Once again, she was losing her mind. From the moment she'd been sent to this repulsive, non-human realm, she'd lived by contradiction alone.
She moved slightly and ran a lazy hand over his back, which was even wider than she'd seen the day before and even more muscular.
Raising his head to check that she was following his movements, he smiled carnivorously, then hugged her tightly, and she thought no more. He prepared her with perfection, first with his fingers, but when he lowered his head to this, the moistest part of her anatomy, the young woman tensed.
She shook her head as she gasped, launching at him almost shyly.
"I'm not ready."
"Leave me alone and you'll be fine."
What else could she do, but accept? And his words were an euphemism. She wasn't feeling well. She felt soaring, carried away beyond the world. They'd only made love the second time and they'd already come to this. At one point, she tried to escape this torture, so new and incredible, but he tightened his steely embrace around her, and she could only endure, helpless and sick with shocking sensations, this assault she'd only ever imagined in a dream or through an erotic film.
The bubble that swelled and swelled, invading her belly, finally burst and she let out a wild, liberating scream.
She thought she'd faint, but it wasn't over. Of course, it wasn't over.
Her bestial lover took her in his arms and lifted her onto him. "Make love to me."
She understood what he was going to do, but that didn't stop her from trembling with fear.
But she soon realized she had no reason to panic. She was still a novice, but her lover undoubtedly was not.
Gently, but inexorably, he sat her down on that erect member just waiting for her. He knew how to do it easily. A member which, she thought, reminded her strangely of good warm bread, but had the hardness of a steel rod. There she went again with her poetry. She would never eat another loaf of bread without remembering this moment. In fact, it was simply impossible to ever forget such moments.
She'd swallowed him whole, now he was ordering her to ride him. And so she did. They took turns dominating the cadence.
Her mind wasn't sure what she was doing, but her body was. Her mind was too overwhelmed by all the new sensations her body was craving.
Sometimes it was he, holding her firmly by the waist, sometimes it was she, her head bobbing from side to side in order to cope with this random and desperately ardent cadence.
He slapped her bottom a few times, but stopped when he noticed she was feeling a little lost. To punish him, she tightened around him, making them both laugh and change rhythm. Close to the end, moving against each other at breakneck speed, they fought for fun like mad to impose the final rhythm, a battle the beast obviously won. The orgasm was dazzling. The young woman, her head thrown back, her nails digging into her lover's hard flesh, tensed up, biting her lips almost to the point of bleeding, before falling on top of him, breathless, as if drained of all energy.
He had arched his back, too, and came inside her.
Who would have thought that she had all these needs, this insane desire, this sensational joy, and this ability to give and receive.
It was a different kind of magic. It was incomparable. And it wouldn't have been the same with anyone else, whoever they were. She simply knew.
And not to know that, not to know him, would have been the most…loss.
They remained entwined for a moment, then Nicole sighed and stood up.
"Is it morning yet?"
Nicole didn't understand his hesitation or the slight veil that passed over his eyes, which seemed genuinely disturbing.
"Yes, you could put it that way."
"Then you know what I'm going to ask you now."
"Always ask."
"You know this is all well and good!" she began, pointing with a circular gesture to the ravaged bed. "But now I have to go home. My family must be worried."
"Or you can stay for a few days and I'll bring you home safe and sound."
Nicole considered the proposal, looking around vaguely. They were standing on a gigantic bed that could have accommodated at least seven people. No wonder they could afford such devastating acrobatics. She blushed at her own thoughts. As for the bed and them on it, they were in a vast room with gray walls etched with shifting black drawings. Most of them depicted fantasy stories that were totally incomprehensible to her. It was a good thing there was no sound, because as well as being strange, they were bloody. And to think I'd made love in this setting, Nicole thought, not believing her audacity, and taken such pleasure in it that no words could describe it. Besides, yesterday she'd done it just after surviving a chaotic and equally bloody chase.
She thought carefully about her first, but incomparable, lover's proposal, and finally shook her head. She knew she'd never have another lover like him, but more importantly, she'd never meet another man like him. Which was precisely why she preferred to leave. If she stayed even one more day, she'd be so attached to him that she wouldn't want to leave.
She already was, but it was still curable.
After the incident she'd experienced a few minutes before being hurled into his kingdom, she didn't even have time to think about it or suffer, for what she'd experienced in that shadowy realm was so much more thrilling, so much more that it obliterated everything else. But it has to end as quickly as it began.
She was human and her life was among humans.
"I can't." she declared gravely, supporting the brilliant gaze of her first lover. "I'd like to go home please. Help me."
The beast studied her face for a moment, then sighed lightly.
"So be it."
Nicole wished she could cry. No doubt she would have liked him to insist that she stay. But he didn't, and she wouldn't have stayed. So, everything was perfect. It was all over.
She frowned, remembering that her lover had torn off all her clothes in his eagerness to undress and take her. The coat was the work of her pursuers, but the rest…
"Don't worry," said her host, as if he'd read her mind. "I'll lend you something. I believe that in your world, it's impossible to walk naked in the streets, isn't it?"
"And it should be everywhere, not just in mine." She accentuated her words with an eloquent look at his own nakedness. He had risen and was now moving around the room without embarrassment.
Of course, his sternness didn't long resist the burning attraction he exerted on her and the raging desire that, with a single glance, he managed to arouse in her.
Ah, she really had to get away, or she, too, would burn to death.
"No, I slaughtered your pursuers, not burned them."
She let out an exasperated cry. "You really are a mind reader!"
He only laughed at her little outburst.
"No, don't bother."
He left the room, but returned quickly, this time fully clothed, and tossed her a simple, icy-brown ensemble that he said he'd fitted with magic. Nicole untied the clothes and studied them, frowning.
"Are you really wearing that?"
She compared the combat suit he'd just put on to her neutral-colored ensemble with the most dubious cut.
"It's all I have."