Page 51 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

Now, I understood.

Kissing Orcus was essential, as integral to my well-being as my own magic, as food or water now were to my mortal body.

There was a playfulness to the way his tongue parried with mine. It echoed our years of battles, and I gasped when he retreated.

“Wha—“

“I needed to see your face,” he replied.

I was confused for only a moment, for his hands, with their long, wicked claws,finallyslid over my breasts, clasping the fullness of them, kneading as if testing their heft. My back bowed and I gasped in shock. I chased the sensation, pressing into his hands like I could affix them there.

Because I never wanted them to leave.

His hands on my nipples felt like bliss. I was so incredibly sensitive I could hardly comprehend. Moreover, the sensitivity zinged down to my cunt, as if the two were directly linked. My mouth fell open, though I didn't make a sound. I was too shocked. This,thiswas the perfection of two beings created perfectly for one another, the ultimate joining in a symphony of sin, though there was truly only glory to be found.

Yes, the way he touched me, the way he lowered his lips back to mine to kiss me, was nothing short of worship, the most sacrosanct act ever in this entire solar system. Together, we were pursuing bliss, but simply by virtue of who we were, we also consecrated the very room we occupied.

I squirmed beneath him. His lips on mine, his hands on my nipples, were the sweetest sensation I'd ever known and yet, I wanted more. His shadows teased me all over, but it wasn't enough. It was building something I could not yet quite grasp, but could feel the start of. I chased a tentacle with my hips, trying to get it between my legs, where my pussy tingled to wakefulness with a heated insistence. After centuries of neglect, she was demanding her due, and Orcus, bless him, finally gave it.

With careful gentleness, he slid a lone tentacle along my folds, testing and gathering the slickness there. It hadn't all dripped todampen my dress, it seemed, because the tentacle slid with so little resistance as to be laughable.

In Which the Single Most Perfect Worship

A shockof pleasure zinged through me, making me gasp for air. While this was all new to me as an experience, I obviously understood how it all worked.

And itworked.

So much of my initial creation had depended on the magic to fill in the blanks, and I said a tiny prayer of thanks to my own magic for giving me a clitoris even though I would have never dreamed I'd need it.

In the darkness, Orcus's eyes glowed and, though they'd always been golden in the past, they now carried the teal of my magic. When he smiled, the glow lit his teeth, and even though it was menacing, Ilikedit. His grin made my blood rush in my veins and my pussy pulse between my legs.

My legs kicked out, only to have more tentacles wrap around them, steadying me. It was like he knew that I was on a journey, a ride that I'd never experienced, and he was here to steady me as we progressed. I squeezed my eyes shut, because there were more sensations than I could possibly comprehend. I, who had once been omniscient and in charge of an entire planet, was overwhelmed this easily. But right now, I had a human body, and I was experiencing things I'd never known before.

The tentacle of shadow toyed with my clit, brushing each side and dipping inside me to gather more of my slick. Just when I thought I had habituated, had gained a hold on the situation, his tentacle... changed. Instead of being a smooth slickness, it had raised bits. I was too out of my mind to notice what shape they might be. All I knew was that they drove me wild.

Each section that passed over my clit caused me to convulse uncontrollably. Orcus's breath came fast and heavy, the only consolation that I wasn't alone in this. When I ventured to open my eyes, I realized that he'd removed his shirt. He knelt between my legs, his nipples hard and jutting out from his well-formed pecs. I had no idea what I'd been thinking of when I'd made him, but thank fuck, I had. He was sex and sin, perfection and danger all rolled up into one deadly package, solely designed to bring me to my knees.

“Oh, princess, you look so beautiful coming apart for me. You're such a mess. You almost act like you've never—“ he cut off and squinted at me. “Aviana, have you never come before?”

“No,” I whispered. Trying to focus on what he was saying, but I was entirely overwhelmed with where he touched me. “I've seen it happen plenty, though. I know how these things work.”

An expression of shock flashed across his face, only to be replaced with a grin so predatory, so sexy, that I thought I might melt.

“You're telling me that no one, not even you, has wrested an orgasm from this gorgeous pussy?”

“No, what reason would I have had to?—“

“Because it's the single most perfect cunt in this galaxy, perhaps this universe!”

“Well, yes,” I allowed. “But until now, it hasn't exactly been serving me especially well. It's been lying dormant, perhaps collecting dust?”

“A tragedy,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, I'll be damned if you come on my tentacle for the first time, then.”

I frowned, unsure what he meant, but screamed in surprise when he lowered his head to nip at my clit. His tongue differed from my own, not modeled entirely on a human tongue, but more closely to the creatures of the dark forces I'd seen in my travels to Earth. Split at the front, like a snake. The sections moved independently, taking the opportunity to drive me mad as they tickled my clit from either side. It didn't end there, though. The onslaught continued with the discovery that the pads of his tongue were raised, as if each taste bud held a small bead inside.

The combination was enough to make me quiver. I lost all sense of where I was or truly what was happening, my consciousnessfocused down until I was unfamiliar with anything but where his tongue caressed me, where the twin tips of his tongue drove me past the edge of sanity and plunged me into a land of pure bliss.

The longer he played, the tenser I became. I knew what was coming, but couldn't possibly have anticipated what it felt like. Every muscle in my body tensed, drawing tight like I might squeeze the pleasure from the experience. The tension, the tightness, rose and rose, until I felt the whisper of a tentacle at my opening, teasing back and forth as if asking for entry.

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