Kaitlyn
I’m not entirely sure what I should expect, being in hell, but I wasn’t thinking it would be quite so dark or quiet.
Or have the sound of Linton snoring.
I open my eyes. I am not in hell. I have a mothman, on his back, with zero pants in evidence, spreading himself all over the bed.
His bed. The one in the cave. The one where we made love under the moon. I rub my hands over my eyes, confused. We went into the underrealm.
Does this mean we survived?
Linton snorts and slaps his hand at his face, his antennae rising, and then he opens his blood red eyes, doing a long, slow blink as a smile spreads and the tips of his fangs poke over his bottom lip.
“Hey.” I cup his cheek.
He smacks his lips, his dark tongue poking out briefly.
“Kaitlyn.” He breathes my name as if he can’t quite believe he’s saying it. “We made it.”
“I don’t…remember.”
Linton brushes my hair back from my face. “The underrealm is not a place you want to remember.”
“What happened?”
“It spat us back out, I expect.” Linton yawns and looks around. “Right back where we started.”
“Did we start from here?”
“We started in Lord Guyzance’s fortress, but I wouldn’t want to go back there.” Linton rolls onto his side with a wicked smile. “I’d much rather be here, with you.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned this to the very end.”
“Who’s to say I didn’t?” Linton traces his thumb over my lips. “And after all, when you’re wearing a dress such as the one you have on, how could it not end up right here?”
“Linton, I know you, and planning is not in your nature.”
He nods sagely. “This is true.”
“So, how did we get out of the underrealm?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, my Kaitlyn.” He shuffles a little closer. “But my guess is it spat us out.”
“Delightful,” I say, as Linton snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. I can feel exactly what he’s thinking about, if I couldn’t already see it in the wicked sparkle of his eyes. “Spat out of hell.”
“Better than the alternative,” he responds, grazing his fangs up my neck. “Now what I’d like to do is get you out of this dress.”
“Do what you need to do,” I say. “I won’t be wearing it again.”
Linton does not need any further encouragement.
He slices into the fabric with teeth so sharp I don’t even hear it rip as he descends down my body, taking the weird lacy garment off with an almost practiced ease down the middle, exposing my skin, my breasts, and finally, with a cool breeze, my pussy.
He inhales and then groans. “I thought I might never taste you again.” He parts my thighs and shoves his head between my legs, his antennae tickling at my abdomen.
The first touch of his talented tongue has me seeing stars. My mothman is hungry, and who am I to deny him? Even if he shouldn’t be here. Even if he’s somehow come back from the dead. A dead monster couldn’t eat me out in the way Linton is doing right now.
I grasp at his wings and he moans against me.
Short, hard laps at my clit bring me almost to the edge before he shoves it into my channel and makes me call his name.
Then he’s back again at my clit, edging and edging until I tip into oblivion, my body both limp then rigid, a scream on my lips as I flail my arms and flood his mouth with everything I have.
Linton hums with delight, licking me clean with gusto and the most obscene of noises before he moves up my body again until he’s caging me, antennae erect, wings splayed out, and his monster of a cock pressed against my thigh, so close to breaching me I might come again at the thought of being ploughed by him.
“My Kaitlyn, may I…?”
I arch my back, tilting my hips and driving myself onto him. Linton’s eyes flare with surprise.
“You don’t have to ask. Not now, not ever.” I fling my arms around him and lift my hips again.
This time he doesn’t need any encouragement, sinking deep within me with a low, resonant groan of my name.
“Putting my spicket within you is the greatest pleasure of my life,” he murmurs in my ear. “Feeding from you as I breed you is my second greatest pleasure.”
“I’m pleased you’re ranking them in order,” I pant as he withdraws and thrusts back again, filling me to the brim and stretching me wide, wide, wide.
“Slicing off Faerie wings is my third pleasure, but I am giving it up.”
Linton circles his hips and withdraws nearly all the way before he gives me everything once more. I can feel every bump, every node on his cock as he glides inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his soft wings on the soles of my feet.
“Giving it up?”
“I want to be with you, my sweet mate. I want you big with our young, I want this place to ring with the sound of our progeny. I want peace and I want you.” Linton groans into my neck.
For a second, there is the slightest of pinpricks on my skin, and I know I am bitten.
I also know I cannot stop the orgasm crashing through me as Linton, once so new to sex, now knows exactly what to do, continuing to drive deep, deeper, deepest until when it hits, my vision is gone.
I may as well be back in the portal because I can’t work out which way is up.
Pleasure, ecstasy, pure joy as Linton explodes within me at the same time.
There is a pinch, and I know we are locked together, my stomach already swelling with the copious amount of cum he’s pumping into me.
If it’s possible to get pregnant by a mothman, Linton has managed it. And one thing I know for sure—we are not going to stop trying until I am.