Page 133 of An Invocation of Monsters

“Oh, yeah?” I wrapped my arms around him as he picked me up, taking flight. I’d gotten used to staring at his neck, or the distant stars, or the treetops when we flew; maybe one day I’d get over my fear of heights, but that day was not today.

“We were going to wait until nightfall, but Kiraxis is impatient.” Toth smirked.

He was flying towards the far cliffs, where the Temple of Elle stood like a white beacon. A soft wind sent petals flying as we touched down.

Drazan and Kiraxis were both there, over a carpet of soft petals.

Toth placed me in the middle of it.

My love, Drazan said, all of them reaching out for me. We wish to be bound to you.

“You are ours, forever.” Kiraxis’s sharp fangs nipped at my throat, sending a shiver down my spine.

It hit me like a brick: the carpet of white petals, the Zizhatl bearing me like a bridegroom…

This was, in a monstrous sense, a wedding.

“Do you wish to be ours?” Toth asked, taking my hands.

I smiled up at them, a feeling like leaping joy growing inside me. “Nothing could stop me.”

He kissed me, and I molded my lips to his. Then I kissed Kiraxis, careful of his fangs, and Drazan, his tentacles curling around me.

This was my wedding, and I wanted to be bound to these monsters by more than just an invocation. I wanted them to know I would be here forever, for all of time.

“Humans wear… white to weddings,” Toth said. “Yes?”

“Yes, usually.” I thought it over. “I don’t want to wear white ever again—” God no, not after the Wendigo Society— “But this is perfect for our bonding. I love it.”

Drazan pulled me from Toth’s arms with his tentacles. Then let us seal our bond with love.

It was like they’d read my mind. I’d been coming here to be with them.

I let my head fall back with a contented sigh as tentacles twined around me, exploring every inch.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as they crept over my shoulders, circling my breasts; my nipples hardened before the suckers closed over them.

Kiraxis picked up my hips, crouching in front of me. I was suspended between Drazan and the Mlul’dra, and when the monster’s tongue lapped at me, I jerked at the sudden spasm of heat in my core.

I moaned as Kiraxis sucked and licked at my clit, Drazan’s tentacles stroking my nipples with a friction that sent a direct line of heat to my pussy.

The monster between my legs laved his tongue hard over me, making my hips buck, and then penetrated me with his tongue.

A cry escaped me as he pushed deeper, lapping at my inner walls.

I couldn’t hold my head up; I let it fall back, supported by the tentacles as I arched, rolling my hips on Kiraxis’s face.

His tongue speared me hard, a thick snake that made my pussy clench around it. He pulled out, swirled a stroke around my clit, and plunged back in.

I groaned as the tentacles drifted over my lower body. A thin tip prodded at my ass, easing itself in on a gush of slick before swelling inside me.

“That’s good,” Kiraxis growled. “Prepare her for us.”

He returned to ravishing my clit, making me jerk in their grasp, and I felt a thick tentacle push into my pussy, filling me with another hot rush of slick.

They pumped in and out, swelling wider and wider. I heard Toth’s low groan as he watched, and saw his claws wrapped around his cock.

“My god, I want all of you,” I whispered, and a tentacle took my words away.

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