Page 156 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

Nygohl’s laughter erupts with a genuine merriment that I hadn’t heard before with all of his sinister chuckles up until this point. I blink at him in surprise, but he shakes his head, his broad smile transforming his face completely, giving him a devastating beauty beyond the gracefulness of his previous cold, sculpted appearance.

Okay, I’m mated but not dead here. I can admit that he is gorgeous even as I hug Jugong’s arm to me so that he doesn’t feel insecure with anything he may scent from me. All things being equal, Nygohl is still our prey.

“I have chosen well indeed,” he croons happily. “You are a well-matched pair, exactly what I want. Do not worry, I will not let anything happen to you.” Straightening from the wall, he steps into the hall and extends a hand to it, welcoming us to follow. “Such happy growth shouldn’t be delayed further now that we’ve tasted its fruits. Let’s proceed.”

I really can’t make heads or tails out of what he’s saying but I nod warily. “Let’s get this over with and see what this lunatic has in store next.”

Jugong grumbles unenthused and the pit of my stomach sours in agreement. As pretty as the wraith may be, the knowledge that we are being set up for an unknown purpose makes me increasingly uneasy. He says he doesn’t want to harm us—but the question is what does he want then?

The next corridoris more of the same but there are more faces, some of them quite monstrous with claws and hands extending beseechingly from the sides of the walls. Some hands are hooked aggressively while others seem friendly or even the amorous touch offered of a lover. This time there are sounds however, gasps and sighs, and moans whispering their encouragement amid whimpers of pain. To my embarrassment I can feel my sex slickening as the heat sparked in the previous chamber follows me and seems to grow under the influence of my imagination as each moan rushes over me. Gods, I feel likeI’m being surrounded by people fucking and I’m unable to deny the desire beating through me.

It is not just beating through me but burning hotter and hotter. I don’t even notice that I’ve stopped walking until Jungong bumps into me, his groin thumping against my back. Need shoots through me, crawling up my spine with such a frenzy that I’m half tempted to turn and beg him for what I need. Despite his sheath being protected by fur, I know from my research that his breeding cock inside of it is smooth and slick with its own copious amounts of lubrication while its outer clasper cocks are designed specifically to increase the female’s receptivity and pleasure.

I bite my lip hard, resisting the urge. Not even the ear-piercing scream suddenly wailing through the hall jolts me from it, instead I can only imagine how I will scream with my own need as his cocks slowly rams into me.

“Marie,” my mate growls, the sound low and heavy. His cock twitches within his sheath and I’m aware of just how thick and engorged his sheath suddenly feels from his own state of arousal. “We must continue.”

“Just a little further,” Nygohl cajoles, and I blink rapidly to clear my vision to focus on him.

His eyes are burning brighter but there is something shifting beneath that gaze—a kind of excitement as he waits for us at the entrance to the next chamber.

Swallowing sharply, I nod and force myself to walk forward. Jugong is nearly plastered against my back but as long as we are moving forward that’s progress as far as I’m concerned. We are practically stumbling together but the moment we stepinside the intense pressure crawling through me subsides to a dull flush of desire, the relief nearly instantaneous as some sort of invisible barrier cuts off the sounds of the corridor off completely.

Leaning against Jugong, I swipe a hand over my face in an attempt to refocus and peer at the new chamber we have entered. The first thing that I notice is that it is redder than any other part of the temple. The second is that it is filled with a lush scent of something similar to the fragrant of blooming roses while mysteriously blood-free tapestries hang everywhere depicting beautiful goddesses and scenes of debauchery all around them in a sensual frenzy of passion. The only traces of blood seem like random handprints as if lovers had pressed against them, their hands flattening against the fabric in the midst of their pleasure.

I swallow sharply as I feel my need subtly deepen. While it is not the consuming hunger of the corridor, it is a deeper ache and need that yawns through me. It is more than hunger. It is a need to consume and be consumed, to join completely as deeply as possible over and over until I am permanently changed forever and bloom like the roses filling the room.

I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue. “Ah…?”

“The chamber of desire,” Nygohl comments, answering my unspoken question with an understanding nod as he stops at my side. “It is quite something, isn’t it? Passion in the deepest and truest forms. The need to join and be united in every way.” A faint shiver runs noticeably through him and his glowing eyes close for a moment as if to savor the feeling.

For the first time he is close enough to touch but I don’t bother going for my blaster. Even if I tried to stun him, I have no doubthe would be able to react before I even had it properly aimed. For all of his casual appearance he notices everything. And second, for some reason I seem to be leaning toward him as I draw in the scent coming off him that I never noticed before. A scent like ripe apples and honey. A soft sigh escapes me and Jugong’s purr grows louder as his leathery wings begin curl against my sides.

Nygohl gaze shifts to Jugong and then back to me. His smile sweetens as he leans in closer, his eyelids lowering so that his thick dark lashes partially sweet over the blazing flames within his eyes as he leans toward me. “So perfect. I knew you would be. You do not know how much I longed for this moment as I watched you both on your hunt. The electric pulse of your bond together is alluring, as is your cunning ruthless intellect. You tracked me well and nearly had me a couple of times, though you did not realize what dance we have been dancing together.” He sighs softly, his breath cool fanning against my lips with how close his face is to mine. “I knew then that the fates had written your destiny with mine. That you are both mine even if you are not aware of it.”

I shiver at his words, my imagination conjuring images of our bodies sliding together in a rapturous mingling of breaths and touches. I breathe him in, needing and wanting him in that moment as much as Jugong. More than that, something is unfurling, blooming in response as something settles within me that just feels right. Who the hell is this wraith that all of this somehow feels as predestined as he seems to think it is?

With a small grimace he slowly straightens. “As much as I would like to enjoy this moment, I know that it is not mine to steal. And besides,” he suddenly cocks his head, a ghost of a smile briefly tugging at the corner of his mouth, “as I am neededelsewhere at the moment. I have no other choice but to give you a moment to yourselves.”

He bows to Jugong as the male’s wings continue to slide bit by bit over me, plastered tightly to me. This is different from his usual hold which is more designed to hide or shelter me. With how tightly his wings are inching over me, it is locking me to him, his wingclaws drifting under the curve of my breasts as the outer finger of his wing inches closer toward my inner thigh. I shiver in reaction, my sex dripping with my rising excitement.

Taking a step back, Nygohl’s gaze rakes over me again as his tongue grazes his upper lip. “Stay here. Do not venture any further into the temple. The chamber of pleasure is the safest place in the temple. I will return shortly.”

My breath leaves me in a startled exhale when he disintegrates into shadows. His shadowy form lingers for a moment, the burning flames all that exists now for his eyes. In the next breath, however, he is gone as a dark shadow streaks from the room leaving me alone with a very aroused Giwung.

Jugong grunts suddenly, his hips shifting behind me, and I feel the long length of something stretch from his sheath and tap my back. His wings vibrate against me as they move subtly but it seems to be just enough to allow his hands to slide between them and my pants. With one quick move, he shoves my pants down off my legs before giving the same treatment to my armored vest and shirt beneath it. His wings shift, releasing and remolding against me with an instinctive speed throughout this process so that I am never freed at any moment while he is stripping me.

His hot breath fans me with every eager pant as he rumbles something in his own tongue with every brush of his muzzleagainst my head, neck, and shoulder. I know he is sniffing me. I can hear the faint, eager sounds of snuffling even as he growls needily against me. His hands run over my thighs, dipping between them to caress the soft flesh there and smear my wetness he finds weeping from my cunt. I jerk at the brief, explorative brush of his fingers against my sex as he learns the shape of it and my reactions to every slide against my clit and folds and the sounds I make when his claws retract to slide two fingers deep into my channel. I clench around them as a small orgasm shoots through me, making me strangle on a cry as I reach up and grip his forearm hard beneath my hand, but they don’t linger long there. He is too eager to explore all of me and they quickly return to my thighs before sliding up over my sides to my breasts.

Cupping my breasts in his hand, he strokes my nipples into stiff peaks as he readjusts his wings so that his wingclaws slide firmly into place beneath my breasts. Only once they are securely in place does his hands slide away so that only his wing claws are now cupping them. Occasionally a claw brushes against my nipple with his movement. My nipples tighten, my ass tucking back against the hot pulse of engorged cock resting against it. The fur of his lower insemination sac design to keep his cum inside me brushes against my sex as it presses against me, teasing the sensitive flesh there with its texture and heat. I gasp softly at the sensation of it dragging against the nub of my clit.

Jugong’s moan fills the air and suddenly I feel myself tipping forward into the weight of his wings, his hands guiding my hips lifting my ass slowly so that his cock strokes along my bottom before settling into place. My breath stills as I feel for the first time flesh to flesh its complex structure. The Giwung’s have their testicles in a thick sac above their cock, perhaps due tofacilitating their usual breeding methods in the caverns of the pit. Extending from his sheath, however, are two thick, tubular clasping cocks that will push inside of me. I can feel them spread against my ass so that I’m brought into immediate contact with his breeding cock nestled between them. Unlike the long, ridged, tube-like length of his clasping cocks, his breeding cock is slick and smooth before arriving at the flared, wedge-like tip so that it can slide out and penetrate deeper. It is the head, however, that makes my belly clench with interest. The base of it is wedge shaped when the clasping cocks close around it but the tip is drawn up in a distinctive point meant to latch inside at the pivotal moment. That same tip is now exploring my entrance as it slowly pushes inside.

I tremble with pleasure at its heat but then moan as my cunt eagerly stretches and sucks the sudden bulge of combined head of all three cocks in as Jugong presses forward. It stretches my channel in a slow burn as it fills me and for a moment it is almost uncomfortable as I adjust to it. Ever so slowly I can feel his clasping cocks pressing outward slightly. I know that they will press out fully, helping him to lock him in place prior to climax but even this small pressure makes my channel squeeze reflexively around it. He grunts and tips his hips in a way that presses his insemination sac firmly against my entrance and I feel his breeding cock slipping deeper until it seems to pop in place as it finds a firm seat against the mouth of my womb.

A strong rush of pleasure pulses through me that makes me cry out loudly. The scent of roses seems to thicken in the air, and I swear I feel petals brushing against me as Jugong growls and subtly begins thrusting his hips, rubbing his insemination sac back and forth against my clit as his clasping cocks vibrating within me in time to the sudden thrusting of his thickening breeding cock back and forth inside of me. Wetness from myscreaming arousal spills freely from me as my body is forced to accommodate his growing girth. With each thrust his breeding cock is becoming more engorged and the head more inflated, pressing his clasper cocks further outward, lodging him firmly in my channel as his breeding cock battles back and forth, nudging the most sensitive and pleasurable spot against the mouth of my womb until I’m breaking and spiraling into one climax after another.

Despite how little he’s actually moving, Jugong’s grunts and deep, rumbling moans of pleasure are more than enough to let me know that he is enjoying it. In fact, with how tightly his insemination sac is pressed against my opening I would think that this was a breeding rut in truth as it seems to quiver against the sensitive flesh there in response to his own heightening arousal. He growls, his wings clasping harder and his hips twitch rapidly forcing his breeding cock to thrust faster within me.

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