Page 54 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

After my legs were thoroughly relaxed, he crawled up my body, pausing when his lips hovered over mine. Shadows bloomed around his head, reaching toward me. He ghosted over the planes of my face, tilting my chin up until I met his eyes.

“You are being so perfect, pet,” he spoke against my lips, so that I was sure he felt a puff of air when I moaned at his words. I reached for him, desperate to touch him. I'd felt the skin of his fingertips, the smoothness of his shadows, but the rest of his body was foreign to me. I craned my neck, desperate for our mouths to touch, but he pulled back and smiled.

“So perfect, but you are not in charge here. You do not get what you want. You get what you need.” He wrapped my arms again, denying me the ability to touch him when I was only a breath away.

“I need to touch you!” I whined.

“What youneed,” he whispered. “Is a lesson in what it is like to lack control. To be unable to get what you want because someone else determines that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, because this wasn't just about the two of us. As much as I hated it, this was also about my growth, and in that, I needed to trust him.

“Yes.” The word was barely audible, but it brought a smile to his face that was worth what it cost me to say.

“See? Perfect, pet.” A shadow tendril caressed my lip. “Now open.”

In Which the Lady Comprehends the Extent of her Submission

I opened my mouth,and in seconds he'd filled it. The tentacle writhed and expanded, filling my mouth and slipping over every surface. It was so much like our previous kiss, provoking and sensual, but the slick surface of his tentacle undulated in ways I doubt his tongue could. Instead of overwhelming touches across my body, he focused on my mouth, on my lips, leaving the rest of me bereft, straining for hints of his touch. I could feel the heat of him, so close to touching me, but remaining just out of reach.

My tongue danced with his tentacle, slightly annoyed that it wasn't his tongue, but enjoying myself too much to stop. I wanted more, so much more, but I would take whatever dregs he gave me, because even those were bliss. I whined around his tentacle, hopeful that he'd remove it and allow me to speak. But he only smiled and licked his lips.

He raised a brow. “What's that, princess?” he taunted. “I can't seem to hear you. Do you need something? If you think you know better what you need, please feel free to tap my shadows and I will release you to explain. But I assure you, my plan will be far morefunif only you can be patient. If you can trust me.”

With a whimper, I nodded my head. I may want a great many things, but I was not in control here, and I'd agreed to that. I'd wanted that.

“That's my perfect princess.” As if in reward, he leaned down and kissed the edge of my mouth. I turned my head, chasing it, but he fled once more, tutting at me.

“Now, let me set the rules of today's lesson.” He said, sitting back to lean on his heels.

“It's a pastime that I marked you as mine. We will begin simply and progress from there.” With a snap, his pants were gone.

“Your touch is regulated, doled out and administered by me. You will not touch me until I am well pleased with you. You can please me by following my rules. If you are obedient and apply yourself, you'll find I am not stingy with my rewards. Now, first, princess, you will bring yourself to orgasm.”

I blinked at him, for surely he'd been speaking that entire time, but he'd also revealed his cock to me for the first time. How could he expect me to pay attention after he'd unveiledsomething sointriguing? Now that I'd had my first taste of what sex could be, I was ravenous. Staring at him, I suddenly saw the appeal of being filled, for I was so abysmally empty. Surely he'd taken his pants off to fill me?

The shadows around my hands loosened and directed them to my sex, but still, I could not tear my eyes from him. With one powerful hand, he wrapped the long, thick cock in front of me. Apparently, I'd made him perfect in every way without knowing what I was doing. He had a slight upward curve, and a network of thick veins that peeked out between layers of. His cock was bluish-gray like the rest of him, but lighter, almost glowing, at the tip, as if flushed. When he shifted, I saw that the rim of his head was dotted with round nodules, bumps that seemed to be vibrating. A line of them ran down the top and bottom lengths of his cock, ending in a trio of them at this base. I could only imagine what he would feel like inside me.

“Whimpering now?” he asked. “Perhaps I should have waited to show you?”

I hadn't realized that I'd whimpered, but it was certainly possible. I shook my head frantically, not wanting him to take away the glorious sight in front of me. I could focus. I could be good for him.

“Now, love—“ he looked surprised for a moment, but continued. “I want you to play with your cunt. Explore yourself with your fingers and find what feels good. I'll provide some motivation, perhaps some suggestions, but ultimately, you'll be the best judge.”

Eager–no–greedy for his praise, I plunged my fingers between my slick folds. I was so swollen there, soalive. Everywhere I touched seemed hyper sensitized, plush and giving. I was...intricate, a maze of dips and wrinkles, caverns and ridges. For a moment, I forgot I was with Orcus, forgot about the gorgeous monster between his legs, and lost myself there. I stroked and circled, varying pressure and tempo, lingering on my clit and marveling at howfullit felt.

Orcus's chuckle drew me from my total focus, but he was smiling when I looked at him. His eyes were lost, focused on where I touched myself, though his hands were busy. He cupped his heavy sac and gently pumped himself with the other. My mouth fell open, watching him, and my fingers sped. A steady flow of pre-cum dribbled from his tip, an iridescent black liquid that seemed designed to fascinate. At first, he swiped his hand over it, slicking it down his length until he shone with it. After, he raised himself on his knees, so the strand of it stretched to fall on my lower stomach. Desperate for it, for him, I ran my fingers through it, quickly returning them to my pussy, spreading it through me.

And oh, how it slid over me perfectly. He was warmer than I was, I realized, for it was hot where it pooled.

“Yes, princess,” he gasped. “Use me. Chase your pleasure. You look so fucking gorgeous beneath me, so pretty with my cum on you.”

I was glad he liked it, because it was driving me to madness in the most delicious fashion. The heat of him warmed my skin in ways that his shadows had not, and it only made me want him more.

Before I quite realized what was happening, my body tightened, the solid grip of my orgasm cloaking me in rapture. I bowed off the bed, holding my breath as my cunt squeezed, reminding me how it was stillsoempty.

“God, Aviana, you'll be the death of me,” he growled, his hand a vise on his cock.

I panted, momentarily sated, but entirely focused now. “Orcus,” I started, careful to request rather than demand. “Might I touch you now?”

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