Page 167 of Monsters in Love

His tail flicked behind him as he braced himself. His hunger raged at him to satisfy it, to ride her little body until it drew the fire from him. He labored to control his breathing, his body shaking with the way her cunt pulled at his cock at every retreat. Beneath him, his mate whimpered and moaned with each thrust, the sound ensnaring him, singing to him as his pace quickened, his hips pumping into her in an untamable rut.

Growling low in his throat, he transferred his weight to one arm, lifting the other to capture her across the shoulders to hold her in place. Her body writhed, her cries becoming louder as his cock drove into her, his testicles slapping firmly against her ass with every stroke. Her sheath convulsed repeatedly as he rutted deep, instinctively seeking with each thrust the sensitive flesh around the mouth of her womb that would open ecstatically to his seed.

So beautiful. So sweet. So tasty. The sheen of sweat on her back made her glow in the false light like a polished rare gem. His horns scraped the stone on either side of her as he bent his head, licking her back, drawing in her flavor in a manner that made her quiver, her sex clenching hard around him again as she submitted fully to his pleasure. He drove into her repeatedly, claws scraping stone and hooves digging into the tiles, as his seed rose furiously, his hunger coiling deep within, taking root just behind his pelvis.

Bellowing, he canted his hips at a new angle and quickened his pace as the first jettison left his body with a pulse of pure ecstasy followed by blast after blast of release until his cum slicked between them, dribbling around his cock from her cunt. With the last twitch of his cock, Asterion eased his hand from between her shoulders, noting the red scratches left there. The hunger finally quieted within him, he drew away, his cock slipping from her body as more of his seed escaped without his sex to trap it inside.

Vicky sprawled beneath him, a quiet moan rising from her prone body. For a moment, he worried that he had hurt after all until he heard her faintly rasped words.

“Oh my fucking gods, that was incredible.”

Asterion stood, dragging his mate into his arms as he stepped easily from within the pool, cuddling her to his chest. His heart warmed when, with a happy sigh, Vicky snuggled into his embrace, her fingers playfully toying with a lock of his mane as he strode to the only floor-level bedroom. There, in the middle of the bed, he laid his mate out on it—his perfect sacrifice—before he too climbed onto the mattress, his body looming over hers with renewed predatory interest.

Vicky’s eyes slowly opened, a smile curling her lips. “Hungry again?” she whispered.

“Always,” he rumbled.

Her arms opened to him. “Then come let me love you.”

“Always,” he repeated with a moan as her legs curled around his hips and sank deep within her willing flesh. “And always I will love you equally in turn.”

The End?

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