Page 14 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

My mind melts under Mrez’s lips. He licks and sucks my clit, his fingers dipping deep inside me, filling me, fucking me.

I moan. Draw grasps my moan and swallows it.

He broke the kiss, his eyes still connected to mine.

This time, the hot biker looks otherworldly. His eyes are no longer blue but deep red, like a flaming inferno.

“Remember me? I’ll never give up, Ivy, until you understand that we’re real.”

Mrez’s tongue fucks me into a frenzy. I feel the need to hold on to something, anything, but I can’t because I’m tied up.

Draw’s body changes. Dark tendrils pull away from his human form.

“Ivy, please,” he begs with a deep, monstrous voice.

I feel myself falling apart, shivering, biting my lip, needing more.

Just as my eyes lock on his, I explode, coming on Mrez’s tongue. He keeps licking me and tasting me until the last of the aftershocks stopped. Then he stands, gorgeous and young, with eyes as green as an Irish pasture.

Draw turns towards him. Mrez is tall, but compared to Draw, he looks fragile.

“Gimme a taste,” orders Draw before sinking his hand into Mrez’s hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

I had just exploded, yet watching these two guys kiss and sharing my fluids make my nipples hard. Draw pulls Mrez in front of him. His large hands rip the shirt off Mrez and explore his strong, muscular chest, pausing to play with his pierced nipples, and finally landing his large hand on top of Mrez’s hard cock. I’m jealous.

“What are you?” My voice sounds small and scared, lacking substance.

“Oh, my Ivy, you know what we are. You know us. We’re the same, always the same.”

A flash of their real faces and huge bulking bodies fills my vision. I swore Draw has horns, long ones that grew towards the sky and curve backward. Mrez has shorter horns growing out of the side of his head.

My body shakes, and I feel lost, wanting to cry, needing to escape.

“Please, please leave me alone. What have I done to you? What do you want from me? Why are you tormenting me?”

The fear is real. I forget all about the orgasm and that my nipples still press against my red top.

Draw leans closer to my face, so close I can taste his words. “We can’t leave you, Ivy. You’re everything to us. We want you. Please remember, Ivy. Please.”

His thick, dark voice sounds like a sad plea.

“I can’t remember. I don’t know what you want.”

“We want you.”

Draw takes off his pants and shows me his thick, large cock. He pushes me flat on my back, my hands still tied, only now I lay on the pool table, and he’s on top of me. His huge, aroused member rubs against my pussy. It’s just contact. He doesn’t enter me. His mouth nibbles my breasts through my red top.

“I need you, Ivy. You have no idea how much.”

His fangs rip off my top. He starts grazing my nipples. Fear and desire make me hot again. My core wants friction. His huge hot cock feels so good between my legs, parting the wet pussy lips.

Mrez is close. He takes out his own cock and starts stroking it. Slowly. I can’t take my eyes off the way Mrez strokes his cock, of the way his curved cock looks, and how much I want to wrap my lips around it.

“Would you like to taste him?” Draw asks, reading my mind.

“Yes,” I moan softly.

Draw pulls me off the pool table, puts me on my knees, and opens my legs. This time, he rubs his cock against me from behind, rubbing clit with the head. Mrez walks closer, bringing his cock close to my hungry lips. I part them. He puts his hard cock on my outstretched tongue. Suddenly, Draw sinks his hands into my hair, pulls my head back, and plunges his thick, hard cock all the way inside me. I gasp but can barely make a sound because Mrez shoves his cock deep into my mouth.

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