Page 5 of The Monster's Obsession
Laz stretches his tentacles, causing Vivie to lie flat seven or eight feet off the ground. I’m sure she feels secure enough with the massive appendages wrapped around her tall, willowy frame.
Laz is head over dick in love with her. He would never drop her, and whether she wants to admit it to herself or not, she knows as much. How she can stand to ignore his feelings is beyond me, but if I was him, I would have said enough was enough ages ago.
She must have a magic pussy or something.
A thick tentacle coils around her breasts, and Laz buries another in her ass. He chuckles and leans over her, wrapping his arms under hers and locking his hands on her shoulders.
It’s quite the erotic image as her long hair fans toward the ground, and she squirms, begging mindlessly. His tentacles don’t prevent her from moving her arms. She wraps them around Laz’s shoulders and pulls him closer with her bright pink nails digging into his skin.
I step to the side, staying hidden from the audience, but getting a little closer. His cock is sticky and leaking, bouncing around her ass as she squirms. Her feet flail, and Laz uses a tentacle to tuck them around his ass.
“Please,” she sobs. “I ache for you, Lazarus.”
She’s busting out his full name. That must mean she’s desperate.
He hisses, shoving his mouth to hers as he pulls his tentacle from her ass. The one caressing her tits and the other between them continue teasing.
Slick drips from her core, spilling down Laz’s pelvis and coating the base of his shaft.
Tonight must be one of the nights when she wasn’t allowed to come until she was with him. It’s part of their dynamic the audience loves. Who the hell knows why, but we’re monsters. I suppose we all have a bit of a sadistic side.
Laz pulls away from the kiss, murmuring something close to her ear that’s too quiet for me to hear.
Vivie nods, and her hair bounces and obstructs some of the killer view.
I normally stay out of sight of the audience to keep up the illusion, but my nostrils flare, catching Vivie’s sweet scent.
Fuck.
She’s potent as hell tonight.
My cock throbs, and my body drags me closer.
“Say it, precious,” Laz coos, pulling the tentacle off her clit and wrapping it around his shaft.
“Please,” she begs, writhing in his hold.
In shifted form, Laz takes up quite a bit of space. His tentacles easily can raise him eight to ten feet off the ground, but he drops closer to the stage. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me! Own me! Make me yours!”
Laz doesn’t hesitate to move his crown to her pussy and slam inside.
The noise Vivie releases sends a groan throughout the audience, and I turn, scanning the crowd.
The benches near the stage are covered in monsters all engaged in their own intimate activities. Farther back, there are chairs and small couches, some filled with single viewers and others with couples.
“That’s my good girl,” Laz coos, brushing his hand over her forehead as he pecks a kiss on her lips. He pulls one of his tentacles between them and once again works her swollen nub. “More begging, sweetness. Give me more of that sweet begging.”
“Please? Claim me!” She still lies parallel to the ground, suspended in front of his cock.
“You already know you’re mine.” Laz uses his tentacles to tug her away before pulling her back. He stays stationary, continually moving her rather than thrusting. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
The size difference between Laz in his kraken form and Vivie is staggering, but at least sexually, they are fully compatible.
It’s almost obscene how full she looks.
My teeth grind together as my sphinx urges me to join in. He’s convinced that she’s our mate. He doesn’t believe she would turn us away.
