Page 42 of Monsters After Dark

“Open up, little maiden, and let your monster have his first taste.”

Legs thrusting open for him, I sob with joy as he takes a long lick.

He groans in echo, clawed fingers holding my thighs parted as he gently nibbles around the edges of the plump folds before taking another long, leisurely lick. Silken soft fur tickling where we touch sets all the sensations twisting joyously.

“Come for your monster,” he rumbles against my pussy, making a vibration against the sensitive skin. A rough thumb strums back and forth against my swollen clit. “Give me more of your sweet body’s offering. I will need to feast here for some time before I can be certain you are ready for the rough coupling that will follow.”

I come apart, gasping, panting, feeling a great gush eject from my body, soaking the fur around his snout as he greedily eats me out.

He growls his approval, easing the pressure of his thumb on my sensitive clit, and working his thick, sinuous tongue deeply into my pussy. My fingers bury into the soft fur at the side of his head, thighs straining to part farther to better provide access for his broad shoulders so that he might more easily pleasure me.

His thumb begins to move roughly against my clit again just as his thick tongue goes rigid and thrusts in and out of my slick pussy.

Another climax tears through me, my fingers fisting his thick fur, hips lifting, seeking more of this heady, rapturous torment.

I lose myself in the cycling pleasure, surrendering fully to the monster who lives under my bed and who ravishes me under the cover of darkness.

“Please,” I beg again. “Please, I need to feel you inside.” Desperation manifests in a desire for the connection that only comes when we are fully joined.

His head lifts, long tongue lapping the stickiness from his snout.

I lie panting, gazing up at the monster who commands both my body and my heart.

“Sweet maiden,” he says. Rising, he cups my cheek in one huge hand. “I am going to ruin your perfect little pussy tonight.”

I tremble before him. There is a different edge to him tonight.

His hands often tremble, but tonight they visibly shake.

My pretty nightgown is tugged up and off my body and tossed to the floor. As he braces over me, his great size dwarfs mine, bringing a familiar frisson of fear. Between his thighs, his beastly cock jerks, thicker than my forearm, the bright red tip emerging from its silken, lightly furred sheath.

My mouth waters.

“May I?” I ask, tearing my eyes from his monstrous cock to meet his monstrous gaze.

He nods, and my heart soars upon hearing this concession he gives rarely. Rising onto my knees, I gently close my small hands around his great girth.

“Goddess,” I whisper as I carefully work his thick sheath back, exposing the bright, throbbing length of his cock. He is weeping pre-cum and is slick under my palms. Seeing it this close, handling it, makes my pussy clench with both fear and arousal. He has claimed me many times, yet I still wonder at how this powerful monster can join intimately with me.

Lowering my lips, I lap at his weeping slit, pumping, encouraging him to gift me more of his delicious taste.

One clawed hand gathers up my long hair, holding it up and out of the way so that he can better see how I worship him.

“That’s my good little maiden,” he rumbles. “You are greedy for my cock and cum. I shouldn’t let you take too much, but the feel of your precious little tongue greedily lapping is a heaven-sent test to my resolve. Try and suck the tip if you can, my love.”

He lets out a low groan of pleasure as I do exactly that, jaw aching with the stain of even taking the very tip, but made determined by the growls of joy coming from my monster. My hands work up and down the hot, ridged flesh of his cock, all the way to the root and back to the tip, the thick knot near the base beginning to swell under my touch.

My belly tightens and my womb clenches, and then I am being drawn off, confused, licking the remnants from my lips and stuffing fingers into my mouth as he tumbles me onto my back.

He makes a tutting noise as he gently pulls my fingers from my mouth. “My greedy little maiden,” he reproves, although I can hear the smile in his voice. “You have already coaxed my knot, and it will be a struggle for your naughty pussy to take. I have already told you of my great needs. There is no hope now but for me to take you very roughly indeed.”

Every word is terrifying in its potency to arouse. I want him to ruin my pussy. I want the achy pain, and fear that envelops me as I wonder if he will break me with his monstrous cock.

Wrists captured within one clawed fist are pinned above me against the soft bedding. With a devious gleam in his beautiful eyes, he takes his great cock in hand and nudges the slick entrance to my pussy. My chest heaves unsteadily as the tip slowly breaches, forcing my muscles to give as the pressure rises.

I whimper and twitch, trying to find a position that eases the pressure. None do. His hand shifts to my waist, pinning me when I find it impossible to be still. I wanted this, yet now that the moment is bearing down upon me one thick inch at a time, my fear wars with a determination that I have done this before and that I can take all of him.

“Goodness!” I pant, writhing against his hold, finding it impossible to keep still, yet having nowhere to go.

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