Page 90 of Monster Mishap

I hum in agreement and stare at him. His hair is a mess, but it’s a delicious reminder of how my fingers claimed those strands when his face was buried between my legs. Those navy lips kick up and he grips my ass a little tighter.

“You can’t look at me like that when you’re so sore.”

I pout. “Maybe one more time?” My vagina shrivels up at the thought of more sex and I sigh. “Okay, maybe not.” I shake my head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I’m irresistible,” he says with a little shrug.

I wrinkle my nose and make a face. “And oh so humble.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’ve never been so horny either. I didn’t know I had so much cum.”

“And now it’s all mine,” I say and then a thought hits me. “Do you regret the bond?”

Yanking my wet cunt up his body, he asks, “Does it seem like I regret it?” seconds before he drops me on his face. His tusks help hold me up and his tongue lashes my clit, reprimanding me. I grip the golden headboard and grind against him. Orcus knows all the right ways to make me come and he takes advantage of that knowledge, delivering the world’s fastest orgasm.

The ogre makes a good point, I think as I moan.

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Later that day,I find Zyla, Prometheus, and Harald in a small garden. Harald is sorting various things from his cart. As soon as I realize what he’s holding up isn’t a cute blanket, I avert my gaze. At least it doesn’t smell.

“Morning, Harald.”

A grunt is my only response.

Prometheus is flitting about, scorching bugs and gobbling them up with happy noises.

“Well, look who’s blushing.” Zyla smirks and waggles her eyebrows. Her long blonde locks are braided back Viking-warrior style and the thin line of eyeliner—kohl?—highlights the various shades of brown in her irises.

I put my hands on my cheeks and grin. “I think I love having a mate.”

“I’m happy he’s good to you.” Zyla pats the bench and I plop down beside her.

Prometheus growls at a particularly fast bug and zips about. Something is different about the baby. I tip my head to the side and try to figure out what exactly has changed. A blast of fire finally catches the bug and the dragon snatches it out of the air and lands next to a small rose bush, head peeking over the top.

Holy crap on a cracker.

“Prometheus is bigger!”

“I thought it was my imagination, but I swear the little dragon grew four inches overnight.”

The dragon snaps its head in our direction, spots me, squeaks with half of a dead bug’s body still hanging out of its mouth, and launches toward me. I catch Prometheus with anoomphand Zyla’s arm around my back is the only thing that keeps me from falling to the ground.

“Whoa there!” I laugh. “Look at how big you are now! And you’re an expert bug killer,” I commend.

Prometheus chirps and licks my cheek. I almost gag but swallow the urge because one does not gag after a literal baby dragon gives you a kiss on the cheek. I’ll wash the bug guts off later.

“I guess we should find your family, huh?”

Prometheus starts to cough and I pat its back, completely unsure of what to do, but the coughing fit is over before I can really worry. Extending a saliva-soaked claw toward me, Prometheus offers me one of the bugs it had swallowed.

I don’t know if I can hold back a gag.

“Oh, no thank you, Prometheus. I’m so full.” I rub between its eyebrows.

The dragon shoves the bug back into its mouth and swallows it whole.Mama.

“Mama. Your family, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll talk to Orcus about going to the nest.”

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