Page 15 of Monster's Obsession

He’d saved me from the worm creature when it would have been much easier to let me die.

There was a guttural noise in his chest at my words and he deepened our kiss. His tail wrapped around my neck as he ate at me.

It was always like this with him. He pleasured me like he owned me. Like he owned me, but he hated it.

My fingers dug into his thick shoulders as violent, disgusting arousal grew inside me.

I was embarrassed at how horny I was acting in the face of this murdering asshole. But he’d trained my body for years to respond to him. They all knew how to touch me expertly. They all knew how to make me crazy for them.

Before they’d come to my dreams, I never would have thought I wanted it painful…or rough.

Now I was desperate for it.

His breaths were heavy against mine as his tail tightened and my breathing turned into gasps. His finger moved from my clit to stroking leisurely through my folds until tears were running down my face because I was so desperate to cum…

“Poor little poison. Do you want me to let you cum?” He asked the question wickedly…but his tail was too tight around my neck for me to respond with anything but a moan.

“You want to be my good girl, don’t you? You’re desperate for it.”

He abruptly pushed his fingers deep inside me, and I hiccuped a sob as he briefly loosened his grip around my neck to let me gulp some oxygen down before he tightened again.

“You want my cock. You want my cock more than anything. Don’t you?”

I felt like I was going insane. He was edging me over and over. Every time I got close to falling over the edge, he’d stop me.

And there was no escaping it. The world would start to black around the edges as he cut off my oxygen…and he’d release me right before I passed out.

Sweat and tears were dripping down my skin.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, taking his claw-tipped hand and licking my juice off of it. He pretended to savor it…or at least I thought he was pretending.

“Maybe you’re right, poison. Maybe I would miss the way your cunt tastes…”

He swiped his finger through my folds again and this time brought it up to my lips, forcing it into my mouth so I had no choice but to taste the salty, earthy flavor of myself.

“Maybe I would miss the way your cunt chokes my dick,” he whispered. He moved his wide crown to my opening, his reptilian gaze locking with mine…and then he surged into me, eliciting a sharp scream.

He was huge.

For a second I lost all thought. There was only the feeling of him inside me as my pussy worked to accommodate him.

He gripped my hips, his sharp claws digging into me, making small cuts in my skin that had rivulets of blood running down my legs and ass.

It was the ultimate mix of pain and pleasure. There was something freeing about a hate fuck, about the loss of blood and oxygen. My mind was soaring high, my attention fixed on the thick column of flesh currently wedged tight in my body.

“Maybe I would miss how wet you are for me. Or your pretty, desperate little screams.” He bent over and licked between my breasts and then around each nipple in a torturous figure eight.

His tail was tightening around my throat with every word that came out of his mouth, like he was furious he was even saying them.

“Maybe I would miss how well you take me. Better than any other lover, poison. Maybe I would miss how you actually are…my good girl.”

My eyes widened at his words…but then he was lifting my hips and thrusting into me so hard that what little air I was getting—thanks to his tail—disappeared.

I cried and he laughed, all sharp teeth and shadows.

Suddenly, something whispered against my asshole. I was confused, wondering if I was imagining it. His tongue was on my skin, his hands were gripping my hips, his dick was barreling in and out of me…his tail was still wrapped around my neck.

Whatever it was, it softly circled the beyond sensitive rim. A shocked, scared yelp burst from my lips, the sound cut off by the tightening of his tail.

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