House of Monsters

by Penn Cassidy

What a normal person would have done in this situation was get up and leave, maybe even kick out a foot at whomever broke into their house to eat them out. Except I’d never claimed to be a normal person, and to be honest…this wasn’t exactly my weirdest Saturday night.

What the fuck was I doing? He was sexy in a forbidden cryptid sort of way, but damn, this wasn't smart.

“Your pleasure walks hand in hand with your pain, which makes you a delicacy to savor for as long as possible. I fucked you because I crave your flesh just as much as your misery, and I plan on sampling it again.”

My face was probably flushed, but it wasn’t because of Chris and his tacky suit. It was because there was a shadow monster under the table eating my pussy like it was the last meal he’d ever have.