Make Me Soar (Monster Match season two)

Chapter Seven

W aking slowly, Perry yawned and stretched, then gasped when he felt his ass protest. It didn’t hurt so much, but it made Perry very much aware of what he’d done mere hours ago. Four times. He’d had sex with a man—monster—four times and he’d only ever been with women before. Staring up at the ceiling, he realized what he saw. Rock. They were in the cave Menut had shown him as he’d laid on the ground.

The light flickered on the rock, and Perry carefully eased his sore, sated body onto his side, and saw the fire on the opposite wall from where the bed he was in stood. The flames were low, and as he watched them move over the logs, Menut came inside and placed another couple of logs on the fire. Perry watched him, saw the way the muscles moved on his naked body. His wings were held tight to his back, and when he stood, they folded into position, so they didn’t drag on the floor.

Menut glanced over his shoulder at Perry, then stood when he noticed he was awake. “Perry.”

“Have I been asleep long?”

Tilting his head, Menut walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Seven of your hours.”

Seven of his hours? “Does time run differently here?”

“I have no need of time. I follow the sun and the moon. You are human, so I noted the time for you.”

“Thank you.” Perry sat up, winced when his ass protested the move. The covers fell and Perry realized he was naked. As he went to wrap them around his body, he saw the marks that covered his skin. Small bruises from Menut’s fingers, larger ones where Menut had sucked on his skin. A few bites too, that when Perry touched them, they left a small ache behind.

Menut traced the mark on Perry’s neck, and he sucked in a breath, feeling his body respond to Menut’s touch. He let his fingers trace over the mark, feeling ridges in his skin. “Will this heal?”

“No, because you are mine.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Perry tried to move back, but Menut’s hand held him by the back of the neck, keeping him in place. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already. You are mine, Perry. No one will touch you except me.”

“Oh…” Perry had a feeling he knew where this was going. He’d seen enough of his sister’s romance books to know what Menut could be referring to. “Is this a mate thing?” That would explain why he’d let Menut do what he had done. Four times.

“I am unsure of what mate is, but you are mine.”

Licking his lips, Perry murmured, “Are you mine?” If they were mates, then Menut would agree with him.

“Yes. No one will touch me but you.”

“So, mates, as in no one else for either of us.” Menut nodded once. “Is that why I can feel you?” It was hard to define, to put into words, the way his body leaned toward Menut. The fact Perry had allowed a stranger, this monster, to fuck him four times in a field when he’d been adamant he was never having anything to do with them after what he’d been through with Grailaine. Menut only had to look at him, and Perry was ready to give him whatever he wanted. Four times. Yep, he was kinda fixated on the fact he’d had sex four times with a monster he’d only just met. A monster. With wings. A Mothman. In a field. Out in the open for all to see. He did that. Perry.

Oh, he knew all about the stories, the horror tales about Mothmen, and now here he was naked in bed with one. “Have you been to my world?”

“A number of my kind have in the past. We do not tend to stay for long.”

Menut pulled the covers down, revealing Perry’s naked body. “You are not bones.”

Chuckling softly, Perry murmured, “I thought you wanted to eat me.”

“I do, but not in the way you think.”

Perry sucked in a lungful of air. “You mean… you know...”

“I want to taste you. I want you to release yourself on my tongue.” Menut moved between Perry’s legs, kicking the covers out of the way and licking the head of Perry’s dick. “I want to wallow in your scent, wear it on my skin.”

“That’s… nice.”

Menut looked up at him, his red eyes swirling. “It is our way. You carry my mark.” Perry touched his neck, and Menut nodded. “As you are mine. I am yours.”

“Do I need to bite you?” Perry wasn’t sure if he could do that, but stopped that train of thought when Menut smiled and shook his head. And what a smile he had. It took Perry’s breath away, and he sat up, pulling Menut closer so he could kiss him. “I don’t know you.”

“We will learn about each other as we spend time together.”

“I can’t stay. I have a home, a family, a job. I need to go back.”

Menut reared back, his eyes narrowing. The red stopped swirling, and Perry tugged the covers up, feeling more naked than he actually was, and he wore nothing but skin. “You stay with me.”

“I can’t just walk away. My family will be worried. I only came here for a date, and she turned out to be off her rocker, then you came and rescued me, and I’ve never done any of this…” Perry swallowed, looked away, staring into the fire. “I’ve never been with a man before. Or a monster, er, male.”

“I have never been with a human either, but you are mine. I scented you and knew who you were to me. You are mine.”

“Yes, I know, but I have responsibilities as well, that I can’t just leave. I have to go home.” As he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled, and he felt his face heat up.

“I will feed you, then we will talk.” Menut went to kiss him but hardened his jaw and stood, then walked away, leaving Perry alone. Perry wrapped the blanket around him and shivered, not from the cold but from the realization he was in over his head. He should have realized that when he was having sex with a monster. A male too. On the ground. In a field. In public.

Groaning, he dropped his head into his hands and muttered, “what the fuck have I gotten myself into?” He felt it then. A pulse of something that wasn’t from him. Lifting his head, he stared at the open doorway, then stood, wrapping the blankets around him and making sure they didn’t fall.

He left what he thought was the bedroom and walked into another room. Larger than the bedroom, it too held a fireplace that was lit, and a backless sofa, no doubt where Menut would sit, and his wings wouldn’t be confined. Ahead were another two open doorways, and he heard sounds emanating from one. He approached it and stood at the threshold, watching Menut move around what was clearly a kitchen area.

A wood-burning stove stood against one wall, with a couple of storage cupboards next to it. A small table stood in one corner with two backless chairs, and as he watched, Menut took a pan off the stove and poured the contents into a bowl. He looked over his shoulder at Perry and pointed to the table.

Perry moved over to the table and sat staring at the bowl and what it contained when Menut placed it in front of him. “Eat. This is chicken from your world.”

It smelled good, so Perry picked up the spoon, dipped it in, and took a careful sip. Hot and tangy, he moaned at the taste and had another mouthful. “This is nice. Thank you.”

Menut nodded and sat opposite, eating his own food. Perry watched him briefly, then tucked in, his stomach rumbling again. They didn’t talk as they ate, but for Perry, it didn’t feel like an uncomfortable silence. He could feel a pulse between them, and he didn’t know what it was exactly, but he knew Menut took pleasure in providing for him. There was something else, too. Something Perry couldn’t define. He knew it wasn’t him feeling this way, so it had to be Menut, which made Perry think about the mark on his neck and the fact Menut had confirmed they were mates.

Would he be able to feel Menut now? He felt something, but he lacked the experience, the words, to understand it, so he asked, “I can feel you, I think.”

“It is part of what we are to each other.”

“Mates.” Perry finished his bowl and pushed it to one side. “The connection we have.”

“If that is the word you wish to use.” Menut shrugged and Perry furrowed his brow at what appeared to be Menut’s disinterest in the conversation. There was so much he didn’t know about Menut, and he felt a little lost, but he could feel…

“I’ve hurt you.”

“You want to leave me.” Menut stood and picked up their empty bowls, taking them to the counter and placing them on it. “You are mine, but you want to leave me.”

Standing, Perry walked over to him. “I have to go home. I’m only meant to stay a night.”

“Stupid rules the humans put in place.” Menut faced Perry and cupped his face with his hands. “You are my human. I do not want to let you go.” Menut kissed him and Perry moaned softly, leaning into Menut as their tongues touched. Menut’s hands slid down his body, and he picked Perry up, drawing a gasp from him. Perry wrapped his arms and legs around him, then sighed when Menut sat and changed their positions. Perry straddled Menut’s thighs, and Menut took his hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel me.”

Perry ran a finger over the viscous liquid that leaked from Menut’s cock. Slightly thicker than his own, he looked up at Menut when Menut ran his fingers through it and swiped them over Perry’s lips. He licked them, tasting nothing but Menut. Different from his own, it wasn’t salty or bitter, but tangy and sweet. A taste Perry liked. He sucked his lips in so he could taste it all because he didn’t want to miss a drop. “Again.”

Menut swiped up some more liquid and Perry greedily sucked it from his fingers when he pushed them inside Perry’s mouth. “This relaxes the muscles so I can enter you.” Menut gripped Perry’s thighs, lifting him up. Perry felt the head of Menut’s dick on his ass and gasped when he sank down, taking it inside. The stretch and burn had him holding his breath, but it didn’t last long before Menut stood and lay Perry on the table.

His hands slid up Perry’s arms, twining their fingers together. Perry arched as Menut pulled out then pushed back inside. He could feel every inch of Menut’s cock as it moved inside, and he sighed into their kiss when Menut took his lips, soft and sweet. Menut didn’t move fast. He eased in and out of Perry’s ass, slow and steady, the friction delicious to Perry’s sensitized flesh. Perry’s fingers squeezed Menut’s, and he groaned when Menut changed the angle and hit that spot in his ass. His body lit up, and he whimpered, the pain pleasure combination making his body come alive in ways he’d only ever experienced with Menut.

Dick hard and leaking, Perry moved with Menut, his body riding Menut’s long thick cock, trembling every time it rubbed him the right way. Menut growled, his body picking up speed, and Perry gasped into their kiss as Menut’s powerful thrusts moved him up the table. Menut bit his lip, then moved to bite Perry’s jaw and Perry cried out when Menut bit him in the same spot as the previous night. He felt Menut’s teeth pierce his skin, and he came, his body bowing off the table, and gripping around Menut’s cock buried deep in his ass.

Growling, Menut fucked him harder, then slammed in and bit him again. Perry whined as his body came back down, then let go of Menut’s hands, running his own down Menut’s back and up over his wings. Menut shivered under his touch, then lifted his head, his red eyes swirling as they stared into Perry’s blue ones.

“You are mine.”