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"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.

Selina had an audience and they were daring her. Oh, she would show them.

She dipped in and found his cock, rigid and throbbing with need, sending shivers of delightful anticipation through her body. She wrapped her palm around him, relishing in the velvety warmth, and pressed her thumb lightly against the head.

"Selina!" Elias gasped while releasing a thick drop of precum. She licked her lips, wondering. She tried to remember the taste of going down on a man. It had been a long time ago, and she had never truly desired it, but she desired it now. If nothing else, the squirming in her lower belly made that clear.

She leaned down and licked the white drop of fluid from the glistening head. Salty. She licked her lips once more while winking flirtatiously at the nightmares, who collectively shuddered with desire.

"Bogs, Selina." Elias surprised her with a kiss, tasting himself on her mouth and murmuring against her lips, "Bogs Selina, what are you doing?"

"You still haven't told me what bogs are."

"How would I know? It's something bogeymen say. At least the last one ... oh holy bogs, are you even listening?"

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and looked up with a mischievous grin. "You were saying?"

He nuzzled his nose into her hair, while her hand found his cock again. "I don't deserve you, Selina darling, but please keep going. Please. Keep. Going."

She smiled and pressed her forehead against his stomach, breathing him in, the danger of him, but also this new freshness, this vulnerable puddle opening up to her. The stuff of nightmares enveloped and stroked her, tugged softly at the flesh of her thighs and legs. She took him in her mouth, all of him, and enjoyed the feel of his trembling thighs under her palms and the rapid sashay of his swirls against the back of hers. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her satin dress and they tickled and stroked her in all the right places.

Again, she tasted salt, and from the sound of his groan and the jerking of his pelvis, she knew he had told her the truth. He wasn't going to last much longer. She pulled her mouth away and smiled. "I'm getting a condom, okay?"

He nodded, a helpless expression on his face. He seemed so undone already and she loved it. She rolled down the condom over his cock and straddled him.

"Wait, wait!" he said, "are you wet?"

He was not entirely clueless.

"I don't want to hurt you." He offered his hand to assist, and she almost burst out laughing looking at the sharp, lethal talon he offered to finger her. She thought he genuinely forgot.

"Oh, I'm wet," she reassured him, dipping two fingers inside her folds and letting him taste her. "I'm soaking wet."

She moaned as she lowered herself on his rockhard erection and he groaned while sucking the juice of her fingers. "Selina."

"Elias."

She started moving slowly, allowing herself the joy of feeling him stretch even bigger inside her. What a waste, this gorgeous man cooped up in here all alone for twenty-four years.

"Bogs, Selina," he said when she slightly increased the pace of her hips. "Bogs, Selina, I can't, I don't deserve this. Holy, holy fuck."

He grabbed the nape of her neck, fur against skin, and the involuntary rasp of a wandering sharp nail into her flesh peaked a whole new sort of arousal. She gasped, relishing in the exquisite delight of pain mixing with pleasure, feeling more alive than she had in years.

"Selina, darling," he said. "I'm so sorry." And with those words he took control, flipped her onto her back and climbed on top, gazing at her as if she was a goddess, while his cock thrust inside her, harder, faster, and deeper.

She moaned, feeling herself edging to the brink of no control, getting brutally and properly fucked. Hallelujah. "I'm coming," she whispered in ragged, hush tones.

"Please do," he whispered into her mouth, his lips claiming hers as he pounded harder into her, grinding and groaning, sending both of them into a spiral of delicious ecstasy.

The room went dark and there were no more fake glow-in-the-dark stars but a million stars behind her eyelids as she called out his name. "Elias. Elias. Elias."

After that, they lay silently together, her leg draped over his waist and her head pressed in the crook under his chin, the realization of what they had done and what was going to happen dawning on them.

A part of her wanted him to stay. A few more nights wouldn't harm anybody, would they? But she quickly shoved that thought aside. It was ridiculous. He had been locked up in here for so long, it was only natural that he wanted to go.

And she wanted him to go. Of course she did. This was Lowie's room. This was her house. She didn't need a hungry bogeyman in her life, did she?

To stop her mind from reeling, she stroked him till he was hard again and whispered into the darkness, "have you ever gone down on a woman?"

He was an expert learner, brushing his lips from her inner thighs over her sex as she instructed, then tentatively licking her clit, swirling his tongue in slow circles, pushing it in ...

Without her having to tell him, he expressed his appreciation for the taste of her sex. "Better than fear, Selina darling. Exquisite. You are exquisite."

She was losing her mind and he was gaining confidence. No longer waiting for instructions, he took it upon himself to experiment.

While licking her, he pressed his furry knuckle against and then inside her. The pressure, the sensation was so new, so sinfully exciting, she screamed while pressing herself closer, into his face and over his paw. She couldn't get enough of him and told him so. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

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