Page 25 of A Monster’s Future

She had filled out over the last few years living at the stronghold. Her breasts were full but firm, and her hips rounded. Her hair was thicker too, now that she had enough protein and the right micronutrients in her diet.

My cock hardened at the sight of her. Without thinking, my fingers wrapped around my shaft before I could stop myself. The weight of it in my hand was familiar, but the heat of my own touch was nothing compared to the thought of hers. I closed my eyes, letting the image of her burn behind my lids. In my mind, she wasn’t just standing in another room; she was here, straddling me, moving, her thighs bracketing my hips as she sank down onto me.

I imagined the way her breath would catch when I filled her, the way her nails would dig into my shoulders. The scent of her arousal would be thick in the air, musky and sweet, and I would taste it on her skin.

By the stars, I could smell it even now.

My hand moved faster, my grip tightening as I pictured her above me, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. I could almost hear the wet sounds of our bodies meeting, the way her breath would quicken when I hit the right spot. My balls drew up tight, tension building at the base of my spine. I bit back a groan, my hips jerking as I spilled over my fingers, my cum splashing against my stomach.

It was the realization that the water had shut off and there was nothing but the sound of soft, feminine breathing that cut through the haze of my release. The scent of her lust was so thick in the air that it could not possibly have been in my imagination. My eyes snapped open.

Julie stood in the doorway, a small towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed. Droplets ran down her smooth skin. Her gaze was locked onto me, her lips parted just enough to let out a shaky breath. Her hand was at her crotch, dipping into her folds. She snatched her hand away the moment she realized I was watching.

The air between us was heavy with the weight of what had just happened. Julie had been watching as I pleasured myself. Not only had she not looked away, but her fingers had also played in her cream, filling the air with her unmistakable desire for me. There was no denying her lust, and she didn’t try.

Instead, she licked her lips sensuously. In a voice that would’ve dropped me to my knees all over again if I hadn’t already been leaning back, she said, “You can use the shower now. It’s my turn to watch you and touch myself.”

Touch herself? I growled.

“You never need to touch yourself while I’m here. It is my job, my right, to take care of you in every way I can.” I was never so sure of my words.

I reached for her but she danced away, and I grabbed her towel instead, ripping it off her. She continued skipping away, completely nude, her breasts and ass on display without a care in the world. If she knew how fucking close I was to losing all control and tossing her on the bed and fucking her until her voice was hoarse from screaming, she wouldn’t be teasing me like this.

“Sure, take my towel. I’ll take yours.” Humor tinged her sultry voice. She grabbed the other towel, my towel, and started drying her hair with it, her back turned.

I pushed off the bed, careful not to soil the sheets, and walked stiffly into the facilities, my jaws still clenched.

Chapter 13: Julie

I took one last breath of steamy air and stepped out of the bathroom, happy to be all clean again. The towel clung to my skin, damp and too thin, as I stood there staring at my big, red demon alien. Grtirr was sprawled on the bed, his golden eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths. His cock was still half-hard, glistening in the dim light, and his fingers were curled around it.

My pulse was pounding in my ears, and I had to bite my lip just to stop myself from making a sound. Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice told me to run, but I stood rooted in place. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t even look away.

All I could do was stand there and watch Grtirr fist his massive monster cock. It stood thick and proud, jutting out in front of him like a weapon built for pleasure. The head was wide and flared, perfect for stretching me open, but it was the ridges that made my mouth water. They twisted up the shaft in a thick spiral, like someone had crossed an ice cream cone with a unicorn horn and then turned it into a cock.

And god help me, I wanted to lick it. Or ride it. Maybe both.

The muscles in his arms and thighs were tense. His tail flicked against the sheets, restless, and the sight of it made my belly tighten. I had never seen anything so obscene. Or so freaking hot.

His body was built for raw power, his skin marked with the faint scars of battles he’d fought and survived. The way his hand had moved over himself—slow at first, then faster, rougher—was burned into my memory. His muscles flexed, and his jaw clenched when he came. His lips parted just enough to let out a low, guttural sound that sent a jolt straight between my legs.

I watched, transfixed, as thick ropes of his seed spurted out onto his washboard abs.

Slowly, his eyes opened and met mine. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening on the edge of the towel. Realizing I had my fingers at the entrance of my pussy, I snatched my hand away. He hadn’t even noticed me at first. He’d been too lost in his own head, in the fantasy of me. And now that he was looking at me, really looking at me, I had no idea what to do.

“You can use the shower now. It’s my turn to watch you and touch myself.” I almost choked on my own words. Where had those come from?

He let out a feral growl, and his next words had me so turned on I couldn’t believe I didn’t just jump him right then and there. “You never need to touch yourself while I’m here. It is my job, my right, to take care of you in every way I can.”

He reached for me, but I forfeited my towel to get away. I grabbed the second towel and started drying my hair with it, trying to act all nonchalant.

I didn’t dare turn around again until I heard the shower turn on.

The water ran in steady streams, the sound muffled by the glass. Grtirr stood under the spray, his back to me, his broad shoulders flexing as he scrubbed his hands over his skin. The muscles in his back shifted with every movement, the ridges of his spine tapering down to the firm curve of his ass. His tail swayed lazily behind him, the tip brushing against the tile in a way that made my fingers twitch to touch it.

I should turn around and give him some privacy. But I couldn’t

Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed where he’d been just minutes before, the sheets still warm from his body. The heat of it seeped into my skin, and the scent of him, spicy, earthy, and primal, clung to the fabric. I inhaled, my breath ragged as my fingers trailed down my body. I bit my lip, my thighs pressing together as I imagined him above me, his weight pinning me down, his mouth on mine.