Page 208 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

Once the items are in my hands, I make my way over to my little mortal. My cock is already aching to come from my pouch, but I must take my time with him tonight. I desire him more than I have ever experienced. I ache for him.

“What are those instruments?” Thorne asks curiously. His eyes twinkle at the vibrator, eager, it seems, for it inside him.

My eyes trace over every inch of his perfect pale skin, loving the tiny freckles upon his shoulders and legs. “They are sex toys,” I purr as I nestle myself upon the bed. “Now, on your belly.”

Thorne eagerly does as I’ve asked, rolling onto his stomach, though not without arching his back, showing me more of his deliciously round ass. With no hesitation, I force him down flat, pinning him with one of my hands. He grunts, turning his head to the side to watch me untie the silks.

“What are those for?”

The dark chuckle that erupts from my lips is no surprise because I quite enjoy the questions he asks. Everything I do is met with curiosity and rapt attention. Moments with Thorne recently have become more entertaining without the pretense.

As I slowly secure his arms behind his back with the black ties, loving the wrinkle of the silk, I explain my purpose to him. “They are to keep your hands and feet behind your back while I fuck your ass with this pretty pink toy.”

“And what about…” he gulps as he finds the words, “your cock? Will it also be inside me this evening?”

A devilish smirk whispers across my lips, growing ever so steadily into a grin. I am disappointed he can’t see the way my cock twinges as it finally exits my pouch, leaking with precum at how timid he is being for me. Frustratingly slowly, I lift his legs one at a time to secure them, running my hands gently down his thighs to watch the gooseflesh bubble over his skin.

“If you beg me, I will fuck you as much as you can stand.” Once his ties are fixed to his body, I admire my work with fondness. “If your limbs grow numb, or you feel pain, please give me a word of your choosing to have me stop.”

“A word of any sort?” Thorne falls silent for a brief moment as he considers the word he wishes to use for his safe word. As he does, I endure the crippling urge to stroke my cock at the sight of him trussed up like a succulent pig.

“Any word.”

At my approval, the word tumbles from his lips breathlessly, “Begonia.”

I give him no time to ask any further questions. My body is taut and aching for satisfaction, and tonight I intend to make quick work of my pretty flower. After grabbing the lube from beside me, I slather it over the pink vibrator before using my palm to spread Thorne for preparation. The lube is still cold, and he jolts at the sensation.

“Are you ready for bliss?” I ask, though I don’t wait for his reply before I press the pink phallus against him.

He moans as I press it, unhurried, farther inside. I take my time until his ass has completely enveloped the entirety of the toy before I press it on. As the vibrations begin, Thorne jolts forward again, hissing. Patiently, I wait until Thorne settles, watching the way his back moves as he breathes.

“Fuck,” he says through a groan. Eventually, he begins to grind against the mattress, and that is when I begin to thrust the toy in and out of him. First, at a leisurely pace, until I find myself impatient at the speed I take. Thorne isn’t panting loudly enough; he isn’t begging for more yet, so I increase the tempo.

Once my pace quickens, I take myself into my palm, matching the thrusts in tandem. Thorne begins to whimper more steadily, his mouth gaping open to drool over the sheets. Satan save me, he is the most gorgeous creature when he’s being fucked.

“That’s it, handsome boy, take it all.” As I utter those words, his orgasm crashes over him, his grinding slows, and he goes rigid. The scream he lets loose rattles the walls, but I am not finished with him yet.

Pulling the toy from his ass, I toss it to the side with abandon. My cock throbs, aching for him. I have edged myself quite long enough. Sliding on the cock ring, I turn it on, moaning as the pleasant buzz tingles over my shaft.

Thorne lies still, panting as he regains his composure, but, devilishly, it excites me knowing it will not be a considerable time of relief. I pump my cock a few times, allowing the sensations to build feverishly. Walking forward on the bed until I am behind him fully, I spread his ass for me again. I take care to untie his legs from his arms, so his legs are able to spread further for me.

“Yes, gods, please,” Thorne begs. “I want you, Aamon.”

My name upon his lips releases a surge of pure joy, like a spark of fire igniting my soul. It is warm, sweet, and I allow myself the moment to feel as if it is the only word he has uttered that matters.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask while I tease the head of my cock against him.

Thorne moans and struggles to speak through a whimper. “Yes. I want you to fuck my ass.”

With his consent, I push my cock further inside him. His asshole still throbs from his prior orgasm, wet with lube. It allows me to slide in easily, as it squeezes around me, achingly tight. Once I am fully seated inside him, I take no time before I plow into histiny ass. Grabbing his hips roughly, I move him as I’d like him against my cock in tandem to my strokes.

“You’re my little fuck doll, aren’t you?” He can hardly reply while I fuck him. I am brutally rough, my nails digging into the sides of his flesh until he screams. The sound is angelic and only spurs my building release.

Taking one of my hands from his side, I shove it into his open mouth, and, dutifully, he sucks on it, allowing saliva to pool around my finger. “Such an obedient boy. Will you come again for me?”

His tongue draws languid circles against my fingers, and the sensation builds beneath my skin. Every whimper he makes sends a shiver down my spine. My cock aches, begging me to stop being such a stubborn bastard and allow myself to come.

I lean my body against his back, my thrusts growing more fervent until I hear nothing but the sounds of our grunts and bodies. Grabbing hold of his throat in one hand, allowing the one in his mouth to fall away, I whisper into his ear, “Come.”

---