Apparently, I only need thirty seconds.
Pleasure barrels through me, my cum exploding into his mouth. I can’t help the sounds I make, or the thrashing my body does against the chair restraints. My wrists and ankles ache, but the pain is overpowered by the feeling of my cock releasing endlessly into the monster’s mouth—spilling over his vibrating tongue.
But through it all, it’s the harmonic growl coming from his throat that makes me shudder. It’s low and needy, as if he’s never had anything so delicious.
As if he’s surprised by how good this all is.
He sucks once more, almost making me cry out in pain. I don’t think my dick is ready to go again. I’ve never had a quick refractory period, and I don’t think this amazing sensation is going to change that.
His mouth pops off me, a bit of cum lingering on the corner of his lips. He swipes out his tongue, tasting it, and I hear that harmonic sound again as he brings my release into his throat.
Then the sound abruptly stops, and his eyes move to my limp dick.
I stare at it, too. It’s wet from his mouth, covered in monster saliva.
What a fucking weird day.
“Why aren’t you ready again?” he asks, bringing me out of my trance.
I wet my lips, and my voice is raspy when I respond. “I’m not superhuman.”
He eyes me, his nostrils flaring slightly. “I see. How long do you need?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never come that hard before.”
He sighs. “I can wait then. I have some time.”
He can’t be serious, I think, but apparently he is because he simply sits back on his heels and stares at my dick. And when hesees a bit of remaining cum dribbling from the tip, he swipes it up with a finger and places it in his mouth.
His eyes shut for a moment, and he lets out a sigh.
The silence in the room is awkward, my dick limp against my stomach, him between my knees, watching and waiting.
Should I say something? It’s technically against the rules, but I’ve broken the rules more than once today and no one’s burst in to throw me out, so…
“I like your piercings,” I tell him, and his eyes flash up to meet mine.
“You’re not meant to talk, human.”
I roll my eyes and sigh, trying not to bristle at his harsh rejection of my attempt to make small talk.
I know I shouldn’t take it personally. His rudeness is probably a cultural thing.
Not to mention, this is nothing more than a duty I’m doing in service to humanity. It’s probably better that I shut my mouth and remember what all of this is for.
It’s too bad I’m not good at keeping quiet.
“Your skin is soft,” I say, and he peers up at me.
“Yours is not.”
I blink at him. “Well, yeah. We have hair. Would you rather humans shave?”
“I don’t have preferences regarding humans. What I would like is for your dick to harden so I can suck.”
“Maybe talk nice to it again,” I offer.
It’s meant to be a joke, but he takes me completely seriously, shifting onto his knees and pulling it into his hand. He whispers something to it in his native tongue.
