Page 7 of Love Monster


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Remain safe, I warn myself before driving my tongue deeply to her core.

She cries out, grips my horns and thrusts at me, making my tongue slide in and out of her the way I want my cock to. I give her what she wants, testing her limits and how much she’ll stretch for me. She’s going to need some breaking in if I’m going to fit, and I’m going to make sure both of us enjoy that, so she’ll want it as badly as I do.

Already I’m gaining telepathic flashes from her pleasure-addled mind of me taking her in dozens of different positions. I feel half-insane with need at her suggestions, and tongue-fuck her so vigorously, she cries out, and her gushing sex seizes tight, pulsates, and clenches around my tongue so forcefully, is as if it can’t choose between choking it or pleading it for mercy.

Her wild, undulating wails fill my ears as she floods my mouth with her juices, and I greedily drink down her pleasure. I’ve never tasted anything so perfect, and her essence surges through my system, sparking a kind of unfathomable passion I can’t contain. I rear back, tear open my trousers, aim my cock at her dripping fuck-hole, and unleash my hefty load with a roar.

Ropes of thick, mind-blowing ecstasy spurt from my cock in an expression of absolute gratitude for this female. Lightheaded from the power of the release, I grip the mossy ground with onehand and grab one of her succulent ass cheeks with the other, anchoring myself to keep from being thrown off-balance by the violent, surging relief.

Doe-dee responds with another spine-tingling wail of delight, and we are so wrapped in each other’s energy, I can’t tell if it’s my pleasure rippling through her or hers through mine. Our spirits feel so closely woven together, we’re sharing a tantric sexual and psychic connection.

The orgasm lasts and lasts, until my drained sac throbs with the epic satisfaction of emptiness. When I can finally focus my eyes, I look down to see my cum has coated her from navel to quivering anus, and her still-twitching little human cunt is sucking my seed inside her with every gasping little spasm.

I’ve never seen or experienced anything so deeply and darkly exciting, and my body trembles with sensual delight. I glance between her constantly squeezing sex and her twisted, blissful face, and I’m so honored to have brought her such pleasure.

Can I make it last even longer for her?

I drag my big fingers through the monstrous mess I made and push more cum between her delicate human folds. She shivers and tilts her hips toward my touch, as if begging for more. She’s well lubricated for penetration, so I push in with two cum-soaked fingers and watch a gorgeous smile tug at the corners of her pursed, moaning lips. Her pussy suckles at my fingers, and I love the thought of her body being hungry for my cum.

I slip from her depths to gather and push more of my ejaculate inside her, and then I fuck her tight, slippery hole with my slurping fingers, loving the filthy sound of it. It gives me tingles from head to toe, and from the way Doe-dee’s gasping whines are escalating, I can only assume she’s enjoying this as much as I am. Her mind went silent long ago — but not from intentional guarding. Fromsurrender.

She’s given herself wholly over to her pleasure. Tome. She feels safe enough to do so, and that is the most soul-satisfying thing I have ever felt.

This woman is most definitely the pet who is meant for me, and whether or not she fully understands it yet, she is mine. Our spirits have already begun bonding mentally and physically, and from this moment onward, we will only grow closer. The more I pour into her — both literally and figuratively — the stronger or love will become. The sensual sharing of fluids intensifies any relationship, and I plan to share every drop of cum I make with Doe-dee. She’ll love it and take it in every hole.

I groan at the thought of gripping her wild mane, holding my cock to her ready mouth, and watching her gulp down my cum like a ravenous, needy little beast. Legend has it that humans adore the taste of our seed, and that ingesting monster semen can have a delightful effect on a human female’s body. Given the right additional vitamins, her body will respond to the ejaculate by initiating milk production — another confirmation that the union of our species is a match made in heaven, because monsterslovemilk.

How will she taste? I gaze upon her round breasts and imagine how they’ll soon be swollen with sweet, creamy goodness. How I’ll love watching her nipples bead and drip as much as I’ll love holding my tongue out to collect those milky dewdrops. I’ll suckle gently to coax her flow into a steady stream and then I’ll increase my suction until she sprays milk into my mouth so forcefully I’ll probably make a pig of myself trying to devour every last drop.

Doe-dee gasps, and our eyes lock upon each other’s gaze. She’s seen my little daydream in her mind’s eye, and far from hating the notion, her body responds with another wave of pleasure spasms. Her sex grips at my slippery fingers, and I rumble softly with immense approval.

Her cheeks flush, and she tries to close her legs with my hand still between them. I rumble more deeply, slip my slick fingers from her cunt, and spread her once more. My seed dribbles from her entrance, and I smear it over her puckered little asshole in slow circles as I grin at her.

“There is no shame in your interest, Pet,” I assure her. “Ilike the idea of your feeding me milk from your breasts.Youlike the idea of it. And I’m deeply aroused by your liking the idea of it.” I proudly adjust the position of my own legs, so she can see just how hard my cock has become from this discussion.

“Why would you want to hide your enjoyment from me?” I coo, still massaging her cum-soaked asshole. “I want toseehow much you’ll love it. I want to feelit with every fiber of my being so I’ll know you’re experiencing the same state of bliss that I’ll most certainly be in. There is no point in denying our fantasies and delights when we know each other’s minds. Embracing our joy will only heighten the pleasure for us both.”

6

DODIE

Did I die and go to heaven?

This morning, I distinctly remember being in competition over a dwindling supply of berries and then having to fight for my life, and now… I’m lying helpless and limp in the arms of a gorgeous, mind-reading angel, after coming so long and hard my pussy should be suffering fatigue — but instead, it’s somehow found the stamina to rush toward another round of vagina-quaking pleasure, because this same monster is crooning at me in deeply hypnotic tones while he delivers unending attention to every source of pleasure I have between my legs. I’m soaked in our combined juices, he’s got my anusthrummingfrom his touch, and I feel so needy for his fat, slippery finger to push inside my ass, I may scream if I have to come without him doing so.

He chuckles softly and delivers instant pressure to my tightest hole.

I moan in absolute readiness and yield fully to the intrusion. My tightest hole flares around his thick finger, and he grins as he slowly forges inside my back passage until I’m stretched and panting from the fullness.

He whispers sweet monster nothings to me, and despite not knowing his language, I swear he’s showering me with praise. It’s foreign to my ears, and difficult for my mind to grasp, but my body greets his approval with a level of passion I’m unprepared for. It responds with such an eagerness to please him, it’s like he’s pouring fuel on a fire with every sound of encouragement he makes.

The yearning in my core escalates, and — bless his telepathic soul — he thrusts two fingers back inside my pussy and begins to slide his slick finger in and out of my ass.

I press the back of my head into the moss and gasp for breath between unintelligible whimpers as his fingers fuck me in both holes. I’m unable to keep still as an intense, overwhelming energy courses through my body. It feels like pure love and pleasure combined, and I have no choice or desire to fight it. I surrender fully to the power of the sensation, and simply allow my body to respond as it must.

I buck at him with urgency, and he thrusts at me with more intention. Harder and faster, but perfectly measured, to keep me riding toward a peak. He reads me perfectly, giving me exactly what I need. I arch my back, thrusting my chest high, and I’m instantly thrown into beautiful, climactic chaos when his hot mouth latches onto my breast and tugs at my nipple in firm, clamping bursts of suction.

Pleasure explodes from my depths, and I thrust my hands into his long black hair, grabbing it by the fistful and clutching him to me, lest I lose myself in the wilderness of such wanton impulse.