Page 51 of Becoming Monsterous

"I'm going to stay hard for you, Ellie," he promises, trailing his fingers across my lips. "And fuck you as many times as I can before I come inside your warm, tight pussy."

I shudder, the dirty talk blinding me with desire for a moment.

Then he flips me over, draws my legs out straight behind me, and presses in me again. This time, the pleasure is sharp and heady. I cry out, turning my head to the side and pressing myself up against him. He makes me come twice, first inside me, the second time with his cock between my thighs and the head rubbing against me.

Finally, he draws me up onto all fours, my face pressed down into crushed wildflowers, and fucks me hard and fast with his thumb on my clit. He draws circles in it and digs his fingers into my hip, his groin slapping my ass with each frantic thrust. I can sense that he's on the edge, barely able to contain himself, and want desperately to come on him so hard that hehasto come.

So I turn my face to watch him as he makes me orgasm, trembling and clenching on his length. It feels so good that it hurts now, but it's all worth it when he cries out and loses control.

His shuddering chest. The beads of sweat on his forehead. Those black eyes. I gasp and moan, coming on his cock for so long that I nearly white out, even as he spills inside me.

When we're done I feel completely spent.

Afterwards, he turns me over, puts his face between my thighs, and licks me clean. His tongue is broad and flat, delicately bringing me down from the near-pain of repeated pleasure.

I brush my fingers against his head, enjoying the softness of his short, white-blond hair.

Morpheus hums in pleasure and looks up at me with a clever glint in his black eyes.

Then, even though I thought I was done, he licks another orgasm out of me, this time with the tip of his tongue flicking fast against my clit. I grind onto his face, grip his head in my thighs, and moan his name. I'm helpless in the face of his desire to make me come—I can't seem to stop myself, and I don't even want to.

We fall asleep intertwined in each other's arms in the wildflowers. I wake in the velvet curtain, my hair turned to snakes now.

His eyes are open and watching me. He's drawing circles on my thigh, which trembles and shivers from all the pleasure.

I feel completely open and vulnerable. Whatever doubts or misgivings I had before this are gone. Morpheus has wrung them out of me with his dreams and his clever fingers.

Staring out into the darkness, I picture young Aphrodite, and surrender myself to loving her.

She doesn't deserve my love, but she gets it anyway.

Power flows into me, so much of it that I'm afraid it will destroy me. I cry out in pain as it tears me apart.

Chapter34

Ellie

The powers that Medusa gave me are nothing in comparison to this.

I feel it all. Overwhelming lust and desire. Worship and obedience. Loyalty and the pain that comes with it.

Love is so much more than simple affection. It's more, even, than devotion or desire.

It's what keeps a victim with their abuser. What makes a child cry at a parent's carelessness. It brings nations to their knees.

And it goes where it isn't earned or even desired. It flows, unbidden and helpless. Or snaps, goes cold, and leaves us forever.

Love is a power that I couldn't imagine. It flows through me and knocks me to my feet—not that I was standing before. Crying out, I twist against the ground, my teeth clenched and my body wracked with pain. My snakes rear up to strike at nothing, hissing as a thousand pain points rush through my body, overwhelming any remaining pleasure I felt from Morpheus making love to me.

"I'll go get the others," he whispers, drawing the velvet curtain over me and pressing kisses to my forehead. "She'll watch over you."

He disappears before I can figure out how to unglue my jaw and speak. Just as well—all I was going to ask was whosheis. My answer comes in the form of a growl as the she-wolf that lives on his body as a tattoo paces back and forth in front of the closed door.

At least I have her protection.

Not that she can save me from this feeling that scorches my bones and sets my nerves on fire.

Be brave!Medusa's voice is a distant comfort that rises from within.This won't last forever, Ellie. You've faced her power before and survived. I'm certain you can do it again.

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