Page 41 of Fate & Monsters
“No, say you’re mine. Tell me.” His teeth grazed my neck, sharp and provocative.
He slowed his thrusts, stroking inside me at a torturous rate. I swallowed down a sob as I rocked against him, chasing the sweet destruction he provided.
“Fuck, stop… stop moving or I’ll come… I won’t last if you keep—” He growled and pushed my hips into the dirt. “I said stop!” Shaking pants escaped him and a curtain of his dark hair fell over his shoulder and blocked the starlight from view.
Mavros sheathed his cock nearly to the hilt. So gloriously full, the feeling encouraged a pleased mewl from me. He gritted his teeth when my cunt squeezed him tighter. Another small gush of fluid leaked from my pussy around his pulsing cock, and he groaned in distress. He wanted to fuck, to rut, to destroy me. And I was more than happy to let him rip me apart at the seams.
“Say you’re mine and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“I’m yours. Please, please. I need you.”
His grin was almost mocking, and he was beautifully cruel, like a malevolent god.
Something round and larger than his cock pressed into my cunt. I glanced down and noticed a swelling at the base of his cock, making it a darker purple, almost black. My eyes flared and panic kicked my heart.
“No, wait. I can’t take anymore!” I screamed and shoved at him, to no effect. He was a wall ofhard stone trapping me, detaining me, using me.
“Oh, you can take my knot,” Mavros cooed. The hand in my hair smoothed down, gently petting me as one might a frightened dog. “You said you were mine. You have to take my knot.”
He wanted that to go inside of me, but there was no room left. His cock already made an imprint in my stomach, where he was bulging to the brim. That didn’t stop another erotic thrill from rippling through me when he pressed his knot harder, shoving it in.
“Mavros, don’t. I can’t handle it!”
“You’ll take my knot, or I’ll fucking eat you right now!” Claws collared my throat and his snarling face filled my vision. All shadow and darkness, danger and monstrosity. True fear curdled in my stomach, but I was weak against it. My pussy fluttered around his cock as if begging for it.
His knot popped inside of my cunt, punching a shrill scream from my lungs. I thrashed, but he gripped me tight and rammed himself deep, securing himself within me. Locked together, stuck, tight and throbbing. It was too much, yet exactly what I needed.
“You can’t get away from me now, sweetling. You’re all mine.” Mavros pumped into me, giving me a fraction of a second to adjust to his knot. Each thrust and rock of his hips chased me back into the intoxicating haze of euphoria. My nails dug into his chest, scraping through soft fur. My legs lockedaround his waist, keeping him close as he drilled me into the welcoming arms of the dirt at my back.
The bow strung in my core snapped. The arrow shot loose, piercing through a tender thing in my chest. Striking true and fast, an explosion burst forth. A blinding silvery white light illuminated my skin, and an unholy cry pulled from me as I came undone. Universes, galaxies, vortexes of celestial bodies all fizzled and died and erupted into a grand rebirth inside the molten center of me and cascaded through my blood and marrow.
“Ah… ah… AH!” A heart-wrenching, mind-altering orgasm morphed me into something new. A being of needs and wants owned by the monster willing to deliver them all on a silver platter.
“God, so tight… I can’t stop… I’m going to—” The beast gripped me tight as if I was the only thing keeping him anchored. “Feels so good when you come. Too good. I’m going to fill this cunt.”
A roar of satisfaction trembled through the garden and echoed in my bones. Hot ropes burst in my cunt and another mild orgasm quaked through me. I squeezed him of every drop shooting from his cock. A weak smile danced across my lips even as I collapsed.
Mavros groaned, claws shaking against my skin as he examined me from head to toe. His knot remained locked inside me, throbbing and leaking his seed. Fatigue barreled into me with a blunt force and exhaustion reached up with phantom limbs to carry me away.
“So good for me. So perfect.” A litany of praises flew off his tongue, but I only heard the beginning before unconsciousness pushed me into the deep and I passed out in a hurried blur.
Chapter 15
I traced her lips as she slept, and my heart swooped as a dreamy grin graced her pretty little mouth. It would have been so easy to live in that moment for the rest of my life. With my claws gingerly grazing her skin and a flicker of happiness appearing on her face. Such an astoundingly tender and simple moment, yet it sharpened into pure perfection. Like her. A perfect, sweet creature.
Caught in the threshold between dreams and reality, I didn’t think of myself as such a depraved monster in the way I wanted her. Especially now that she’d given in—now that she was mine. I felt almost worthy of the light she carried. If she could smile in her sleep for me, then perhaps one day I might truly earn it.
A low fire purred in the hearth, casting a golden glow on my bedroom walls and Astoria’s sleeping figure beside me. My fingertip chased the border of light and shadow dancing over the creamy skin of her shoulder. Minor scratchesand love-bites from the night marked her flesh; wounds that echoed my name. She had always been a melodious beacon of light in this dreary place, but marked as mine made her shine brighter. Glowing like a star drowning in a void.
I wanted that light for myself. To keep her by my side until the end of the world as my own personal sun against the dark of the night. And I would keep her. Not as one keeps a bird in a cage, but like a god on a pedestal.
Astoria sighed in her sleep, lashes fluttering with whatever dreams occupied her. My hand continued stroking over her skin and admiring the evidence on her body that I’d had her. All of her. Touching her was an obsession, and I couldn’t stop now that I had permission. Feeling her supple, warm, and alive in my hands might be one of the few things left to live for.
That and feeling her unbelievably tight cunt on my knot every night.
After rutting her in the garden like an animal last night, she’d succumbed to the exhaustion of the entire ordeal. The hunt, the fucking, being knotted. All firsts for her that had been agonizing to wait for. Stretching her pussy and making her come each night had taken more self-discipline than I knew I had. I should be congratulated for my restraint.
Once my knot subsided and my cock finally slipped from her swollen, drenched cunt I’d done the gentlemanly thing and carried her back inside.Astoria remained in a fatigued daze as I washed her, then treated the minor injuries on her body. The bite marks on her neck, the scratches on her ribs down to her hips, and not to mention her feet and back ravaged by the rough surface of the garden floor. And now she was in my bed, where she’d always belonged.
