20. The Creeper
THE CREEPER
Her face goes pale in what is probably shock. I hope it’s not disappointment.
I rush to explain, “I’m not always like this. I normally have a dick. But um, portal travel. It can rearrange things sometimes. I’ve had a third arm before…”
Her expression becomes alarmingly stoic, and I trail off, realizing I might be saying too much.
Fuck.
Is she freaked out? Scared? For the first time in my existence, I don’t want someone to be scared of me. It’s such a strange realization but so utterly important. Aliana cannot fear me.
When she scrapes together enough of a voice to ask a question, I’m so relieved that she’s not running and hiding that my chest releases some of its coiled tension. “So, can you feel when it happens? When the portal rearranges you?”
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. Fuck. We’ve lost the mood, haven’t we?
The way she’s tilting her head and staring at the face in my lap, with its darting forked tongue trying to reach for her—I don’t think this is good.
Is her expression disgusted?
Dammit.
Did I fuck this up? Should I have just kept it to kissing? I should have. I pushed too far—
“If you’d gone back through the portal, would it have changed back?
” Aliana presses another question on me, expecting me to answer even though she’s kneeling there in the world’s most tempting lingerie, the scent of her arousal filling the room.
It’d be pungent even for a normal human, but to a monster with enhanced senses?
I’m nearly weak in the knees, something I’ve never been before in my long, long life.
And after the tiniest hit I got from the bottle the other night, I want to taste her, to have that scent on both my tongues.
“Um, probably.” Wish I had.
“But you decided to keep a second head?” Her eyebrows lift, confusion clear on her face.
“I…I thought you might like it,” I confess, but now I feel really stupid for thinking that.
Clearly, she’s human. God, I’m an idiot. What’s an adventure for a monster like me—who’s been around for centuries—is obviously overwhelming for her. I should have popped back through the portal the second I realized and come back with a normal dick in my pants.
I start to move. “I can go get rid of it.”
I freeze when her tiny palm comes to my arm and stops me. She’s leaning forward, those juicy breasts of hers about to spill out of her lacy little slip of a dress.
“Wait,” she whispers, and I can hear the puzzled hesitation in her tone. “But how can you come like this?”
I clear my throat. “Oh. Um. I don’t know. I don’t know if I can.”
I’m a selfish motherfucker when it comes to pleasure. But with her? I don’t even give a damn that I can’t orgasm. I’ll happily remain between her legs all night long if it means she will.
She leans closer. “But you kept the face anyway?”
“Yes?” It comes out as a question because I have no idea where she’s going with this.
“You kept a face instead of a dick because you thought I’d like it.”
“Yeah, so I could kiss you and go down on you at the same time.”
Her mouth gapes for a second, and I can practically see the thoughts flashing behind her beautiful blue eyes. “That’s…selfless.” Her final word drags out as one of her fingers strokes gently up my arm.
I notice her breathing grows shallower, and I wonder if I might not have fucked this up after all.
Is selfless good?
In the monster world, it’s often a death sentence.
But this is my mate.
And she’s a tiny human. It’s not a death sentence with her.
Plus, I want her to like me better than all the other Terrors. Oh, I’m not selfless. Totally selfish. But there’s also another reason I can be considered selfish. One I can actually tell her without sounding like an idiot out to piss a ring around his territory like an animal.
I gently reach out and cup her face, leaving her plenty of room to move away.
“Not really,” I murmur. “I selfishly want to drive you out of your mind. I want to make you writhe so much you slide up the bed and hit the headboard. I want to make you so wild you scream and scratch my back to ribbons. I want your thighs to clench around my second face until I can’t breathe…
because I want every waking fantasy you have from now on to be about me .
And if I need to miss out on a couple of orgasms myself to ensure that happens—worth it. ”
She mauls me—barreling at me with a growl and biting my lower lip with so much force she breaks the skin.
Fuck.
Maybe I didn’t screw this up.
I laugh and let my tongue flick out to tease her as one of my hands reaches down to help slide off the pants she only got partly off.
God, yes.
Here’s the little warrior I’ve been dreaming of. Here’s the wild girl who fucked a wine bottle with abandon. Having all her ferocious energy turned on me is a heady thing.
Her tiny hands dig into my shoulders, and now that my pants are off, I center her over me, stretching out my legs so that they’re straight and the face at my crotch can have better access to her.
It’s strange, the way this new appendage is connected.
It’s almost like having a puppet attached to me.
I can control the mouth and features with a little bit of effort.
And I still get the benefit of sensation.
Perhaps even more sensation than my real face, because my nose seems particularly sensitive.
My best guess is that some of the nerve endings from my dick are bundled up there, though magic doesn’t come with a user manual or explanations. Things just are.
I reach down to trail my hand down Aliana’s back as she kisses me, fully intending to resume our slow, gentle touches and ease her into this new experience.
I’m just fucking happy as hell she didn’t freak out more.
When she’d dropped my pants, I’d expected the worst. I thought she would run away screaming and crying.
I thought she would call for Dev. I thought she would punch my face—both of them.
Instead, she breathed life into my lungs with her kiss and sent fire racing through my veins.
But my little warrior is done with slow and soft.
She grabs my hand and shoves it onto her breast.
I can take a hint.
I squeeze the plump flesh, dragging my palm over the lacy fabric of her lingerie and stimulating her stiffening nipple. God, I love the feel of it beneath me.
I swallow her moan as I make the head between my thighs start to turn side to side again. She loved that before when I still had pants on.
The way she arches her delicate spine and pushes her breast into me lets me know she enjoys it, and masculine satisfaction slides over me. I can’t help but grin.
I’m face-fucking my mate. With a second face.
Who else could give her this kind of pleasure? No one. Winning against the other Terrors in my head does all sorts of things to me, my ego just as sensitive as my dick.
I’m going to service my Aliana so well that tonight will be the source of all her dirty thoughts from now on, I promise myself as I start to use my lower mouth.
I let the lips part and the tongue unfurl.
I begin with just the tips of the fork, letting them work in tandem, stroking up and down along her panties, stimulating her.
I can feel her sweet little pussy lips swell underneath the fabric, and damn.
The moan she makes is better than any monster drug on the market.
I half wish Dev didn’t storm out of the house to track me down at my own home across town—I want him to hear her scream for me.
I want him to know that I’m her mate and I’m never letting her go.
I nip at her lips, and my tongue delves into her mouth as I make my lower face work harder, my second tongue start to prod more forcefully, tracing her seam through the gusset of soft, thin lace.
She’s so hot and responsive. I can feel the wet heat of her soaking through the lace. Her body and mind are embracing this dirty moment fully.
“Let me taste you,” I whisper, as my hands travel down from her breasts, tracing over her sides.
“But I want to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come. Again and again, little warrior. But I want to lick up all your juices.” I want to taste that delicious flavor from the wine bottle firsthand. I want to drink her down as she shudders.
She sighs as I break both sets of kisses. I lift her hips up slightly and then carefully remove her panties. My hand has to carefully pluck the material away from her front because she’s so soaked, the scrap of lace is clinging to her.
God, yes. I did that. I made her that wet.
When I’ve flung those panties across the room, her warm pussy sinks back down onto my lower face, and I feel the soft curls of her pubic hair against me.
I can’t help but smile. Both faces smile.
My lower nose inhales her arousal, and the scent shoots right up my spine as if she’d just touched my dick.
Yes. That nose of mine is definitely sensitive in a good way.
I’m ready to hear her moan, though. I’ve taken this slow and gentle for her—aware of her human sensibilities—for as long as I possibly can. But need is boiling in my belly.
I might not have a dick right now, but the desire to dominate her, to own her, to wring out all of the pleasure from her supple body, overwhelms me all the same.
I reach up and grab her back before rolling us sideways on the bed until she ends up lying on the mattress, prostrate beneath me.
I reach down and shove the top of that tiny lingerie dress beneath her breasts, propping her nipples up like offerings.
And then I shove my hips into hers, letting my lower mouth absolutely feast.
The jolt of surprise from her body and the way her eyes go hooded as my lower mouth French kisses her pussy lips make me grin.
“Fucking, yes. Creep. Yes.” Her little whispers tell me I’m on the right track.
But I can’t resist teasing her. “Are you sure you like it? I can stop.”
Her eyes fly wide, and her gaze is full of brutal violence when she stares up at me. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
I lean forward, clamping my teeth down on one of her nipples and pulling lightly. I get a rhythm going there before focusing back between her legs. It’s time for this monster to make his mate scream.
My rooting lower tongue finds her clit nestled in her pubic hair. My lower face slides down so that my nose can dig in, nudging that little button, while my tongue snakes out, its full six-inch length stroking up her seam, then parting it to dive inside.
God. She’s so hot and wet. Her tight little walls clench at my second tongue. The cheeks on my second face heat up the same way my balls would. And when I nuzzle her with my nose, it feels just as delicious as if I were sliding my dick along her wet folds.
Fuck.
Maybe I’ve been missing out on not using this second face on other females in the past.
But no. This wouldn’t work for just any second-rate pussy—only hers.
I start to move faster, my lower tongue slashing in and out, my nose circling that clit—all of it starts to drive me just as wild as it drives her. Unlike a normal lick job, I’m getting all kinds of benefits here.
When her clit swells and presses back against my nose, I’m almost bowled over by a flash flood of sensations. When I curl my second tongue to tap the g-spot in her cunt and she tightens around me, it’s like I’m fucking her, like I’m getting my dick squeezed.
Damn.
“Yes,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.
I can’t say anything back, because both my mouths are occupied. I bite down harder on her nipple, stretching it, rolling the hard nub against my tongue. I pinch the other, playing with her, showing her she’s my toy.
Her hips start to buck underneath me, that hot pussy sucking down more of my lower tongue until she’s straight up fucking it. Each thrust of her hips smashes the tip of my lower nose until I’m trembling just as much as she is.
God, yes.
I don’t know if I want my dick back.
Not with the way her head is thrashing side to side and she’s muttering broken phrases like, “Fuck. Best. Holy—”
I agree with every goddamned broken thought she has.
I nuzzle harder, drawing out her pleasure and, surprisingly, finding my own. Bliss slams through my mind as she screams.
It makes my thoughts grow fuzzy, and my arms threaten to collapse, but I lock out my elbows and keep pushing. I refuse to focus on my own pleasure and let my body succumb.
I didn’t just promise my little warrior an orgasm. I promised her that she’d never remember anything but this moment from now on.
I loosen my grip on her nipple and lap at it instead of biting. I slow the thrusts of my lower tongue momentarily. I stop turning my second head from side to side despite the disparaging slurs my own body throws at me.
Traitor. Bullshit. We were there! We were so close to an orgasm, dammit!
I slow everything down for at least thirty seconds before I amp it all back up, twice as fast as before.
Aliana’s arms clamp around my head, and the slam of her hips against my second chin nearly makes me want to pass out. I fight through the pain, holding on, letting my claws dig ever so slightly into her precious skin as I devour every second of her pleasure.
This time, she doesn’t writhe. Her orgasm is violent, powerful, all-consuming. She nearly suffocates me as she holds my head to her breast and her thighs clamp around my lower face muscles.
“God. Fucking. Yes!” she screams to the sky as she uses me to fuck herself into oblivion.
My air is cut off. I nearly pass out. But when my mate releases me, and collapses in boneless pleasure, I roll onto the bed next to her and smile.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a better night.