Page 51 of Monsters of Air

“Well, then that’s one sexy mud demon.” Zilon ran his nose along my neck.

His hand started on my waist, making small circles, relaxing me before dipping down my skirt, his fingers soft as he explored my folds. His chest rumbled as he fought back a groan. “How are you so wet already?”

His finger slid between wet skin, searching for my entrance. His touch was hot, firm and powerful as he dipped his finger inside of me. I shuddered at his touch, all of me feeling tight, even my shirt over my breasts. My hips moved, riding his finger as I bit back a moan, shocks of heat flowing through me.

“So wet,” he rasped into my ear before biting it gently. I whined softly. “Shhh. We don’t want to wake anyone up, Rayna. Feel me. Feel the warmth I have to offer.”

I reached over, resting my hand on his rock-hard thighs, gripping it as I tried to keep myself under control. This wasn’t like last time, this was something more, and I wanted to feel more of it. I needed more of him, to know I affected him as much as he did me.

Zilon must have sensed this because he reached down and guided my hand into his pants until I could wrap my fingers around his hard cock. Damn, it was harder than steel. Harder than anything I felt before, and a different shape than I had expected. The long width was rigid and straight, with grooves that almost made it feel like a twisted horn.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Explore me. Close your eyes and just feel. Feel yourself, feel me. Feel my fingers inside your pussy. Just feel.”

I leaned back against him, the heat of the fire licking at my face as I did what he suggested. Zilon pumped his finger inside of me, his other hand finding my breast and massaging it, sending more tingles through me.

I turned my face into Zilon’s neck, his scent only driving me more crazy. My breath hitched as Zilon tweaked my little bud, arousal drenching me. If he had thought I was wet before, now I had to be a damn waterfall with how much I felt.

“Feel my cock,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and moving it up and down his shaft. He stopped my hand at his tip at the dual mounds of his cock. There were two heads. My hand froze. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never… I didn’t…

“It changed when I did,” he whispered, thrusting the two heads of his cock against my hand as they uncoiled and then twisted back up.

Oh god… the thought of that inside me. All I could do was swallow and moan, my hand moving over him as my needy imagination went wild.

Zilon chuckled as he teased my clit and entrance, bringing me higher with his gentle caresses. Then he slipped another finger inside of me. I clenched onto his fingers, needing to feel full inside. He didn’t disappoint as he spread his fingers, much the same way I would imagine his cock would.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in my moans. Not wanting to give in too soon, I tried to focus on his dick, on making him feel good too. His breathing grew raspy in my ear as we jerked each other off.

Zilon scissored his fingers and found a steady rhythm as he massaged my inner channel. I squirmed in his lap as the pleasure coiled deep in my lower stomach, building up with the rhythm of his fingers. This man was driving me mad, and all he had were his fingers inside of me.

What would it feel like if it was his dick inside of me instead? I rubbed my palm over one of the heads, wishing that we were alone and I could just twist onto him. Take him.

Zilon’s breathing grew heavier, matching mine. We were both going to come. All my thoughts melted away, leaving me a mewling mess.

My insides coiled too tight, and a small tingle of fear ran through me, too scared to let go.

“It’s okay,” Zilon whispered. “I got you, come for me darling. Feel my heat. Feel how good we feel.” His words were tight as he tried to keep his own control. I tightened my grip on him, unable to help it as finally I shattered.

I tried to scream, but Zilon put his hand over my mouth, muting it as he shuddered behind me, my hand becoming sticky with his cum. I jerked and probably would have caused a scene if Zilon’s tail didn’t wrap tighter around me, keeping me in place while he held me against him. Wet heat filled between my legs and I knew it was all me down there. I came so hard that I felt languid, everything fuzzy.

“Good girl, Rayna,” Zilon crooned into my ear. He moved me so I could better curl against him.

As I dozed off, I realized how right he was. All that coldness that seeped into me had completely vanished. Instead, I was consumed by Zilon’s heat, and it felt amazing.

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up to my blanket getting yanked off me, I curled up into a ball, hissing like a snake the second the cold wind wrapped itself about me.

“What the fuck?” I rolled, only to see Landers glaring down at me. He was getting crankier by the day.

Although I had a feeling I knew what this one was about… but how could he know. He hadn’t known the first time Zilon had slid his fingers between my folds, how could he know that time?

And why did I care?

Landers may jerk off to me, that didn’t put him in the race of claiming me.

“Time to go,” Landers snarled and stomped off.

“Good morning to you, too,” I rubbed at my crusty eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away. I had been in too deep, dreaming about Zilon; about taking his pronged penis into my mouth, exploring the taste and texture of him, all while making him lose control.

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