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“Oh God…” I whine with joy and let go of him just to lick myself elbow to palm. “You’re so delicious.”
My beautiful boy is panting, spent, but his eyes belong to a predator that’s spotted its perfect victim. “You deserve this. My body. Me.”
I give him a lazy smile. I’m so pumped out I can’t even overthink his words. I settle on top, feeling that maybe he’s not wrong and Idodeserve him. At least down here, in my dark little kingdom.
“Stay with me?”
He nods, rolling closer when I stretch out my arm, offering it to him as a pillow.
I’m so … happy. Can a monster even be this joyful? Or was he correct when he said I’m not a monster at all?
My eyelids feel heavy, and I’m drunk on Angel’s sweat and cum, but when he speaks, I’m right back to awareness. “I’m sorry I refused to go to the rally. I worried I might… not fit in there. But I want to go. Will you take me?”
I fight back the tears that want to form and nod. Everyone will see the man who choseme. “Yes. It will be so much fun, I promise you.” Parties have never been my thing, but Angel is a social butterfly. I can’t lock him in my cave, and I can’t just keep him in Vulture Hollow either. I want to see him happy, and dancing, and maybe even win a thing or two for him at the funfair.
Chapter 24
Angel
Ifamonthagosomeone had told me I’d be living in a community built around a biker club, and have a partner who’d trip over his own feet to make me happy, I’d have laughed in their face.
I’m also spending a lot of time pretending I’m passed out. It’s so Creep feels more comfortable exploring my body. The downside is that I can’t give him immediate feedback, though I have to admit he’s a very keen student of my form and pleasure despite all that. My man is insatiable and consumes my body in shameless ways that somehow never make me feel used or disrespected. Maybe because it’s so obvious he worships the ground I walk on? We might pretend I’m just a sleeping body,but Creep is attentive, and gentle, and focused on always making me come as he cherishes me with his lips, hands, with his entire body.
If I were the Goddess, I would grant him all his wishes
He deserves all the attention. All the praise. All the pleasure he might want, and I’m determined to give it to him. When I think of the abuse he suffered from such a young age I want to cuddle him, but that’s still something he’s only comfortable accepting under the bed. So I’ve stayed with him there for now. Progress not perfection.
Just last night, he took me on a hike to a secluded hot spring, and when he disappeared from my sight, it felt deliciously naughty to undress knowing he’d watch me, getting all hot and bothered. It’s hard to describe the desperate need this ignited deep inside my body, but I fueled it further by pouring the hot water over my skin. When I couldn’t stand the wait anymore and acted all faint, he didn’t even have a few minutes of patience in him and crawled into the water right after I shut my eyes.
I love it when he gets all horny and ruts against me, rubbing his scent into my skin until neither of us can wait anymore. That night in the hot springs, he draped me on the sloped rocks and fucked me while standing in the water. My nipples were almost painfully stiff at the contact with the cool air, and each furious thrust sent warm droplets flying at me. The angle was perfect, and with my head hanging off the rock, the rush of orgasm was unusually powerful. I couldn’t keep my moans in despite my best intentions, but they only fueled Creep’s excitement, and he came inside me with a low, animalistic grunt.
We spent the rest of that evening holding hands in the pool, as if he didn’t rearrange my guts with the ferocity of a rabid animal. It was perfect.
Tonight, we’re going to the biker rally, but our relationship is taking more baby steps. Creep is bringing some of his thingsto my cabin. A few of his boxes are already here, but we’re sat on the steps of the porch with the plastic terrarium he broughtFriendin. It’s very sweet of him that he’s not pushing for the spider to live with us yet, aware of how the tarantula freaks me out.
“Would you like to hold him?” Creep asks, toying with his necklace. I think the fiddling helps him not bite his nails.
I freeze, my lips open in what surely is a derpy expression, but when tension passes over his features, I nod, because this is important to him, and it’s not like the spider will bite me. Creep assured me that won’t happen.
“Just… um… tell me what to do.”
Creep lights up as if I’ve said the magic words, and the forest whispers to me that I’m doing the right thing, that this spider is simply another type of animal. It’s not about to lay eggs in my ear, just walking around in the box, and Creep will help me in case things get out of hand.
“I fed him today, so he’s a bit sluggish anyway,” he says, excited like a kid at Christmas, and picks up the spider.
That thing ishuge, as big as a large mouse, and covered in hair that makes my own bristle, but when Creep guides Friend into my palms, I’m stunned by how light the critter is. I half expected it to crawl up my arm, or leap at my face, his huge mandibles lifted, but it’s just sitting there, like a sleeping rodent.
I chuckle in disbelief. “I mean… clearly he’s a prince and refuses to use his legs.”
Creep leans in to nuzzle my ear. “Like one lazy boy I know.”
I’m so excited about this touch my heart skips a beat. He might be conditioning me to liking the spider by making me feel so much glee as I hold it.
“Go on,” I tease him, cocking my head to invite him closer. Fuck, he’s such a fast learner. It’s been two weeks since we met,but it’s as if he’s learned the pleasure map of my body by heart, and reacts to even the smallest movements I make.
Air from his nose tickles me when he chuckles. “In front of Friend?” he feigns disbelief.
He’s even joking about sex now. Who would have thought?
