Page 318 of Evil Hearts

“Does it look normal?” I ask, hoping it isn’t barbed or the size of a horse’s.

“Normal for me, yes. It is similar to yours, but a bit different.”

“Different how?” I ask.

The room is silent, except for a quiet tip-tapping sound that I can’t place. It sounds almost like rain hitting the glass or a leak… a faucet dripping?

“I am already leaking for you.”

Oh hell no. Is he leakingthatmuch? I hope he isn’t expecting me to put that thing in my mouth. I like dick, but I am not obsessed with cum like some of these guys out here. I’ll take a load down, but I’m doing everything I can not to taste it.

“It’s time you stop talking. Bend over and let me show you.”

“It’s not like… the size of a fire extinguisher, is it?”

“I do not know what that is,” he says.

“How big is it?”

“Big enough to feel good. Not big enough to hurt you.”

“A finger could hurt me, if done the wrong way.”

“I will not do it the wrong way.”

My mouth opens and then snaps shut. I turn to give this monster my back and crawl onto the bed, lying my chest on the bed and leaving my ass in the air. Though I’m unsure about this entire thing, I’m still hard and very fucking curious about what’s going to happen.

This could be really stupid. All of it. Turning my back on this thing. Letting it mate with me. Who knows what kind of troubleit could get me into? And maybe it does want to kill me. But if it did, wouldn’t it have done it already?

Some animals like playing with their food.

Yeah, there’s that.

Two large hands press over each of my ass cheeks and the bed dips behind me. My breathing increases as my anticipation jumps to an all-time high.

“Do you need me to go easy?” he asks.

“I d-don’t know,” I say honestly.

I’m not sure why I’m on the bed like this, bent over like a submissive little bitch when it’s never been my choice of positions. Normally, I do the fucking, but maybe that’s because of the guys I’ve ended up with over the years? I don’t hate the idea of this, especially since it happened so naturally, but should I tell this guy the only thing I’ve had in my ass are my fingers and the dildo I bought from online?

When he says nothing, I ask, “Do you need lube? We should definitely use lube.”

My nerves are getting the best of me now. I don’t hate having things in my ass. In fact, I’ve always enjoyed it when I’ve done it. But that’s the thing. I’m the one doing it and I can control it. Letting someone else take that control? It’s scary as hell. Especially when that someone is a monster from another realm or some shit.

“My cock makes its own lube,” he says as something warm and wet slides against my hole. I clench up, afraid he’s going to shove inside me, only I realize this isn’t his dick. It’s his tongue.

“Oh my—is that—”

He chuckles, pulling away. “You like it?”

“Hell yes,” I say.

I’ve never had a mouth on my ass before. Never had a real tongue to compare. I’m sensitive enough to feel the differencethough, because I have had a regular tongue on my dick before—and his tongue is not normal.

“Turn over and let me treat you to it.”

I have no problem rolling over onto my back, my dick hard as stone. The bed shifts around me and though I still can’t see this monster, I can feel him. His large hand wraps around my dick, swallowing it whole. I’m not small, he’s just so big…

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