Page 31 of Monsters After Dark

I slipped off my panties, he cast away his boots and harness, and then we were both naked. His gaze slid up and down my body, and I shivered. It took an effort not to cover myself, to hide, but I resisted the urge. It wouldn’t have been fair, not when I was drinking in the sight of that magnificent alien body.

The moment stretched out until, at last, Krell lowered himself to crouch beside my bed, leaning in to plant the lightest, sweetest kiss I could imagine on my lips. My heart racing, I reached up to pull him closer, sliding my fingers through his quills and trying to pull him closer to me.

Krell had other ideas, and the strength to ignore my hands as I tried to guide him. Instead, he lifted his lips from mine, ignoring my whimpered protest to move to my neck. Whimpers turned to moans as he planted kisses there, and when he bit me, I arched and gasped and moaned.

Krell chuckled, scraping predator-sharp teeth across my skin again. “You like that.”

It wasn’t a question. He spoke it with conviction, and he wasn’t wrong. I tried to say something, anything, but all I could manage was a strangled moan.

Perhaps Krell took that as a protest or a challenge. He continued kissing my neck as his hands explored their way down my body, caressing my breasts, roaming down over my stomach. Moving so slowly, deliberately, delicately, that I wanted to scream at him.

But then he might stop.

And that wouldn’t do at all.

Finally slipping his hand between my legs, running a tantalizing finger along my pussy lips before sliding between them. I arched and moaned again as he rubbed me oh-so-lightly, teasing and tormenting.

“You do like it,” Krell whispered into my ear. “You’re as wet as the ocean.”

Heat spread across my face, down my neck, across my breasts. As true as his words were, I didn’t want to admit it. Instead of an answer, ran my fingers down his abs, the strange texture of his skin delighting me. He growled again, and I recognized the longing in that sound. I’d been making it seconds earlier.

“And you’re as hard as diamond,” I gasped when my fingers strayed down to touch his cock, exploring him. Krell shuddered as I brushed the small spur, and it vibrated against my fingers. My jaw dropped at the thought of that pressing against my clit as he rode me.

“Never said I didn’t like it,” he said, rough undertones in his voice. Pulses ran up and down the length of his shaft and I stroked him. trying to match the rhythm. Krell growled.

“If you keep doing that, I will lose control.”

“Do you think I want you in control?”

“I might damage you.”

“You won’t.” This time I was the one to speak with unearned confidence—something made me sure I was safe with this man, despite his monstrous strength, razor claws, and pointed teeth. Safer than I’d ever felt with a human.

Krell pulled back, my hand slipping from his cock as he withdrew. Before I had a chance to object, he’d bent over me again, kissing and nipping at my breasts while his left hand kept rubbing my pussy, teasing my clit, making me arch and squirm. Planting kisses down my body, he at last came to my pussy, replacing his fingers with his tongue.

I screamed at his touch, the pleasure overwhelming me. There was something magical about his rough, eager tongue, an incredible sensation no human could match. The texture, perhaps? I didn’t know, I didn’t care, I just didn’t want him to stop. Grabbing at his head, I took hold of his horns and pulled him against me. Each touch of his tongue made me thrash wildly, and he was my only anchor.

This time, he let me guide him, steering his head by the horns. I knew he could have ignored me, that his strength would be too much for me if he wanted to take control.

He didn’t. He wanted me to feel safe, to know that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. And I sure didn’t mind that, as long as he kept doing the things I did want.

It didn’t take long for that magnificent, wonderful, magical tongue of his to push me to the edge of orgasm. At the last moment, I looked down at Krell, only to see him looking back at me. My gaze met his and the intensity of that pushed me into the onrushing orgasm. I cried out again, pulling on his horns and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body.

I didn’t know how long I was in the throes of passion, but when I recovered enough to focus again, Krell loomed over me, watching me with a smile. A smug smile, but I didn’t mind that. He’d earned the right to be pleased with himself.

“You taste amazing, Izzy,” he said, kissing his way up my body. “And you make such wonderful noises.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks at that, but I didn’t argue. Instead, I pulled him to me, onto the bed. The bunk under us creaked ominously with his added weight, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, I needed him, and nothing else mattered.

From the way he came at me, I knew Krell felt the same way. Kissing his way up my body, giving me gentle bites as he went, he slid between my legs, monster cock pressing against me. And stopped, meeting my eyes again.

Heart pounding, scared and exhilarated in equal measure, I gave him the tiniest of nods. Almost before I’d finished, he thrust. Thrust hard, his cock stretching me as he drove home, making me arch under him and gasp with a pleasure that was almost pain.

Almost, but not quite. Instead, it was the most intense joy I’d ever experienced. I’d thought Krell’s tongue was good, and it was, but it didn’t compare to his dick.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I urged him deeper, biting my lip as he grew even bigger inside me, pulsing slowly. Back arching, I gripped him tight and he roared, an animal sound that burned straight through my conscious mind and into the buried ancestral memories. Krell was a predator, and I was his prey, and damn, I liked that.

The spur above his cock pressed against my clit as he drove deep, and its vibration was almost too much. I dug my nails into Krell’s back, panting and shaking, and Krell roared again, thrusting deeper and harder, until we both teetered on the edge of a mind-shattering climax.

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