Page 14 of Betrothed

“Shit,” Fawn gasped. She bit her lip harder, trying to make herself quiet. Which had never been an issue during sex until now. Something completely unexpected was happening: she was nearing release.

Zax was growling. Low, animal growls that for some reason only made Fawn wetter. She had never been desired like this before—like her arousal was feeding his own. Like he wanted to make her come more than he wanted his own release.

What am I doing? she chanted inside her head as she coiled closer and closer to that incredible peak that until now, she could only reach by herself. What am I DOING? He’s a monster!

But the fact that Zax was a literal monster—and that he’d kidnapped her to be his wife, and of course, that he’d eaten her husband—fell silent as she came, Zax’s warm, wonderful tongue pushing new waves of pleasure through her rigid body.

Despite her best efforts, she didn’t hold her injured leg completely still. Her sprained ankle twinged, and Fawn hissed as the pleasure subsided.

Zax rumbled against her hole and pulled back to nuzzle her wet thigh. “You smell like pain again.”

“It’s just my ankle,” she panted. “It’s fine.”

Zax moved like he was going to kiss her hurt ankle and then wisely thought better of it. He pushed himself up and loomed over her body, his chin smeared with her juices.

“So, it worked?” Zax asked, his purple eye glowing brighter than ever. “I made you feel good?”

Fawn laughed disbelievingly.

“Yes,” she said, unable to hide her surprise. “You made me feel very good.”

Zax groaned, a hint of growl seeping into the sound. He rubbed himself over his loincloth, and Fawn watched both bulges with renewed focus.

She might not be able to give him everything, but she could give him something. She had to. The man’s pleasure was always more important than her own.

But first, she had to see what she was working with.

She gestured at his loincloth, still not prepared to reach for it. “Can I see?”

Zax only hesitated for a moment. Then he unknotted his loincloth and let it fall to the wooden floor.

Fawn gaped. Those were two cocks, alright. One perched above the other, curving to attention. The higher one was dripping on the lower one, precum running down both shafts and onto his balls. He only had two balls, nestled exactly where they were supposed to be.

His cocks were… not exactly human. Bigger than any she’d seen—too big for her to take one, let alone two. They were pale blue down the shafts and dark blue at the tip, and the cockheads tapered into a fleshy point.

For some reason, Fawn’s mouth watered.

She swallowed her spit and decided on a plan. She was by no means ready to deal with those cocks, but she could try something to please him.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, trying to act sexy in a way she hadn’t done since the very early days of her marriage, back when she still convinced herself she could make it fun.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

Zax looked at her blankly.

“You know,” Fawn whispered. “Do you ever pleasure yourself?”

“Oh,” Zax said. “Yes.”

He wrapped his hands around his cocks. One for each. They were a good handful, and distractingly attractive. Especially when he squeezed them, causing another drop of precum to bead out of the cockheads—first the top one, then the one below.

Fawn rubbed her legs together carefully, smearing the wetness he had caused between them. “Would you show me?”

Zax did not glare at her and tell her that was what she was for, like she had been half expecting. Instead, he groaned, working his hands over his cocks in clumsy tandem. For a moment, Fawn just watched, mesmerized by the way they jerked and leaked in his hands. A dozen questions ran through her mind.

“Is it always both?” Fawn asked. “I mean, both at the same time?”

Zax shook his head. “S-sometimes I do one after the other.”