Page 43 of Guarded By a Monster

The prick set off another wave, stronger than the ones before. My body quaked as pleasure tightened my muscles and unwound my brain. I surrendered to the bliss, to his hold, to him.

“Thurl,” I gasped, not sure what I asked for but needing something to ground me before I shattered and my dust floated into the stars. I grasped his horns and tugged with all my strength, which equaled that of a moth, but he indulged me.

He rose over me, his eyes impossibly bright.

No, it wasn’t entirely his eyes. There were now motes of red light dancing around us, a halo that bobbed and weaved as we breathed.

I inhaled. “What?”

Thurl’s head tilted as he studied the tiny balls of light. “Our bond.” His eyes met mine as his cock slid home.

You’d think after the never-ending orgasm I’d just had, I’d need time to recover before another, but when he moved, that coil in my belly wrapped tighter and threatened to spring loose in seconds.

The spikes on the sides of his dick swirled in and out of me and hit all the right spots. His heat wrapped me like a furnace, and the balls of light—our bond—pulsed in time with his thrusts, giving the room a disco effect.

I felt like I was on the verge of an aneurysm. And I wasn’t even sure what an aneurysm was.

My voice cried out, “More… harder…” and I had no idea where it came from, but Thurl obliged with a low, grunting growl that raised goosebumps on my skin. Nothing had ever felt more right in my life and I wanted to fuse myself to him. I would have chuckled at the thought if I hadn’t orgasmed the orgasm to end all orgasms.

I think I blacked out.

Thurl stared down at me. “Are you all right?”

“I have no idea.”

He scanned my body as if he tried to determine for me. I chuckled, then dissolved into a full belly laugh. When I sobered, I cupped his muzzle and kissed his cold nose. “Yes. I’m fine. I feel like a sponge that a compactor squeezed, but I’m fine.”

I reached up to bat at one of the dancing lights. It drifted on the breeze I’d created before settling back into line with the others. “This is our bond?”

Thurl nodded. “Drym and Kendal described it as a tether of balls of light.”

“A tether?” Visions of only being able to go so far from Thurl before being violently yanked back filled my head.

“Of sorts. It’s non-corporeal, and it will stretch between us no matter how far or wide we roam from each other.” He glanced away. “I will feel your pain as well.”

“Like, literally? If I get a papercut, you’ll feel it?”

He nodded. “On the very same finger.”

“What about you? If you’re hurt, will I feel it?”

“We assume it works both ways.”

I sat up, my scientific curiosity overwhelming any other thought I might have. “Let’s test it. Scratch your arm.”

He shook his head. “No. I will not have you feel pain.”

“But I’m curious. I want to know.”

He shook his head again.

Ihumphed. “Fine.” As quick as I could, I pinched his chest. My brows slashed down. “I didn’t feel anything.”

The corner of his mouth tilted in a smirk. “I’m not sure you would, since that didn’t hurt.”

I smacked his bicep. “Come on, just one small scratch on your arm and we’ll know if it works both ways.”

He shook his head and I squealed in frustration. “It’s going to drive me crazy not knowing, and thus I will drive you crazy.”

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