My Kind of Monster

by Lilith Roman

To the woman currently demolishing the walls built around her sinful soul by a society that deemed her wrong. You were bred from fire… it’s time to let the flames burn.

This situation right here is my own personal dirty heaven. The chase, the vulnerability, the lack of consent. All screaming at me in songs of filth and desire.

I'm aware I’m not supposed to get hard when a woman screams in fear or touch her the way I’m touching this one right now. I'm perfectly damn fucking aware. But we’re not in the real world, not now, not ever again. Here, on this mountain, is my world.

that’s the thing when you are like me, when the demons have crawled deep enough into your body and mind that nothing can get them out. You take pleasure from this. Pleasure from the sickest moments. Pleasure from the darkest corners of the human mind. Pleasure from pain.

but how that sound fuels me, how it throws kindling on the fire and the flames burn higher. How I want to pin her against the wall, rip that blanket away from her body, lift her to just the right height and shove my cock inside of her. In one thrust. To the fucking hilt. She has no fucking clue what that sound does to me.

the fight in them is even more appealing. I love it when they scream though. I love the fucking sharp melody ripping from their throats.

No matter what the tongue speaks, no matter how the body moves, the eyes will always tell the truth.

Then I see them... in his eyes, his demons calling for mine. My kind of monster.

the hunter, she is the prey, and this is not a game with rules priorly planned. This is finally the real fucking deal, and my blood boils with sweet anticipation.

I watch the thin strands of blood trickle down her shoulder where I bit her, and I want to lick it off then give her a taste. I want to mix her blood with mine in her pretty fucking mouth. So I do.

She kicked and screamed and didn’t give up for a fucking second. Until I sank my fingers into her seemingly unwilling pussy.

This beast of a man forced himself on me, and my demons gasped. Pinned me down, and my demons shivered. Then bit into my flesh and shoved his tongue, laced with my blood, into my mouth… and my demons sang.

He devoured me like I was his last meal and he had to indulge to the point he licked the damn plate. I should have let him lick the plate.

want to play with her, taunt and tease her. I want to haunt her soul, then help put it back together only so I can break her apart again, time and time again, until she knows that I’m the only one capable of doing that.

I always did love the taste of blood, there is something deeply primal about it.

So I chase it. Chase her. Through the house. Out the door into the freezing night. Through the thick snow.

“You need to move your ass faster and stop rolling your damn eyes, because I swear I will make your ass hurt so bad you won’t have a choice but to stay here.”

I should run, but I know by now that doing that will get me fucked, quite literally, fucked.

Mostly because it’s not the same as the fear she has for me. No, she is terrified of that motherfucker, Adrien, and I’m not having any of that. Some would see this as jealousy, I see it as my fucking territory.

This right here is the moment I realize I am trapped. If I will ever leave this world alive, my soul will not come with me. It will forever belong on this mountain, with him.

when I first looked into her eyes and saw her demons calling for mine, the craving for violent lust was truly fulfilled. Like I finally met both my victim and my match, wrapped in this beautiful, decadent, lustful package.

I know she will run eventually, I will chase her, chase her to the end of the fucking earth, because the siren’s song is addictive and I’m fucking hooked.

Before her, in other women, I could feel the fear and only that, but when Suki screams… I feel everything, every single emotion painted in her songs. Every. Single. One.

“For a man that wants to hurt me, you seem to be saving me quite a lot.” She’s right and isn’t that fucking ironic. “For a woman that keeps running from me, you seem to seek me quite a lot.”

“You’re fucking perfect, Suki, just like this pussy stretched hard around my thick fingers. Fucking perfect…”

My eyes drift to her spread legs and to my cum spilling slowly out of her beautiful cunt, through her folds, towards her plump ass cheeks. I cock my head, lost in this beautiful picture before me, I could fucking frame it and look at it all day… every single day.

For the first time ever, I can see emotions, I can see them in her and she… she is doomed because of it. There is no escape for her now. Not after she birthed this in me, the ability to feel her emotions, to taste them, to be hungry for them.

“And they willingly dance to my melody, because, Suki, this is what they crave, what you crave.” He knows… “Sometimes Suki, sometimes the hunt is unnecessary. Sometimes you don’t even need to set the traps. Sometimes… prey wants to be prey.”

His tongue replaces the blade, but I do not open my eyes. He lingers a little longer than is probably necessary, tasting the sweetness of my blood as the blade comes between my breasts again and I moan low in my throat.

He pulls the hilt out, then slowly pushes it back in until I can feel his warm palm against my pussy. When he pulls back out, I swear I feel like I could come from the sheer idea that he is fucking me with a knife.

She needed to know this, needed to know that no matter what, the monster’s always there. No matter if I treat her nicely or not, the monster will never go away and it will always demand more. And after what I just did to her, I know one thing for sure, she’s more than satisfied that he’s not going anywhere.

I feel like she needs to be here, as controlling and fucked up as that is… she belongs. She belongs to this mountain. She belongs in this world. She belongs to me.

“Why… why keep me here? In some ways you are no better than Adrien. I am your prisoner, even if the dungeon you keep me in is comfortable.” My patience thins, the book now thrown on the sofa. No longer relaxed, I am sitting, rasping at him, spitting out emotions that I cannot hold in anymore. “Why?! What the hell could you possibly gain from this?!”

“You.” And just like that, he opens the door and leaves. That is not the answer I expected. It is short and heavy with meanings that pierce my soul. He gains me.

“You took me… You kill people…” my voice is shaky. “I kill people because I need the blood lust and fulfilling it calms me.

“I took you, Suki, because like a siren you sang your song and lured me in. I took you because your song is the sound I searched for, for over a decade. I hold you because for the first time ever, fear is not the only emotion I can see and feel. I keep you because you… you are the only person that makes me feel human. I keep you because you are not whole yet.”

Well that sounds nothing like the man I know... safe words? Limits? All he seems to do is chase me into uncomfortable situations, test my limits, and make me feel in danger... nothing safe about it. This is why he left... that was not what he craved. This... me, is what he craves. And he still has not found my limits.

need to feed her soul and one way to do it is to feed her passion. A passion she hasn’t been able to fuel since Adrien got her.

I can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever realize that this is where she belongs. I see it, why can’t she?

“Even if he is, I'm not going anywhere. Not without taking you with me. And if I'm here, he's not getting you. He's not touching a hair on your body, Suki, never again.”

I thought it is fear you crave. I thought that's why...” she mumbles. “I can taste fear, Suki. I can taste it in the sound waves and it's fuel for my fucked up soul. Your fear though... it's layered. You're not scared of me, Suki...”

I don't know what this means... I'm not one to believe in fate, but then what the fuck is this?! What the fuck brought her on my doorstep after all these years? What are the motherfucking chances?!

It was an insatiable desire my soul needed. I craved the chase, the fear, but most of all… I craved a monster. “

did not think... he was strong, I was stupid. It got out of hand. It helped though... it helped me. Because the monster I found that night was you, not him. It was always you hunting me in my dreams ever since...”

“You're my banshee, Suki... the siren that sang the only song that ever fueled my soul...

She's my fucking banshee. I bled for her; I branded my skin with her beautiful scream... she's mine. “Niklas…?” “Yes.” “What did you carve on my skin?” I smile. “Your monster.”

“You are mine, Suki. I am your fucking monster and your only nightmare. He has no goddamn place in your mind and no right to haunt your dreams.

I will break him, Suki, break him apart bone by motherfucking bone. I will reach through his fucking throat, pull his heart out and gift it to you.

“This is it for me. I need you to understand it. I will kill for you. I will burn this world to the ground if it means that you will be safe. I will decim...

“You will never let me go, will you?” I ask. “Never... I let you go once, Suki. I’m not sure which gods I have to thank for dropping you into my fucking lap, but I’m’ happy to give them a human sacrifice for it.”