Page 221 of Monsters in Love

When the fish goes back beneath the waves, the mothman pulls his fist out of the water. I’m not sure what he has, but he doesn’t open his fist. Instead he slowly begins to move in that same dancing way back toward me.

Once he’s standing in front of me, one of his other hands beckons me closer, and I shake my head. “What, why?”

He sighs, almost annoyed with me, but I can’t tell what he wants.

Then he steps closer on the same lily pad I’m on and waits a moment so it can settle with both of our weight. With one step, he’s right in front of me, and one of his hands reaches out to pull me closer. I’m so used to it that I don’t move, thinking we’re going to fly again. One arm is around my waist while another immediately grabs my head, wrenching my neck to the side.

“Hey, what the fuck?” I push at his chest, immediately taking a step back, but there’s nowhere to go.

His hands are tender as they touch the side of my neck. “Se onki.” He shushes me after that. My breathing hitches as I lean into that touch, unsure why it feels so comforting when I should be worried this moth might eat me.

The hand that was in the swamp comes closer to my ear; the water drips on my cheek and slides down my neck. His deep voice rattles off more words before I feel something slimy against the entrance of my ear. “Get the fuck off me!”

Digging my fingers into his skin, I try to squirm away, but his grip is far too tight as his massive body pulls mine flush with his. The slimy feeling ebbs into nothing but blood-boiling pain. Something digs inside my ear canal, worming its way into my skull.

My scream rattles through me as the white-hot feeling of something maneuvering inside of me takes over my body. My spine is rigid, sweat breaking out all over my skin. Immediately a large hand covers my mouth to silence me as more whispered words are spoken as if to keep me calm.

My knees knock together, and the mothman holds me up so I don’t fall over. Eventually the pain stops, but I’m laced with sweat and panting as I’m held up by his arms.

“Otoki,are you well?” Gingerly he pushes the hair that’s stuck to the side of my face away.

The sound of his deep, sultry voice shocks me because for once I understand him. I have no energy to move, but I lift my head enough now that his hand has moved away. “I understood you…”

“Mm…yes, that was the point of coming to collect averjima.” He sounds so annoyed with me, but his hands continue to hold me up and stroke my hair regardless of his tone.

“You put something inside my head!” I finally wriggle from his arms, but he doesn’t allow me much movement. “You didn’t ask me if I wanted that thing in there.”

His broad hands don’t cease their tender touches. “Did you want to continue to misunderstand one another? Unfortunately, now that it has made home inside your head, nothing can be done. I am truly glad to speak with you now.”

The mothman rubs one of his fingers over my bottom lip, caressing it as he studies my reaction to him. My breath catches because why does he have the ability to make me forget how angry I am? His fingers are just as soft as his wings were, like velvet. I wonder what that would feel like all over my body?

A shiver runs up my spine despite myself. “You mean to tell me, thanks to you, I have a worm inside my head forever now?”

“For as long as you live,kilaa.” He pauses his touches, opening his mouth to allow his long proboscis-like tongue to unfurl. It’s a rich navy blue, and as it unfurls, I realize it’s twice as long as mine is. It moves in the air a few moments before retreating back into his mouth. “Now that we understand one another, and you have been intimate with me twice already, it is only fair that I have the same ability, is it not?”

“What do you mean?” My voice is a breathy sound until his fingers clutch the bottom of my chin. The smell of freshly baked food is stronger than ever, and I find myself inhaling just to taste it. “I wasn’t intimate with you…”

A rich, deep-sounding chuckle is all I hear before his face is inches from mine. His blank white eyes are so captivating as they shimmer in all the glowing lights the forest provides. He’s so beautiful, I don’t know if I can or want to look away from him. “The lust you have unleashed inside me is a river overflowing.”

My breathing halts, and I blink up at him. “I don’t under—”

His breath tickles over my lips, and when I feel it, my mouth parts lusting for something, anything to touch me. What I didn’t expect was for his long, slender tongue to dart from his mouth into mine. His mouth collides after it, but not in a soft, simple kiss. No, it’s full of power, lust and desire.

One of his hands grips me around my back, folding me into him as his tongue runs along the inside of my mouth. At first it’s slow flicks, easy and measured so I can tease it with mine. It feels like any tongue would, though it’s a little narrower than a human’s. My fingers twine around his neck, moaning into his mouth as the sweet smell of him envelops me. The little ruff of fur around his neck is so easy to bury my hands in.

Deeper his tongue goes until I feel it against the back of my throat. Immediately I gag, and he moves it back to an easier position.

It’s then he picks up the pace, and his long tongue starts to nearly vibrate inside my mouth. It seeps into every fiber of my body. He’s tasting every single nook and cranny, and the vibration is uncomfortable enough that my eyes begin to water. When his tongue dips into the back of my throat, I push at his shoulders. His other hands begin to knead at my ass while he holds me steady against him.

My body throbs as the vibrations increase, and a liquid heat begins growing between my legs. I want to feel it on my pussy, not in my throat, so badly. My gagging doesn’t stop, but the saliva in my mouth starts to pool, and that’s when he finally stops.

He pulls his tongue out with one farewell flick against mine. With a final peck against my lips, it’s all over. “We will finish this later,otoki.

I hardly hear him over my rough panting. As my fingers leave the soft, downy ruff of his neck, I pretend not to notice the captivating smile on his face. I wipe away the drool on my chin, trying and partially failing to put myself back together.

The dazed expression that lingers across her now rosy-toned face is a sight to behold. I find it excruciatingly hard to remain composed now that I can understand her sweet voice. I’m completely enthralled by this tiny little bug. Mytirskais pressing against my seam, begging to be touched. Yet I cannot, not yet.

“What was that about?” She continues to wipe her saliva from her chin.

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