Better a Gentle Monster
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 3
Drama Story: Chapter 3 - On Christmas Eve, elf and angel team up to give three badly abused girls the gift of a milder monster.
Caution: This Drama Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Age Gap Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Magic Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
Sweat made the steering wheel slippery in my hands. I kept checking the mirror, sure that some cop was going to pull us over and ask why I had two runaway girls and a baby in my van. My heart was thumping like a drum in my chest. I was a grown man, but felt like a kid getting caught stealing candy. I just wanted them to like me. I wanted them to feel safe. I kept telling myself it was okay, that they wanted it, but the nerves made my stomach feel like it was full of jumping beans.
We finally pulled into the driveway of my little house. It’s a quiet place, far enough from the neighbors that nobody would hear anything. When I led them inside, the air smelled like old dust and loneliness. I didn’t let them wander. I led them straight to the kitchen. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the shopping bags; with diapers, two outfits for each of the girls, and greasy but delicious fast food cheeseburgers.
I set the bags on the counter and started putting things away. Lora helped me, her big chest brushing against my arm every time she reached for a shelf. It made my breath hitch. Kiley stood by the table, looking small and scared but curious.
We sat at the small wooden table with the fries and the burgers. I watched them eat, really eat, like they hadn’t had a good meal in weeks. We talked about simple things; their favorite colors, what games they liked to play. I tried to be the kind man I’d always dreamed of being, even while my mind kept drifting to the basement and the things I wanted to do to them.
I took little toddler Della up to my bedroom first. I laid her on the big bed and she curled up in a ball, fast asleep. I tucked her in, making sure she was warm, then took a teddy bear I’d bought a decade earlier from its plastic bag, gently wrapping her arm over it. I didn’t want her waking up scared.
Once the door was shut, I walked back down to the living room where Lora and Kiley were waiting. They looked so small on my old couch, huddled together like two frightened birds. “What do you want?” I asked them. My voice sounded scratchy. “I mean, besides the food. What do you really want from me?”
Lora looked up, her eyes shimmering. “We just ... we just don’t want to be hurt anymore,” she whispered. “And we don’t want to be hungry. Please don’t hit us, and give us food every day.”
Kiley nodded quickly, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. “We’ll do anything. Just don’t starve us or beat us. Please?”
I felt a pang in my chest, but the lust was stronger. I looked at Lora’s chest, then at Kiley’s young face. I decided to be honest. I didn’t want to pretend anymore. “I can give you what you need; food, clothes, a safe place to live. But I have needs. I’ve wanted naked fun with a young lady a long, long time.” I took a deep breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I want a blowjob every morning. And I want pussy every night. That’s the deal. If you can do that, you’ll never be hungry again.”
They looked at each other. There was no hesitation, only a kind of desperate relief. Lora nodded first, her voice barely a breath. “Okay. I can do that.”
“Me too,” Kiley whispered. “Deal.”
I could feel the heat rising in my neck. I didn’t want to rush them, not yet, but the thought of Lora’s mouth or Kiley’s softness made my head swim. I stood up and gestured toward the basement door. “Tomorrow I’ll get a crib for Della. She can stay in the living room. But I have something very special for you two. Come with me,” I said, trying to keep my voice and actions calm.
I led them down the basement stairs, my boots thudding on the wood. I stepped into the bedroom first. My eyes scanned the room; the pink bed, the dolls, the soft blankets. Then I saw the handcuffs on the nightstand. My blood ran cold. If they saw those, they’d think I was a monster, not a savior. I grabbed them quickly and shoved them in my pocket, the cold metal biting into my thigh. I didn’t need them. The girls already said yes.
“Here it is,” I whispered, stepping aside to let them in. “Your new room. It’s all for you.”
Lora and Kiley stepped inside, their eyes widening. Lora reached out and touched the mauve comforter, her fingers sinking into the plush fabric. “It’s so ... pretty,” she breathed. Kiley looked at the dolls and the game consoles, a tiny, genuine smile flickering on her face. For a second, they forgot they were in a stranger’s basement.
But as they explored the room, I felt the weight of the handcuffs in my pocket, and the weight of my own desire. I stood by the door, watching the way Lora’s hips swayed as she leaned over the toy box. The sheer scale of her breasts under that thin shirt was almost too much to bear. I felt my penis throb against my boxers, hard and demanding.
The silence became heavy, thick with a kind of electricity that made the hair on my arms stand up. Lora turned around and caught me staring. She didn’t look away. Instead, she slowly reached for the hem of her shirt.
“You said you have needs, Rufus,” she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. “And we have a deal.”
She pulled the shirt over her head in one fluid motion, revealing a bra that looked like it was fighting a losing battle to contain her. She told her younger sister, “Go check on Della, Kiley. We need some privacy.”
I assured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll be kind.”
The young pretty teen left as Lora slowly took off her bra.
God, her chest was huge for a girl her age, triple D, with breasts like big soft melons that just popped out and shook a little. I couldn’t stop looking. I’d dreamed about it so long, and finally it was real! She was so white and smooth. I told her she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I told her that her body was perfect, like a doll but warm and real.
I sat down on the pink bed and pulled her close. I kissed her lips, and she tasted sweet, like the apple pie I gave them for dessert. I kissed her again, harder, feeling her breath get fast. Then I reached out and touched her amazing breasts. They felt so soft, like giant marshmallows. I squeezed them and played with her nipples, and she made a little sound in her throat that made my head spin.
I felt like I was floating. I wanted to eat her up. I moved my hand down to her waist, feeling the curve of her hips. She was shaking a little, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned into me, and the smell of her hair—something like vanilla and old soap—filled my nose.
“You’re so soft, Lora,” I groaned, my voice sounding deep and weird to my own ears. “I can’t believe you’re actually here! I can’t believe this is happening!”
I looked at her chest and felt my heart thumping. Her breasts were just perfect. I’ve seen thousands of pictures in my magazines, but they weren’t like hers, warm, squishy, and wiggling slightly as she moved. I leaned in and kissed her lips again, long and slow, tasting the feminine sweetness of her tongue. I sat back on the pink bed and pulled her right next to me. I couldn’t stop touching her. I reached out and put my hands on her nice C cup breasts, squeezing them gently. They felt like soft pillows. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, one then the other, and I felt her shiver against me. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, “just a perfect little doll, and so wonderfully chesty!”