Monolith Ch. 03

"Your desire is strong. You would be a passionate lover," she said, her hand caressing my cheek.

I opened my eyes, feeling lost in a dream, still soaking in her kiss.

"But you don't know what you ask," she said, smiling at me.

"I know what I want," I said, feeling that stirring in my groin, the kiss spreading through my body.

"That is not the same thing," she said.

She moved closer to me, her body now pressed against me, her hand sliding down my side. I laid my hand on her bare shoulder and stared into her dark eyes.

"And after you've had me," she said, her lips so close to mine. "Will that satisfy your desire?"

She leaned forward and kissed me quickly, pulling my bottom lip between her lips and releasing it as she moved back.

I slid my hand down her side, over her blouse, to her bare hip, and pulled her closer to me. My body was raging with her so close, her skin against me, smelling her, touching her, and I wanted to rip my clothes from my body and lie with her in the pillows, feel her around me, feel every inch of her skin.

"Once we've been together will your dreams stop?" she asked.

She draped her leg around my waist and I slid my hand down to her thigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face towards her. She kissed my cheek, my jaw, and I moaned as her lips touched my neck.

"After we've fucked will the beast inside of you be fed?" she whispered against my throat.

She lifted her head to look into my eyes. She smiled and then dove in to kiss me, our lips pressed together tightly, forcefully. My hand slid around her thigh and my fingers touched her between her legs. She moaned in my mouth and it was like a drug that drenched my mind with lust. Our bodies, pressed together tightly, felt heavy and solid, barring us from truly being together.

Her hand slid between our bodies and gripped my hard cock through my pants. I moved my hips against her hand. We kissed frantically, delving into each other's mouth.

She broke the kiss and pulled away from me slightly, so far away, an incredible distance.

"He comes," she said.

I stared at her, questioning, my hand sliding along her thigh to her waist to pull her to me.

"You must leave. Now," she said, her voice more urgent, fear floating behind her eyes.

I started to protest, seeing her so close, feeling her so close, my body like a raging fire, and then I recalled who was coming.

Quickly, I jumped to my feet, listening intently for his approaching footsteps.

"Go," she hissed, motioning me away.

I turned and fled to the corner I had come in. I stepped through the open slit without checking first. I entered the night and closed the flap behind me.

I stood still, my hand holding the opening in the canvas closed, my back to the tent, staring into the night. I could hear my blood rushing in my head. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, quietly, as I listened to the noises around me and let my eyes adjust to the dark.

I saw Monolith's cage, but could not see the beast. He was hidden in the shadows. I could hear the wind flapping against the tent and nothing else. The night was quiet. I would find it was always quiet near this tent.

"Back so soon, Faustus," Adara said, her voice having lost that lustfulness, that aching need that I heard when we talked. Perhaps I just imagined it, wanting to believe that she wanted me as I wanted her. But now as she addressed Dr. Faustus her voice sounded cold, as cold as the seductress could ever sound.

"Were you hoping I would stay away longer?" he asked, obviously suspicious. Could he tell I had been there?

I turned slowly, not wanting to move my feet, twisting in my spot and peered through the small crack I left open.

Adara had moved in her bed of pillows. She was stretched out along the length of them, lying across the places where she and I had lain earlier. My body ached as I looked at her, filled with that need, a passion dark and overwhelming. She pulled her hair from under her head in long, shiny strands to lay it on the pillows around her head. The skirt was wrapped around her waist, revealing the full length of her lovely, brown legs. Her skin seemed to shine in the flickering candlelight. The ring in her belly button sparkled. Her lips were red and wet. I felt myself hard in my pants, overcome by a lust that threatened to engulf my mind and soul. Even as I stood there facing the very man whom I had run from in fear I couldn't help but feel that desire for Adara, pushing all other thoughts and emotions aside.

"Actually I was hoping you would not stay out long," she said.

Catlike, she stretched out on her bed of pillows, her back arching, arms and legs straining, and then she sat up to stare at him, giving him a look that would have made my heart beat out of control if those eyes had been directed at me.

"So did you come to your senses while I was gone?" he asked and stalked around her, his shaded eyes focused on her, his cane held in both of his hands.

"I've always been quite sensible," she said, turning her head to watch him as he stopped in front of her.

"You used to be quite sensible," he said. "But you've become overconfident."

She laughed and I heard malice in that laugh, sharp and cold, reflecting Dr. Faustus's laugh back at him.

"I am not overconfident. I am perfectly aware of my abilities," she said.

She parted her legs slowly and drew her knees towards her. Her thighs pushed the skirt to the side until her legs were open in front of him. I could barely see her glistening sex between her legs and an aching lust shriveled up my spine. I forgot how to breathe for an instant as my eyes peered between her thighs and I imagined myself between them.

Dr. Faustus tilted his head to look down at her opened legs. He chuckled under his breath and it was like a cold shiver combating the warm lust. I shivered and clung to the canvas of the tent even tighter.

"You forget yourself girl," he said, sounding amused.

"No, Faustus. I know exactly who I am," she said.

She stared up at him while she pulled her blouse down her shoulders and over her arms until her lovely, brown breasts were bare, her nipples a startling pink. The blouse wrapped around her body under her breasts, pinning her elbows to her side. She slowly ran her fingers across her nipples and sank further into the pillows, her eyelids flickering, her mouth opening in a moan.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants and I wanted to pull them down to release the pressure. I wanted to pull my pants down and fall between her legs, suck on her nipples, slide inside of her. It's all I wanted.

I hadn't even noticed I had been pulling the flaps of the tent to the side and entering the tent until I was shocked back to reality by the slap of Dr. Faustus's cane against his hand.

"Stop these games!" he yelled, his voice booming, making my stomach churn.

"What games?" she sighed, her back arching as her hands slid down across her bare stomach.

Dr. Faustus stepped towards her quick enough that I hadn't seen him move. One instant he had been standing away from her, watching her, and the next instant he was standing amidst the pillows, his feet sunk into them, hovering over her. The tip of his can was pressed into her bare stomach.

She screamed and grabbed the tip of the cane. She pushed and struggled, but couldn't move it. He leaned over it harder, pressing it into her, pushing her down into the pillows.

"You are the beast's whore and nothing else!" he yelled.

She stopped struggling, held the tip of the cane tightly in her hands, and looked up at him.

"I am more then you'll ever be, Faustus," she said angrily through gritted teeth.

Even in anger her face was beautiful, her brows furled, her eyes shining, her muscles tense.

"You are nothing. You mean nothing. You're existence is a pitiful waste," he spat at her. He pushed the cane into her harder, making her body jerk under the pressure.

Adara's mouth opened as if she was trying to say something, but no words came out. Her face was turning a soft purple. Her neck strained. Her chest heaved.

"You exist only because I allow it. Remember that. Always," he said, his voice much calmer, returning to its previous throaty harshness.

He lifted the cane and stepped back out of the mound of pillows. Adara rolled onto her side, curled into a ball, her knees drawn up to her chest, as she panted for breath. Dr. Faustus turned away from her. I quickly stepped back and pulled the opening closed. His eyes moved past me only for an instant as he walked around the tent extinguishing the candles flames with his fingertips, the tent becoming darker with each dying flame.

He stopped at the last candelabra near the entrance and looked over at Adara who was lying still, watching him, curled over a pillow.

"You have nothing to offer me, Adara," he said, still looking at her as he killed one flame after the other, his eyes never leaving her as he talked. "You have nothing I want. Nothing I need. And when you die your life will have meant nothing."

The tent was suddenly dark as the last flame went out. I stepped away from the slit in the tent, knowing I would be easier to spot from inside the dark tent, and turned away to peer into the night, my back pressed against the canvas, still listening.

I heard his shoes move across the soft carpet, his cane tapping in front of him. I heard her breaths, soft and gentle. I could hear her moving as she shifted her body, her skirt, her skin, whispering across the pillows.

"There is nothing you can do to me, Adara," he said, his voice sounding oddly gentle. "Nothing," he whispered and I wrapped my arms around myself to stop the shivering.

I heard the sound of another body moving across the pillows and imagined Dr. Faustus moving towards her on all fours, stalking her like prey.

"We shall see," I heard her say, a low whisper riding on the air.

Then, I heard nothing. The tent was perfectly quiet. I looked towards Monolith's cage and those red eyes were watching me, staring through me.

I walked away, my head turned to stare at those red eyes as they followed me. I broke into a run and ran the whole way back to Sarah's tent.

There was no sleep that night. Sarah was waiting for me when I reached our bed. Our sex that night was long and painful. She rode me, sliding up and down the length of my cock, and images squirmed through my head; images of Adara writhing under the tip of the cane, of me lying between those dark thighs, of Dr. Faustus climbing on top of her in the dark, of the beast following me with his eyes. My cock seemed to shrink and grow inside of Sarah as each scene played out in my mind, but she rode me just the same, used me for the satisfaction that I could give her.

When she was done, tired and exhausted, she rolled off of me, too frustrated with trying to make me come to continue, leaving me hard and unsatisfied. She curled her body around me and stroked my cock through the night, her fingers playing along it, exploring it like she had never touched it before.

In the morning we parted, having said nothing to each other all night, and mechanically went about our duties to finish preparations for the day. Once, I caught her staring at me, her arms crossed under her breasts, and I knew she had been studying me as I worked. She knew something was different, but didn't want to ask. She turned away with a smile and continued with her work.

Her shows that day were more outrageous than before. I started to wonder if I would have to keep a weapon to beat back the crowd that threatened to surge from their seats and rape Sarah in the midst of her performance. I wondered if it would even be rape. She might actually want it to happen, might enjoy it. The crowds left in a state of shock normally reserved for those leaving Monolith's tent.

I said nothing to her about it. She had changed as I had. She needed to express herself and I would not stop her. It was who she was and I could accept that. For the first time in months I started to feel love for her again. As I watched her dance, watched the glazed eyes of the men staring at her, showing no emotion but raw need, no embarrassment, no self-consciousness, nothing but lust, I realized her power, the power that had drawn me to her, the power that drew me to Adara. I saw Sarah through Adara's eyes and she was beautiful. Beautiful like she had been to me when I had first seen her. Beautiful as she had become to me as I had grown to know her.

I still loved her. I realized that. And after her last show, we made passionate love in the middle of the tent. We came together, our lips pressed together tightly, our hands clutching. Afterwards we lay on the ground and talked, talked as we hadn't in months. I was happy.

That night we decided to go to Monolith's show, but not have sex while we watched. We were both too sore and tired, but going to the late shows had been a routine we weren't willing to give up.

We sat at the back of the tent in the dark, on the opposite side from the audience, where we shouldn't have even been, but wanted to watch the crowd as much as the show that night. We huddled on the ground, our limbs wrapped around each other and we watched.

We saw everything that happened that night. We were the only people besides the participants who knew what happened. If we had sat in the stands or had sex under the stands as we had before then we would have probably ran when everybody else did. We would have missed it all.

We were sitting at the back of the tent, behind the curtain that blocked most of the tent from the waiting crowd. Flaps at the side of the tent several feet from us were drawn back.

We watched as the twins led Monolith into the tent by a large chain wrapped around his neck. Dr. Faustus walked beside him, his hand resting on the beast's arm. Monolith seemed to be in a daze, very docile. I only saw him so tame after a coupling with Adara. It seemed that he was drugged.

His hoofed feet scuffed across the ground like he could barely move them. His large back was bent over while his head drooped low. His snout was pointed to the ground, his ears flat against his head, his eyes cloudy. His tail dragged on the ground behind him. For the first time I felt pity for the beast. He seemed beaten. He didn't exude that fierce energy that rippled across my skin like static, that I always felt when I was near him. But he walked very close to me, held only by the twin's chain and Dr. Faustus's hand. I determined that it was probably more so Dr. Faustus's touch than the twin's leash that held the beast.

They led Monolith to the post dug into the ground in the middle of the tent and chained him to it. Once the twins were done securing him to the post they quickly moved away. Dr. Faustus made a quick bow, just a slight nod of the head, the most reverent gesture he could possibly make, and then took his hand from Monolith's arm and walked away.

Monolith then seemed to come awake. He shook his head, the mane on his head and neck shaking with him, and straightened his back until he was standing at his full height on his bent legs.

He glanced at the post by his side and then grabbed the chains binding him to it. He yanked on the chains once, snorted his disapproval, and let the chains fall from his hands. He stomped the ground with his hooves and walked to the extent of his chain towards the entrance he had been brought in. The chain pulled tightly to his neck. He bellowed, a loud roar that made Sarah cling to me even tighter.

Dr. Faustus stood only a few feet from the beast and stared at him casually. He raised his gloved hand in front of him as if he meant to caress him. Monolith shook his head and walked away, moving in a circle at the fullest extent of the chain, his breath huffing through his snout, his hands clutched in fists at his sides.

He was extremely agitated, wound tight that night, ready to snap, lash out at the first creature to come within his grasp. I was startled to see him so furious, a contained anger, like he was holding on to it, filling his mind and body with that rage, barely able to contain it, waiting to unleash it. It made the beast more human.

The show began normally. Dr. Faustus made his introduction to the crowd. We could hear his voice from the other side of the large curtain that was stretched across the width and height of the tent.

When he finished his introduction the curtain was pulled to the side and the crowd made the same gasps of horror I had heard before, the gasps that at another time would make me laugh, but tonight made me shake. Sarah shook as well. We both felt it. But we were powerless to leave. Like a train wreck we had to watch.

The show that night was supposed to be similar to many I had seen before and like the first that I had seen. The music came from behind us, outside the tent but loud enough that it could be heard in the tent easily, but not so loud that we, sitting so close the musicians, could not speak to each other.

Adara made her grand entrance and the gasp from the crowd this time was not from horror but surprise, admiration, and lust.

Adara moved towards Monolith on her toes like a ballerina. She stretched her body in a long, elegant, curvaceous line, her muscles taught. She was entirely nude.

She approached him in long strides, her legs straight, her arms curved above her head, her hair flowing down her back, her skin a rich mocha, thick and smooth, her breasts firm and proud as she held her chest high, her eyes focused on Monolith.

I turned my head and noticed Monolith had moved and walked around his circle, coming close to us. The chain would not allow him to reach us, but I felt my fear of the beast nonetheless. But he did not see us. His eyes were on Adara as she pranced towards him.

She paid no attention to the music, to the crowd, to anything or anybody, except for Monolith. Her eyes were slanted, intense, seeming to glower back at the beast with a force that would have wilted all but the strongest of men. But Monolith was not a man. He stared back at her, his arousal immediately discernible by his cock that sprang to attention to a length and a width that made Sarah shiver in fear and lust beside me.

I did not share Sarah's arousal that night. I was surprised at myself for not being aroused by the sight of Adara moving so seductively towards me, towards Monolith. But I felt the danger that night. I saw it in her eyes, in her movements. I saw it in Monolith's body. They were both tense, their bodies strung tight with a deep passion born of lust and rage. They eyed each other as if they were about to fight and they both knew only one would come away alive.

I wanted to stop it. I wanted to yell at them to stop, to stop the show, to carry Adara out of the tent and away from the danger. But there is no way to stop the inevitable.

When Monolith moved screams erupted from the crowd. The beast was quick, quicker than I had thought imaginable, and later I would be reminded of Dr. Faustus as he had moved towards Adara the night before.

Monolith was jerked backwards by the chain, the tips of his fingers only an inch from Adara's face, and she never flinched. She glared back at him, a mocking smirk across her lips, and she dropped to her feet to sway her hips at him, taunting him, as he regained his stance and snorted.

Her foot shot out and kicked him in the hip and she twisted to the side, following the kick around him and inside of his circle. He turned towards her, his arms out to grab her, but she fell to her knees under his arms and as she tumbled away I saw her hand reach out to caress his cock.

Monolith grunted and turned back towards her as she leapt to her feet. He reached his hand out towards her at the length of his chain and she reached out to touch his hand, to tease him. He closed his hand to grab her, but she pulled away, and danced away from him on her toes. He followed her as she walked around his circle, moving towards the crowd.