Page 162 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

Nygohl’s growl when it comes nearly makes me climax as Jungong’s cock finally finds its seat and begins to flare and engorge within me. For a moment I’m afraid he might split me open but my big mate purrs as if sensing my worry.

“It won’t hurt you, mate,” he rumbles. “Giwung cocks are good for their mates. Tighter fit makes less growth. You are already a small mate; your little cunt can not take much but even less now. It is a nice tight fit,” he grunts. “Good. Very good,” he growls as he gives an experimental thrust of his breeding cock. Nygohl jumps as the sensation and then growls at the sensation of it grinding against his length with every ramming plunge as the clasping cocks vibrate around him and against my channel.

All hell breaks loose then. Nygohl’s hips rock a few times experimentally but then suddenly he is thrusting in earnest, his hands gripping my ass and thigh. He uses his grip as leverage as his cock drives in out of me in counterpoint to Jungong’s breeding cock thrusting wildly in and out between his clasper cocks. Hanging, bound by shadows I can do nothing else but quiver and combust between them, their heat and ice flowing through me, weaving in a complex knot that burns brighter and brighter into an inferno catching fire within my womb. My channel pulses and squeezes around their throbbing lengths, their snarl and growls filling the air as they rut me between them.

The fire winds and twists within me, curling in on itself in blasts of fire and ice spiral inward, deeper and deeper in the heart of my womb until I am shaking and twitching between them. Their clawed hands slip along my body, Jugong’s wings flap and snap back in place. The first hard pulse of my sex around them is all the warning I get before the fires flare out of control within me, blasting through me with bliss as their cocks throb and jerk with hot and cold sprays of their seed over and over again, sparking an essence deep within my core, a kernel of something new ignited in that singular moment.

Growth. The spark of life, of a new innocence born amidst danger as the world remakes itself.

The temple shakes violently and the statues in the chamber begin to crumble one by one. Overhead I heard the crash of metal as the great clock falls to pieces and the distant scent of crushed roses comes rushing down the hall as the sound of heavy masonry crashes. The knotwork of shadows slowly unweave and my body drops slowly into the arms and wings waiting for me. Their cocks still pulsing with the offering oftheir seed, Nygohl’s mouth captures mine as Jugong nuzzles the back of my neck as we slowly drop together in the center of the diagram.

We are still clinging to each other and exchanging tender touches when the pool and streams of blood erupt and spray the room, soaking in their crimson tide. I look up from between the long, wet hanks of hair that have fallen over my face and peer around Nygohl’s shoulder to see a dark figure rise among the shades darting around her. The shades whip violently with their hunger, but the high queen slashes her hand, sending them scurrying away from us as she steps from what is left of the vortex pool. Her veils flutter, concealing her face but I can sense her gaze upon us as she peers at me and my mates. It lingers on Nygohl as his head turns toward her. A smile lights his face, and he laughs, his arms squeezing tightly around me as she dips her head and begins to walk away, blood trailing in her way and a scarlet aura clinging to her not unlike the shadows of her son.

We watch, the three of us, as she ascends the steps into the ruined temple above. I flop against Nygohl’s chest, weak with relief as I giggle. Cold metal is pressed into my hand, and I look down to see Jugong gently fold my fingers around it. My fingers curl the rest of the way around it with satisfaction as Jugong releases it. Slowly I lift it, a smile tugging at my lips as I meet Nygohl’s burning gaze. His answer smile has a bite of cruelty to it despite the love shining in his gaze for me.

Nashaka’s kingdom has come again, and shit is about to hit the fan as the underworld comes to its own reckoning. The blood red queen shall rule the great court of the dead once more, and desolation shall consume those who seek to chain and subdue her.

And Desolation is no longer alone. He has his mates… and gods help anyone who tries to stop us.

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