Page 51 of Monster's Obsession

“Fuck me, yes, fuck me harder,” I cried out, bent over the table, taken ravenously from behind, a cock in my pussy, two fingers in my ass. “That's it, Ash, oh my god! I’m so close.”

“Milk me, clench your sweet pussy around me. I could live with my dick buried inside you.” He roared like a lion, pounding into me.

His cock hardened, and the ache of my orgasm fiercely claiming me hit hard. I screamed, my body rocking back and forth from the sheer force of Ash’s thrusts. I thrashed beneath him as he brought himself to the ultimate climax, suddenly bursting within me, filling my pussy with his seed. His fingers in my ass never paused, working me as I kept squeezing him.

Primal arousal tightened my skin, and I panted for breath when he withdrew his fingers, and I could breathe easier.

When he finally drew that heavy cock out of me, he ran his finger up my leg, collecting his cum, and pushing it back inside me, his two fingers thrusting, tugging at my nerves.

Purring, I wriggled my ass at him, absolutely lost to my lust. “It’s almost like you’re trying to get me pregnant.” I half laughed, half moaned.

He growled, pumping his fingers into me faster, my body tingling, my nipples hardening. “I’m ready to fuck you when you’re on all fours with a heavy pregnant tummy, breasts engorged, your greedy pussy desperate for me.”

“You are?” I gasped from a combination of his words and him drawing out his slick fingers when I wasn’t ready to finish. My insides twisted with a sense of excitement that he’d thought about having a baby with me, but yet terrified that I even contemplated the possibility. I mean…they were monsters!

He grinned, nodding as he returned his fingers to my throbbing channel, and I completely forgot what we were talking about.

Scorching heat swept over me. I might have asked more questions but when he pushed three fingers into me, I cried out. Another deep purr scratched over my throat because I couldn’t get enough.

“Want me to stop, gorgeous?” he teased, kissing my ass cheeks.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Good, I want to see if you can take four fingers. Your pussy is so wet, so ready.”

“No, that’s too much.”

He chuckled and bit into my ass, the pinch sharp. “My gorgeous girl, I’ve already got you so stretched, I might be able to get my hand in there.”

I shivered, and when I shot him a glare, a growl ripped from me. “Now, you’re being crazy.”

“Am I?” He pumped into me faster, widening me, and I had no idea I could be so turned on, the burning hot walls clenching around his unrelenting fingers.

“Ash,” I cried out, shifting to get him away from my pussy, but he just followed, refusing to let me go. Instead, he grasped my hip, fingers holding my love handles as he fingered me into Nirvana until I screamed down the castle from my fourth orgasm that morning.

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By the time we’d finally collapsed into exhaustion and then showered, I thought of Steele again. I’d asked Ash to fuck my brains out to help me stop feeling like crap. No one had seen him since yesterday, and I knew he needed time, but it was killing me waiting to talk to him.

So after our little romp, Ash took me out to the local town square markets to try and distract me more. We walked along, and I searched the monsters we passed, wondering if we’d been able to provide the citizens of Wyld even a mere trickle of food, as it would be better than nothing at all.

The mystery of why the food had dwindled still remained unknown, though I knew Creed worked tirelessly to find a solution.

Ash came up to stand behind me, his hands on my waist, and I lifted my gaze to the stall of jewelry in front of us. Everything appeared to be made of hard, dried mud. Sure, it had been shaped into tear drops and crescent moons or a variety of other items, but it was still pottery at the end of the day.

“Is there anything you’d like from here?” he whispered.

The female with a frilled neck which kept inflating and deflating with each breath kept pointing at her bracelets, saying something to me I didn’t understand.

“Maybe one of her bracelets,” I suggested, picking up one that had tiny red stones in the mud circles, and was the prettiest of the lot.

Once he paid the woman who clasped the bracelet around my wrist, we kept moving to other stalls, each offering crafts, and one person barbecuing more of those slimy snails I’d seen in the cafe kitchen a few days ago. It smelled just as awful as it did then.

“The woman at the stand said the stones are garnets,” Ash explained. “Which are said to protect the wearer from negativity and evil thoughts. She thinks it was made for you.”

“Really?” I studied the piece, running the pad of my finger over a stone, noticing how it glinted a deep blood-red when the sunlight found its surface. “Well, that’s pretty much what I need,” I said sarcastically.

We kept walking, me taking in the sights. Some of the monsters we passed glared at us, but Ash had brought two spider guards with us. They kept their distance but watched in case someone decided I was fair game for starving them.

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