A Wild Craving

A little monster romance flash fiction

The hum of boiling stock danced with the sharp click of Casey’s knife slicing into the bell peppers when a low, guttural growl crawled from the corner. Heat swelled within Casey’s cheeks as this kitchen just got hotter. 

However, she didn’t meet the monster’s eyes, if it even had any. She continued slicing, but then her thighs clenched when its breath traced her neck, “I can taste your fear.” 

Casey nearly made a mess on the floor, but she smirked, no longer wishing to deny her desires any longer. She stabbed her knife into the cutting board and met the many eyes of the monster. “Oh, really?” she chuckled. “What does it taste like?” 

The monster tilted its large head. “What?” If it had eyebrows, they would probably be arched in surprise. It seemed to rethink its entire existence.

“Is it bitter or is it sweet?” Casey’s n*****s hardened as the thought of this monster tasting her. 

“Uh-”

“What’s my flavor profile? Am I earthy or acidic?”

The monster thought for a moment, and decided it was into this. “Spicy.” 

Casey stepped forward and  tilted her head. “Spicy like Cayenne or Szechuan peppercorn spicy?” 

The monster coughed nervously. “I don’t know.” 

Casey’s grin grew. “How about you find out?”