Hordan shudders, rears back from my breast, and then roars with me as my pussy squirts from sheer joy. I can’t help but catch sight of hismassivecock, and I gaze in shock and awe as he jets of cum shoot up my stomach, over my breasts, and splatter my chin and lips.
Without thinking, I lick his seed from the corner of my mouth, and when thetasteof him hits my tongue…
My pussy grips tight with series of powerful aftershocks, and Hordan stares, breathless, as I run my hand through his mess and take my dripping fingers to my lips. His cum is both salty and sweet, and it has a creamy richness to it that feels wholesome and filling, and I’ve never tasted anything quite like it, but I love it. I slurp my fingers clean and reach for more.
Hordan grabs my wrist and stills me with my hand hovering over my face. His cum drips from every finger to land all over my lips and tongue, and he gazes at me with such a hot look, I wonder if he’s about to spurt some more.
“Za umberree, spraah,” he says, filling me with the energy of pure love, so I know his words mean something wonderful. “Mo bre-shay Doe-dee.”
He leans down to press a lingering kiss to my forehead, and then he sits back to slowly and deliberately use his control over my hand to offer me one finger at a time. Does he want to watch me savor him? Because he’s fucking delicious and I’d love to. I suck each one clean, swallowing down his seed, and marveling at how happy my belly feels to receive it. It’s as if I’ve been craving him for years, and I’m not sure I haven’t.
When I’m done, he swipes my hand through the mess on my chest and gazes deep into my eyes while I swallow more of his essence. There’s an unspoken thing happening between us that not even telepathy could quite express if we tried. The closest thing I can equate the sensation to, isbelonging.
We belong with each other.Toeach other. We are… awe. This morning, neither of us knew of the other’s existence, and now we are an inexplicable embodiment of togetherness.
The full weight of the loneliness I’ve been staving off for years hits me all at once, and Hordan rushes to clutch me to his chest in a comforting embrace. I apologize as I sob into his pelt, and hesimply murmurs soft words and strokes my back until I regain control.
I thank him and lean back to wipe my face, turning away so he doesn’t have to see me with puffy eyes and splotchy skin. I’ve never been a pretty crier.
He rumbles at me in a low growling intentionally turns my face back toward him. He then proceeds to shower my face in kisses before taking me back to the bathing pool and plunging us both in the water for a much needed wash.
Hordan insists on doing everything for me, and after hearing the word, “Surrmahd” countless times, I’m now pretty sure it means that I’m meant to quit fighting and just let him care for me as he’d like. Eventually, I surrender, and I’m rewarded with a grin so dazzling it leaves me a little breathless.
The bathing pool feels near-freezing, and being held close to Hordan’s body heat goes a long way to help keep me cozy, but when my body starts shaking, it’s not just from the cold water, and after all it has experienced today, I can’t seem to stop.
My gorgeous new monster friend studies me with concern and pulls me in close again. He climbs from the pool with me in his arms and then scans the cave.
“Fire?” I suggest, pointing to where the embers have dulled to the dimmest of glows.
He grunts softly and heads toward my bed first to gather some furs around me before he sets me down and blows at the coals until they’re a bright fire red again. He feeds them bit by bit until he’s nourished them into a healthy flame, and then he sits, gathers me into his lap, picks up a nearby spoon, and feeds me with the steaming stew I’d put on to heat earlier. He makes sure to blow on each spoonful to cool it a little before he offers it to me, and all I can do is stare at him and open my mouth for each one, as if I’m a child in much need of care from someone who loves me.
I’m not sure when the shaking stops. I’m too enamored with the huge, new masculine nurturer in my life. I feel so safe and catered to and… sleepy. I yawn and try to fight back each heavy blink, so I don’t have to lose sight of the way Hordan is smiling at me. He’s so pretty, and his energy and matching smile help me to know the feeling is mutual.
Then his smile vanishes so suddenly I snap wide awake.
Torn from beautiful peace, I revert back to my usual state of hyper-vigilance and scan the cave for danger. Finding none, I look to Hordan for my next cue. He clearly sensed something I haven’t, and even now, his head is cocked at attention, as if he’s listening to something.
He gives an irritable growl, returns his focus to me — only to look me over with sad eyes. He speaks a bunch of words I don’t know, and then rumbles in apparent frustration that I don’t understand him.
This strange interruption is such a stark contrast to the beautiful moments we just shared together, and with my emotions on edge, his behavior hits a raw nerve. I push myself away, get up, and glare at him. “Don’t get shitty at me for not speaking monster when you can’t speak human,” I throw at him with a harsh edge I can’t keep from my tone.
Hordan frowns and comes to stand right in front of me. His imposing beastly physique and dominant stature would be intimidating if he didn’t also manage to somehow emit an energy of complete calm and love. It’s the kind of leadership energy that sits me down in an instant to reconsider my reaction.
I clench my jaw, quit glaring, and then break eye contact altogether by turning away.
Hordan gently captures my chin in his fingers and directs my face back toward him. He presses his lips together and looks deep into my eyes before he floods my mind with information through images and pure emotion.
Heisa leader.
He’s basicallytheleader. A “top dog” in monster terms, he commands the whole dang monster army in these parts, and he had a specific mission in the forest today before he ran into me and fell head over heels inlovewith me and forgot the world outside of us even existed — which was irresponsible of him and for which he is judging himself harshly.
His loyalty feels torn, and while he wishes to stay with me indefinitely, he cannot in good conscience abandon his mission when so many innocents — including me — will continue to be at risk if he does not play his very necessary role in completing the final phase of the monsters’ contract with the universe — they very contract that arranged for us to come together and realize our destined connection. Our very real,forever-connection that he would very much like to protect and sustain, if I will allow it.
I gasp and step back at the clarity and resounding truth of his honest and expressive communication. He didn’t try to deny or minimize his passion for me and that alone is enough to astound me, but I’m blown away by literally everything I just learned, because he’s amazing, and he wantsme. What does that mean about me? That I’m lovable? That literally everyone else I’ve ever met has been wrong about me? I’m not an ugly, stubborn, hyper-independent irritation with a know-it-all personality so distasteful everyone was better off when I decided to live alone in the woods?
I stagger backward a little more, and Hordan follows, his face set in a determined expression. I try to block him out, but he fills my mind with his recent observations of me until I’m forced to see myself as he sees me.
His memories are clearly warped and overly romanticized, because his recollection of me chasing a man through the woods with my machete makes me look like some powerful, fire-haired goddess helping him deliver the justice he came to serve.
