Steamy Shadows of Mythos Hall
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Chapter 1: Crutches and Cravings
I’d been wrestling that damn busted banister in the dim hallway of Mythos Hall for what felt like hours. The old apartment building, this monster-friendly crash pad off-campus from Mythos College, was a relic—creaky wood, flickering bulbs, and walls thin enough to hear your neighbor’s heartbeat. Sweat trickled down my furred back, my hooves scraping awkwardly against the floorboards as I propped myself up on crutches. Part-bull hybrid bullshit: massive, horned upper body rippling with muscle I couldn’t fully use below the waist, thick black hide everywhere but my face and palms. Girls stared, guys envied or sneered. No in-between.
That’s when she appeared, like a fever dream cutting through the stale air thick with dust and faint mildew. Lila. Petite firecracker with jet-black hair cascading in wild waves, olive skin glowing under the shitty light, curves packed into yoga pants and a cropped tee that hugged her full tits. She couldn’t have been more than five-foot-nothing, but damn if she didn’t grab the loose rail like it weighed nothing.
“Need a hand, big guy?” Her voice was honey laced with smoke, eyes sparkling with mischief. I caught a whiff of something sweet—jasmine and heat—before she yanked the thing straight.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks. Name’s Elias Kane. New here.” I straightened, towering over her, my cock twitching uninvited at the brush of her fingers against mine. Soft. Warm. Too warm.
“Lila Voss. Your resident advisor for this freakshow floor.” She grinned, wiping her hands on her thighs, drawing my eyes there. Thick, juicy. “These rails are death traps. I’ll light a fire under maintenance.”
I laughed, a rumble from deep in my chest. “Don’t bother on my account. I advocate for myself.” Pride stung—years of fighting for ramps and stares. But she just nodded, no pity, which hooked me.
We chatted as I hobbled to my door. Turns out, same poli-sci track at Mythos. Her aiming for civil rights law, me for policy drafting. She teased my hybrid guess—wrong on pixie, elf, all of ’em. “Gotta earn that secret, Elias.”
By dinner, she’d dragged me to the communal kitchen. Steamy pots bubbled on stoves, filling the air with garlic and spice as we scarfed ramen. Her laugh cut through the chatter of other monsters—were-rats, scaled shifters. Felt good. Normal, almost.
Chapter 2: Whispers Through Thin Walls 🔥
Weeks blurred. Study sessions in my room turned into marathons—books splayed, her tiny frame perched on my bed, legs tucked under. I’d catch her scent, that growing musk, making my balls ache. Nights, though? Hell. I’d lie awake, ears pricked to her door across the hall. Thumps. Moans. Upperclassmen monsters, all hulking—ogres, multi-limbed freaks—stumbling out at dawn, drained, pale.
One night, envy gnawed me raw. Curled on my bed, fist wrapped around my thickening shaft, I stroked slow, imagining her. Slick sounds from her room fueled it. But then—crash. Shouts.
“Get your lying ass out! Cheater!” Her voice cracked like whip. I crutched over fast, heart pounding. Door flew open; some tentacled brute slunk out in boxers, tentacles limp, face ashen.
Lila stood there, tank top askew, one nipple peeking dark and hard. Sweat glistened on her cleavage, room reeking of sex and frustration. “Elias?” Her eyes softened, then darkened. “Shut the door.”
I did. Air hummed electric. She knelt on her bed, panties clinging damp. “Single?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Guess my secret.”
I shook my head, throat dry. She sighed, tattoos flickering to life—thorny heart low on her belly, veins pulsing faint pink. “Part-succubus. Need seed to thrive. Fresh. Exclusive.”
Her words hit like lightning. All clicked—her heat, her conquests. My cock strained, brutal. “Still… hungry?” Bravado cracked my voice.
“Starving.” She spread wide, knees bent, pussy lips puffy through lace. “Feed me, Elias.”
Crutches clattered. I lunged, bed groaning under my weight. Her hands yanked my shirt, nails raking my pecs. Taste of salt on her neck as I buried my face there. She smelled like sin—sweet rot, arousal thick as fog.
Chapter 3: The First Devouring 💋
Her tank top ripped easy under my paws. Tits spilled free—heavy, olive orbs with chocolate nipples begging teeth. I latched on, sucking hard, her moan vibrating my skull. “Yes, like that—rough, bull-boy.”
Panties shredded. Her slit wept nectar, bald and swollen, clit a pearl throbbing. I dove, tongue spearing deep. Tart-sweet flood, coating my chin. She bucked, thighs clamping my horns. “Deeper! Taste my hunger.”
My hybrid meat—thick as wrist, veined, flared bull-head tip—bobbed free from pants. Precum drooled ropes. Lila’s eyes lit feral. “Gimme that monster cock.”
She stroked, tiny fist barely circling. Heat seared—her touch burned alive. “So steamy… your heat’s pulling me in.” Her whisper, breath hot on my ear.
I flipped her easy, ass up, cheeks spread. Pucker winked above sopping folds. Rammed home. One brutal thrust—her walls milked, velvet vise sucking me balls-deep. “Fuck! Tight as virgin hell.”
“Pound me! Ruin this succu-cunt!” Crude snarls mixed her giggles. I did—hips slamming, fur slapping skin. Wet schlicks echoed, bedframe cracking. Sweat poured, mixing our scents into heady brew.
She clawed my back, drawing blood that sizzled on her tongue when she licked. Orgasms hit her first—body convulsing, pussy fluttering spasms, milking like demon mouth. “Feed… now!”
I roared, balls contracting. Geysers erupted—thick, endless ropes painting her womb. She thrashed, eyes rolling white, tattoos blazing neon. Glow pulsed with my spurts, her belly distending slight.
Collapsed beside her, chest heaving. She panted, nuzzling my neck. “More. Always more.” Vulnerability cracked her voice—hunger’s curse.
New scene: We showered after, my first real aftercare urge. Steamy water cascaded in the communal stall—she soaped my hide, fingers tracing scars. “You’re not like them. Real.”
Chapter 4: Party Flames and Jealous Heat
Next night, Mythos bash in the basement lounge. Bass thumped, bodies writhed—scales grinding fur, tails entwining. Lila dragged me, her dress a scrap of red silk clinging like second skin. My crutches navigated crowds, but eyes followed her ass sway.
Some wolf-shifter alpha loomed, paws on her waist. “Heard you’re picky, succu-bitch. Bet I can fill ya right.”
She shoved him off, laughing cold. “Taken. And you’re taken—smell her on you.” Turned to me, eyes steamy with promise. “Dance?”
No rhythm in my legs, but her grind against my crotch ignored that. Hard again, grinding her cleft through fabric. Whispers, “Feel how wet? Your cum’s still in me.”
We slipped to a dark corner. She dropped to knees, hallway shadows hiding us. Zipper down—mouth engulfed. Hot cavern, throat bulging on my girth. Gagging slurps, saliva dripping chin to tits. “Mmm, bull-spunk starter.”
I gripped horns—hers tiny nubs—and fucked her face. Nose to pubes, balls slapping. She hummed, vibrations shooting lightning. Blew down her gullet, her swallow pulling every drop. Tattoos flared, skin flushing vibrant.
Back to party, her lips swollen, my arm hers. New bond—possessive. Wolf glared; I lowed warning.
Later, my room. She rode reverse, bubble butt bouncing hypnotic. Ass cheeks clapped thunder, gripping my thighs. “Squeeze harder!” I did, handprints blooming red, healing instant.
Internal thought clawed me: This steamy addiction—could wreck us both. But her pussy clenched, erasing doubt. Climax shared—her squirting arcs, me flooding anew. Exhausted tangle, whispers of futures amid gasps.
Chapter 5: Midnight Marathon of Flesh
Hours bled. Third round: her on all fours, me mounted like beast. Doggy devolved feral—snarls, bites on shoulder leaving marks. Her tail—hidden before—unfurled, lashing my balls. “Whip me!” Pleas raw.
Tail cracked skin; pain spiked pleasure. Slammed till thighs burned, hooves digging carpet. Air choked with musk—cum, sweat, her nectar puddling sheets. Taste lingered—licked her overflow, salty-sweet cream pie.
She grew bolder, tits swelling perky D’s to overflowing E’s, jiggling hypnotic. “Your seed fuels me—watch.” Glow spread, skin silkier, scents intoxicating thicker.
Flipped missionary, legs over shoulders. Folded tiny, pussy gaping for re-entry. Slow grind built—eyes locked, breaths mingling. “Love how you stretch my core, Elias. Deeper than beasts.”
Emotional crack: “Fear this? Us?” Her voice trembled mid-thrust.
“Nah. Need you.” Truth. Hesitation melted in our heat.
Pace frenzied—fists balled hair, nails gouged fur. Orgasms chained—hers milking mine endless. Ropes overflowed, creaming thighs. She quaked, tattoos supernova, feeding frenzy peaking. “Yes! Steamy flood—fill your succubus!” Dialogue crude, hearts bare.
New scene: Balcony breather, predawn chill on fevered skin. City lights twinkled; she curled lap-small against my bulk. “Not just hunger. You see me.”
“Always did.” Fingers traced her thorny heart, pulsing soft.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Forged Flames
Sun crept, gilding sweat-slick bodies. Final bout lazy—spooned, my arm banded waist, cock nested deep. Gentle rocks built to crescendos. Her sighs poetry: “Elias… home.”
Cum bubbled lazy, her walls fluttering content. Tattoos dimmed serene. Rolled apart, tender kisses tasting us mingled. Vulnerability post-bliss: “Hunger controlled now. With you.”
I nodded, hoof tracing her thigh. Conflicts aired—my insecurities, her isolation masking need. Laughs mingled moans remembered.
Rose slow, crutches steady. Kitchen breakfast—pancakes steaming, her head shoulder. “Partners? Beyond feedings.”
“Hell yeah. Steamy secrets keepers.”
Day broke new. Mythos waited—classes, fights, futures. But us? Unbreakable hybrid blaze. Her hand slipped pocket note: class tips, heart doodle. Simple. Real.
Thin walls no barrier now. Echoes promised more—steamy nights endless.
