Page 30 of Fate & Monsters
Astoria barely stirred as I climbed onto the bed, my body entirely covering her. As if sensing my presence, her back arched, and her breasts rubbed my chest. A low groan vibrated up my throat as I licked her exposed neck, down to her chest. Sweet and addictive, her flavor explodedover my tongue. Her breath hitched when I dragged my tongue over a nipple. Short, breathy moans followed each drag of my tongue from one breast to the next. I sucked it into my mouth, rolling the tip of my tongue over the sensitive bud.
“Gods-fuck, you taste like perfection.” I wanted to drag my teeth across her skin and engrave my name into her flesh, her bones. Ugly, slavering desire gnawed at me, incessant and feral. “I’m so sorry, darling. I just can’t help myself.” The texture of her nipples captivated me. I rubbed my tongue over them repeatedly, etching every facet of her breasts to memory.
And she was so responsive. Astoria’s hips lifted, rolling, grinding into my leg nestled between her thighs. The bed groaned as I dipped lower and lower. Her abdomen tensed as my tongue laved over her flesh, dipping into her navel before I gently nipped at her hip bone. My heart ricocheted around my ribs as I settled on my stomach between her thighs.
“Now let’s spread this little pussy.” My claws dented her soft skin as I gingerly pulled her legs further apart to accommodate my shoulders. The world blurred, then sharpened into perfect clarity. Her lower lips glistened, dripping. I greedily gulped in her aroma, each inhale like dunking my head in a bowl of warm honey. “Gods, you’re soaked. Your pussy is so pretty. Let me see it. Let me see how bad you want this cunt stretched.”
Shaky breaths breached her. Preening at the praise in her sleep.
Her pussy lips were so soft under my thumbs as I held her cunt open. Pink folds glistening like rose petals after a rain shower. I wanted to drown in her. The smell alone was indescribable, and it worsened my compulsion to lick, to kiss, to taste.
A drawn-out whine snapped me out of my daze. Astoria rolled her hips, nearly reaching my mouth. I gasped her in.
“Oh, pretty thing, you want my mouth? Anything for you. Anything.” I covered her entire core in one swipe. The taste of her, the liquid magic of it seeping into every fiber of my being. It was like diving blindly into nirvana. Euphoria crackled through me like lightning, buzzing into the marrow of my bones. Her limbs strained, quivering and shaking as I licked from top to bottom before swirling the tip of my tongue over her clit.
A thin whine belted from her lips, and her body bowed off the mattress.
I looked up at her, chin dripping in her essence. My vision warped as her cunt drugged me, pulled me back in for another hit. I drank from her, devouring, licking, sucking. Every fold, every drop of arousal, every part of her warped my mind. I needed to imprint myself on her, to mark her, to claim her. She would know that she belonged to me on a cellular, magical level.
The pressure in my trousers grew impossiblytight. Shamelessly rocking into the mattress between her splayed legs, it wasn’t enough. Saliva and Astoria’s arousal dripped from my chin. My tongue swiped through her cunt, circling her clit, and carefully probing her entrance. Perfect, tight hole. Molten, liquid, heat. Absurdly tight and clenching at the tip of my tongue as if needy for more.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. You taste so good. All for me.” My words breathed against her cunt made her quiver. I mumbled nonsense between kisses and savoring the nectar of her pussy flooding my mouth. Her soft mewls filled the room as I consumed her. They drove me wild, pushed me further. I wanted to crawl inside of her and live there. “I’m going to eat you, pretty girl. I’m going to eat you down to the bone. Every morsel of flesh, every drop of blood, sweat, tears, and come. Gods, I want your come. Want to feel you come.”
Astoria bucked her hips against my mouth. My eyes flared wide, and I inhaled her greedily. Her body sang to me, a harmonious tune begging to come. And I couldn’t resist the poor, sweet thing squirming under my mouth.
She let out a lilting cry.
“You need more, sweet darling? I’ll give you more.” Her mouth formed an O as I slipped my middle finger into her. A wretched groan tore from me as her silken heat gripped me so snug, so perfect. It was tighter than what I felt on my tongue. Too tight. “How am I going to fit?”
A ripple went through her as I rubbed the sensitive spot inside her. My tail whipped faster, speeding up to match the beat of my racing heart.
“It’s alright. We’ll make it fit. You’ll be perfect for me, won’t you?” After a few moments, she relaxed, and I added a second finger. “I need to get you ready. You’re going to take me so well.”
My pretty, mysterious girl soaked my fingers. I spent ages down there, licking, finger-fucking, stretching her out. All the while I rutted the bed, grinding and intoxicated. I needed her to be ready for me, because I would get her, claim her, fuck her. Soon enough, she would be mine in every way.
“I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. You have no idea how much I think about it. You’re all I think about. All night, all day. You’re going to feel so good wrapped around me, coming for me. Once you submit to me, I’m going to give you everything. Just let go, please. Let go, let me feel you—”
A honeyed, reedy moan rang through my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. Astoria’s body seized below me, crying out as she tensed and fluttered around my fingers. A gush of fluid drenched my fingers. Her stomach shuddered under my opposite hand, holding her down. A full body tremble shook her to the core as her little breaths quickened.
“Gods-fuck.” I covered her cunt with my mouth, drinking her climax. A spasm ripped through me, cock twitching in my trousers asI followed Astoria over the edge. Sticky and wet against my thigh, but I hardly noticed as aftershocks claimed her body.
I stood from the bed, feeling sickeningly triumphant. She had come for me—that tight cunt climaxing on my fingers. But I hadn’t meant to go that far, to take her like that while she slept. It was madness.
I tucked the blanket over Astoria, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. After a soft kiss to her temple, I turned on my heels and stormed out of her room. I couldn’t keep coming back like this.
Threads of her scent circled me, wrapping me in an embrace as she strolled into my office. Surprise fired me up, and I rolled up the reports scattered across my desk. Astoria hadn’t been in here in weeks. Not since her arrival. Since then, we’d stuck to the routine that had unfolded as she was integrated into castle life.
The door creaked as it widened to permit her entry. She ambled in, lacking the glow from her inner light I’d come to cherish. Her sapphire eyes struck me mute, knocking away the fact that no one entered my office without permission. It didn’t matter, and the rage I should have felt slipped to the back of my mind. My heart hurtledinto my throat, elated at the sight of her. But a dark cloud hung over her head.
My fur rose on end, and I sat straighter in my chair.
Her feet were bare, smudged with dirt from the garden and tracking prints on the floor. The hem of her pale mint-green dress was stained, and a stray leaf clung to a loose thread where she’d been kneeling in the soil. Anyone else would have seemed atrociously disheveled, but she appeared wild and untamed in a way that matched her spirit.
But her eyes were rimmed red. Cloudy with the sorrow she refused to share.
It rose in silent moments when Astoria was alone. Some days she ambled into the library for her lessons, listless and unmoored. Driftwood floating endlessly at sea before meeting a watery grave. Sometimes servants reported seeing her float through the castle’s garden as aimless as a phantom on the wind.
In sweeter moments, she turned to me the same way a flower would look to the sun. Bright and hopeful, undeterred by the melancholy clinging to her like grime in her darkest hours. I would bathe her in solace and alleviate the shadows of woe darkening her radiant eyes. If only she would confide in me.
