Page 92 of An Invocation of Monsters

Kiraxis groaned, and all four arms gripped me. I was held in place on his cock as he stood upright, then he began using me as a battering ram on his own shaft.

He held me out and slammed me back onto him.

I screamed out loud, moaning and gasping. “Use my body,” I begged him. “Use me to pleasure yourself.”

He hesitated, then growled. The storm battering my body grew harder as he used my pussy to masturbate himself, sheathing himself deep and grinding into me.

I’d never felt anything like it. My pussy was full of pressure, my nipples hard and sensitive as the monster did as I asked. I wanted to be forcefully fucked into oblivion and my god, did he provide.

I was howling incoherently, clawing at the hands encircling my torso. The feeling of his shaft grinding into my swollen flesh was a pummeling hurricane, his masculine grunts of pleasure working me up to a greater frenzy.

I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked like I wasn’t a delicate human.

“Fucking come for me,” Kiraxis demanded, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Let me feel you squeeze tight around my cock.”

One of his hands supporting my stomach shifted, his fingerpad finding my clit again. He ground against it, punctuating the pressure with another deep thrust.

I was mindless, lost to the sensation of being manhandled and slammed onto him over and over again.

When his claws tightened, pressing into me in a million sharp points, and his cock engorged, he growled and angled himself differently, driving deep.

I shattered, my world exploding.

My pussy clenched down on him, and I threw back my head and screamed as one orgasm spilled into another. He kept going, until he was buried so deep he could go no farther, grunting as he used me.

Heat filled me when he swore, semen flying out to fill me. “Yes, my Elle,” he groaned, grinding me onto him. “Milk every drop out of me, my little one.”

I obeyed his orders, clamping around him, breaking through into another deep orgasm that seemed wrung from the depths of my soul.

I was completely spent and limp when he collapsed, cradling me to him. His knot was still swollen inside me, an aching stone of lingering pleasure.

“Kiraxis,” I breathed, leaning back against his chest. I was soaked with sweat, the afterglow filling me like a fire.

“My Elle. I am happy to be your victim whenever you please.”

I smiled, closing my eyes and relaxing on him.

An hour later, when his knot had subsided enough to slide from my body, he brought me to the lake.

He washed me gently, even as thick seed dripped from me, making sure I was completely clean before he brought me back to the nest.

I snuggled up against him, enjoying the feel of his softened cock against my ass, wriggling a little and smiling to myself when he drew in a hissing breath.

Safe in his arms, I slept. I had no idea how long it was, but it was so enjoyable to just forget and be loved.

I didn’t wake up until I heard my name whispered. I cracked an eye, and saw Toth in the cave, a dark shadow.

He gestured for me to come to him.

And I obeyed.

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Elle

I wriggled my way out of the circle of Kiraxis’s arms and pulled a blanket over the snoring Mlul’dra’s shoulders, tucking it neatly around him.

Then I tiptoed out of the cave, following the shimmering lights of Toth’s wings.

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