Page 109 of My Monster's Keeper
Wilder snorts a laugh and groans again when I latch onto his nipple, sucking hard and squeezing his cocks at the same time.
“You’re beautiful, Wilder. I wanted you before, I want you now, wings, fur, claws, and extra appendages.” I huff a laugh and stroke him until he groans. “So, yeah, not too impressed you can smell how much I want you, but if you haven’t seen it before, you weren’t paying attention,” I whisper and bite him.
He grunts, and his dicks flex. Two huge weeping erections bobbing on my stomach. I’m so down for this!
We’re in our own world. His wings have domed us in, and I love it. It’s just us.
“I want to feel you. I want you to touch me,” I say to him. “You won’t hurt me, Wilder.”
He hesitates another moment and finally relaxes, dropping down onto me, I let go of his cocks and wrap my arm around his neck as his mouth slams against mine.
I shift, driving my hips up against his as he thrusts into me. I wonder…I reach up, touching his horns, but while they make him shudder, they don’t have the same power that Stix’s do. He reaches between us, his fingers probing between my legs, slipping inside me. He fucks them into me before pulling out and swiping lower.
“Need to get you prepared,” Wilder grumbles.
“I should make you recite something tedious just to see if you can,” I tease as he sits back. He thrusts one of his cocks into me. So deep and so quickly, I let out a small shriek.
“I was not expecting that. Oh, gods, you feel so good.”
He withdraws.
“Whoa, no, wait. Put it back.”
“Don’t be greedy, Becky,” Wilder says with a gleam. He circles my puckered hole with one slicked up finger. “I love this, how you look. Stretched thighs and wet pink folds. You are beautiful.”
I groan, pushing against his finger until he slips inside me.
“Yes!” I hiss.
He chuckles. “Greedy…and yet, I find myself needing to hear more of it.” He pushes in to his knuckle and withdraws. “I’ve had these fantasies.”
I blink open my eyes, unaware of when I closed them, but I want to hear these fantasies. “Tell me.”
“Some are like this, where I fuck you with the whole of who I am. Until you come on both my cocks. Until you’re so tired you fall asleep in my arms.”
“We can do that,” I murmur and spread my legs wider as he adds another finger.
“Some of them, I grab you in a dark room by the hair, throw you up against a wall, drag your pants down and push myself into your body while you scream.”
I shudder. “We can do that, too.”
“I want to hold your head and force you down on the princelings cock. I want to hear you gag on it and force you to swallow his seed.”
I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter, but I’m aching for him. Aching.
“I want to watch those shadows ruin you. I want to hear you scream our names. Scream for me, this time,” Wilder growls and forces the head of his cock into my ass.
I gasp out, arching up, but then his other cock slides back into my pussy. Just the tips, holding until I say the word.
I have all the power. If I say no, he will stop. I know it in my soul.
“I need you, Wilder.”
He lowers to me and gathers me close as he slowly pushes into my body. It’s a whole different experience because now I’m full from both holes. So full.
I moan. “Wilder, please.”
“Please what, baby?” Wilder growls and kisses a path across my cheek to my lips. “What do you need?”
