The Ugly Love of Monster Girls

The world felt impossibly still.

Nora’s lips pressed against mine, and for a moment, my mind simply… stopped.

I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. My body locked up, stiff as stone, while my thoughts scattered in every direction, unable to grasp onto a single coherent idea. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was.

My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat hammering louder than the last. Not out of excitement. Not out of anything warm or tender. Just pure, suffocating panic.

I wanted to recoil, to push her away, but I couldn’t make myself move. My hands just hovered uselessly at my sides.

Just… what is she doing?

The words screamed inside my head, but my lips wouldn’t form them.

A second passed. Then another.

And then I ripped myself away.

My breath came out uneven, chest rising and falling in short, erratic bursts. I stared at her. Really stared at her, I couldn’t even recognize the girl in front of me.

“Nora…” My voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “What-”

She looked at me, her wide eyes glistening, her lips parted just slightly like she was about to say something, but no words came.

“What are you doing?” I finally forced out. It came out more like a plea than a question.

She blinked, and for the briefest moment, something like hesitation flickered across her face. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

Her expression softened, but there was something else behind it. Something desperate. “Markus…” she whispered.

She reached for me again, and I flinched.

I hated that. I hated that I flinched. But my body acted before I could stop it.

That hurt look flashed across her face, but I couldn’t focus on that now. My mind was too tangled, too overwhelmed, drowning under the weight of everything.

I swallowed hard, shaking my head. “Nora, we… we can’t-”

“Why?” she interrupted, her voice cracking.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because how was I supposed to explain this? How was I supposed to put into words that this was wrong, that this wasn’t what she needed, that I was the last person in the world who should mean this much to her?

That I was bad for her. That I had always been bad for her.

She took a step forward, her hands shaking at her sides. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “Not again.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nora, I-”

A lump formed in my throat.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t normal. I should have stopped this years ago.

But I hadn’t.

And now, here we were.

I forced myself to meet her eyes, trying to keep my voice steady. “Nora,” I said, the roughness in my tone betraying the tension beneath the surface, “we can’t be doing this.”

She didn’t answer at first. Just looked at me with something unreadable in her gaze.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, she smiled. 

It wasn’t a happy smile.

It was something else entirely.

It scared me.

Her lips curled upward, but her eyes gleamed with something far darker, an intensity that sent a sharp chill down my spine.

“You keep rejecting me,” she whispered, voice trembling with something I couldn’t place. “Even now, after everything.”

Her fingers. Those delicate, slender fingers, began to move. They crawled up my arms, slow and deliberate, nails grazing over my skin with an almost unbearable lightness. I tensed, but she didn’t stop.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” she continued, her fingers trailing further. “I thought… I really thought we could just be normal. That maybe one day, you’d see me the way I see you.”

Her hands crept higher, one sliding to the back of my neck, the other pressing against my ribs. My breathing grew shallow.

“But I was wrong, wasn’t I?” She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “You keep running away. Even though I’ve always been here. Always waiting.”

I swallowed hard, my body locked in place as her arms corner me beneath her, forcing me further back.

“I dreamed of us,” she went on, her voice soft, almost wistful. “A quiet home. Somewhere safe, where no one could hurt us.”

Her hands trailed lower, brushing over my sides, her touch ghosting over my stomach.

“Waking up next to you every morning…” She exhaled, her breath warm against my skin. “Raising children together.”

A shiver crawled up my spine.

She leaned in, pressing closer, her grip tightening, her nails almost digging in.

“I would’ve been a good wife, Markus.”

I tried to move, but she pushed harder, her fingers splaying across my chest, keeping me in place.

“We could’ve been happy.”

She tilted her head up, her lips just barely grazing my jaw.

“But you keep making this difficult.”

My breath hitched.

“I don’t want to make you stay,” she murmured, her nails pressing deeper, her body molding against mine. “But I will.”

I forced my hands up, trying to push her back, but she wouldn’t budge.

“You’re mine, Markus.” Her voice dropped lower, a whisper, a promise, a threat.

“You’re my mate.”

Her touch grew more lingering, her nails digging into my skin as if trying to claim me. 

Fear took control of me.

I choked out her name, my voice frayed and desperate “Nora… stop.”

But she ignored me, her breath hot on my neck as she nibbled gently, a silent demand that sent a shiver down my spine. 

I knew what she wanted, what she needed, but I couldn't give it to her. Not like this.

Her hands began to move in earnest, sliding over my shoulders, pushing aside the fabric of my shirt to reveal my collarbones. She kissed me there. Soft, pillowy lips that made my heart ache with a confusing sensation; dread, weakness, desire. 

I felt the warmth of her palms breaching my bare skin, her body grazing its residual heat against mine.

“I've loved you for so long,” she closed in, whispering against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You don't know what it's like, to be so close and yet so far away.”

But the words in my mind grew louder, drowning out the sound of my racing heart. 

I wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t worth her affection. I wasn’t worth anything. Or any of this…

I placed my own hands on her plump hips as they buried in, trying to keep her at bay, but she was insistent. She leaned in, her lips finding mine with a fervor that made me dizzy. 

She dug in, her kiss like a drug, sweet and addictive, and for a moment… I forgot everything. Our tumultuous past, my reservations, the world around us. 

I feel her breath mingle with mine as she leans in slowly, her lips brushing mine. Then suddenly, she seized my face with a strength that took no regard for my consent.

Before I could even brace myself, her heated lips crashed onto mine, forceful and insistent, as if she was determined to steal every last trace of my guard

I can hardly process the sensation as her tongue; adamant, forceful, protruded from between her lips. 

It moved with an invasive tension, a dark, living appendage that twists and wriggles against my own, exploring every hidden corner of my mouth. 

Each wet motion, paved way for its new home in the depths of my mouth.

The probing grew relentless. It went further, salvaging every bit of my mouth until I couldn’t distinguish her sweet saliva from my own. 

Finally, with a breathless parting, a sultry string of spittle drew long, connecting our mouths.

But the fog lifted, and the reality of the situation crashed down on me like a ton of bricks.

With a slow, unwinding movement, Nora’s wings unfurled around us, hiding me further beneath her body. 

She leaned in, her breath warm against my neck, and murmured, “I won’t let you run,” as her lips brushed my nape. 

Before I could fully comprehend the terror of her touch, her fangs, gleaming and ferocious, found the tender pulse of my neck.

The first bite was painful, a tender pinch of pain that sent electric shocks of pleasure racing along every nerve. My senses blurred in the overwhelming sensation.

Her lips carried on, each subtle nibble lying a claim on my body, her teeth grazing my skin.

Her hands roamed possessively, fingertips brushing patterns along my exposed skin, leaving faint traces.

With every delicate, deliberate bite, I felt more devoured… not consumed in body alone, but in spirit. I was unravelling, dissolving into a haze of raw, self-loathing.

Encased by the hypnotic, rhythmic beat of her wings, my body was growing weary. Rendered almost useless under her strength. 

My breathing, choked and breathless, harmonized with her low, throaty purrs as she claimed me piece by aching piece.

Nora’s grip tightened as I struggled weakly against her unrelenting pull. My hands, glistening with sweat and trembling uncertainty, fumbled at the hem of my shirt as she deftly tore at the fabric.

 “Nora, stop this!” I gasped, a tremor of protest mingling with a desperate, confusing longing. But her eyes, dark and insistent, considered no refusal. 

She slid her hand along my chest, unfastening buttons with swiftness. My protests grew feeble as she stripped me away.

Each discarded piece of clothing fell away like the remnants of my former, worthless self.

I twisted against her grip, my muscles straining as I tried to pull free, to reclaim even a sliver of control. But it was futile. Her hold was firm, unyielding, and the more I struggled, the closer she drew me in.

“Markus,” she purred, her voice a heady mixture of command, my hair standing under her chilling voice. Her moth-like antennae brushed my exposed skin, leaving behind a faint, shimmering dust that seemed to glow in the dim light. 

Almost instantly, a warm, tingling sensation spread through my body, seeping into my veins… clouding my thoughts. 

My resistance began to crumble. My willpower softened, removed entirely, under the sprinkle of whatever she’d left on me.

Her cheeks flushed a deep, feverish red, her eyes wide and… all-consuming, as if she’d slipped into some manic trance. She wasn’t listening anymore… not to my words, nor to reason. 

Her lips parted slightly, breath coming in shallow bursts, and the way she looked at me was almost feral, like she’d been consumed by something far beyond my reach.

Her gaze never left mine as her hand trailed down the torn edge of my underwear. With deliberate slowness, she slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, finding the hardened bulge that betrayed my thoughts.

I tried to pull away, my heart hammering in protest, but her grip was ironclad. As her fingers worked their slow, methodical movement, her ample breasts pressed further into my chest, their soft, warm weight overwhelming my senses. 

The shaking softness of her warm, abundant flesh against mine began blurring the lines between my reasoning. 

Every shift, every press of her bosom against my exposed chest, deepened the intensity of the moment.

Her crazed eyes burned into mine as she ground her hips against me, her voice low and dangerous.

“Brother,” she purred, her tone a mix of lust and barely contained eagerness, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Every night, whenever you made those painful, teasing moans, your whispered cries in the dark... It’s all your fault. You tempted me, you used Yuki to tempt me. You made me crave you more. To unsully… to purify your body.”

Her fingers, relentless and insistent, continued their slow exploration beneath the shredded remnants of my underwear, kneading the bulge that throbbed in response. 

“Mhmm, brother,” she hissed, her breath hot against my ear, “I’ve watched you, every twitch, every shudder, every time desire flickered across your face back then. I’ve seen you tremble in your sleep, your body begging for me, begging for my touch.”

Her smile widened, sharp and predatory, as she leaned closer, her eyes dark with possession. "I don’t just want you. I want to devour you, to swallow you whole and colour you in my shades, until there’s nothing left of you but me. I want to hear you writhe, to feel you come undone under my hands."

I opened my mouth to speak, to push back, but the words dissolved before they could form. My resistance crumbled, piece by piece, under the weight of her gaze, her words, her presence.

Even as I struggled weakly, my protests tangled with unwanted desire, her ample breasts deepened their press against me, its softness morphing like marshmallows, intensifying every conflicted sensation. 

She continued, her voice dripping with wicked delight, “I want to taste you, to watch you resist. It only makes me want you more, to feel every inch of you.”

With a final, ravenous smile playing on her lips, Nora leaned in slowly. Her tongue hovered near the sensitive head of my dick as she whispered huskily, “Now, brother... let me show you exactly how long I’ve desired you.”