Monsters and Dolls'

The second Climax to a Dolls Night

Duran leaves me at the door way of what must be his bedroom, a king size bed is in the center of the room while a white dresser and desk are placed on either side of the room with an  assortment of his belongings scattered around them, plenty of snow globs which surprises me, its not as big of a room as I thought it would be, this is actually a nice room though, the walls are swirls of black and gray over a white primer, while the carpet is simply gray.

Duran leaves his walk-in closet where he changed into his pajamas? It’s a little surprising to see him wearing them, mainly because I don’t think about monsters wearing pajamas, I guess they are more like humans then we like to believe.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed when he joins me, “you wanna wear that or do you wanna wear one of my shirts?” he asks referring to his robe I’m wrapped in.

“This is fine thanks” I say quickly, I’m a little nervous, I’m getting the impression we’re going to sleep in the same bed.

“Suit yourself” Duran walks to the other side of the bed crawling in, like I thought, I stand looking over him and the bed, “well get in” he tells me, I look him over once again, he leans on his elbow looking at me with a smug grin he almost always wears, “I have bought you a few night’s, the least you could do is sleep with me,” he winks.

What a massive monster, most monsters are bigger and have a different skeleton’s then humans. but Duran a skeleton with a humanoid body, his bones are huge seeing him in a muscle shirt has put it all into prospective for me, his caller bone is as thick as my wrist, I’m assuming his rib cage is just as huge and impressive.

Climbing into bed with the skeleton I feel uneasy but comfortable, this is a really nice bed, I might fall asleep easier than I thought, getting myself comfortable Duran leans over and kisses my cheek, “good night Aileen” he says before laying down too.

“Good night Duran” I whisper, I think I catch a smile grow on his face before he snaps his fingers and the lights turn off, such a nice room such a nice home, I turn on my side looking at Duran, I touch his face when his eyes open a red hue illuminates from his sockets, how incredible.

“Thank you for bringing me here” I tell him, I want him to know this means something to me, something important, even if he had other intentions for bringing me here I’m still happy he did, I lean over and kiss him, before I can pull away he’s holding me there kissing me back.

I feel my arms cover themselves in goose bumps, I pull back to take a breath, “you really know how to take a girls breath away” I whisper, his ruby tooth glimmers in the glow of his eyes as he pushes his invisible lips into mine, laying me down he lays over top of me hands on either side of me while I hold his muscle shirt.

A free hand that isn’t holding him up moves its way onto my chest finding its way beneath his robe, I gasp as he touches my breast, he stops, still holding me though not kissing me “somethin’ wrong?” he asks with a smile.

There’s nothing I can say, he’s been buying me for this reason, so what if he never said it, this is what he wanted, he smiles to my silence kissing my lips again he moves to my neck for another kiss then kisses my chest atop his robe and beneath it, his kissing continues down moving the blankest he kisses my stomach, spreading my legs he kisses the lips between them.

I let out a sharp gasp before he’s done anything to really make me lose my breath, I can feel his breath on my legs as he looks up at me from between them, I look down at him, my hearts racing, I bit my lip and Duran enjoys me, I arch my back as he’s licking, I hold my breath from time to time letting out long huffs of air.

The sensation is like nothing I knew, I’ve experienced s*x before and I know what he’s doing is apart of it but it’s never been apart of the s*x I’ve experienced; a part of me wonders if I’m happy to of had this experience with Duran, I look down at him to see him looking at me one eye closed as he continues to lick me.

Throwing my head back I grip the sheets tight. It’s true I am happy it’s him down on me a monster with passion and taste, then a human, I love my race, I know we can be difficult and not as excepting, the war is good enough reason to know that.

There’s something about Duran, I cant say I know him well, but I know myself and I feel good, I feel good with what he’s doing to me, I also feel good with how he treats me, I’ve never felt threatened by him, maybe annoyed or scared but not of him, only what my race has taught me of him and his race we know nothing about.

I’m out of breath as whatever I was holding back is expunged, laying there breathless Duran rises from my legs, I’m embarrassed I know he must have gotten wet when I cam on him, lifting the hem of his muscle shirt to whip his mouth only confirms what I was already dreading.

Rolling to my side I breath into a pillow, I don’t know why I feel so embarrassed I’m sure it’s happened before, -but it hasn’t happened to me,- Duran runs his hand up my leg, hip and back under his robe that he’s now pulling open.

“What are you pouting for?” he asks gently rolling me on my back reveling my body to him, I take a few deep breaths, he’s smiling down on me, looking me over, I can see the red pupil swimming in the black of his sclera tracing over my body.

“I’m not pouting” I whine, crossing my arms covering myself.

Sighing deeply, he sounds pleased, “come on now, don’t do that doll” he orders taking my hands, slipping his fingers through mine Duran spreads my arms while leaning in as he kisses me, “don’t wear that look on your face.”

Duran’s legs are on either side of mine, though I still have plenty of room to roll side to side between him, he really is a massive beast, looking up at his crooked smile I crack a smile, his smile grows wider.

Duran was waiting for me to smile, “heh, much better doll” he tells me through a slight laugh, I slip my finger out from his reaching up I take his face, I’m bringing him closer as I meet him half way, kissing me he holds my back and head.

Lifting me, I’m seated upright on my knees pressing myself into his body as he holds and kisses me, breaking our kiss I catch my breath as I look over his face, though I can feel his breath and I know he breaths  it doesn’t seem like he’s ever catching his own breath, “deep in thought are we?”

The question took me by surprise, but it’s when he collapsed that really surprised me, he’s laying there looking up at the ceiling, for a moment I thought he was hurt, but he’s not, I take his hand holding it to my chest as I lean over him, “what’s wrong?” my question draws his eyes to me.

Looking back at the ceiling, “I’m tiered” he answers me.

I lay beside him holding his arm, “no way I can wake you up?” I ask rubbing his chest.

Duran rolls on his side looking at me “it’s best for everyone if I sleep” he explains, though his explanation is making me a little frustrated.

“So, what was that before then?” I press for a better explanation, I’m laughing to myself a bit I didn’t think I was going to argue with him on whether or not we were going to have s*x, though from what he did before I was expecting it and kind of looking forward to it.

Duran lays his arm over me covering what he can of me with his robe I’m still somewhat wearing, “it wasn’t my intention to do that to you,” he says.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Well” he begins, though I’ve cut him off.

“What you did wasn’t bad, I wasn’t expecting that, but Duran I enjoyed it so much” I envisages just how much, I move in close to him tracing his bones I cant touch due to some invisible barrier, “no one has ever done that to me and I don’t think I want anyone else to do that to me, just you” I confess.

Duran holds me close I can feel him breath harder, suppressing something, I push him on his back gently as I straddle him, he’s looking up at me hungry, “I thought, maybe you could get your money’s worth” I tell him lifting up his muscle shirt raveling his spine and rib cage I cant touch either, it’s like he has invisible skin.

  “Aileen” he struggles with his words as I remove the robe I borrowed, completely, he looks up at me longingly, his hands run up my thighs resting on my hips, “Aileen we can’t” he tries again thinking this time I will listen.

I fumble with his pajama pants trying to take them off while he holds me in place, “you keep talking like I’m yours” I begin giving up on his pants I lean on his chest holding his face and running my hands over his skull as I continue, “but I’m not yours unless you do something about it.”

“I’m trying to” he whispers though a heavy breath.

“It doesn’t look like it” I tell him, kissing him before my words hurt him.

“Doll I am trying,” he explains breaking my kiss, “it’s a lot of work to buy a girl, McKindlies is not making it easy for me.”

I laugh at him sitting back up, “you fool, you have me right here and you buy me every night with no problems, so what’s the problem now?”

A tiered sigh as he’s sits up with me as he holds me in his lap, Duran removes his muscle shirt completely, I am getting used to seeing all his bones like this, I thought I wouldn’t but I am, Duran pulls his muscle shirt on over my head, I don’t argue or fight as I wear his shirt like a dress.

Duran pushes my hair behind my ear, “I have been trying, since I first took you out, to legally own you, so no one else can have you, I want you so bad,” he touches his head to mine, “I want you everyday, I want you to be the someone I’m living for,” looking to me his face pleads with mine.

Duran’s holding my arms as I bite my lip, thinking of what to say next, it’s overwhelming, “was, was that your way of proposing?”

“A what?” he asks confused.

I roll my eyes and laugh slightly, I’m getting a little giddy, “are you asking me to marry you?”

Duran pauses a moment thinking, snapping his fingers he responds “that’s the husband and wife thing, that’s what your talking about?” I node my head with no words, I’m getting really excited, even if he’s clueless, “wait here” he tells me jumping out of bed and leaving the room.

Confused and excited I wait a moment sitting back in bed as I wait for him, the lights turned on dimly lighting the room when he returns, I jump excited to his return; I’m always excited when I see him, I feel my heart throb a bit when he steps into the room, as if it aches for him.

Duran kneels next to the bed where I’m sitting, “what are you doing?” I ask stupidly, I can’t change the goofy smile I know I’m wearing.

“If I’m going to do it, I got to do it right” he tells me, now my smile is gone as I stare at him in shock, “Aileen Maxine” he holds a small velvet box to me, my hands slap over my mouth, “would you marry me?” opening the box shows a diamond ring.

Hands still over my mouth and I let out a sound of delight, I almost want to cry, I’m smiling so much it hurts, I’m so happy, “is that a yes?” he asks looking just as happy. This tightness in my chest forces me not to answer him right away.

My chest rises and falls with every breath, and every breath I let out feels shakier and shakier until I’m letting out soft muffled noises of pain, why do I hurt so much, why did he ask now, why am I hurting someone I felt I loved?

I shake my head no, his face, he’s heartbroken.