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The creature had been a constant in your entire adult life. Ever since you bought and moved into that small cabin in the woods, for almost 20 years now, he was there. People came and left, friends, family, lovers, they usually didn't stick around, but your creature was always there, in the periphery of your daily life. The first time you saw him he scared you, a towering figure hidden between the trees, with a wingspan that seemed endless. But as weeks went by, he proved to be a good “neighbour” he kept entirely to himself but he'd always check up on you, until you found yourself searching for his glowing, mismatched eyes in the tree line every night.
A few months in, you were out on your porch one night, grilling burgers and for the first time, he stepped out of the forest and onto your property, his nostrils flaring. “Are you hungry?” You asked, putting a burger patty on a plate and slowly walked in his direction. With a quiet warning snarl, he retreated to the woods. With a disappointed huff, you left the plate on the grass and went back inside, peeking through the kitchen window. You looked in mild horror but mostly amused curiosity as he scampered out of the woods again, looking in every direction, before he squatted on all fours and devoured the rare meat, then darted back to safety.
As months went on, you slowly built trust with him. After a while, you could stay on your porch while he ate on the property line, then you managed to stay next to him while he ate, and slowly you coaxed him to your patio table, setting a place for him each night, serving him meat and fruits (you tried veggies but he took it as a personal insult. Pasta and breads were fine but not his favourite). Some evenings he came over smelling of death and rotting meat, and you knew he wouldn't need feeding that night.
One evening, he stumbled out of the trees, thrashing and limping, his wings twitching and his face bearing the look of pain. You rushed over to him with a flashlight and saw the trickle of blood on his hairy thigh. He was panting and grunting, and he snarled and snapped his teeth at you when you tried to get a closer look. “Hey! None of that, okay? I'm trying to help!” You snapped at him, pointing a finger in his direction. He looked at you, his fangs bared, his chest heaving, until he slowly extended his leg to you. He whimpered when you tried parting the hair to get a better look, his leg twitching but he stayed still. It was a sizeable gash, but not too deep, it wouldn't need stitches. You cleaned the wound with saline water and bandaged him up slowly, trying not to startle him. “Here you go, all better.” You cooed as you slowly stroked his thigh in soothing circles. “Thank you.” His voice was otherworldly, like shuffling rocks in a metal bucket filled with mud. You looked at him in stunned silence as he slowly retreated to the woods, limping. You didn't even know he could talk.
Tonight, you were sitting on your front steps, your knees gathered in your arms as hot tears rolled down your cheeks, your contorted face hidden in the crook of your arms. Sobs wracked your body, the side of your jaw still feeling the dull ache of the multiple slaps. You couldn't even remember what triggered this particular fight, only that your lover had crossed an unforgivable line when he hit you. You shoved him out the door, locking it behind him. He banged against it with such force that you were scared he would break through it, until he suddenly stopped.
Your back stiffened when you felt a hand at the base of your skull, your body still in fight or flight mode, until you felt talons scratching softly at your scalp. Your breath hitched when you looked up at your creature, sobbing uncontrollably when you saw his concerned eyes as he sat next to you. “Shh, no cry…” He whispered, softly petting your head and wrapping one of his wings around your shoulders protectively. “Won't hurt anymore.” He said as a clawed finger softly pushed your hair aside, revealing the red mark on your cheek. “Next time he shows up I'm waiting for him with a baseball bat.” You choked out between hiccups. “No… can't hurt. Dead. Taste bad.” He growled, shaking his head. You turned your head to him incredulously, your mouth hanging open. You knew your creature was a predator and you never questioned him, he had a sixth sense when it came to choosing his prey, like he could measure the moral value of people with a single sniff.
Wordlessly, you tilted your head to rest on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. “What's wrong with me, Vee?” You sobbed, pressing yourself into his warmth. “Nothing. Perfect.” He insisted, and when you scoffed, he slipped his talon under your chin to force you to look at him, “Perfect.” He repeated. “You don't mean that.” You breathed out as you shook your head, trying to look away but he held your chin, careful not to hurt your tender skin. His eyes held affection and reverence as his thumb softly stroked your cheek, then slid over your bottom lip. He dipped his head and placed a soft kiss to your mouth. “Lips, perfect.” He said, then pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder. “Shoulder, perfect.” He mapped all of your exposed skin with soft kisses, enunciating the perfection of each inch of you, until a small giggle slipped past your lips.
He then pulled you to straddle his lap, his fuzzy thighs feeling luxurious against your bare legs and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly against him. You buried your face in his chest as you took a long, shaky inhale. You had never been this close to him before, and you were pleasantly surprised when you smelled lilac blooms and honeysuckle. He stroked your back softly through your cotton nightgown, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. It was such a tender moment that you found yourself wondering why you were crying over this asshole, when you had your creature, your Vee, the only one to ever stick around, the only constant in your life. You straightened your back, pulling your face away from the warmth of his fuzzy chest and ran a tentative hand through his black curly hair. “My Vee…” You half smiled, half frowned at him, your voice raw. “My pet...” He answered, his clawed hand resting between your shoulder blades, pulling you to him in a tender kiss.
He never shied away from physical contact, he was a beast after all, not tied down by social constructs, but there was an urgency in his touch, a fervour you had never felt before when his wings wrapped you both in a warm, intimate cocoon. You held onto his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his forked tongue slithering past your lips into your eager mouth. His hand slowly slid down your back, leaving a trail of fire on your skin, delicately feeling the softness of your curves, pressing soothing circles in your thighs, coaxing you closer to him. You broke the kiss and let out a series of small gasps when he rolled his hips up into you, a deep rumble making his chest ripple under you. “Make you… feel better?” He panted, his iridescent eye piercing through you. You nodded fervently, crashing your lips against his, your nails scraping against his scalp as you held onto him. “Inside, though.” You insisted, pulling away from him once more.
He slid his left arm under your thighs and scooped you up like you weighed nothing, holding you flush to his body as he slid your door open, stepping into your kitchen. “The bedroom is upst-oof!” You started but he dropped you on the nearest soft surface; the living room armchair. He was on his knees in a second, clawed hands slowly scraping up your thighs and pushing them apart. He pressed his nose against the gusset of your underwear, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes and started growling softly. Or was he purring?
Before you could tell the difference, you felt his teeth scraping against your skin as he shredded the offending material away from you. He pushed away the tattered fabric and his thumbs rested on both sides of your labia, pressing soft circles against them, slowly parting them and revealing your nub, glistening in the low light of your living room. His nostrils flared and he dove in, licking a long stripe up until his forked tongue slid on each side of your clit, circling it. “O-oh shit.” Your voice wavered, looking as his eyes rolled back and his grip on your thighs tightened, his claws dangerously close to breaking skin.
You were reminded once again of his beastliness when he suddenly pushed you into the back of the chair, tipping it backwards until it collided with the wall as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, devouring you. His tongue was everywhere, licking long stripes along your slit, pushing into you, pressing against your clit, his rumbling breaths sending vibrations to your core. One of your hands clutched at the armrest as the other found purchase in his hair, your head tilting back and your mouth open in a silent plea. He slid his elongated tongue into you, and you came around it, your stomach clenching as he swirled it inside you. You let out a high-pitched whine until you ran out of breath, your legs shaking around his head as he licked you relentlessly, every pass of his tongue a torturous delight.
As pleasure morphed into overstimulation, you pulled at his hair to get him away from you. After resisting for a few seconds, he pulled away, snarling, strings of spit and slick connecting his mouth to you. When he got up, you saw the full splendour of his erection, a red purplish spear coming out of a slit on his lower abdomen, surrounded by thicker black and grey fur. The shape was somewhat human but significantly thicker, and the head was a lot more bulbous. Your eyes widened when you saw it, and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself mentally. “Okay, I'm ready for this but you're gonna have to go slow.” You got up on shaky legs and positioned your self on all fours on the armchair, bracing yourself on the back rest.
You expected him to ravage you immediately but instead you felt his hands on your lower back. He slowly slid your nightgown up and over your head and got rid of your tattered underwear. His mouth followed, leaving not exactly kisses along your skin, more like he took mouthfuls of your flesh without biting, his tongue tasting every inch of you, slowly trailing up your spine. When he got to the back of your neck, you felt his pointy teeth pricking your skin, making you hiss. “Mine.” He whispered next to your ear, kissing and licking the skin right under it and making his way down your neck. Only then did he start pushing into you, the size of his head making your breath shudder. He stopped pushing, letting you adjust to him while his hands roamed your body reverently.
Once your muscles adapted, you pushed yourself against him as he held onto your hips, staying perfectly still, letting you set your own pace. You slowly moved, one inch at a time, until your felt his fur tickling the back of your thighs and he gave the final push, completely sheathing himself inside you. You let out a shaky moan and cursed under your breath. “Good?” He panted behind you and you nodded, closing your eyes, your expression halfway between pain and bliss.
He started moving slowly then and you saw stars. You'd never been stretched this close to your limit and it felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Every push and pull of his cock was sending jolts of pleasure to your whole abdomen, it felt like he was fucking your entire body, making you close your eyes with your mouth hanging open. You were already so close, your fingers digging into the back of the chair when you felt his spaded tail slithering around your torso, pulling you off the chair and into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him, your back pressed against him. Your legs wrapped around his of their own volition, one hand holding onto his ass and the other tangling in his hair.
He fucked up into you mercilessly, the spaded tip of his tail reaching down and tapping against your clit repeatedly until you cried out. You came quickly and hard, loud, high-pitched moans leaving you as you felt your release gushing down your thighs and tears staining your cheeks. He stopped his movements then, pushing into you as deep as you could take him as your walls fluttered around him, his knot slowly inflating inside you. He pulled out of you in a loud squelching noise and turned you around to face him, still holding you up in his arms, his eyes wild, pupils dilated, hair disheveled and grunting with every breath. “Bed?” You asked and you pointed him in the right direction when he nodded, climbing the stairs two at a time.
He put you down on the bed and immediately slid back into you effortlessly. This time you felt it, his knot catching against your entrance, too swollen to be pushed inside. Barely coming down from your first orgasm, he pounded into you relentlessly, pushing your legs up until your knees touched your shoulders. His breath was ragged and his movements erratic, his wings twitching behind him, his tail slicing through the air. Suddenly, with a particular hard thrust of his hips, you felt his knot popping inside you, making you yelp in surprise and he growled loudly, dragging the sensitive bulb inside your walls as he shook. The sudden stretch and pressure sent you right back over the edge and he followed this time. With an ear-piercing snarl, he stilled inside you, his body shuddering as he shot load after load in your dripping cunt. “Oh fuuuuck!” You yelled, your nails digging into the meat of his ass as your whole body spasmed.
He collapsed on top of you, his elbows barely holding him up as his forehead fell in the crook of your neck. His whole body rumbled as he started purring again, peppering your neck, shoulder and chest with soft kisses. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers mapping the back of his neck, the muscles in his upper back, and the top of his wings, making him shiver under your touch. You tried moving your hips to ease the strain on your muscles but you found you couldn't pull off of him, his swollen knot stuck inside, making him hiss.
“Uh…” you started and he wrapped his arms around you, rolling you on top of him to make you more comfortable. “Have… to wait.” He grumbled, his hands pushing against your lower back to encourage you to lie on top of him. You smiled as you watched him, this usually big, scary beast reduced to a loving, purring mess of a kitten. You rested your cheek against his fuzzy chest and sighed contentedly, listening to his rapid heartbeat. No matter who came and went in your life, he would always be there.
Your creature.
Your Vee.