefully into place. He knelt next to you and slid a hand under you, ignoring your complaints to roll you over.
It stung, whatever scrapes he’d carved into your legs and your back, as you sat on the target board.
“You’re leaking,” he commented, amused.
You weren’t sure if he meant cum or blood.
“Let me help you with that.”
He moved your hands to grab the horns still visible through his hat, making you sit up with your new freely bleeding bite off of the dirt. You held onto him so tightly that your knuckles went white, using him to hold your weight from falling back. With his gloved hand he pressed his fingers against your puffy slit. You whined at the offense of him being so close but not filling you, earning his laughter once again. And then he bent his head to lick along your swollen clit. You spiralled immediately, so oversensitive after his aggressive mounting and Pierrot’s treatment of you that you were just a single flick of Harlequin’s tongue away from orgasm. As your cunt began to spasm, Harlequin shoved his fingers inside of you, pushing his cum deeper into you.
“Mine,” he growled against your clit before he wrapped it in his tongue, curling around it and sucking in the way he knew would make you scream.
You screamed his name and felt him nearly purr with pride as he plunged his fingers deeper inside of you. It was clear, he wasn’t fucking you on them. He was using them to stain you with his cum, to mark you further than the bite on your shoulder would. He was using them to make you keep his cum now that he had made sure that none of Pierrot’s had stayed.
He needed to smell that you were his. Needed to see that you were his. Hear that you were his. He needed to experience his ownership of you with every sense at his disposal.
He licked the dribble of cum that leaked past his fingers and spat it back onto your cunt, massaging it in with his thumb.
He held you like that, smearing as much of his cum leaking out of you onto your skin until you were saturated with it. And he made you sit up and watch him the entire time. When he spelled out his name in the sheen of his cum on your stomach, when he bit gently on your clit so that you would cum around his fingers again, when he thrust a third finger into you because two weren’t enough to stop you from leaking.
“Such a well used fuck doll, you need so much filling. I’m here, I’ll help you. We can’t leave our good doll so empty. Unclaimed. Just anyone could swoop in and steal you.”
His growl turned feral at the thought, his fingers curling into claws that nearly hurt until you whimpered at him.
“You’re mine.” He growled it with such a ferocity that you couldn’t do anything but shiver and agree.
Wesdewen village was your home and the only one you ever knew until the plague hit. In order to keep the family safe your father moved everyone away to a town far up north, that is everyone but your dear grandmother. Your family urged her to come with them but she said she needed to stay behind. Years pass and the once plagued village is now recovering. You receive a letter from your grandmother asking you to come down and visit now that it's safe. With the blessings from your mother and father you venture back to your childhood home. You grandmother is overjoyed to see you and the both of you play catch up for the next few days. After you settle in your grandmother catches a cold and has to rest for several days. She seems nerve wrecked and upset having to be bedridden and when you finally calm her down enough she decides to finally tell you why she had to stay behind.
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"I'm telling you I'm fine." your grandmother mumbles as she swats your hand away. She's been bedridden for the last few days stricken with a terrible cold. You've been doing all you can to make her comfortable and help her recover but she's been uneasy since this morning.
"You don't sound fine to me." You hold her hand gently as you use your other to feel her forehead. "And you're still burning up."
She scoffs and wriggles in her bed dissatisfied with your care and her current health. "I have things I need to be doing right now! This is no time for me to be lying about!"
Your family mentioned that your grandmother stayed behind when the plague ravaged the village years and years ago. She insisted that she had important work to do and she'd rather die than abandon her post. You asked your parents time and time again what exactly her job was only to get run around answers like "we'll tell you when you're older" or "maybe one day you can ask her". The question all but faded over time but it seems to be resurfacing now.
You take a seat at the end of her bed and straighten out your dress several times over with nerves. "What is it that you need to do?"
Your grandmother looks at you with utter disbelief as if you just smacked her in the face. She opens her mouth to speak several times, her eyes darting and batting, unable to properly comprehend the question you asked. "They never told you?" she gawks. "Not your mother or father? Neither of them said anything?" her voice is shaky and her wrinkly hands quiver as she clings to the bedding.
"No, they just told me I might find out one day but that's it." you shrug.
She looks towards the window as if her answers lay beyond it. She lets out a few breathy sighs before calming herself. "I see, so they've given up on them....bah!"
You jump a little when she smacks the bedding in rage. "Given up on who Nana?"
"The guardians..."she crows, her voice cracking.
You sort of remember hearing about the guardians from your mother when you were much younger. She said that there were two Fae guardians who protected this village and stayed in the forest nearby but that's it. "The Fae ones? But what do they have to do with you?" you ask.
Your Nana shakes her head and beckons you closer. "Because our family has been keeping tabs on them for over five generations now."
Your mouth hangs open in disbelief and your Nana chuckles. "They are less of guardians these days and more like glorified prisoners, especially that Darragh."
"Prisoners?" you look at her confused.
"They are bound to the forest surrounding this village. Darragh is confined to the heart of it while Oisín can roam freely. In the texts passed down by our ancestors it is said that they were bound here for a crime they had committed though there's not much information on that and neither seem to want to speak on the subject." she answers, in a matter of fact.
"You talk to them?" you manage to ask, though honestly at a complete loss.
"Sometimes, mostly to Darragh. He gets lonely the most being stuck to one small part of the forest for so many years. Oisín though, I talk at him!" she puffs her face.
You raise a brow and when you ask just what she means by that she stops you with a hand. "But that's not important. No not at all. If you won't let me out of this blasted bed I'll need you to go to them for me."
She lifts up her hand and flicks it ever so slightly and you hear the sound of boxes and papers moving around. You turn and see a small wooden box floating towards you, the lid slowly inching off as it settles into your lap. "Tonight you must visit Oisín and keep him company with a small feast. I will instruct you when and where I can but this must be done." she states.
"I don't know..." you stutter, lifting the small book out of the box. You thumb through the old pages and find lists and dates and strict and strange rules on conversing with the Fae, the oddest being that you can't tell them your name.
"It's a lot I know." your grandmother lets out a long winded sigh. "I've been at this for years my dear and so too did your mother until she had you. I might not be able to do this anymore but you can. You're young and-"
"What is it exactly that I'll be doing!" you yell, tired of her vague answers.
She places a hand over her heart, clearly startled. "I-I told you didn't I? You'll be-"
"Keeping tabs on them? Keeping them company? What is it that I'm actually going to do?" your face twists.
You grandmother looks off with wide eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry I...It does things to you...to your mind. Being around the Fae folk too long can change you. I'm sorry I'm about to put this on you."
You take her shivering hands in yours, patting them softly. "Just tell me what you've been doing."
"Many things my dear, but at the end of the day I'm just a warden watching over the prisoners. And now it's your turn. Don't let them get too bored, don't leave them be for too long, cater to their silly simple whims, and never, under any circumstance, let them know your name." she catches your face in her hands, her old tired eyes stern as she punctuates that last part.
Your chest feels heavy and your body stiff. This wasn't at all what you had in mind when you came to visit. You were hoping to reconnect and have long chats with your dear grandmother not warden over Fae who had been imprisoned hundreds of years ago.
"Why has our family been doing this?" the weight in your chest turns to a lofty pain that travels to the back of your throat.
"Because we're the last mages in these parts and the descendants of one of the few who captured and bound Oisín and Darragh to the forest." your Nana looked away from you, disgust in her voice.
You drop the box you were holding as you rush out of the room. It was all too much for you and you wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't seen magic happen right before your eyes. Your head is spinning and you couldn't stand to be indoors anymore, cooped up with your grandmother spouting nonsense.
The forest she went on about is right before you and without thinking about it you stomp right on in.
Absolute rubbish! You bang your fist on a nearby tree before holding yourself up against it and sliding down. You recall how your father warned you that Nana is a bit eccentric but you wished he warned you about the level of.
Taking in a deep breath you still yourself and try and relax your tensed muscles, an exercise your mother taught you and one you're starting to wonder if it might be some sort of mage thing since most normal folk in the city don't sit and meditate every morning. You shake your head at that and just try and clear your mind and you're nearly there until you feel a light kick to your shin.
"Falling asleep in these parts isn't a bright idea lass," you look up and see a pale white figure before you, small antlers on either side of his head and piercing red eyes.
You immediately frown at him knowing exactly who he is and feeling sick over it. So Nana isn't crazy...
"Such an ugly face you make," he bends over and snatches your chin before you could move away. "Come now, what can we do to have you smiling and laughing? It's been so long since I've had good company!" he drops your chin and rounds his arm around you, picking you up by the shoulders.
The frown on your face remains as he sets you against the tree, elbow next to your head as he leans in. "You're Oisín are you not?" you ask flatly.
The smirk on his face disappears as he straightens up. "And who's asking? I smell magic on you, don't tell me you're a relative of Maeve?"
"I'm her granddaughter." you say, inching away from the tree.
How on earth does he know her name if she warned me about not letting them have mine? Did she slip up?
Oisín rubs his face in frustration and disgust, shuddering at some sick thought. "Gods she could have warned me another one of you would be watching us."
You roll your eyes and cross your arms realizing you were just a dissatisfied about this as he is. "Nothing's been decided and I just learned about this today."
His red eyes widen as he looks at you, mouth gaping. "You jest with me mageling."
You shake your head and unfold yourself. Oisín gives you a half bow, eyes still on you. "You might be the most interesting one out of them yet."
You bite your cheek in order to keep down some choice words. You had left the rule book at home and you have no idea if cussing a Fae out is worth getting cursed or eaten or whatever terrible things they can do.
"I don't want to do this... " you sigh and turn heel to walk further into the forest, only to get stopped when a pale arm snakes around your waist.
"Today isn't the best of days to venture that way lovely. Wolves and bears, hunters with little care, all looking for their fill of meats to survive. Go no further if you wish to keep your beautiful dress and shift snow white." he whispers right in your ear and chuckles when he lets you go.
You're still as the trees around you after he's inched away. You feel as if he's the exact opposite of what your grandmother was implying as you now feel like he's the one talking at you. "I think I'll be fine." you grimace.
"Thinking and knowing are two different animals lovely." he replies.
You roll your eyes and turn to see that he no longer wore anything resembling a smile. "But that's never really stopped you humans has it?"
That statement hit you right in the stomach. Your head is still spinning while it's processing that this is real, the Fae are real, and your family has been warden to two of them. "Listen I'm just having a hard time believing anything right now... This whole ordeal is giving me a headache."
Oisín walks towards you and you feel oddly intimidated. His pale and delicate figure now exuberating a powerful confidence as he struts up to you. You're frozen in place again when he lifts your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Know this then and your dear grandmother can confirm it, we Fae don't lie my lovely." he drops your chin and takes your hand, lifting up and kissing the tips of your fingers all the while keeping his ruby red eyes on you.
Your heart beat squirmed its way up to your ears and there is no doubt your face looks flustered given how satisfied Oisín looks. You quickly snatch your hand back and he responds with a breathy chuckle. "Oh you are going to be so much more fun than all the others combined."
With that he passes you by, planting one last kiss to your cheek to which you swat at him. With some distance now he gives another bow.
"I do so hope to see you this evening my lovely."
And with that he was gone and left you feeling more confused and frustrated than before. None of this makes sense and the more you thought about it the more you decided you needed to get to the bottom of it. You never liked going into any situation blindly and without all the facts. And although you can't stand the idea of being around him more than you have to, Oisín seems like he'll actually answer some of your questions. Now for your Nana, you know what she's saying is the truth but how much of it is real...
Thinking and knowing are two different animals lovely
He was right of course. So does Nana think that this is right because she was made to believe it or because she knows this is right. You want to... no you need to know what's going on here and there's only one to find out.
Okay, please jesus! There’s this one terato story that I read a while ago and i’ve spent like two hours trying to find it because I liked it so much and I just remembered it again....i wanna read it again.
It was about a girl who got a job for a bee alien space ship because they had to lay eggs or something in a queen or whatever and humans are the closest things
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Incubus
Pairing: Attuma x Okoye, Incubus!Attuma x Witch!Okoye
Story Summary: Okoye works hard for her coven. She's loyal to her coven sisters and patient with her students. But—on her night off—she gets an urgent call from one of her senior students about the summoning of a demon. Not knowing what mess her students have gotten her into, Okoye has to find a more creative way to send the creature back to where he came from.
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Okoye's meddling students summon an Incubus from another dimension and now she has to contend with its hunger.
This is my contribution to @theattoyearchive's 2023 Attoye Kinktober Event 💖💙
Warnings: 🔞EXPLICIT SEXUAL !! 🚨READ THE TAGS !!🚨Teratophillia, Terato, That means Monsterfucking, Human/Incubus Romance, Sex Demon Shenanigans, Cunnilingus, Inappropriate Use of Magic, Explicit Language, PIV Sex,
🦇Happy Halloween Fellow Heathens!👻
Angry wasn’t the correct word for what Okoye was currently feeling. Something more eloquent and violent like ‘furious’, was much more accurate. She gripped the steering wheel with enough force to make the leather creak as she slowed to turn left into a few rows of warehouses. When Inyanga—one of the intermediate members of her coven—had called to enlighten her about the situation at hand, she was told that the location she was looking for would be the warehouse on the right, closest to the harbour.
Okoye was going to kill the obstinate young witch! And Aneka, Shuri and Riri too! They would all be reprimanded for this based on the inconvenience alone!
Okoye had finally gotten time to herself for the first evening in nearly a month, and in the middle of her freshly drawn bath and soothing candlelight, Inyanga called with an emergency. Okoye had let the calls go through to voicemail the first two times, but a third call meant it was urgent. The recounted tale had her up and out of the water in an instant, hurriedly urging the younger witch to stay put and not call anyone else.
Especially if that ‘someone else’ turned out to be Madame Ramonda.
If the sharp-eyed coven mistress heard anything about what was going on tonight, it would be more than just a few young witches with their asses on the line. As the priestess overseeing their tutelage, Okoye would also be held responsible for any of their mischief.
As her car slowly swung a right and pulled into the fenced-off area around the harbour, her headlights hit the four young witches huddled together near the gate. The light gleamed off the metallic sheen of the various jewellery they wore. It caught the frightened shine of Riri’s eyes when Okoye shifted her car into park. She turned the engine off, and the area was immediately blanketed into darkness. There was no moon in the sky and the streetlights were far and few between. However, Shuri was holding her phone’s flashlight; it cast an eerie silver-blue glow on the limited area it could reach.
Okoye took a deep, slow breath. She was incredibly angry, but she was still a priestess of the Dora Coven. She was here to provide protection and guidance—she needed to stay level-headed. She rose from the driver’s seat with a straight-backed grace and turned her unhappy focus on her charges. All four of them flinched when the door slammed closed behind her. It had shut soundly with an absent wave of her hand.
As her two senior students, the priestess’s eyes honed in on Aneka and Inyanga first. “What have you done?”
Story idea: Someone makes Monster's Inc, but they no longer scare children, instead they go on dates and one night stands with humans to get energy for the company 😈
Please please recommend your favourite monsterfucker romance authors, I've been reading some wonderful books lately and now I'm facing the prospect of trying to find the gems in romance land again, and just. Help.
Authors I love that have written great monster books: Talia Hibbert, DN Bryn, Katee Robert, CM Nacosta, Taylor titmouse 💖
