Every Other Full Moon

ANYA 

He comes every other full moon. I can sense when he’s nearby. There’s a shift in the air, like static crackling. It’s well past midnight and I’m normally asleep, but everything clings to me, from my sheets to my blankets. I’m wrapped in a sheen of sweat, my body aching for the heat of his touch, bracing itself for contact. 

Then there’s a cool breeze, a window has been opened and the outside air spills in. The air feels good on my skin, and I stir in my sleep, moaning. Then I open my eyes as silence fills the air. The A/C stops humming. The cars stop rolling. All is eerily quiet, and I feel his presence before I see him. 

Across the room, he stands in the corner, a dark figure with broad shoulders. Sometimes he looks like a man, other times like a beast–burly and rugged, head full of hair. He stands in the shadows, tall, with eyes that glow the same silver of the moon. His eyes are all I can make out until he steps into the light. 

I sit up and hold back a gasp, waiting for him to come closer. Then he steps out of the shadows, shirtless, dark tweed pants hanging low on his hips. No shoes. His eyes glow brighter in the night, and when I see him step into the moonlight, I wait with bated breath. 

He’s just as I remember. Strong arms, covered in intricate inky designs. Large pecs, and a sculpted waist. He tips his head, eyeing me, and I draw in another breath, giving him a simple nod. 

The nod is his assurance and our understanding. It’s his reason to keep moving toward me. I slide back, pressing my back against my upholstered headboard as he stops at the bottom of my bed. Slowly, he unbuttons his pants, his silver eyes still trained on me, and I watch as he does. Pushing them down, he slowly reveals his dick, soft but massive, the tip glistening in the moonlight. He steps out of them and the bottom of the bed dips as he presses one knee on the mattress and then the other. When his hands wrap around my ankles, he drags me away from the headboard, bringing me toward him, and a gasp slips out of me as he pushes my oversized T-shirt up, revealing my lace white panties. 

A deep growl forms in the pit of his throat and his eyes flicker up to mine as he shakes his head. I know what he’s thinking–no panties. He hates when i wear them, but I’m stubborn, plus i love what he does when he realizes i have them on. 

Raising a hand, I watch as his claws stretch and he lowers his hand, pressing it between my thighs. I hold back a moan as he slides his hand up digs one claw into the fabric of my panties, barely skimming the lips of my pussy, and with one yank, he’s ripped them off. I shudder a breath as he tosses them aside, and his claws sink back in place. 

With his eyes on mine, he leans in further, inhaling, sniffing like an animal. He always does this and I’m not sure what it means. He never speaks. Neither of us do. I try and study his actions, and I believe when he sniffs me, he’s checking to see if anyone else has touched me. Has any other man been inside me, but he doesn’t have to worry about that. None have because I’m always eagerly waiting for him.  

Pleased with my scent, he clutches my hips and a guttural groan builds in the base of his throat as he rises to his knees and tilts me up so he’s facing my pussy. I peer up at him, breath bated, as he glares down at me. He brings his face further in, so close I can feel the heat of his lips. He inhales, exhales, runs his tongue over his lips. I’m throbbing at this point, dying for him to take me, eat me. Devour me. I squirm, trying to push my hips closer, and as if he senses my impatience, he finds my eyes again and tilts his head. 

“Please,” I whisper, begging.  

His eyes flash with a silver heat, burning like flames, and that’s all it takes for him to bury his face in my pussy. 

The first thing he goes for is my clit, his thick hot tongue swirling around it, over and over again. I let out a moan that’s been pent up in my body ever since he left the last time and he groans, clutching my hips tighter. He laps his tongue around my clit, licking, then sucking. I feel the soft graze of his sharp teeth, and that alone drives me crazy. He buries his face deeper, sucking, licking. As he does, his eyes glaze over, as if tasting me is exactly what he’s needed, as if eating my pussy is the cure for some unknown addiction he has. 

He eats me like this continuously, lapping me up, sucking, then his tongue glides into my pussy, and this is what I’ve longed for most. His tongue does this thing where it gets wider and longer, and when he plunges himself into my cunt, he fucks me with it, rolling his tongue, running it in and out, teasing me to death. It’s not his dick, which is even better, but close. 

“Oh, gosh,” I cry, but not too loudly. Papa will hear. He’s only a few doors away.  

My beast groans as he drinks me all up, taking from me everything that he can, and when he pulls his tongue out, he circles it around my clit again in slow, torturous loops, and I shatter into a million pieces. Knowing that my moan will probably wake the whole house, my beast removes one of the hands from my hips and cups my mouth, keeping the moans at bay, but he doesn’t move his mouth. He’s licking softly now, letting me rub my pussy all over his face so I can finish. The action only makes me want to scream louder and because I can't, I sink my teeth into his hand, biting him. 

He groans, pulling his hand and mouth away and hissing through his teeth. 

“Sorry,” I whisper. “Sorry–i didn’t mean–” 

His head shakes, and he brings a finger to his lips to silence me. 

I clamp my mouth shut as his silver eyes rake over my body, then he reaches forward, ripping off my shirt next. I sit in front of him completely naked, drenched between my thighs. His eyes are still heated as he grips his dick, stroking a large hand around it. He’s unbelievably hard, cum dribbling from the tip. I have the urge to lick it, but he’s never let me do that. He likes to be in control–likes to take me. Maybe one day he will. 

Pressing a hand on my shoulder, he lays me back and hovers above me, keeping one hand wrapped around his dick to stroke it. I lie in anticipation as he brings himself closer. He smells like earth and ocean air and his mouth smells like me. His lips are still glistening from my juices. I lock eyes with him as he presses the head of his cock to the opening of my pussy. He’s so big as he enters me and, fortunately, I’m wet enough to take him. He enters me slowly, inch by savory inch. With each inch, my mouth parts as I feel him spreading me open. Then he begins to thrust, slow at first. So slow it’s torture. 

“Faster, please,” I beg as he carries his eyes to my breasts. He moves his hips faster, then drops his head. His mouth comes to the crook of my neck and he sucks, and I brace myself for the pinch I’ll feel. I focus on the feeling of his dick inside me, his breaths and how warm they are as they drag over my skin, his satisfied groans as he strokes in and out of me. 

Then the pinch comes. I gasp sharply as his teeth puncture my neck, and like a fiend, he buries his teeth deeper, sucking my blood, taking his fill. As he does, his dick swells, like all the blood he’s taking from me is going there, and I moan a little louder. He continues to swell, stretching me open, still sucking, and I feel myself growing weak, despite how good it feels.  

Sensing it, he moans and reluctantly pulls his fangs out my neck, staring down at me. Blood clings to his lips and he runs his tongue over them, licking the trace away. With one of his hands, he strokes my cheek, silently asking if I’m okay. 

I bury my cheek into his hand, nodding, and he sighs, then drops his head again, only this time he doesn’t suck anymore from me. He licks my wounds and thrusts harder, clutching my hips. When he stills and his dick feels twice its size, I know he’s close. He unleashes a beastly groan that rattles the walls as he cums. 

Sitting up sluggishly, he remains buried inside me, eyes trained on mine, and I hold his hips with my hands, keeping him there, wanting all of his seed. I’m not sure if it’s a beastly-human thing, but I haven’t gotten pregnant by him, and that makes me want his cum more. 

Finally having the will, he withdraws, hissing as he does, and cum still drips from his cock, pearlescent strings landing on my thighs. He grips the base of his dick and uses it to rub the cum through the lips of my pussy, making it messy, marking me, and when he’s finished, he climbs off the bed. 

I lay there, still as a doorknob, as he collects his pants, steps into them, and moves away. It’s as I perch on my elbows when I find my voice. 

“Will I see you again?” I whisper as he marches to the window. 

He glances over his shoulder, his eyes no longer aglow, but dark now. I can’t see them very well from here. But I do see him drop his head and shake it. 

My heart nearly fails me. “No? But wait, I want you to–”  

I’m scrambling to get off the bed, his cum all over me, but I’m not quick enough because when I’m standing on the floor and facing the window, it swings shut, and he’s gone. 

OHHHH! WHAT’D YOU THINK?! TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS! Do you want to know more about the beast? Less? He’s hot af without even saying a word, isn’t he? Chapter two goes up Dec. 12th! Stay tuned!