I squeeze my balls a little harder than necessary to stop me from coming. I don’t want to come just yet. I want this rapture to continue and for him to touch me at last.
“I want you to fuck me…” I say out loud. “Fuck, Griffin. I hate you.”
He finally kisses me then, deep and fast. I moan.
“Okay, Helios. I’ll give you what you want,” he says. “But let me warn you that if you start running now, I’ll hunt you down and devour you anyway. This is on you.”
He sounds angry, and his words should scare me. But they have the opposite effect. I arch my back and spread my legs wider. He stands in front of me and works on his belt. I stopped stroking myself because the sight of his surrender might just make me come already.
It’s dark, even with the light from the TV, so I keep my eyes wide open as he opens his pants. He releases his massive cock. It looks human in shape, but longer than most and with black ridges and bumps. Nothing to shock me. For a split second, I wonder what the fuss is about. It is an incredible asset, definitely, but nothing to be ashamed of. But then he drops his pants down, and a second cock appears, just under the first one. It’s smaller, closer to my own size, but has the same ridges and shape.
My eyes widen even more, and I gasp. Griffin has two cocks.
He grabs my chin and holds my gaze. His black nails dig into my skin. “Regretting your decision?” he asks. He sounds pissed and scared.
I’m dumb, so all I find to say is, “Fuck, that’s hot…”
And I’m not lying. Two cocks sound like double the fun. I regret not being a woman right now. I wish I could do double penetration.
“Helios…”
“Take off your clothes and fuck me now, Griffin,” I say. “Or I might combust.”
His hand reaches for my throat possessively, and we’re kissing again. I claw at his shirt to make sure that he takes it off. I want to see all of him at once. I’ve been getting glimpses for too long. I’m starving for him. I wish there was more light in the room.
I want to find the people who made him self-conscious about his body and hurt them. Who made him think something was terribly wrong with him just because his genitals were a little different? Just because he wasn’t entirely human.
As we kiss, his hands get a hold of my waist, and he hoists me higher. His strength is such a turn-on for me. All this time, he could have forced himself on me, just like Oliver did countless times. I could have done nothing to resist him. But he never did. All this strength that he contained. I want to feel it all now.
Griffin aligns his body with mine, and I gasp as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I look down and realize that it’s the smaller one. Disappointment and relief mix. There is no way I could have taken the bigger one just yet. And even better, that massive cock is now alongside mine, rubbing it.
Oh, fuck. This is amazing.
“We should have done this sooner,” I breathe out.
But he starts pushing in with controlled hip thrusts, and I lose my train of thought. His smaller cock is a pretty decent size and it’s stretching me out. I scream in pleasure combined with short-lived discomfort. Griffin bites my neck, as if to stop me from escaping, and my eyes roll in their orbits. I wonder if his monster DNA comes with animalistic behaviors.
I’m already on the edge, and his bite is all it takes to make me come. My semen drips onto my belly and chest. On the borders of my consciousness, I feel Griffin swipe a hand in my come and slather both our cocks with it as he keeps on pumping inside of me. He’s picking up speed and going deeper. If this is with his bottom dick, I can’t imagine how the bigger one would feel. I’m terrified and yet eager to know.
I remember briefly how I thought that strawberries were better than sex when I first tasted them. I was wrong.
Once the wave of my orgasm has receded, I open my eyes. Griffin’s forehead is over mine, and he’s watching me as he fucks me to the moon. His eyes are two pools of light, so different in the dark than during the day. His horns curve above his head. He’s changing. Turning into somethingmore. I get a hold of one of his horns and kiss him. The scales on his shoulders are softer than I expected under my hands. They’re like smooth metal.
Griffin speeds up, chasing his own orgasm. He tries to pull out, but I shout and hold on to him.
“Come inside me,” I whisper in his ear.
I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself. I want it so badly. The idea of him filling me up is enough to make me lose my mind. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
Griffin growls and buries himself deep. His massive cock spits semen all over my chest and neck. Heat spreads inside me and on my skin. All of it combined with the fiction on my own dick sends me over the edge once again. I hold on to him for dear life as we both come.
He holds me as my heartbeat slows and our bodies cool down.
Sex has always been good for me, but this is something else. This is tingling something inside of me. Some deep and secret desire to be ravaged by someone like him.
“Let me get a towel to clean you up,” says Griffin, rising.
I grab his hand. He’s already looking for his clothes to hide his body.
