Chapter 49 Don’t Forget We Are Monsters
Don’t Forget We Are Monsters
"Got to get all the way inside of you," Shadow says through gritted teeth.
After he positions me over the edge of my bed, Shadow parts my ass cheeks with his hands and I’m forced to widen my stance. For a moment, my monster doesn't do anything. I can feel him drinking in the sight of me and I'm so completely and utterly exposed to him I verge on becoming self-conscious.
His knuckles brush up my slit, causing me to jerk. "So beautiful," he murmurs. Then he's at my entrance, pushing in his gargantuan monster cock again.
I cry out and grip the sheets, but this angle does make it easier. I'm open wide and he takes short, shallow thrusts until he's almost worked himself in to the hilt. Tears of overwhelming pleasure seep out the sides of my eyes. "Fuck, God, you're so big."
A clawed hand pushes down on my back, forcing my rear to raise. "You can take it. That's it. That's my little monster. Take my cock like you'll die without it."
His words hit me deep in my solar plexus. That's exactly how it feels. How could I ever breathe before without him filling me like this?
Then he pumps into me with rhythmic slapping. A shocked laugh escapes me.
He growls a sound that is a question.
I shake my head even as my fingers flex and release in the sheets. "This is just the most human-like fucking we've done." My words are breathy from the force of our bodies colliding.
"Do you like that?" he asks almost hesitantly.
I force myself to meet his gaze over my shoulder.
"I like you anyway I can get you." It's true.
I'll never tire of him. I've been empty for so long that he could fuck me every day, all day for the rest of our lives, and the moment he pulls out, I'd be empty and wanting.
Part of my monstrousness is that I am little more than a bucket with a hole at the bottom. Endlessly needy for Shadow.
"But I don't want to forget we are monsters," I husk in a cheeky tone.
His mouth splits, showing me some fang as he gives me a half smile that seems almost smug.
"Never," he assures. Shadow tentacles capture my wrists, pulling them behind me. Another strokes my clit in time to the one caressing my rear hole.
"Yes," I hiss in euphoric anticipation.
Then answering my call, my body jerks back, floating in the air, hands bound behind me as he drives up into me with relentless thrusts.
His tentacles attack my clit, agitating, rubbing, snapping at it until the little white bursts of fire have me coming and sobbing on him.
He pushes a wet tentacle into my asshole, cutting off my breath like a hot knife.
"Remember Evie," he rasps in my ear, though I can tell he's struggling to control himself.
"Monsters take what they want. And I intend to wring every last orgasm from this beautiful piece of flesh and muscle that you possess until I fuck your soul from your body.
Then I'll snatch it from the air and claim that too. "
I can only manage a gurgle, barely able to turn his words into meaning. Pleasure engulfs my brain in rolling violent waves until I’m a drooling mindless mess. All I know is yes, yes to more, yes to it all, yes to whatever he wants for always.
The tentacle attacking my clit is joined by several more, forcibly pushing my body to release over and over again.
My desire drenches his cock, my legs, and the bed below.
When I cry out, another tentacle jambs itself down my throat until I'm gagging and crying and coming even harder. I’m breaking, dying, then being reborn in electric juicy jolts.
When Shadow comes, it's with a tremendous roar and the slice of his talons into my hips. I suck in a sharp breath, the fire of the pain completing the moment. It's fucking perfect. All of this is fucking perfect.
I barely manage a hoarse rasp when he leaves my body. So boneless and worn out, I can't even move. A soft kiss lands on my spine before he gets a wet towel and cleans me up. The bed is completely soaked from our sweat and desire, so he moves me to lie on the couch while he changes the sheets.
If I attract all the terrible junk in the world, if I am so powerful I constantly attract hate and harm into my orbit, I don’t care as long as I get to have this.
I can't believe my fortune. As I drift toward the beckoning tendrils of sleep, I wonder which is more luxurious: owning a second pair of sheets or having my monster with me.