Page 32 of Monster Mansion

I felt Nox’s fingers trace the inside of my thighs and could feel his cool breath against my wetness as he said, “He has been watching us this whole time. You intrigue him as well, Logan. Let him look, he is more desperate for you than even me.”

Before I could even attempt to find words about having an audience, Nox ran one single chilly finger down my center, and my hips tried to press into his touch, craving more. I let out a frantic moan that sounded more animal than human. I didn’t care that Thorn was watching. I wouldn’t have cared if everyone I knew was watching. The things Nox was doing to me was making me wild, like I was just now learning howgoodmy body could feel.

“I’m going to taste you now,” Nox explained.

The demanding tone of his narration was almost as remarkable as the feeling of his stiffened tongue flicking the swollen bead of my clit. His tongue moved quickly, faster than I had ever been able to achieve with my fingers. The fact that he wasn’t human was becoming more obvious the more he did to me. My breath caught when he dipped down to my core and lapped up my juices before returning to my clit. He did this over and over again, all the while making noises of approval. I whined against his mouth, trying to communicate how badly I needed to climax or it felt like my heart would explode, but he expertly held me in the limbo of near-painful arousal.

I could feel more of his snakelike tendrils slithering up my neck and prodding around my lips once more, and I opened my jaw to them instinctively. Several of them flooded my open mouth and shoved themselves near the back of my throat. I groaned in appreciation, thankful to have something to distract from the torturous sensation of being so close to the edge and brought back down on a loop. I could feel my own drool pooling in my mouth and spilling out over the side of my lips, and I did my best to stick out my tongue even further, giving Nox’s appendages more room to affectionately gag me.

That was the odd thing. Even as he nearly choked me by jamming his tendrils against the top of my mouth and back of my throat, I still loved it. It still felt like a kindness from him. Against the muffle of my stuffed mouth, I still tried to vibrate the walls of my throat for his pleasure, and a frantic “mmhmm” from between my legs assured me he could feel my attempts.

I turned my gaze up to the glass ceiling once more as I felt a single tear pool out of my eyes—a side effect of having my throat used in such a way—and saw Thorn still observing me. The gangly creature’s hot breath was leaving a fog of condensation on the glass, and Nox’s comment that he was even more desperate for me filled me with an indescribable power. It was like I was the prize, and being enjoyed like this was my reward.

Just as my eyes closed again to enjoy the work Nox was putting in, he pulled his face away from between my legs and said something that made my heart skip a beat.

“I want to know what you feel like from the inside.”

My pulse quickened as I felt his tendrils tilt me in reverse to an upward angle so that my legs now pointed toward him and I could watch him handle me, but I was still bound tightly and pitched backward. The absence of his tongue from my pussy was almost too much to bear, and my legs twitched in protest as I watched Nox consider his next move.

His inhuman cock stood at full attention, and I desperately wished the writhing tendrils that filled my mouth were replaced with it. It looked so delicious and perfect, like it had been conjured up from a fantasy.

Calm and calculated, evenmoreof his dark ribbons appeared from behind his back and began to migrate toward my dripping center, and I suddenly became extremely aware of what came next. One tendril crept inside of me, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and then another, and another. My eyes rolled back in my head as drool continued to pour out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure what kind of disheveled mess I looked like, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except embracing my helplessness as Nox’s writhing appendages continued to penetrate me.

“Logan, you feel… like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Nox moaned. “Better than a fresh kill. Better than the darkest corner of this world.”

I forced my eyes to focus on the creature before me as he began to lose himself in me. I couldn’t speak, but I kept my eyes locked on his and hoped my expression would translate how much I understood his sentiment.

He looked down at his own pulsing member before looking at me with such a mischievous gaze that for the first time, a seed of worry blossomed in my gut. I wasn’t sure what came next, but I was certain I’d have to prepare for it quickly. If this was the part where he would truly lose control, I knew I would have to bite down in protest, but I felt a glimmer of a challenge and knew I wanted to meet him wherever he wanted to take me.

The number of tendrils already writhing inside me pressed against my innermost walls, and it felt as if they were stretching me open to make way for the finale. My bindings began to lower me closer to Nox’s groin as I heard a cool snicker come from the monster before me. I was certain he didn’t think I would make it this far, and that I would have had to tap out for mercy long before we got to this point, but I was here and still wanting more.

All at once, the tendrils stuffed into my mouth retreated in one fluid motion as I gasped for a deep and uninhibited lungful of air. My chin and neck were damp with my own saliva, but I threw a look back at Nox that said I hadn’t hit my breaking point by a long shot.

“I want to hear you beg for me, Logan,” Nox hissed as the tip of his cock gently grazed my entrance. I was already stuffed with his monstrous tendrils, and now he wanted to shove something else inside me. I wanted to take it, but I wasn’t sure I could. My mind blanked, like I was purely a doll to be used, and I fumbled with the words he wanted to hear.

One by one, he removed his smoky appendages from inside me like we were playing some sort of game. I was still on the very edge of the climax he had held me to this whole time, so feeling him begin to empty me out before I had reached my own explosive end was too much to bear.

“Oh, no,” I whimpered. “Put them back, please put them back. I want to feel you… filling me up.”

“Very well,” he said cooly before sliding all his available tendrils between my legs and deep inside me. My toes curled, and all the muscles in my body tensed. He began to pump all his slithering ends in and out of me, and with my mouth free to cry out in pleasure, I took advantage of the freedom.

“Oh, God, fuck yes!” I repeated over and over in various volumes and tones.

Then, to escort me directly to my end, he entered me using his humanoid member with a force I happily took, but it forced the air out of my lungs with an unintentional grunt.

I watched in real time as Nox evolved from a curious, logical creature of exploration to an absolutely manic otherworldly monster made near rabid by the sensation of sex. His eyes went wild and his lips raised at the corners in a feral snarl as he thrust into me with a harsh but steady rhythm.

My insides stretched to accommodate all of him as he continued to hold me to his mercy, and I felt the volcano of my desire begin to erupt inside me. I couldn’t contain myself as the pressure of his appendages found every sensitive area within me.

When I finally combusted, I felt the world shake. The out-of-body experience I was having immediately put me back in my body as I felt every cell of me shake and roll with pleasure. The inhuman sounds pouring from Nox’s mouth let me know he was feeling me come with his monstrous tendrils. He began to pump into me faster and faster, and his hands reached around my waist to provide himself with more leverage. It felt like a miracle he didn’trip me in two with how full I felt.

With one final immense shove into me, I felt the monster reach his climax. The feeling nearly brought me to a second end. The force in which he finished was incomprehensible. Fluid shot into me like a massive injection, and all of his tendrils stiffened inside of me. As soon as it ended, I felt the surrounding bindings loosen, and I was gently dropped to the bed.

All of his tendrils slid out of me carefully, as if he was afraid I might break without his internal support, and he laid down next to me in the sliver of space left over on the twin-sized mattress.

I scooted over to give the creature more space and looked back up through the skylight to see that Thorn had gone. I wasn’t sure when the beastly observer had decided to abandon his viewing of our performance, but I was relieved he wasn’t still gawking over us.

“Thank you,” Nox said quietly as he stared overhead with eyes full of awe and exhaustion. “In all of my achingly long years trapped here and in all the ages I lived prior—never have I felt so connected to someone as I did to you just now.”

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