Page 28 of Hot Monster Summer

The flowers are more intense now, their touch more deliberate, finding places that make me moan and writhe againstthe glowing moss. I’m vaguely aware that my dress has been pushed up around my waist, that the night air kisses my exposed skin, but I’m beyond caring. The pleasure builds like a tide, washing through me in waves that sync with the pulsing light of the moss beneath us.

Oren watches me with reverent intensity, his eyes glowing brighter as my pleasure mounts. Small flowering vines curl around my wrists, not restraining but anchoring me as the sensations threaten to sweep me away entirely.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his mouth to mine as another wave crests. The kiss catches my cry of pleasure, swallows it into his magnificent being.

I feel myself approaching some threshold, some peak that promises to be unlike any climax I’ve ever experienced. The flowers between my thighs pulse with light and life, their touch both impossibly gentle and overwhelmingly intense.

“Forest holds you. Safe,” Oren whispers against my lips.

I surrender to the sensation, and the world explodes into light behind my eyelids. The pleasure crests and breaks, radiating outward from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. I cry out, back arching off the moss, as the orgasm ripples through me—but it doesn’t stop, doesn’t fade. It transforms, becoming something more that feels like my very essence is connecting with the forest around us.

In that moment of transcendence, I feel everything—the ancient heartbeat of the great tree, the subtle consciousness of every plant in the clearing, the distant awareness of creatures moving through the woods, and Oren—his spirit a vast, ancient presence intertwined with it all.

When I finally float back to myself, gasping and trembling, the moss beneath me is blooming with hundreds of tiny flowers that weren’t there before. They form a perfect outline of my body, a living imprint of the pleasure I just experienced.

“What just happened?” I whisper, my voice unsteady.

Oren’s expression is one of wonder as he gazes at the flower outline surrounding me. “Life response,” he says, sounding awed. “Your pleasure created.”

I struggle to sit up, still shaky from the most sensual orgasm of my life. Oren’s arm supports me, warm and solid against my back.

“That was… I don’t even have words,” I manage, watching as the flowers continue to bloom and shift around me, responding to my aftershocks of pleasure. "It was like... like I could feel the entire forest."

"Connected," Oren confirms, his massive thumb brushing away a tear I didn't realize had fallen. “Forest magic,” Oren says, his voice a tender rumble. “Different for humans. More intense.”

I laugh shakily. “You think? That was like… ten orgasms rolled into one cosmic experience.”

His mouth curves in that subtle beautiful smile I’m starting to love. “Pleased you.”

“That’s an understatement.” I touch one of the flowers that bloomed from my pleasure, marveling at its perfect form. “I didn’t know something like this was possible.”

“Many impossible things—” he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face with gentle fingers, “become possible with you.”

The sincerity in his voice makes my heart stutter. This isn’t just monster lust or territorial posturing. There’s something deeper here that scares me more than any physical danger could.

“Oren…” I begin, not even sure myself what I’m trying to say. The words seem to tangle in my throat, refusing to take shape.

He seems to understand. “No need for words. Just be. Here. Now.”

That alone makes me want him even more.

I don’t wait for him to make the next move. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m straddling him, using the body that’s just gifted me with so much pleasure to speak the words I can’t. His eyes glow with surprise and something more profound, and for a moment, I’m afraid that I’ve misunderstood him, that he doesn’t want this after all. Then his hands are on my waist, his touch as gentle and reverent as the moss beneath us, and I forget how to breathe.

I’m still wearing my dress, him… nothing as usual, except for the strategically placed moss that now barely covers his impressive cock. I can feel every inch of him, feel the warmth and power radiating off his body, and it spurs me on, gives me the courage to move against him, to press myself closer. The fabric of my dress rides up, and I can feel him between my legs, hard and enormous, and definitely not human.

Only then does it hit me—just how big he is. Not just his height, but… all of him. Not even remotely human, and almost certainly too much for me to handle.

I stop moving, suddenly unsure, suddenly afraid.

Oren’s eyes soften with understanding. “Compatible,” he assures, a tender rumble. “Magic compensates. Trust, Lily.”

Trust.

I shift my hips, testing, feeling the impossible size of him against me. Even that slight movement sends heat rushing through my body.

He’s large, probably the size and girth of my entire forearm. Textured, with bark-like, ribbed skin that feels soft to the touch.

I want this.

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