Page 31 of Monster Mansion

He can read my mind, I noted as I realized I hadn’t actually asked some of those questions out loud. The concept excited me and made me nervous at the same time. How much of my thoughts had he heard?

“Do youwantto hurt me?” I asked, further teasing the creature before me. Nox had started to crawl over the bed and over me, his body hovering above mine as his tendrils shook and writhed in the air behind him.

“No,” he answered coolly before placing his face just centimeters away from my neck. He inhaled deeply, and his tendrils vibrated in unison. “But I might. I could ruin you, pull you apart, tear your insides out without blinking. The sensation of you might be too much for me to hold back from.”

His honesty struck me right in the heart, oddly making me want him more. Going any further than we already had would be a risk I’d have to choose to take, and I wanted him so badly that my judgment was already clouded. Like a moth to a flame, I tilted my head toward his and made the first move in our erotic stalemate by kissing him firmly on the lips. My tongue entered his mouth and tangled with his as I brought my hand up to cup the back of his head. His skin was vaguely chilly, like he had just come in from the cold of winter, and he shuddered slightly under my touch.

He leaned into me hard and passionately kissed me back, but held a level of stiff restraint to not fully unleash himself for my safety. Both his hands were firmly planted on either side of my head as he leaned over me, and I could sense the desire pouring off of him. He was the shark, and I was the sea lion, flirting with death as I played in the ocean without a care. I tried to shove my hands under his shirt and was surprised to not find a shirt. I knew he had been fully clothed when he got onto the bed with me.

“My clothes aren’trealclothes, Logan,” Nox snickered with his mouth still against mine.

“What?” I muffled against his in confusion.

He pulled away from me and rose to his knees, and I had to reel in my impulsivity to not immediately pull him back down to me. The sight of Nox shirtless felt like a dream. I’d never seen a man so perfectly made in my entire life.

Well, he’s not really a man, so you still haven’t, I thought to myself as I visually feasted on him. His chest was perfectly lean and muscular, and his skin was chill to the touch. Black runic tattoos ran across his chest in a language I didn’t recognize.

“The clothes are an illusion for decency’s sake,” Nox explained as he casually flexed his muscles.

Show off.

My eyes drifted downward to see he was still wearing, or sporting the illusion of, his black dress pants.

“Once those are gone, it’s game over,” he said, noticing the twinkle of disappointment across my face. “I don’t know if either of us are really ready for that, yet.”

I knew the risk involved, I just didn’t care.

I pulled Nox back down to me and clawed my nails down his back as his tendrils tensed and wriggled in reaction to my touch.

“Try me,” I said as my mouth curled into a troublesome smirk. Despite his warnings, the sight of him and the sensation of his cool skin against mine hypnotized me. If he was having second thoughts or forcing himself to hold back, I decided it would be up to me to tempt him in the direction I wanted him to go.

As his hands were still planted on either side of me, I reached down to grab the bottom of my own shirt and tried to stealthily pull it up over my head. Once the fabric cleared my breasts, I heard a feral hiss from Nox that seemed to come from the very bottom of his chest. In any other circumstance, the noise may have frightened me, but as he hovered over me with his red eyes dead focused on my chest, I took pride in forcing him to elicit such a sound.

“Careful, human,” Nox said as his mouth dipped toward my naked top half. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

His warnings were nothing but a challenge to me. Something about his attraction to me made me feel powerful, like I could tame the monster before me. Maybe I should have been more scared, maybe I was nothing but a foolish girl whose legs were weak with want. I was no better than the morons who blew off their own fingers every Independence Day while playing with fireworks.

“Show me,” I purred into his ear.

It was like I flipped a switch in Nox as he began to loosen his tension. I could feel his teeth dragging over my pointed nipples—his breath was colder than his skin. The juxtaposition of his chilled temperature against the fire in my body sent shivers all over me, and goosebumps erupted down my arms and legs. All of his tendrils raked over me, exploring at their leisure. They forced my lips open and shoved into my mouth just far enough to make me gag, and Nox moaned in response.

“Fuck,” he whined as a couple of his tendrils explored the back of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out so they could explore further into my throat, and I could hear Nox let out hisses of pleasure.

I could feel more of his touches over every inch of me, and as my mouth was preoccupied, I felt his icy hands remove my bottoms, leaving me entirely exposed to the creature and his wants. I fought against the tendrils that were shoved into my mouth to look down at where he’d positioned himself between my spread legs and saw that his pants were now missing as well, and between his legs was a vision of manhood that matched the rest of his appearance, sitting right outside of my entrance. Even if he was a monster, his anatomy was human enough for me to moan in anticipation of feeling him inside me.

“If I go too far, you have to tell me. Give me a signal. Anything,” Nox insisted as he looked down at my nude figure. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what feels good or what hurts.”

His appendages snaked backward out of my mouth, and I gagged as my throat was emptied. I took two heavy breaths and nodded that I understood. The tendrils didn’t return to their place in my mouth, but gently wrapped around my neck and pulled me up until I was on my knees just as he was. With two of his ribbons around my neck, I was completely at his mercy as he held me in place. The rest of the smoky, black tendrils coiled about me like snakes preparing to strangle their next meal. No longer did they touch me softly like the brush of a feather. They wrapped me up and pulled my legs apart while holding my arms down at my sides. Every time I thought all of Nox’s smoky appendages were applied somewhere on my body, more appeared. One after another, they bound me, removing my freedom to move as he watched me like a predator.

I allowed my head to loll back in pleasure as Nox ran his tongue over my throat, and I gasped excitedly. I had never experienced something like this before. The pure submission was comforting and erotic, knowing he could push me as far as I could go and then some. I felt my body begin to tremble in need of him as every bit of me was set on edge. With his tendrils holding me in place and spreading me apart, he began to use his hands now to touch me all over. He pinched both my nipples gently and twisted them to apply just a sting of pain that sent waves of pleasure over me. I could feel my face contorting with the sensation of his teasing fingers, and the sound of his breath as he inspected and explored me created a mental space for me that was entirely calm and quiet and at his disposal.

Somehow, through the bindings, tantalizing touches, and understanding of risk, my mind had gone blank of anything outside of the euphoria of the moment. It felt like I was hovering overhead and watching me from outside my own body. I needed more of everything, more pressure, harder touches… The space between my legs that Nox kept exposed and accessible ached for him. I did my best to beg for him, to inch toward him as best I could, but he was like a cat toying with a field mouse.

He tugged my nipples again, harder this time, forcing a louder moan from me than I had made before.

“Oh, she likes it…” I heard him whisper. I wasn’t sure if he was speaking to me, himself, or just thinking out loud, but his verbal confirmation of my arousal just added another layer to how viciously turned on I had become.

His tendrils lifted me off my knees and tilted me back so my legs dangled toward him and my bound upper-half tilted down toward the bed. The angle prevented me from watching him, so I looked up through the windowed ceiling and saw Thorn watching me. Watching us. A string of saliva dripped out of his mouth and was pooling on the window, and I could see the beast’s heaving breaths.

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