Page 24 of Hollyhocks

Not the human version of her, the monster my mind keeps conjuring. Groaning, I lean my head against my bicep, imagining I’m wrapping my hands around her horns as I thrust into her, using them as leverage to fuck her as hard as I can.

I have a feeling she’d love that.

“Fuck.” I grip my thick cock, stroking it to the thought of fucking the monster who belongs to me.

Her blue hair is bright, draped across the black silk of the pillow.

She screams my name, “Fitz. More. Harder.”

And I give it to her, giving her more with every fucking thrust.

“You like that. You love my fat cock. You love being stretched and used.”

She growls at me, flashing her fangs with a promise of violence before flipping me onto my back.

“I’ll show you what it’s like to be stretched and used, Fitz.” Something long and slick slips into my ass, pressing against a spot I’ve never explored before.

“Oh, fuck, Holly. That feels so good. Don’t stop. Keep doing that.” In my mind, it feels so good, but I don’t know if I’d ever dare to actually do it.

Wings spread out of her back, the tips pinning my wrists above my head. Her tongue shifts from normal to a tentacle andshe tests the suction by licking up my stomach. Small circular dots appear, similar to a hickey. The small mark makes me feel claimed like she has stamped ownership on me.

“You’re all mine, Fitz. This body. This cock.” Her tentacles wrap around my dick, giving it a teasing squeeze.

I whimper.

“I want your come, Good Boy. I want it so bad. You know I can’t live without it.” She slides her tight cunt down on my shaft and my fucking toes curl against the tile. Holly rocks back and forth. “Give it to me. Fill me. I want every drop. Be a good boy and breed me.”

The praise has come shooting from my cock, my orgasm wracking through my body and causing my knees to go weak.

“Holly, oh, fuck, Holly. Take every drop. It’s yours. Every fucking drop of me,” I moan so loud, thankful I’m by myself.

Just as I tilt my head back, I swear a shadow moves from the corner of my eye. My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath from the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Hello?” I call out, licking the water from my lip.

There’s no way someone could be here. It’s only me.

I wash the evidence of my dirty thoughts down the drain, press the button on the screen to shut the water off, and snag a warm towel from the rack.

“Just imagining things,” I mumble to myself while I dry off and another shadow captures my attention.

I laugh when I see my own shadow cast on the floor.

“Idiot. You need to sleep.” I ignore the paranoia telling me someone is in my house.

I wipe the condensation from the mirror, staring at my reflection as I brush my teeth. My hair curls at the end just above my eyes and I make a mental note to get a haircut. I debate on shaving but damn it, I don’t feel like it, so I decide to leave the stubble just to crawl into bed a few minutes earlier.

Spitting the toothpaste in the sink, I rinse my mouth out, and straighten, catching a glimpse of Holly in the mirror.

“What the fuck!” I spin around, but she isn’t there.

It’s just the wall.

I’m relieved and disappointed.

“Fucking Hell, Fitz. Get a grip. Your imagination is running wild. Calm the hell down.” I flip the bathroom light off and crawl into bed, covering myself with the comforter.

It isn’t long before my body becomes light, my mind becomes quiet, and my eyes close to finally get some rest.

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