Monster's Mate

Story Codes: N/C, BDSM, Spank, Oral

Author’s Note: Sorry if this story is becoming too much of a Phantom of the Opera FF. This is the last chapter where the Phantom will make an appearance.

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After the Phantom escorted Lucinda safely to her train, he immediately put his plan into action.

It was all too easy really.

His love, Christine, was all sheltered away and kept tightly locked up for him at the Vicomte’s estate. The Vicomte de Chagny and his family mistakenly assumed that she would be safe under their lock and key until her impending marriage. But they underestimated the power of a monster in love.

Oh, yes, he had let Christine go to the handsome young lad and leave him. But as the time went by, he realized what a mistake he had made. He had been so out of his head with jealousy and love to the point where he had not been thinking clearly. Also, he had been dismayed at Christine’s betrayal when she had revealed his disfigurement to all of Paris.

But even so, he knew that Christine was destined to be his.

As quiet as a cat, he crept up to the balcony of her locked room, opening the large French door with his skeleton key. There she was, her dark hair spilled about her shoulders, looking like a princess in the moonlight. Leaving no time to waste, he placed the chloroform-soaked rag over her nose and scooped her up. Carefully, he lowered them down the side of his house by his rope until he reached his horse.

Once safely ensconced in his lair, the Phantom tied Christine spread eagled to his bed. Oh, she was so sexy and beautiful that he could not stand it. For what must have been an hour, he sat on the edge of the bed in dumb admiration of his captive, his cock growing harder by the second as he thought of all of the things that he would do to her.

Unable to wait any longer, he took a small knife and sliced through her delicate white nightgown of silk and lace, separating the halves of the fabric so her slim and graceful body could be revealed in all of its natural glory. Her skin was of the whitest alabaster, gleaming in the candlelight. Her breasts were small but her coral-colored nipples were large and inviting. She had the build of a dancer with her trim arms, stomach and legs. Reverently, he touched the springy hair covering her pussy. Oh, he nearly spent in anticipation!

He had intended for her to wake up before he even so much as undressed her, but his lustful curiosity got the best of him. Leaning down, he began to lick at those cute nipples until they puckered and hardened for him, eager for more of the same treatment. He then stroked her breasts gently with his fingertips, causing her to stir. Moving back down to her pussy, he bent over it. Parting her lips, he began to finger at her folds and her little protruding clit, teasing her until she oozed with creamy sweetness even before she knew where she was.

Christine made a mewling sound, stirring in arousal, not yet aware that she was helplessly bound.

“This is only right, my darling,” he crooned into her ear as she awakened. “Do not be afraid. I am to be your true husband, not that foolish Vicomte. We are so perfect for each other that we are meant to be one. Even if we have no rings or ceremony, I shall be your husband tonight. And I am going to fuck you and make you mine for this is our wedding night. We shall be so happy, my love...so happy indeed...”

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Christine must have been dreaming for she thought she had heard her Angel whispering gently in her ear. He was once again by her side, at last!

For weeks, she had secretly regretted choosing the Vicomte de Chagny over the Phantom. While Raoul was a good friend and companion, she felt so cold when he would kiss her and make protestations of love. Already, she had become rather tired of his fawning over her, wondering if her marriage would be as dull as her engagement was becoming. Her heart never raced with him. She never felt that breathless dizzy feeling that she had felt with her Angel. And she had wondered what would have happened if she had made the other choice. If she had chosen her Angel to be her husband...

Often she would dream of what their wedding night would have been like. And she would wake up with
that embarrassing wetness between her legs...much like she was feeling now. Only this time, her unnatural cravings were even more intense than usual as her womb clenched with frustration for something that wasn’t there.

Although it was a sin, she wanted to touch herself between the legs. She needed to rub herself as she had never been in such torment before. But as she tried to do so, she realized that she could not move.

She was bound and naked!

While the realization made her mind startle, she felt too sluggish to struggle or even scream. In the name of God, what was the matter with her?

As she saw the porcelain white mask appear in her vision, she began to slowly comprehend the situation.

Once again, the masked man had proven himself not to be her sweet Angel but the villainous Phantom of the Opera. Only a monster would drug her, abduct her and take advantage of her while she was tied up. When would she learn that he was not the man she dreamed of? Again and again, he had deceived her, pretending that he was the Angel of Music that her deceased father had sent to her from the heavens, pretending to be a ghost, pretending that he was merely her friend and musical tutor and wanted nothing more from her. But as she saw him now, staring at her with heated lust and licking his lips, she realized that here was honesty at last. For so long now, the Phantom had pursued her relentlessly, seducing her with his voice and shaping her musical career. Could she ask for a more faithful lover than this obsessed madman and killer?

This was what she had feared most about him. Not his grotesque face nor his rages nor his murdering manipulative ways...but his desire to have her just like this, helpless and vulnerable and at his mercy. He wanted to make her submit to him in every way a woman could submit to a man. And even worse, she felt a shameful perverse excitement in having to submit. Yet trapped as she was, she felt a strange sort of calm. This was her fate, for better or for worse. She was sure of it now.

As the Phantom gave her a slow smile, he ran his hands all along her body. Gritting her teeth, she swore that she would not give him the satisfaction of showing her fear nor would she succumb to the horrid lust that he was forcing her to feel.

“Do not be afraid, sweet wife,” he murmured. “I only mean to love you.”

Wickedly, he slid his fingers into her wet private place, wiggling his fingers about until she felt like grinding herself against his hand frantically, particularly when he tickled the small nub at the front of her womanhood.

Christine felt hot all over and was sure that she was blushing a most furious shade of red. All pride forgotten, she proceeded to beg him for mercy.

“For the love of God, Erik,” she gasped. “Do not shame me like this. This is so wrong. And we aren’t married.”

“Maybe not by the laws of God or Man, but I claim you as my wife alone,” he announced firmly, the tone of his voice brooking no argument. As he dreamily gazed upon her naked breasts, his face softened. “Now, little wife, I mean to make you scream with ecstasy and cum in my mouth.”

Not even knowing what he was talking about, she was about to say something else. But when his mouth hungrily nuzzled at her naked helpless breasts, she felt such stabs of frustrating animal desire that she forgot what she was going to say. On and on, he kept licking at her nipples while fingering at her folds below.

“Please stop...” she pleaded. “I cannot take any more...”

“Oh, you shall take more before this night is over, my sweet wife. Much more.”

Christine was shocked to the core when he lowered himself down and placed his mouth where his fingers had been between her legs. Oh, this was so wicked and obscene! He paused for a second, removing his mask so that he could delve deeper into her slit with his mouth. His evil tongue was so warm and slippery and ticklish. As he relentlessly tortured her nub with his tongue, he reached up with his hands finding her breasts and pinching her nipples in a steady rhythm.

As he kept on with his sinful attack, Christine writhed and cried and moaned and screamed, unable to care about her lack of dignity, unable to care about what a wanton whore she must sound like, unable to care that she was stark naked underneath the Phantom still dressed in his evening clothes, unable to care about anything but the strange wild excitement he was creating in her body.

The pressure built and built until she could not stand it. Surely, she would go to hell for feeling like this. She knew for a certainty she would go mad. And she knew she would die like this with his mouth endlessly eating away at her between her legs.

“No...no...” she moaned, frightened at how out of control she was of her own senses, lewdly thrusting herself deeper into his mouth. “Oh, oooh! OOOHHH!” Immense trembles of release violently assaulted her, causing her body to convulse in a series of shockwaves. Lord above, had anything ever felt this good?

Suddenly, she felt him untie her ankles. Lifting her legs up by his hips, she felt his large manhood insistently pressing into her. As he worked his way all the way in, she felt sharp tears of pain sting at her eyes.

“Sssshh...” he soothed into her ear. “It’s over now, sweet wife.”

Tracing the tears along her cheeks with his tongue, he slipped his hand in between their bodies, pinching her clit gently as he began to move against her. That intense pleasure blended with the pain. Once more, she began to quiver in the throes of orgasm, even while his thick large rod caused her to stretch and burn.

After he came with a loud cry, spilling his hot seed into her, he untied her and held her close, murmuring words of love to her. Part of her wanted to call him every dirty word she had ever heard of for ruining her. Yet she was so tired and languorous and comfortable in his embrace that she passed out in a semi-swoon as he hummed a sweet melody in her ear.

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Erik gave Christine a few days to recover herself from her lost maidenhood, keeping her safely locked up and cared for in the bedroom that he had built for her for just this purpose.

But it was only a matter of time before the raging beast of his cock demanded more of his prisoner wife.

Tentatively, he unlocked the door of her bedroom. She was an intoxicating vision, sleeping between the covers in her naked state. He had left her no clothes to wear, hoping that being kept in nudity would only add more stimulation to her sensual nature which he was only now beginning to discover.

Like a tiger, he pounced upon her while she was asleep, pulling her over his lap and tying her wrists behind her back. Even though she flailed and kicked, she was no more effective in her struggles than a kitten.

“You were a bad wife not to choose your true husband, Christine,” he said threateningly. “I did not take you to task on our wedding night, but now I feel I must.”

He spanked her several times on her pretty round buttocks, not hard enough to really hurt her. His aim was not to cause her physical pain but to humiliate her into base animal need. This had not been a sexual technique that he had learned from Lucinda, but he was curious to try it on his new wife nonetheless. But he was starting to regret it already for the sight of her bouncing pink buttocks was causing him to become painfully hard.

“Erik, no...please don’t! I’m sorry! Ow!”

“Your cries and apologies are useless, little wife,” he commanded. “You must take the punishment your husband wishes to inflict upon you. Now keep your thighs wide open.”

Erik did not have to touch her to know she was becoming horribly excited. He felt her creaming pussy rubbing against his thigh. When he tentatively slid a finger in her passage, she did not seem to be sore. In fact, she couldn’t seem to get enough, thrusting herself against his hand most eagerly. He spanked her a few more times as he finger fucked her until she spasmed, flooding his fingers with her juices.

While she was half fainting from her violent orgasm, he untied her wrists from behind her back and retied them to the bedposts. This time, he joined her ankles next to her wrists so that her body was horribly wide and open for whatever he cared to do to her.

He realized that he had completely neglected her breasts; so he massaged them, stroking her little nipples until they were hard. Then he gently slid a finger into her tight passage as he pressed against her clit. Despite her soft pleas for mercy, her pussy was clearly ready for more loving, clenching enthusiastically around his finger.

“My wife needs to come again, doesn’t she?” he taunted as he slid another finger inside of her. “Shall I lick and suck on my wife’s little clit? She must want me to as it is so hard and red and throbbing...”

“Please...” Christine begged, her body entirely suffused in a blush.

“Ask me nicely,” he demanded.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please kiss me down there?”

Erik placed a chaste kiss along the inside of her thigh, almost causing her to sob in frustration.

“Please lick and suck me?”

“Lick and suck what?”

“My...” Christine swallowed hard. “Please lick and suck my...clit...?” After she made the naughty demand, she swallowed hard.

“Christine’s husband would do anything for his Angel,” he smiled as he parted her nether lips. “Keep looking at me, love.”

Her eyes widened with shock as she lifted her head and watched him extend his tongue and swirl it around her center in one long lick. The sight galvanized her into a writhing frenzy as her thighs began to shake and widen. She was just on the verge of spending.

Then Erik rose up and thrust his angry hungry cock into her. Tied up as she was, the penetration was so much deeper that he nearly lost all control. If it were not for his earlier practice, he was sure that he would have. For a moment, he was concerned he was hurting her, but when she threw her head back and began to jolt her hips up towards his demandingly, he knew that she loved every second of it.

“Now that you’re no longer a virgin, it will always be this way,” he whispered in her ear as he moved against her. “Doesn’t it feel good, Christine?”

She answered with a soft moan.

“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Come for your angel.”

He moved a finger to her clit while he kept fucking her. Suddenly, her pussy rewarded his efforts, hugging and quivering fiercely around his cock.

“That’s it, Christine,” he encouraged her. “Let me have all of it. All of it...”

He then pumped away at her with abandon until he came with a huge explosion.

Even when they finished, he only untied her ankles.

Throughout the night, he played with her body like she was a musical instrument. Again and again, he made her come. Once with his fingers. Again, with his mouth. Another time by simply suckling on her breasts and pinching her clit.

Her crystal blue eyes were hazy and drugged with the orgasms that he forced again and again upon her bound helpless body.

Eventually, he freed her from her bonds. When she opened her eyes to look upon him, he was prepared for tears, recriminations, insults, curses...anything but what he heard...

“Je t’aime, mon Ange.” I love you, my Angel.