Page 3 of Monster's Obsession

“You want me to fuck your perfect mouth? Shove it down your throat until you gag?”

“Yes,” I whispered desperately, really wanting that.

It was freeing, these dreams of mine. I didn’t have to worry about what society wanted. I could just feel. I could just be. I could have whatever dirty thing I wanted and feel no shame. And what I wanted right then was his massive cock fucking my mouth.

“Take it,” he murmured.

His movements were slow as he slid his ass forward, his enormous cock jutting forward like an offering. I stared at his cock worshipfully, feeling a bit like one of the strung-out junkies that resided in the psych ward with me. Maybe this was my brain taking my observations of them and putting them into my dreams. I was always trying to do that…make connections…but they never seemed to make that much sense.

His red cock was long and thick, with ridged veins running the length of it. I knew from experience how smooth it felt against my skin. The tip was leaking moisture. I licked my lips and leaned forward, my mouth watering.

This craving I had for him, every night no matter what horror I’d experienced that day, it never ebbed. If anything, it grew. I curled my fingers around him, unable to make it even close to all the way around. And then I touched the tip of my tongue to one of his heads, moaning softly as the salty musk of him rolled over my taste buds. I squeezed lightly and another burst of liquid fell on my tongue.

I wanted more of it.

I wanted all of it.

I sucked on the tip, like it truly was candy I wanted to savor. Soft pressure indicated that his tail had joined the picture. It trailed down my spine as his length pushed into my mouth, the other head softly hitting my cheek. I tightened my grip, knowing exactly how he liked it. I squeezed and explored even though I’d done this a thousand times before.

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing his head back as he bit his lip with his sharp incisors.

The sound reverberated through me, and combined with the fact that his tail was now softly rubbing between my folds…I was on the precipice of cumming once again.

He wrapped his hand in my hair, the sharp tips of his claws pressing into my skull as he gently guided my head up and down until I was feasting on him, taking him as deep as his other head let me before I switched to going back and forth.

His thighs were trembling beneath my hands and suddenly, he was ripping my head off his dick with a roar that echoed around the room.

“I love your mouth, but I want your cunt, Pet.” Before I could blink, he was gripping me by the waist and spinning me around so he was pressing his glistening heads against my center, my thighs shiny with my own cum as I faced away from him.

He pushed slowly into me, and it was such a tight fit. So tight…it felt impossible every time. But like every other time…he somehow made it in. Inch by inch, he slid inside, the two heads massaging different parts of my walls as he filled me.

“Such a tight pussy,” he groaned as he thrust his face into my neck and bit down almost savagely into my skin.

“It hurts,” I gasped…but like usual, he didn’t offer to stop. His tail slipped between my legs and gently massaged my clit while he pushed inch by inch into me until he was fully seated.

I. Couldn’t. Breathe. That was all I could think for a second as I tried to relax. There was a buzzing sound in my ears, enormous pressure in my core. My lashes fluttered against my cheeks, and I was faintly aware of the other three enormous monsters hovering a few feet away from me, but I was too out of it to be able to focus on their features.

His tail continued to press against my clit, slowly, until my inner walls began to relax.

“Such a sweet girl, taking all of me,” he whispered roughly against my skin, his tongue licking at the sweat dotting me.

I whimpered, and his answering dark chuckle sent a slow, rolling orgasm through my insides that had me clenching him even tighter.

“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he said as his clawed hands slowly lifted me until just his two heads were stretching my hole…before he slammed me down again.

I screamed, locking gazes with the three beings in front of me, their cocks out, their tails and claws fucking themselves.

My king licked at my pulse and then he sucked on the pressure point as he bounced me up and down. Every move stretched and stimulated. There was no rhythm to his movements, and that made it even more intense. Sometimes he’d withdraw slowly to the tip and pause. Other times his strokes would be rapid, my orgasm building quickly before he’d cut it off.

He was so deep inside of me, I could imagine his heads pushing into my cervix, his monster seed flooding my insides.

“Give me your fucking perfect mouth,” he growled, a claw-tipped hand yanking my gaze away from his three…friends and bringing my attention back to him. His tongue pushed into my mouth, his tongue fucking me with the same erratic rhythm as his dick.

“You’re soaking my big cock, Blake. I can feel your juices coating my balls.”

Wow. His mouth.

“I want this forever,” he whispered against my mouth, and my eyes flew open as I met his gaze.

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