Chapter Thirteen Taranis
Chapter Thirteen
Taranis
She drops to her knees like she’s paying the penance a lifetime of sin has cost her. I know in that moment that she won’t need five minutes.
She crawls over the short distance separating us, hands landing on my thighs.
There isn’t space enough for her to fit between my legs, so she simply straddles one, her knees pressing into my skin in a way that should hurt, but doesn’t with the thick padding of fresh muscle separating us.
I don’t think about it. Can’t think about it as I watch her, wholly entranced, approach this thing that I’m calling my dick now.
Never seen a dick like it, but holy fuck if it doesn’t feel as sensitive as it did.
Maybe more so as her fingers lightly work the shaft.
I tilt my head back, concentrating on the roof of the car. If I look down at her for even a fucking second, I’m 1,000 percent sure I’ll come in my pants before she can even get her mouth on me, and I want to feel her mouth fucking bad.
To say I’m more shocked than I’ve ever been would be the understatement of a lifetime.
I’m more shocked now than when I sprouted horns out of my head half an hour ago.
I should have known. I should have fucking known.
Of course the first human I’ve ever been remotely impressed by would also be the perfect little sub to control.
I haven’t fucked anybody in a long time.
The women who want me want to use me for my status, and I use them for the brief pleasure they provide in return.
I hate humans. Fucking despise them. And yet this one here?
Who smells like smoke and honey? With eyes that glitter like gems when tears fill them?
This is not a face I will likely forget.
The desire comes over me—true desire, unlike anything I’ve ever felt—to give her exactly what she wants.
To see this powerful woman—a woman who rages head-on into war, armed with no supernatural abilities, nothing but a fucking camera—on her knees for me?
So desperate to suck my cock she can’t help the needy, mewling sounds she’s making? Fuuuuck.
Touch isn’t new to me, but hers feels like it as she handles my cock so carefully—at first. Exploring it, she moves her calloused fingertips over the ridges and veins, the strange bulge around the middle, the fucked-up almost pointed head.
I grind my teeth together, the pain in my jaw worse than the fresh pain of new horns on my hairline.
I don’t give a shit about my horns anymore.
These crazy fucking appendages can wait.
Because I can feel Monika’s warm lips pressing dewy pecks along the underside of my dick.
I am a dick.
I’m a bad fucking dude.
I shouldn’t touch her at all, not till I know how all this new shit works, but I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it right now. All I care about is fucking her. Maybe keeping her too.
Monika doesn’t hesitate. Her fearlessness doesn’t falter here in the face of this new challenge.
Instead, she moves steadily, easily, like she’s practiced on a thousand monster cocks before this one.
She rubs my dick over her mouth, down her right cheek, eyes closed, lips parted.
I have to peek when her tongue sneaks out to taste the base of my shaft, as far down as my literal blue balls will allow.
I fight for control. Her hands are pressed to my inner thighs, prying them apart, but there’s nowhere to fucking go.
I’m too goddamn huge, as big as that pink prick.
And the worst part is, I can’t even make fun of his bubble gum–colored skin anymore, because mine is baby blue. How freaking adorable.
“God-fucking-dammit!” I cry out. It’s too much. It’s all too fucking much.
Monika’s deep throating the head of my cock and the curve of the tip means it’s gliding easily down the back of her throat. The chick has got no gag reflex. Fuck yeah, I’m keeping her. Keeping her until I’m done.
She’s working as hard as I’ve ever seen her.
She’s not a fucking quitter. My abdomen is clenched.
She slowly releases my cock from her mouth and looks at its length for a few moments, her eyes wide.
I groan. Not with abandon, but with impatience.
She’s making me wait. She lowers her head again, and I can feel her tongue licking down, down, down my nutsack.
She opens her mouth wide and sucks on one of my testicles, using her hands to try to fit them both in her mouth.
I can’t help the purr that comes out of the back of my throat.
It’s an inhuman sound I’ve never made before.
I swallow three times but fail to control it.
She pants when she pops up for air, but only for a quick breath.
Then she spits on the head of my dick, returns those precious lips to my balls, and uses her left hand to stroke my erection like a goddamn pro.
I’m not going to make it. I wanted so badly to hold out for five minutes, only so I could punish her right, but I’m not going to. My eyes fly open. I tip my head upright. I want to see every-fucking-thing, so I blast the limo’s inner lights, cranking them till blue lights shine bright.
Too fucking close . . . I grab the sides of her head and lift her off my balls to my erection. “Suck,” I tell her.
She obeys immediately. The moment her mouth suctions around the head of my dick, I’m doomed.
I force her to deep throat me, grabbing her around the neck so I can feel the bulge of my cock against my hand through her skin.
She gags, drooling around my cock. Messy, messy, messy .
. . Fuck! I grab the hair on the back of her head and wrench her off me.
I stare into her eyes. Her pupils are fully dilated.
She looks up at me like I’m the villain she’s waited her whole life to find.
Her cheeks are flushed. Her neck is exposed.
My gaze drops down to it, imagining so many imaginings that it’s hard to know which one to execute first. My dick down her throat again, so deep she can’t breathe?
Between her tits so I can watch her struggle?
Or do I lay waste to any desperate plans and simply rip that slit up the side and fuck her on the floor right here?
“You remember your safe word?” I ask her.
She nods.
“Good little whores have good little safe words. And they remember to use them.” My voice is a threat.
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Nirvana. I won’t forget, Darius.” She licks her lips. “But I won’t use it.”
For fuck’s sake. I can’t wait. “Get on your back and spread your legs. I’m gonna fuck you with this monster cock now. You good with that?”
She whimpers as she nods, maneuvering herself onto her back while I rise up on my knees. I lift one of her legs onto the bench seat, making just enough space for me to lower my hips to hers.
“Good girl.”
Her palms are pressed to the carpeted floor beside her hips. She looks scared. I’m fucking scared. But I don’t dare let her see it.
I sweep my palm over her forehead, pinning her head to the floor. “Hands around my neck. Eyes on me.” She obeys quickly, and I lose the tenuous hold I had on my sanity.
Her lips touch mine and the moment is disastrous.
I can’t remember kissing a human before this, and now that I have, I want to do it all the time.
Electricity, energy, whatever the fuck moves through my back, starting at my heels, warping my feet and forcing me to kick off my shoes as something happens to them.
For fuck’s sake. My legs ache. My tail snaps through the air.
I can’t control it. It slides between Monika’s thighs, the tip circling my own shaft, maneuvering the head of my cock to where it needs to be.
“Fuck, Monika.” Up on my forearms, I’ve got both arms bracketing her shoulders.
I’m arched so we can stay eye to eye, nose to nose, as the head of my cock finds her opening.
Her thighs are shaking so badly. She’s crying in a way I find so fucking tender.
I hate humans. I hate them. But remembering that she’s a human whom I’m also supposed to hate is difficult.
I sigh. There will be time for hate later.
But not now. “Scream for me this time,” I whisper.
She moans. Her jaw shakes as the strange tip of my cock finds her center and slips easily between her lower lips, then spears the heat of her lower body.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“How does it . . . feel?” she hiccups.
I should punish her for speaking, but I’m too absorbed in the sensation of her body taking mine.
She’s electric lightning, so goddamn wet.
I slide into her easily . . . at least for the first few inches.
“So different.” I push in deeper, watching her face twist in pleasure at first, and then pain a moment after as I thrust into her another few inches. “Fuck. This is fucking incredible.”
She whimpers, and I remember that while the head of my cock may be narrow, it expands rapidly to the size of a fucking Gatorade bottle. Monika grunts as I meet resistance. I’m not even halfway in. We haven’t even gotten to the bulging middle part of my dick yet.
“We’re gonna work slow,” I tell her, gripping her more tightly, like I’m scared she’s gonna try to run. And I am scared, but not of that. I’m scared knowing she couldn’t run if she tried. I could really hurt her. And the selfish bastard in me wants this more than once. “You okay with that, baby?”
She sniffles, but her gaze recenters on mine. “Yeah. Yes. It hurts a little, but I can take it.” She licks her lips.
“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead. Like I’ve lost my damn mind. But I can’t take the action back, and I’m not sure that I want to when she gets that faraway look in her eyes—a distraction I take advantage of to edge another half inch forward. We groan in unison.