"All your writhing in the sheets makes me wanna scream
Push your body to the max as you scream for me
Let your hips collide with mine in the heavy grind.."
The Behemoth writhed and stomped to the music in a way that strangely suggested sensuality, but in a manner only loosely analogous to anything human. Through the beat, I began to feel a low humming reverberating through my chest and soon it rose high enough for my ears to make it out: an unmistakably erotic moan vibrating out from the heart of the creature.
"OOOHHHH GOD.." it blasted, not ceasing its pounding dance for a moment. "HONEY?"
"Over here, Sarah!" I called. I had wisely been keeping my distance, so I was a little surprised it could hear me from so far away.. and so high above.
"I... OH, GOD.." The creature suddenly slowed, grew still, and then shuddered, the ground convulsing beneath its feet. "I.. I'M SO... HOT..."
The heavy beat of the song continued to fill the air.
"See your body come alive at my fingertips
Make me lose my sense of time with your dirty lips.."
Ironic on both counts considering the circumstances. Did the Behemoth even have lips? I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
"HONEY.." thrummed the creature, now steadily stomping towards me. "I WANT YOU. I WANT YOU SO BAD.."
For a brief moment, I was overcome with the urge to run for my life. It was like being approached, and then propositioned, by Central Park Tower. A fantastically ugly Central Park Tower. But the panic evaporated almost as soon as it arose. I stood my ground knowing I was in full control of the situation.
"You're a bit big for me like this, Sarah." I shouted up at it. "And you're not human. I don't think this is going to work."
"I DON'T CARE. I WANT YOU. FEEL SO.. UNNNNGGGG.." The monster shuddered again, sending a rattling, wet vibration through its innumerable tendrils. "FUCK ME."
"Sarah.."
"FUCK ME, LITTLE MAN!!" demanded the creature. It leaned down, looming a hundred feet over my head, its underside an angry, writhing mass of tendrils and twitching limbs. "FUCK ME!!" it blasted. "FUCK ME, YOU TINY THING!!!"
The situation was now becoming too risky to leave to chance. I quickly wished an orgasm upon the hopelessly horny creature. At once, it stopped stone cold and a slow, gradual humming moan poured up from its enormous mass.
"Trace your body with my eyes and I can't deny
This sensation that I feel boiling up inside.."
It began to tremble and vibrate, an uncontrollable earthquake surging through every innumerable inch of its being. It gasped and gurgled and roared, mindless in its ecstasy. Suddenly, the monster's legs buckled and I ran for safety. The delirious beast crumpled heavily to the ground with an immense thud that threw me off my feet.
I turned around to see the Behemoth lightly trembling in the afterglow, apparently asleep. In some inexplicable way, it almost looked vulnerable. It was then that it dawned on me that, for almost the entirety of this bizarre experience, I hadn't even thought of the Behemoth as my wife, Sarah, the two things bearing effectively no resemblance. For a moment, I felt ashamed.
And then I felt curious.
And curiosity won.