Page 51 of Fate & Monsters
He wasted no time lunging forward and covering my pussy with his mouth. My elbows hit the solid wood of the table, my head arched back, and my hair swished over scattered parchment, and my spine curved toward the beast as he lapped and sucked at my clit.
“Oh, sweet pet, you must be so pent up to be mewling like that already.”
The prince of demons dropped from his chair and fell to his knees for me. He hooked his arms under my knees and cupped the flesh of my hips in his large palms. He pressed his face to my mound, tongue slithering deep into my cunt as he tongue-fucked me. His silky black hair tickled my inner thighs as I wrapped my legs around my head and my feet braced on his wide upper back. The ecstasy of his mouth and tongue drove me intoa frenzy and I was hardly aware of grabbing one of his horns and gripping it tight as if to anchor myself against his sinful mouth.
His claws pressed indents into my skin as he devoured me like I was his last supper. In all my centuries of life, I’d never seen proof of the gods, but there was something holy about the way the beast became a fanatic zealot about my pleasure. More than a carnal feast, it was akin to worshiping the divine. Mavros was the worshiping disciple, and I was his god.
“Look at me. Look me in the eye.” His tongue speared me, reaching something so deep and wonderful I screamed his name. My hips matched the rhythm of his tongue as he mercilessly teased and tasted me. I gripped his horn and rode his mouth, staring deep into his eyes.
It was intimate in a primal, wild way. Animal to the core. My cunt gushed around his tongue, making his chin slick with my essence. The fiery circle of his eyes dilated until they were almost entirely black. That dark hunger sent me hurtling toward the edge and onto his awaiting tongue.
“The look on your face, gods, the look on your face…” His voice trailed off in a guttural groan before he dived back in. Tongue-deep, writhing, driving me into insanity.
“Come on,” he encouraged in between licks. “Come for me. I need you to come for me, right here on my tongue. I want to feel it, taste it.”
I came with a stuttered cry, legs quaking andbody seizing from the euphoria. Mavros ate me through the climax and the trembling aftermath, as if he needed every crumb of my orgasm. When he finally withdrew his tongue from my pulsing pussy, he smoothed his palms over my shaky legs and rose to his feet.
He unbuckled his belt, and the clinking metal sent a tingle up my spine. Something about the sound of the leather slipping through the belt loops made me breathless and shivery. His belt dropped to the floor, and he tore the laces of his breeches open.
“Let me see how badly you want me to fuck you, Astoria. Touch that sweet cunt and show me what belongs to me.” His rumbling command incited a delirious need to obey.
I slipped a hand over my pussy, feeling how slippery and soaked I was. A low growl rumbled in his throat, eyes tracking my fingers. A smirk lifted my lips as I toyed with myself, teasing the beast with what he wanted.
A log in the fireplace cracked, sending embers into the air like drunken stars floating on celestial ashes. The library breathed around us, sighing even as the tension holding us together crackled with barely restrained energy.
His trousers dropped enough for his cock to spring free. The heavy weight of it throbbed, already leaking precum. I whimpered at the sight of it, lungs heaving from the force of my desire. He smirked at my reaction. “Do you see how hard I amfor you?”
A gasp ripped from my lips when his imposing form bowed over me, casting me in darkness. But it was the girth of his cock nudging over my slit that knocked the whiny sounds from me. I canted my hips to rub my clit over the head of his cock, earning moans from us both.
Desperate, frantic, I pulled at his shirt.
“Patience.” Mavros rose enough to pull the dark fabric over his head and tossed it away. His eyes gleamed as he stared down at me. I whined, and that wanton sound jolted him into action. “You want to be a good pet for me, don’t you?”
I pulled my hands away, shivering with bone-deep, visceral need.
His grin sliced across his mouth like a blade.
“That’s what I thought.”
Mavros yanked down my dress and it bunched under my breasts, forcing them up into his face. He licked his long, winding tongue over them before gently biting my nipples. Arousal leaked out of me onto the edge of the table as he rutted against my slit.
I needed more. I needed everything.
“Mavros, please.”
The greedy clenching in my core ratcheted higher as he strummed his thumb over one nipple and sucked on the other. He nuzzled his face in my breasts and the tingling pleasure in my nipples descended into a warm pool in my stomach, then lower, lower. I hooked my legs around his waist,silently pleading. His tail thrashed before curling around one of my ankles and holding me in place.
“You just can’t wait for me, can you?” His condescending tone was wicked yet enticing.
His free hand dipped between our bodies. My insides swooped and twirled. The beast gripped the base of his cock where his knot was already bulging. My heart skipped a painful beat as I watched him stroke himself before pushing forward. The tip slipped through my pussy, gathering wetness and coating his shaft with it. My head thumped on the table and a cry ripped up my throat. His hips snapping and his cock plunging inside me choked the sound from my chest.
The imposing intrusion sent a wave of pain through my hips. Mavros withdrew and thrust again, replacing the ache of the overwhelming stretch with a tide of pleasure. On the next thrust, I rocked my hips to meet his, keening as he impaled me.
“You make the sweetest noises for me,” the beast praised.
Mavros stood upright and a cool breeze rushed over my skin. My nipples pebbled, and I felt dizzy, intoxicated on him. He snarled, curling one palm under my knee and yanking me lower until my ass hung half over the edge of the table. I yelped, but his increasingly rough pounding kept me on the wooden surface. I braced myself on an elbow, following his gaze to the place where we werejoined together.
His clawed hand fisted the ruined dress bunched around my stomach. He used it as leverage, pulling me onto his cock as he fucked me into oblivion. The other hand gripped my knee, keeping my legs spread far apart. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his thick girth sliding inside of me, from the creamy essence coating his length each time he withdrew, or the way my sex stretched to accommodate him. Mavros hammered into me as if he might nail me in place like a priceless work of art to be admired forever.
