Page 44 of Monsters After Dark

His words seem to have another meaning, a potency that my sorrow-ravaged mind cannot quite grasp. But I also need to feel him inside me, and I grasp his thick cock, sobbing with joy as I battle to sink down onto it.

“Careful, love,” he rumbles. Taking my hips in his big hands, he helps me, doing much of the work, yet allowing me to decide on the pace and depth of our coupling.

Hands braced against the firm muscles of his chest, I embrace the achy pleasure as sore inner muscles give and I ride his monstrous cock. “More,” I say. “Please, I need more.”

With a growl of satisfaction, he begins to slam up into me even as he holds my hips.

“Yes!”

This feels different. Always it is my choice how this begins, but always it is his choice how it ends. Only today, it feels like all of it is mine. Today the beginning, and now the end, is by my design.

My love for him, that once-innocent love which changed over time into passion and desire, blazes within my chest. My climax sideswipes me out of nowhere in hot waves, my pussy convulsing around his great cock and knot, sapping the last of my energy as he follows me into rapture.

I am spent after, collapsing over him. I am tired, and although I try desperately to cling to consciousness lest he disappear, exhaustion drags me into a fitful sleep.

I awaketo a sensation of discord. Something tickles my nose, and I shift, groaning when I find my thighs spread wide around a great body… a great furry body.

“Uh? Oh! Ow!”

“What ails you, tiny maiden?” a gruff voice demands. Strong, fur-covered arms tighten around me.

My pains are momentarily overwritten by the realization that daylight streams through the window… and he is still here.

I blink at my monster in wonder, a monster I am sprawled over.

A monster I have never seen in daylight.

His broad snout tugs up in what I believe to be a grin.

“Oh!” I say, cupping the side of his muzzle. Its softness is familiar, but I am seeing the multi-faceted shades of brown in his fur for the very first time. “You are so beautiful!”

“I am?” he asks, incredulous. His eyes, like his fur, are a tawny golden brown. They are the most wondrous eyes I have ever seen, and they seem to sparkle in the morning light.

“Yes!” I say, sobbing as I throw my arms around his neck, burying my nose into his soft fur and clinging like he might be snatched away. “How? How are you here?”

“Foolish little maiden. Don’t you know you could keep me with you, were it only what you truly desired?”

“No! Oh, please say you will never go away again! I love you. I love you so much, my sweet monster who has cared for me all my life.”

“I will not,” he says. “You have willed me into your life, and you cannot will me away again. We are bonded. I too have loved you your whole life, first as an innocent child who needed to feel safe in the darkest hours of the night, and later as a woman with your loving, giving ways. Now you must be burdened with a monster who will not fit under your bed for the rest of your life.”

I giggle, lifting my head and inspecting my monster once again, leaning up—with a wince, for I am very sore—as I take all of him in.

His eyes narrow in a way I have never witnessed before. “You are sore?” he demands.

“I… A little,” I say, blushing and unexpectedly feeling very shy.

Suddenly, I am tipped onto my back.

“What—What are you doing?” I ask nervously, for he is lifting his great monster body from my bed, setting it creaking and groaning and lowering his snout between my thighs.

He pauses to glance up, lips tugging in what I am coming to understand is his smile.

“Don’t you know, my sweet maiden? Can’t you guess?”

I shake my head, blushing to the roots of my hair, and a little nervous because I can now fully see this magnificent monster who pauses with his snout inches from my sore pussy.

“Allow me to demonstrate,” he rumbles. “We monsters have a reputation for ruining needy pussies, but we also have the best cures to make them all better again.”

Lowering his mouth, he buries it in my hot, wet, swollen pussy… and gently laps.

“Goddess,” I mumble, fingers fisting his soft fur as he takes the soreness away one heavenly lick at a time. “Please tell me you shall do this every day.”

“Every day,” he promises in a husky rasp against my pussy, which is no longer sore and is instead needy again. “I shall worship your sweet body whenever my sweet maiden desires.”

The End.

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