Page 62 of An Invocation of Monsters

“Oh my god—” was all I could gasp before words failed me.

His tongue, far longer than any normal tongue should’ve been, lapped at my clit, swirling slow, teasing circles, before he plunged the thick appendage into my core.

Oh god. He was tasting me, lapping at my inner walls, pulling out to tease my clit.

He’d push his tongue into me, pull it out, then spear back in. His claws dug into my flesh without breaking skin, holding me to his face, trapping me with hands and mouth as he relentlessly teased my clit.

“Toth…” I didn’t know what I was begging for, only that I wanted even more.

“You are mine,” he growled, his lips moving up to wrap around my clit and suck. “So tight, so wet. I love the way you taste.”

There was nothing to brace myself against while floating in midair. All I could do was shake in his grasp, quivering with every wet movement against my oversensitive flesh.

He plunged in again, laving over my clit, and then pulled me downwards.

I went, my hair still floating up in a cloud. I felt him flip me over, so my stomach and face were towards the stone floor four feet below, and then I felt him part my legs, lining up the thick cock against my pussy.

I bit down on a strangled cry, and felt a sharp swat against my ass.

“Speak,” he demanded with a groan, forcing the head of his shaft into me. “Let yourself be heard.”

I obeyed, gasping and moaning as I slid down another inch of his cock. He was so thick I couldn’t have wrapped my entire hand around him, and now I felt him stretching me, the wetness making it easier to take another inch, then another.

“My god, more,” I moaned, and he gave me another inch.

His cock pulsed inside me, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the rest of the way with a hard thrust. I moaned and jerked as the thick crown pressed up against my womb. He was so deep I thought it should feel uncomfortable—but it didn’t.

Everything in me was demanding more.

I’d never been so full before.

And then the claspers reached out, gripping around my thighs where they creased, holding me seated tightly against him.

Toth exhaled, the claspers trembling. Then he began to drive in and out, his claws caressing my lower back and my ass. The claspers gave a few inches, just enough for him to pull out and hammer back in.

My entire body shook under the onslaught, breasts bouncing from the force of his pumping.

“My Elle, you were made for me,” he growled with another thrust. “You will always be mine.”

“Yes,” I breathed, moaning as I arched my back to take him deeper.

He varied his movements, going from a slow pumping that made heat build in my core, to a hard, measured pounding that made the heat want to explode.

The way he fucked into me, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples and keeping me clamped to his cock, made me feel utterly powerless, out of control, and wild with lust.

I cried his name again as he ground into me, the soft tips of the claspers reaching around to tickle my clit with every thrust. I could barely think, barely breathe; I’d become nothing but an organism of heat and desire.

“I’m… almost there…” I moaned, holding onto the clawed hands that squeezed my breasts. “Please!”

The thickness of his cock was stroking a spot deep inside me that made me feel like I was turning to liquid. Toth grunted, claspers tightening, and began a steady upwards pumping.

The claspers brushed my clit, rubbing against it and making me crazy. I felt his cock pulse, and that sensation was enough to end me.

I exploded on him, wetness gushing to coat his cock as I moaned and writhed. The strength of the claspers kept me seated in place, driving him deeper as the orgasm clamped me tight around him.

“Mine,” he growled as he slammed in deep and held himself there, my spasming pussy milking the seed out of him.

I felt him come for long, exhilarating moments, completely filling me with come, and then gravity slowly began to take effect.

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