The Strawberry Monster

(While I work on the Patreon Masterlist I want to start uploading all stories that were never published here on Patreon. Starting off with my first ever Monster Romance, the Strawberry Monster.)

Ever since moving into your grandmother’s cottage, you’ve felt as if something has been watching you. You can recall ages ago when you were young and could feel the same prickly sensation on the back of your neck when you visited. The sensation still lingers and you’re almost able to follow where it comes from, but as you stare across your garden all you see is earth and foliage.

You’ve tended to the garden since you moved in. It had been something your grandmother had taken great passion in but could no longer take care of in her final years. You promised her to take care of it and the cottage and you haven’t failed. You’ve brought it back to life, filled it with veggies and berries. The strawberry patch had all but taken over the hill behind the garden and you were planning all the amazing recipes you could make with the sweet red berries.

One night as you’re settling into bed, you see something beyond the window. It is a shape, a shadow, something like fireflies glowing with it. As you approach the window and move to open it the strange shape is no longer there. That’s when you finally begin to suspect there is something in the garden.

The next day as you tend to the garden, you feel that same sensation of being watched and you’re able to follow it to the strawberry patch on the hill. You approach it casually and stay there for a moment, watering and picking weeds. You feel something on your leg and as you go to swat what you suspect is a bug you see small, flowering vines creeping around your ankles and up your legs.

As you look down, the sun is shadowed and you look up, seeing it towering over you. It’s eyes glowing as it peers down at you. It’s body covered in vines and the small white flowers of the strawberry plants, small ripening berries hanging from him like tiny jewels.

You realize this is what has been watching you, what has existed in this garden since you were small, even before then. You reach out and with a timid touch pluck a weed from his arm.

He touches you in return, his fingers cool and soft, his body covered in a dense, dark moss. You notice he smells like fresh earth and rain as his palm cups your cheek. You blushed, you skin burning as he touches. You feel odd, like you should be afraid, but all you feel is excited to meet this creature.

There’s a low rumble of thunder and you realize it’s him. The sound was deep and dark but to you, it was gentle and loving. You smile and put your hand over his as he touches you. He’s so large but he’s so gentle. His fingers run through your hair, leaving petals and leaves in his wake.

As he pulls back you almost worry he is going away and you reach for him, stumbling and falling against him. His arms wrap around you and he rumbles again, a gentle purr against your cheek smashed to his chest.

You press your hands against him, “thank you,” you gasp, embarrassed as you gaze up at him.

“Thank you,” he returns, his voice deep like the earth.

You’re stunned for a moment, “for what?” your voice trembles. You watch as he motions out to the garden you have so tenderly nursed all these months.

“You’ve taken care of me and my home, I was always grateful to the lady here before but when she died I was afraid.”

You’re unsure how to reply, you’re overcome and the words you want to say won’t come. You smile at him. “It’s nothing.”

He touches you again, his cool hands cupping your face as he kneels to meet your eyes. You instinctively close your eyes and lean in, letting him kiss you. He tastes like fresh air and rain, and then you taste the sweet taste of strawberries. You press in closer, tasting him more and feeling him rumble against your chest. The kiss is so sweet, in more ways than one, and you can’t help but swoon even long after the kiss had ended.

As the days went on, he became your constant companion, watching you garden and tend to your daily chores. His eyes turn sad and his rumbles soften anytime you have to leave the house and you feel guilty to leave him alone. When you return home he’s excited and eager to help you bring in groceries.

When you work in the garden, he moves as if in water, vanishing beneath the lush green and following you through the rows as to never disturb even the smallest leaf. He rises up from the ground again whenever you reach for him, always in front of you.

You notice he is afraid of birds, they peck at his berries and they seem to hurt him. Despite his frightening size, the birds pay him no mind and even seem to tease him. You shoo them away, setting up feeders away from the garden for them to pester rather than him.

He makes sure you drink enough water the same way you water the garden. He feeds you berries from his body, each red drop more delicious than the last.

Every day before you go to bed he gives you another kiss, earth, and rain that melts into the most delicious berry flavor you could imagine. Always a kiss, always soft and thankful for all your hard work. Then he always leaves, back into his hill, leaving your squirming and frustrated in your bed.

You wake one night and you wander out into the garden, the air is cool and damp and you begin to feel chilled, your night clothes nothing more than thin cotton.

“Are you here?” You whisper towards the strawberries. “Are you awake?”

He rises like always before you, slowly and smoothly as if from the water. “Is something wrong?” He asks, his voice full of concern as he touches your face. “Why can’t you sleep?”

You put your arms around him, he smells sweet, the strawberries were ripe and ready to pick. “Why do you leave me every night?” Your voice soft and quiet.

He is quiet for a long moment as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t want to be a bother to you.”

You look up at him, his eyes a soft glow as they looked upon you. “You’re not a bother,” you assure him as you pet up his strong back. “I want you to stay and give me more kisses.”

He growls, a different sort of rumble you’ve never heard before and you feel a quickening in your stomach that makes your breath hitch. You grow warm as you feel his hand slip around your hip and you press closer to him.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks.

You can feel small vines crawling from your ankles to your legs and you turn your head back up to him and meet his kiss. Soft and sweet like always but melting the longer it lasted. His hands roaming your body, touching every curve, groping every soft inch, pushing under your clothes and touching your bare skin. His growl darkening, your need growing as the sweetness on your lips becomes like wine.

Your hands begin to explore his body, feeling down his chest and around his waist. He lifts you up gently and lays you against a soft bed of vines and petals. You look up at the beautiful night sky as he peels away your clothes and the chilled air touches your heated skin. You moan softly as his hands roam all the way down your body. Your nipples harden at the sensation and the cold and you arch your back slightly, meeting his kisses. They trail up your stomach as his hands knead your thighs, soon he is on top of you and you feel his weight. You sigh and wrap your arms around him, kissing his neck and face.

You cry out as you feel his fingers rub against her heat, your back arching and pressing against his chest. His growl becomes soft, his touch tender and loving as he explores the apex of your thighs. You open your legs more, allowing him to touch more. You’ve wanted this for so long and you can barely believe it’s happening.

He growls darkly again and you feel something else against your sex, something wriggling and sticky. You open your eyes enough to look up at him, meeting his gaze as you feel him press against your entrance. You smell something sweet waft up between you. You touch his face and kiss him, urging him on.

He presses inside, stretching you as his slick tentacle enters.

You gasp in surprise, the sensation making you swoon, feeling him move inside in ways you never thought possible. He moves inside you, pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust. HIs low growls guttural and shuddered with effort.

You cling to him, sighing and panting softly, cooing to him as you feel the quickening in your stomach build and build like a storm. He feels hard, yet fluid inside you, moving in and out as well as slithering. The sweet scent between you growing the more you moved.

He is gentle and soft at first, but the more you moan and sigh the harder he moves as if realizing you are not so fragile. You grip tightly to him, crying out as he hits a deliciously sweet spot inside you. You beg for more, hitching your legs around him to urge him on.

“Please,” you whisper lovingly as you begin to feel yourself fall. “I love you,” you moan and your body tightens as he brings you over the edge. You melt and grip tight to him as thunder rumbles in his chest. The sweet stickiness oozes between them as he growls and snarls, his kisses on your lips and face sticky as well.

Shuddering and weak you barely able to wrap your arms around him, kissing him lovingly as his body trembles.

“I love you too,” he finally whispers.

You smile and lick your lips, tasting your favorite flavor as he cuddles against you, holding you against his chest as he wraps you in vines and petals to keep you warm. You fall asleep with your garden, held in his loving embrace.