Page 61 of An Invocation of Monsters

“I am different from your kind,” he said hoarsely, breaking away again.

I ran my fingers down his chest and the ripped abs, enjoying the way his muscles jumped under my touch.

But before I reached the thick length of his cock, I saw what he meant. The first time I’d seen him I’d wondered at the slightly-off shape around it.

He had claspers that had unfolded from his body. I carefully ran my finger along the edge of one; it was a powerful appendage, but soft and light. I could already see from the shape how he would be able to penetrate me, and the claspers would grasp on, keeping me clamped onto his cock.

Heat shivered through me. I liked that idea. A lot.

Even if he wrung a million orgasms out of me, I wouldn’t be able to escape the massive shaft buried in my body.

“Have you considered that I like you being different?” I asked him, raising my gaze to his. “That maybe I’m not interested in humans?”

Toth was silent for a long moment.

“I’ve been wanting to see you like this from the first minute you scared the crap out of me,” I confessed. “Now… I want you to believe me. I believed you.”

He nodded, his scarlet eyes smoldering. “If you want this… then I will make you mine.”

His next kiss was hard, burning. I felt the scrape of fangs against my lips and moaned into his mouth, crushing myself tighter against him until I felt his cock pulse between us from the friction.

“These must go,” he demanded, eyeing my clothes.

I was about to pull my shirt over my head, but he beat me to the punch. He ran his fingers over my clothes, from shoulders to waist, and they… disintegrated.

I stared down at myself, stark naked and standing in the remains of what had been a shirt and jeans and underwear.

“Much better,” he said, a growl under his words. His cock had fully hardened, liquid beading the tip. “You are so beautiful.”

No. He was the one who was beautiful, midnight sheen on a massive, powerful body. I ran my eyes over him, shivering with anticipation, and thought of something that he might like.

I lowered myself to my knees, and took the base of his cock in my hands. Toth groaned as I squeezed gently, reaching under to cup his heavy sack and knead it.

“What.. what are you—”

I wrapped my lips around the plump, flared head of his cock and lapped away the moisture pearled there. Toth let out a strangled groan, and the claspers snapped towards my head.

My tongue flicked out and I lapped at the slit at the tip of his crown, steadily kneading his balls. His thighs were quivering, rock-hard as he watched me suck him.

“Elle,” he breathed, the sound almost a hiss.

I opened my mouth and let his cock slip in deeper. As he filled me, I reached with my tongue, stroking the sensitive underside of his cock over and over again.

I wanted to know how he’d feel in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to show him I could please him.

The claspers responded to my attention, wrapping around my head and exerting a slight, gentle pressure that helped me take more of him into my mouth. I laved the length of Toth’s cock, then gulped him down again, breathing through my nose to slide deeper.

He was almost into my throat, the claspers tightening as he moaned above me.

I felt his thighs flex under my hands, and then the claspers released me. Toth withdrew himself from my mouth, saliva dripping over my chin, his gaze a brilliant scarlet.

“You will come before I do,” he promised me, and made an odd motion with his hands.

Gravity vanished. My hair rose first, then the shreds of clothing I knelt on. The rest of me caught up, and my knees left the ground.

It was like being in a snowglobe, a small area around us completely weightless. Only Toth remained with both feet pinned to the ground as he pulled me out of the air.

He took me by the ankles as the rest of me tried to drift above his head, reeling me in. I saw a sly glint in his eyes, then he wrapped both arms around my thighs, bringing my pussy to his mouth.

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