Page 28 of Prince of Ruin

He steps closer once again, his chest inches from my face as I tilt my head back to look at him. Reaching out with his wing, he strokes my cheek with his talon. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Clavicle. You must believe me. Human or not, withmemories or no memories, I will always be at your service, sworn to protect you. And if that isn’t enough, know that I still…I still have strong feelings for you, Clavicle.”

I’m confused by my emotions because I feel like I should jerk away from his cool talon on my skin, try to run. But my initial instinct is to lean into the caress.

That faerie wine must be making me beyond horny. Maybe I’ve watchedBeauty and the Beastone too many times as a kid, maybe I’ve read too many monster romances as an adult, but with his massive, strong form standing this close to me, promising his protection, all I want is to let him throw me on the bed with those remarkable talons and fuck me the way the bats were fucking in the cavern.

It’s almost like there’s someone deep within taking over when I reach up and pinch his chin between my thumb and forefinger—surprised by the downy softness of it—and whisper, “Then get over here, you bastard,” before pulling his face down to seal my mouth over his.

His lips part and my tongue slips through. I find his fangs with my tongue–fangs that are sharp and lethal–and I don’t even want to explore why that turns me on so much. The scent of rotted wood and wet dirt pulls me closer to his warm body, until I’m flush against his torso, the ridges of his muscles pressinginto my fingertips. He tastes of nectar and berries and wine, and I drink him in with a needy moan.

He sinks into the kiss, his tongue slowly exploring my mouth as our lips seal together. His leathery wings wrap around me, pulling me closer as his kisses become more aggressive, possessive, like a beast claiming his prey.

Like he wants a bite of me, but doesn’t want to break me.

I run my trembling fingers down the soft skin of his wings as he creates a cocoon around us, and he shudders, a low growl coming out of him into our kiss that makes my dick twitch.

These confusing emotions are too much. How can I find a bat humanoid attractive? Scratch that, I’ve jacked off to enough monster smut to answer that question. And Iwouldask how I could be attracted to someone who threw an innocent human into the pit of the volcano, but then, I’ve read enough morally gray characters to answer that, too.

Goddammit. I’m fucked in the head for wanting this—wantinghim—sobadly. Do I care? I should, right? I mean,Christ, I could be next on his list of humans to toss into the boiling lava. But there’s this weird shadow within me telling me to go for it. I’m living every monster smut reader’s fantasy, why squander it?

I’m feeling bold. It must be the wine. Ithasto be the wine. Because I deepen the kiss, step closer, and reach down into his fur where his cock should be. My eager hand finds his long, hard length waiting for me.

Huge. He’shuge. Definitely a two-hander. My fingers aren’t even close to wrapping fully around his cock. My own cock grows hard as I feel his thickness in my palm, as I give it a gentle squeeze, drawing a low rumble out of him. How would this feel in my mouth? How would it feel in my ass? My stomach plummets. I’m dying to find out. I begin pumping it slowly, and he pulls away, throws his head back, and roars in pleasure.

“Arms tight around my neck,” he orders. “Now.”

Both panic and excitement war within me as I reach up and cling to his neck. Abaddon shoots up to the swinging bed with one flap of his massive wings and crawls over me, wedging one knee between my thighs. Pressing his body over mine, he stretches his wings over the bed, hooking his talons under the mattress. Using his wings, he pulls his body against mine, and I can feel his large erection against my stomach. A moan of delight—which sounds more like a scream—escapes me.

“Yes,” Abaddon coaxes. “That’s it, little boy. Scream for me.”

Another scream rips out of me when he bites the skin at my throat, and it hurts. It hurts so badly. But it feels so fucking good at the same time. His knee nudges against my rock-hard erection as he loosens his bite, scraping his teeth down my arm.

How often have I fantasized about being monster-fucked? How many gay monster-fucker books have I read and gotten off to? I might very well die tomorrow. Maybe…maybe getting fucked by this beast is exactly what I need right now.

I arch my hips into his beefy thigh, seeking friction for my own erection, and another moan escapes my lips.

He chuckles into my ear. “There you are, Spine Sovereign.”

I should stop this. I should stop this whole thing, I think, as I dry hump his thigh. His precum is already soaking through my shirt at my stomach, and I tell myself that the only reason I’m letting him fuck me is so that he won’t kill me.

But I know that’s not true. Especially when I tug off my jeans and rip off my shirt, tossing both onto the floor down below before grabbing his massive, velvety and very human-like cock in both hands stroking him against me. More liquid leaks into my hands. How much cum could a dick this large release? For an eight-foot tall beast, a full-on bukkakke thatcould drown me, no doubt. My cock hardens, as if that was possible.

“Do you feel how big my cock is, little boy?”

My dick throbs with this new nickname. Seriously need to unpack that with my therapist, assuming I ever get home.

“So big,” I moan into his abs as he humps my stomach, his thigh grinding into my cock.

“I’ll break you.”

“Promise?”

He tenses. “You know, for a human, you sure do a good job looking for trouble.”

I give him firm tug against my stomach, and I feel his whole body shudder.

“Such a naughty human.”

I hum. “Naughty bat. Leaving your sovereign wanting more.”

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