Monster's Mate

Even the carpets of the Paris Opera House were plush and immaculate, Lucinda noted as she carefully knelt down between the Phantom’s thighs in Box Five.

Truly, this was a very odd request for him to make, she mused. Yet the daring of their escapade thrilled her. Even though the curtain was halfway drawn around the theater box, they could so easily be discovered in this compromising position.

This was her first night spent in Paris with her client. Before she had even recovered from the long carriage ride, he insisted that she bathe and refresh herself. Then he handed her a box with a pink ribbon around it. Inside was an elaborate pink beaded evening gown that fit her perfectly. She wondered how he had so accurately guessed her measurements. When she donned the dress, she did not recognize herself when she looked in the mirror. She looked like an elegant lady of refinement...and then there was a spark of memory from before. The days of sunlight before the monsters…afternoon teas in the park…evening waltzes in ballrooms. But then the memories eluded her.

When she was ready for him, the Phantom gave her a wicked smile as he stalked towards her, kissing her hand.

“If only you could be shown off before all of Paris,” he remarked. “You would have every man at your feet. As it is, all of your charms are for me alone.”

Yet, all of the Phantom’s attentions were obviously not for her alone, for his eyes were riveted on the lovely young brunette on stage with the streaming curls, singing an aria from “Hannibal”. And Lucinda knew that the erect cock tenting through his pants was a tribute to that girl who was singing.

As quietly as she could, Lucinda followed his instructions that he had given her as they went through the trap doors and tunnels to the theater. Tenderly, she took his erect manhood out of his well pressed trousers, stroked it with her fingers, and then placed it in her mouth . He smelled and tasted quite pleasant. Obviously he had been preparing for this little event for some time now. His hand softly stroked her hair, urging her onward as the musical notes soared about them. Yet she knew that he was pretending that he was with that woman on the stage. She almost felt as if she were in some strange sort of threesome.

“Yes...” the husky whisper pleaded. “Oh, yes...oh, how I want you…”

Lucinda had to fight back her own urgent moans of arousal as her nipples hardened. She wished that she could touch herself between the legs but there was no way she could while she was on her hands and knees in this elaborate evening gown. The Phantom did not help matters any when he slipped a hand down the décolletage of her evening gown, fingering her breast. Oh, how she throbbed in hunger!

And she did not know why she should be so turned on. Performing flagrante delicto on a man who was so obviously interested in another woman was sort of an insult really. And yet, the longing in his voice and sighs was so intense that she was vicariously living through his own passion, pretending that she was the woman he wanted and getting so wet in spite of herself.

When the pretty soprano reached the finale of her aria with a note that seemed impossibly high, the Phantom came into her hungry mouth with a large long gush. His grip on her hair clenched slightly as he made every effort not to cry out loud. She made sure to swallow every drop of his cum so as not to ruin her pretty new dress.

“Oh, Christine...” he gasped sadly.

So that singer on stage was the famous Christine that he was so in love with! She was certainly a beautiful woman, no question about it. The knowledge made Lucinda’s heart ache in sympathy. The Phantom was such a lonely man, living by himself underground with nothing but that pipe organ for company, and seemed to love that Christine so much. And with such an ugly face and reputation, how would he ever win her over?

Lucinda felt like a fool when she began to sniffle into her silken handkerchief as they made their way back in the boat across the underground lake to his hideout.

“Why, Lucinda, whatever is the matter, my dear?”

She was touched by the concern in his voice which sounded sincere enough.

“I guess I’m just a silly romantic,” Lucinda shrugged, wiping at her tears. “But I’ve never seen a man so in love with a woman as you are with Christine.”

The Phantom rewarded her with a kind smile. Actually, he was rather handsome as long as he kept his mask on.

“You have a kind heart, my dear,” he soothed as he kissed her hand. “But do not despair for you shall be my greatest tactic yet in winning my love over forever.”

“Me?” Lucinda gasped after blowing her nose.

“Of course,” he enthused with a smirk. “Why do you think that I have hired you for a week?”

“I admit I have no idea why you want me for such a long time.”

“Because, sweet Lucinda, you are going to teach me everything I need to know about driving a woman mad with pleasure.”

She could only blink at him, speechless.

“I plan to abduct Christine again before she marries that Vicomte of hers,” he stated simply. “And I shall give her such a glorious time that she shall forget all about that young puppy. My touch will make her burn so hot that she will never again want any other man save myself.”

“And you want me to teach you how to do that?”

“Yes, you are the perfect one to do it. For I find you quite attractive and fondly remember that night we shared together. You are not afraid or disgusted by me, are you?”

She shook her head, pretty certain that his looks no longer bothered her. After all, compared to sharp fangs and a large werewolf’s cock up her butt, an ugly skeletal face with rotted flesh was not such a big deal.

“After you returned to Transylvania, I tried to hire other professional women, but the result was always the same with fainting and screaming and crying. No one else seems to be as suited for the job as you, Lucinda, for you are a unique woman of courage and passion.”

Despite all reason, his words made her feel rather honored.

“And from some of the beautiful sounds you made during our encounter in the past, I assume you shall not find the task so unpleasant,” he said flirtatiously, placing a gloved hand upon her knee.

To be honest, she could barely recall fucking the Phantom that first time around. The whole thing had happened very quickly. And a lot of things had happened to her since then. Still, she wisely decided not to confess her lapse of memory to him. She was in no hurry to be strung up by his Punjab Lasso.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” she smiled at him, hoping it was what he wanted to hear. “But do you really think this plan is going to work?”

He shrugged despondently.

“I’ve tried everything else. Christine is my Angel of Music, perfect for me in every way. If only she could look past my face, I know we could be happy together.”

Lucinda bit her lip, trying to hide her dubious look unsuccessfully.

“All right,” he waved with an impatient hand. “She was upset with me for killing some people and cutting down a chandelier, but I suspect that with time, she will overlook those mistakes.”

“I don’t mind helping you, Mr. Phantom...”

“Please call me Erik.”

“Erik...” she said. “But if your plan doesn’t work, you are not going to blame me and kill me, are you?”

“No, of course not, my dear. That would be highly unreasonable of me. And killing such a beauty would be so wasteful. Shall we get started tomorrow?”

“If you’re up to it, we could get started right away,” she suggested with a coy smile. She hoped he would agree for the lustful ache in her pussy was still as strong as ever.

He placed her hand upon his manhood straining through his pants.

“I’m definitely up to it.”

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Bathed in candlelight, Lucinda and the Phantom lay naked upon his big feather bed in his hideout. She insisted that he not wear his mask, for she did not want him to be encumbered. That, and she wanted to gauge for herself how easy it might be for Christine to ignore his ugliness.

She tried not to writhe and squirm as she allowed him to run his hands slowly and smoothly up and down her body. This was no fast fuck or blow job in the dark. He wanted to know everything about a woman’s flesh that he had been denied true knowledge of all of his life.

“I love your breasts,” he murmured as he pressed gentle kisses upon her swollen nipples. “They are so full and sensitive. And they feel so much better to the touch than I ever imagined they would.” His words made her so damned hot and wet.

He had her turn onto her stomach so he could explore her backside. Experimentally, he rubbed his hard cock against the soft flesh, squeezing the globes of her buttocks around him. It was all she could do not to rise up on her hands and knees and insist that he take her right then and there like an animal.

When he had her spread her legs wide apart and began to finger her pussy with great curiosity, leaving no fold untouched, she lost all patience and control.

“Oh, Mr. Phantom…I mean, Erik…please fuck me now,” she begged him desperately. “Fuck me as hard as you want tonight; and we’ll work on the gentleness and finesse tomorrow.”

He was all too happy to oblige her, seeming pleased that a beautiful woman was begging him to make love to her. He pounded and banged into her with all abandon until she screamed with release.

Oh, this would be a tough assignment, but somebody had to do it!

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By the week’s end, Lucinda was quite proud of her accomplishment. The Phantom had metamorphosed into a virtual sexual athlete underneath her tutorage. And she wondered if her Master had felt the same sort of elation and pride when he had created her.

The Phantom had been such a quick learner and avid pupil, doing anything she asked him to. He became such an expert at manipulating her clit and nipples that she would literally start to cry from intense pleasure. His staying power improved with practice. And they tried out all sorts of different positions from a book he had obtained called the Kama Sutra. They fucked as often as their energy and hormones would hold out. Having molded him into the perfect lover, she almost hated to have to relinquish him to Christine. But she knew that Christine was the only woman who could completely have his heart.

Indeed, the only thing they did not explore was the art of kissing. He said that he wanted to save all of his kisses for Christine alone.

“Now every woman is different,” she lectured to the Phantom as he sucked on her toes. “Just because I like this doesn’t mean Christine will. She might hate it. Or she might not even know what she likes if she is as innocent as you say. You will have to listen to the cues of her voice and her body and discover the secrets for yourself.”

“At least, with you, I will have a frame of reference,” he said as he ran his tongue along the arch of her foot.

“And if she is a virgin, you must be careful to go slowly as she will probably be in pain. Maybe you could work that magic tongue of yours on her clit and make her cum good and hard first. That might help.”

Erik’s cock erected at the thought of Christine’s sacrosanct pussy, all innocent and waiting to be ravished by him.

“Were you in pain your first time?” he asked curiously.

Lucinda frowned.

“I really don’t know,” she said with a trace of sadness. Then she took his hand and placed it upon her naked breast. “Come, let us practice a little bit more.”