Fantastical Escort: Shadow

"Holy fuck!" Lexie exclaimed as she flicked through the slides on the tablet. 'Look' was all Aaron had said as he handed it to her. Of course, he didn't tell her it was filled with potential clients. Each slide was a different client, a different monster from folklore. Each of them had applied to spend a night with her. There were at least two dozen applicants.

"How did you get this many?" she asked, looking up at him.

Aaron had retreated to his favorite wall to lean against, like the brooding dragon he was. It even came with the default annoyed expression. "I've actually been working while you had your fun." He answered.

He got a glare as a reply to his accusations.

"Yeah, moving from the human world to yours and doing a shit ton of paperwork is totally my definition of fun."

The city where Aaron's bar resided was similar but also vastly different from a human one. There were dozens of small differences to accommodate the diverse population. From the doors to the food. She had been so shell shocked she had even gotten lost until a police officer stopped to help her. He didn't even bat an eye when she told him she was registering for an escort license. Just pointed her in the right direction. It blew her mind.

"Please. You know it was fun. Finally getting to seeing our world." He replied in his dry grumpy tone. He always sounded grumpy, even when joking. She was figuring him out, slowly but surely. Noticing the shifts between joking and serious.

"Sure, it was fun but also terrifying, and somehow boring. Is paperwork a drag everywhere?"

"Yup. Nothing can make that fun."

"Great. But seriously how did you get so many?" She asked again, shifting topics back.

He just shrugged. "I told you that human escorts are rare. Not to mention that you did so well during your trial a certain dragon was raving about you. Perhaps I made sure it was overheard but who can say."

Fucking hell, that dragon. She hadn't gone a night without thinking about him or touching herself to those memories. She hadn't seen him on the tablet, which was a touch disappointing. But not too much. He had been the perfect palate cleanser after her shitty breakup. Now she was eager to explore all that her job had to offer. From the freaky to the kinky.

"Sure, you did. So, their applications have everything I need to know?" she asked.

"It does if you can read. Sex, race, kinks. Everything that is relevant to your job."

"You can tell me things without being such an ass, you know." She looked down at the tablet once more. She wasn't sure what surprised her more. The variety of monsters that had requested her or that women had too. It was oddly flattering. Tentacles, slime, and even spirits were some of the options she had before her.

"It's just a lot to take in." She admitted. "How different all these races are."

"You're just as different to all of us. But you can deny any offers." Aaron stated as she looked up. "I'll tailor future lists to what you're comfortable with."

"Yeah... Wait... You're not going to pressure me at all? Isn't this a business?"

That got him to look at her finally, albeit with an annoyed expression. "Because you'll earn as much as the bar does in a single night by yourself. And that's before we can hike prices as the word spreads. I'm not stupid enough to push and watch your finnicky ass walk out that door."

That got her to smile. "Glad to know you care. So can I start tonight?"

"Got one in mind or my choice again?" He asked, walking back over to her.

"You want me to trust that your judgement is sound twice? Really? That feels like a shit show waiting to happen." She swiped through the slides until she found the one that she wanted. She handed the tablet over.

"I think this one will be good for my first night. An easy shift."

He looked down at it before looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. "You and I have very different definitions of easy shifts."

The bar was as lively as ever as she made her way down from her apartment. She had spent every night there since she had moved in. She didn't know enough about the monster world yet to go exploring on her own. Besides, the bar felt safe. No unwanted advances or having to worry about drugged drinks. It said a lot about humans that she felt safer with creatures of nightmares.

A few of the regulars she had gotten to know these last few days offered her a nod or smile. She wasn't sure how Oak the living puppet had drank half their pint, but it was half empty when they held it up.

She squeezed past an ogre, bringing a tray of drinks to a table of chattering women. Birthday decorations gave away the occasion. The bar itself was packed with creatures large and small on all the stools. But she was able to get around them, slipping through behind the bar. Where she found Aaron hard at work, grumpy looking as always.

"You actually work? I thought you just stand around to scare humans off." She teased.

He let out a huff, an actual light puff of smoke appearing out his nose. "I wish that worked"

"Please, you know you enjoy my company."

"Like chewing glass." He replied as he handed a colorful drink to a dwarf who could match the dragon for resting grump face.

"Ouch." She feigned being hurt, her smile giving her away. But then it was back to serious. "My client here?"

"Just arrived. They're waiting in the reserved both." He stood mixing a drink as he looked at her. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"Fuck yeah, I am. First time I've actually been excited for a new job."

Aaron shook his head. "Tempted to ask why you humans tend to work jobs you hate but that means having to talk to you more. So, forget I asked."

"Love you too, Aaron the grumpy dragon."

She dipped away before he could respond to the nickname. Besides it was showtime. Seductive makeup and hair, check. Low cut little black dress, check. She was ready for this. Her first real night. Time to see if the sex being amazing was a one off or not. And she had gone straight for the deep end.

The crowds weren't too heavy yet, so it was easy to glide through. She waved to Mika a sweet goblin serving girl and she smiled at a clearly drunk dryad. Anticipation built as she got closer to her goal, closer to her first client. She was nervous and a touch scared. And despite knowing what he was, it didn't help when she finally saw him. A shadow demon.

He sat in the back corner of the booth, like a formless cloud of smoke. But when she looked closer, she could see signs of a body. Skinny with long limbs, a long tail snaking under the table. He was hunched over, perhaps hiding his real height. And his face was long, a large mouth that was no doubt full of razor-sharp teeth. Had she bitten off more than she could chew because this was a real monster?

"Hey there." She greeted, sliding into the booth. It was still a struggle to not feel wrong about her job, but she buried it down. After all she had a license, how much more legitimate could she get?

He turned to look at her, or she assumed he did. Whatever eyes he had were hidden by the cloud of smoke around him. He smelled like a campfire which surprised her. She had expected a sinister smell from the Shadow Demon, not this.

"Hello." He replied, his voice was raspy and strained sounding.

She remembered his application. A keyword on there, shy. It made sense to her. He was clearly built for stealth. And he was more monster than humanoid looking unlike most of the bar's patrons. Why wouldn't he be shy?

"Well, I know you don't want to talk much. You still want to hire me?" She lowered her tone. Speaking softly and calmly. Different people would need different versions of her. She could handle that.

He nodded and she swore that he gave something resembling a smile under the smoke. Was he excited? Or perhaps she did something for him? She wouldn't complain if either possibility was the case.

"Good. Because I am too. It's why I picked you as my first customer." She wanted to reach out for him, tease him with a touch. It was her go to move. But it wasn't right with him. So, she resisted.

"Would you like the key before I leave?"

She held out the key with its dragonhead key chain. Long fingers with curved claws reached out and took it. He played with the key. And while he did, she had no shame in wondering what those fingers could do. Could he retract his claws, bury those fingers deep inside her? But she had little time to ponder as he handed the key back.

"No need."

The confidence in his tone was downright sexy, if not terrifying. It made her want to invest in better locks and touch herself all at once.

"Then I'll see you soon."

She got up, giving him one last smile. She retreated to the stairs, adding more sway to her hips as she did. Teasing her client, working him up more hopefully. He had requested to hunt her, no details about how. He was a creature of nightmares and would be acting out the role. So why did she want him to be feral? And why did that turn her on so damn much?

There was a clear path to the stairs and up to her flat. The noise of the bar didn't carry up here, some sort of magic in place. She had found her new home peaceful these last few days, but that was about to change. She was left to her own devices for the time, no requests made. So, what to do with herself? That question was rather easy to answer.

She slipped out of her heels and made her way to the guest room. Or as she jokingly called it, her office. Aaron had gotten a fancy bed for the room. It was decorated with stylish storage and tasteful art. But hidden within were enough toys to send her to the deepest levels of hell.

Her dress was the next article of clothing to be discarded, leaving her only in her lingerie. A black lacy bra that made her breasts look incredible with matching panties and stockings. As she positioned herself on the bed it was clear that it was showtime.

There was no patience left in her, no time for self-teasing. Her hand traveled down, between her legs. Fingers slipping under her panties to her eager core. She started to rub her clit, thinking about him. About him hunting her. The energy he gave off, the confidence. To know a creature like that wanted her. Well, rubbing wasn't quite enough.

She slipped a finger inside, shuddering at the glimpse of pleasure. She was already wet and eager. But it still wasn't enough. She wanted those long fingers and whatever kind of tongue he had behind those sharp teeth on her. He would pin her to the bed and use her. All of these thoughts were working, getting her close. But then she heard it.

It was such a soft noise that she wondered if it was just in her mind. A squeak, one she knew. It was her front door, a hinge needing oil. She wouldn't have made that noise in her head. And it was all but confirmed as a soft click sounded through the apartment. Someone had locked the door. She was trapped.

Just as that realization hit, all the light vanished from the room. Not just the lights being turned off, or the power going out. This was complete darkness. She had to remind herself this was a game, she wasn't supposed to know his tactics. But for a second it felt all too real. But her mind kicked in and that just became fuel for her lust.

As carefully as she could, she got off the bed. Soft steps to avoid her footfalls echoing through the flat. But for all she could tell he could be inches away. She made her way to a wall and felt around until she found a gown on a hook. The silk garment was low cut and showing all her leg. But it was better than trying to find him in lingerie.

"Hello?" She called out as she made her way to the hallway. Of course he didn't answer. A few steps more and she was in the open planned heart of her home. It was just as dark and silent. He could be anywhere, and she wouldn't know.

"Anyone there?" She was playing her part, but no acting was needed. Adrenaline was coursing through her, surging her on.

She was about to take another step forward but then there was noise. Breathing, raspy breathing. Probably hot too. How would it feel against her neck or on her pussy? Deep inside her mind was a small part of her questioning why she loved this. But the rest of her silenced that thought.

"Is someone there? This isn't funny." She called out to the dark. But this time she got an answer.

A noise echoed through the flat. Light footsteps moving fast nearby. And then claws, going against the wall. Her hanging pots in the kitchen clanged together. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. She couldn't keep track of him. There was no way of knowing where he was going to strike from. And that was when he turned his attention fully on her.

She gasped as a claw, long and sharp, brushed against her exposed leg. She turned in that direction but as she did hot breath was on her neck. That time it wasn't fear that made her gasp. She turned once more but there was nothing. He had vanished again, knowing he had her at his mercy.

Something long brushed up her thigh, dipping under her robe. It snuck up dangerously high, and she couldn't help herself from turning once more. It wasn't the darkness who greeted her this time. A firm hand shot out, Claws digging into her neck, barely stopping from piercing her skin. She was frozen still, trying to control her breathing. Her eyes darted around trying to find him, but still, she could only see darkness.

The breath was back, right down on her face. As if he was towering there, inches from her. His hand started to tug at the sash holding the robe closed. Her own hands flew out to stop him, grasping his arm. He was surprisingly soft, with ridges as hard as bones. It froze her. Giving him all the opening he needed to swipe her hands away with a growl that echoed deep inside her.

Her robe fell open as he undid the knot, letting him see all of her. The lingerie was more see-through than fabric. The top of the stockings decorated with fine lace. And the most embarrassing part was her arousal. She had soaked through her panties despite being stalked by a monster.

In a flash the hand was off her neck, and underneath her. She was lifted up, pressed against his hard chest. The smell of campfire was stronger now. She was in his smoke. But no time to process that, as he was moving. Fast, too fast for a human brain to keep up. There wasn't even time to squeal as she was tossed onto the bed with a bounce. She was on her back, looking into the darkness right where this all had started.

He was above her, still hidden by the darkness he created. No pressure or weight on the bed, but she knew he was there. As if he was giving off an aura that she could feel. And she was proven right as a single claw traced from her neck right to the lace of her panties. And then she finally got her fantasy. The one she had imagined earlier. His mouth, and tongue, moved to her exposed neck.

It was longer than she expected, and slimier. But the biggest surprise was when it made contact with her skin. It was like electricity surged through her nerves where it made contact, overstimulating her. Was this mentioned in his application? But that question was lost as he reached the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. The pleasure that surged forward turned her mind into mush in a second.

"Holy shit." She managed to get out as she moaned. She couldn't keep up the act of being scared. How could she when he seemed to be built to pleasure her. Claws, sharp teeth, whatever that toxin was. He was incredible in every way. And they hadn't even reached the main event. As if he could read her mind something pushed under her panties, pressing against her eager core.

His tongue circled back around to the front of her neck. Eliciting gasps and moans from her. She exposed more of her neck to give him more access. But he had a different target. As if he knew her weak spots, his mouth went right for her earlobe. Nipping with his teeth, the toxin elevating the feeling. And it was then that the object against her pussy plunged into her. Finally, it clicked what it was, his tail.

"Fuck!" Her brain was unable to form proper thoughts when being tail fucked by a demon.

It was a slower pace than she preferred. Sure, it was caressing and building pleasure with its boney ridges. And yes, his mouth was toying with her ear. But she was over this game. She wiggled against him. She was greedy and would always want more.

She reached for his head, wanting to guide it lower. Much lower. But she never got to it. A hand snatched up her arms, pinning them above her. It was downright sexy how easy it seemed to him. Not a strain of muscle at all. And the growl after was the cherry on top. But it seemed like he got the message she was trying to convey.

His mouth moved down her neck with sharp nips and licks, aiming for her chest. Each new area tingled as the toxin connected and was then overwhelmed with heightened arousal. He went lower still, right to the lace of her bra. He took her bra into his mouth. With a deep breath he bit. The bra gave way, exposing her breasts to the monster lurking in the shadows. And his mouth was quick to find them as his tail continued to slowly fuck her pussy.

She wanted him lower, ached for it. But when his mouth found her nipple, she realized she wasn't ready. The toxins which had made her nearly cum from a lick on her neck, soaked into her nipple. When his tongue wrapped around her perky nipple, she lost the air in her lungs. Her back arched and she came with a silent scream. But he wasn't having her squirm, orgasm or not. His free hand pressed her down, stopping her squirms as she broke apart under him. It was only then that he truly devoured her breasts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She silently thanked Aaron for making the flat soundproof as the shadow bit, licked, and savored her breasts. Showering both with attention.

Her eyes fluttered open wanting to see him, to see if he was as lost in this as her. But there was nothing. How could nothing make her feel this good? Make her want to scream from bliss. No, it wasn't nothing. Demon was the right term for the creature in the shadows. This level of pleasure wasn't meant for humans. It would destroy her. Yet here she was.

Then it all came to an end. His mouth retreated and his tail slowly slid out. The hands pinning her let go. Was it over? Had he had enough? She wanted to cry out for more but in the end, this was for him. To be what he wanted, what he paid her for.

But it wasn't over. Sharp claws made quick work of her soaked panties. It was clear that she had gotten it wrong. He was just starting the main event. His tail teasing her and mouth devouring her breasts? He had just been getting her ready. He wanted her to be soaked. Because as his cock pressed against her eager pussy, she could feel its size.

There was nothing slow about his thrust this time as he slammed his length into her. And she was right about the size. She was glad that he had turned her into a quivering mess. His cock had ridges, stretching and pleasuring her in a perfect way. Each ridge slipping past her lips, sent jolts through her. Before she knew it, she saw stars and her legs locked up. She was coming just from him taking her. He hadn't even started properly.

As she shook through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss he began to fuck her. Truly fuck her this time, not some slow tail bullshit. There was no rhythm to adjust to, no pattern. He was just going at her hard and fast. Completely feral. Just like she had hoped when she teased him in the bar with swaying hips. She would bruise and be sore for days. What an incredible image that was. To be reminded of this for days after.

Her hand grasped at the bed sheets, another orgasm already building up deep into her core. His own hands weren't idle. He raked sharp claws down her chest. It stung, perhaps cutting her. But she wanted him to do it again and again. To give her permanent scars. A reminder that she had been hunted by a monster and got claimed by him.

She opened her mouth, to try and edge him further. To vocalize these thoughts, beg him. But as soon as she did his tail slithered between her lips before she could make a sound. It was ridged and hard, going deep until she thought she would gag. Its texture was smooth and had a taste, but it wasn't him. No, she was tasting herself, her own lust. Tasting herself on a monster's tail was incredible, erotic, and everything else. More importantly, it was enough to send her spiraling into her third orgasm.

But he didn't seem to notice or care. Just kept going at his animalistic pace as he sought his own release. To fill her with his cum, breed her. That is what it felt like, she was being bred. And as that thought crossed her well fucked mind, she started to feel it. He was close.

His hot breath was growing ragged on her, growls mixed in between. He was shaking a bit. His erratic pace becoming even more so. She knew it was coming and craved it. She wanted to be filled, to be bred by him. To wear it as a badge of pride. No, she needed it.

"Please." Is what she would have begged if his tail wasn't buried in her throat. But he must have felt the words. The vibrations traveling up his tail to his throbbing cock. With one last thrust it happened.

His warm cum flooded into her, claiming her as his. At least for tonight. It wasn't as much as she had thought but she didn't mind. It felt amazing that she had driven him to this. That he was slowly rocking his hips desperate to have every drop buried deep in her. That he wanted to fill her as much as she wanted to be filled.

Slowly his tail retreated out of her mouth, his cock following soon after. She let out a whimper as he did, a lack of professionalism. She was greedy, wanting more. But she had to remember how this worked. She could touch herself to this later, imagine him in all sorts of positions.

She was slow to open her eyes. The returning light offensive after being in the dark for so long. He had moved, no noticeable weight shift yet she knew. It was a fight against blissful exhaustion to prop herself onto an elbow. She could see him once more, the shadows only radiating around him once more. He stood at the end of her bed, lurking over her.

"Was ok?" He asked in that raspy strained voice. The first time he had spoken since the bar.

"Wasn't too much?"

She let a smile slip onto her lips, holding back a giggle. Didn't he see her state? Sweat drenched and shaking. Clothes ruined and cum dripping out of her stretched pussy. He really thought he was too much?

"Don't you ever apologize for being that incredible."

She was sure he smiled under the shadows, glowing in pride.

"Understood."