Chapter Thirteen.

Warning: this chapter contains smut.

The room was dark with only a red-tinted light lit on a corner table to set the mood. Slender fingers and large hands roamed the entirety of my naked being, dipping and caressing every little crevase and bump of my body. I was moaning softly; my eyes half-lidded as I relaxed into the soft sheets of the bed. Bill loomed over me; his emerald eyes seeming to glow in the faintly lit room.

"Is this what you wanted?" Bill questioned. I nodded, moaning a yes.

He licked his lips, feeling himself begin to salivate wildly in his mouth. His hands continued to roam my womanly body, cupping both of my breasts in the end. Bill began to knead, rub and pull at my now erect, sensitive nipples, gaining a strained mewl from my lips.

"Bill," I moaned loudly, my form writhing as he pinched and twisted them with his fingers. It was uncomfortable yet pleasurable at the same time, causing my body to want to curl.

He had a strange delighted look on his face as he was over top of me looking down. His hands retreated from tweaking my nipples to slide down between my legs.

He could feel the saliva in his mouth begin to overflow, almost streaming out between his lips. He could feel the monster within cry out to be released. He wanted to open his mouth wide, stretching the skin and his jaw until it completely hid his face, exposing many spiraled rows of shark-like teeth. There he would drool over her, showing her his deadlights deep within, making her scream and tremble in complete terror.

But Bill bit down hard on his inner cheek, causing himself to draw his own blood. The girl below was unaware he had begun to change his form as his dark thoughts were getting the better of him. He got it under control and let his fingers delve into a heated, slick hole.

I was moaning, feeling Bill's long digits push deep into my womanhood. I held onto him for dear life as he began to fuck me with his fingers. His name escaped my lips like a broken record, over and over. My body rose and jerked; his fingers reaching places which I couldn't get to on my own.

"How does it feel, [your name]?" The emerald-eyed Bill asked softly as he continued to thrust in and out, rubbing my clit on occasion to make me groan with frustration.

"Good!" My response made him grin and he leaned down to place a kiss on my lips, muffling my sounds. Bill used his free hand to touch my sensitive, engorged clit as he worked on making me hit my climax. And within minutes he did so, making me let out a strained moan and release over his fingers which was fit snugly inside me.

"[Your name]." Bill spoke my name in a softened tone as I came down from my orgasm; my body melting into the mattress. He leaned over me again and I sheepishly gazed up into his eyes. But they weren't green like usual, but now yellow and unnatural.

"Sleep, darling. Sleep..." his voice was a lulling whisper, strangely causing me eyes to feel heavy. My body obeyed his words and I was soon closing my eyes to fall into a deep slumber.