Single mom Selina Sardi would do anything for her 6-year-old son. Eager to turn their new house into a real home for him, she's devastated when she discovers that the monster under his bed is not a figment of his imagination but the real deal.
Elia...
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🌶️🔥🍆 SMUT ALERT 🍆🔥🌶️
"So is there a book about how to be a bogeyman? Did this former bogeyman let you in on the specifics?"
He shook his head.
"How do you know anything?"
"Trial and error, following my hunger, guessing ..."
"Seven nights of feeding before you can leave?"
"An estimated guess. I fed five days in a row once and was strong enough to make it to the ground floor and back."
"But you didn't continue feeding?"
"The child was exhausted. I couldn't. I gave her a week to recover before bothering her again."
"Oh Elias." She brushed her thumb over his cheek. "Believe me when I say that I can be quite unafraid of you but still promise to be properly afraid when a real monster shows up." She kissed his lips, pouring herself into him, knowing it couldn't make him whole but attempting to, just the same.
Elias purred with pleasure, sparking Selina to press herself closer, eager to get her hands on him and his body on hers.
"Selina," he muttered in between kisses, "Selina, wait! There's one other reason why I'm a bit weary of you dipping into my nightmares and going for my junk."
"Oh honey, I felt that thing. It's not junk."
"Would you listen and be serious for a moment?"
"Only if I really have to."
"Just for one second." He locked her face between his paws, forcing her to keep her lips at a safe distance from his. She was relieved to see a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and a twinkle reflecting in his eyes. The sadness had disappeared, at least for this moment. "Selina, I was sixteen when I got trapped in here."
"So you said."
"Selina, I'm not very experienced."
Slowly, it dawned on her. This big, dark man, this fearsome bogeyman was a virgin. "You don't want to?" she asked, "we don't have to."
"Oh, I want to, hazel eyes." He was quick to interject. "I very much want to."
"Are you afraid? Do you want me to take it slow?"
He burst out laughing, a joyous sight. "No, that's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid I can't take it slow. I'm trying to warn you that this may not be the exquisite experience you hope for. What if I suck?"
She shrugged. "I'll probably have to warn you that I suck better. Now, can I?" She reached towards the swirls covering his groin but waited before dipping in.
To her delight, the nightmares parted almost instantly. His vampires and monsters smirked at her. Their rats and spiders lounged lazily on their shoulders and his bats were batting their tiny coal eyes at her.
