Page 7 of Monsters in My Bed
“Osz—” she starts in warning before cutting off with a gasp.
Even though I smell and feel her pleasure, I ask her if we can continue. I get the impression that our actions are not necessarily acceptable in human standards, but there’s nothing off-limits for a Vasura and his mate. We are the epitome of the forbidden, inviting our other halves to let go of their inhibitions and justfeel. Mentally, I try to convey this to Alexis, who finally relaxes a bit in my arms before nodding.
My twin needs no further permission, and the pink tip of his tongue disappears into her ass, teasing and testing her limits as our mate’s pussy constricts around my cock. A fissure wracks her body at the contact, and I know she’s close to coming again. This time, I ready my claws, knowing I won’t be able to hold back my orgasm when she finally tips over the edge.
Unfurling my tongue, I lap at my mate’s generous breasts, puffed up like the whipped frosting I’ve seen in her mind and topped with cherry nipples. I lick those first before curling my tongue around one side. She’s a combination of salty and sweet—sweat and honey—an addictive flavor that I’ll never get enough of. The only thing I crave more is her delectable cunt, but my cock is too busy consuming that to give me a taste.
Not that I’m complaining. Being encased by my mate’s warmth takes me higher than any human drug. It’s both my salvation and my greatest weakness. Aside from my brother, this tiny, perfect creature in my arms is my home. Wherever she is, my heart will follow. I can’t help but give my everything to her when Alexis has given up so much in return.
With all my might, I pour this feeling of contentment into every thrust as I drive my mate to the brink. Alexis’ breath catches, and I know she’s about to shatter. Osz growls, his cock weeping at the sensations he’s experiencing through me, and I reach out with my left hand to jerk him up and down a few times to relieve some of the building pressure, squeezing the tip of his dick hard.
Osz smacks my hand away with a snarl, mentally conveying he doesn’t want my help, afraid he might come while not inside our mate—but he has no choice. He’ll come when I do because that’s how we’re wired. I back off and reposition my claws against Alexis’ right shoulder that’s facing me. My twin wraps his tongue three times around his cock, with enough length to pose the tip against our mate’s ass.
When her pussy seizes, Osz pushes one last time between the cleft of Alexis’ cheeks as I rake two sharp talons down her bicep. We all come at the same time, me filling up her cunt with my seed, her milking my cock dry, and my twin at her back. I shudder as our bond snaps back into place and more emotions flood my body and mind.
I come so hard and so much, that it drips out of her pussy and down the sides of my cock. Osz pulls his tongue out of her ass as Alexis relaxes a bit, her orgasm receding. He scoops up a bit of his cum with his tongue before snaking it into our mate’s mouth to feed her, and I groan at the sight. My brother is getting us hard again for his turn. I’m exhausted, but can’t deny the excitement of bringing Alexis to another peak.
Time for round two of claiming our mate.
OSZ
I come with the taste of my mate coating my tongue. My seed drips down the side of my cock, and I lick it up before snowballing it into Alexis’ mouth. Her tongue strokes mine as she mewls like she’s being served the most delicious food, and just like that, I’m hard again. Not that it would’ve taken much. Where my mate is concerned, I’m always ready, and I’ve yet to mark her.
Alexis pants as Vizruk lifts her off his cock. A wet ‘pop’ sounds around us when he finally pulls his length out of her warmth. My twin’s disappointment with the separation wars with his anticipation for when I fuck our mate. Although he won’t be inside of her, he’ll feel exactly what I am. It’s a curse and a blessing all at once.
“My turn.”
Alexis stares at me, her gaze glowing with banked passion. Even then, she bites her lip in uncertainty, her human nature getting the best of her as she wiggles in our lap. Images dance in my head from hers to mine, and I know she wishes that we were somewhere else—back in a place full of light with a shower to wash herself.
I see her naked, content under the warm spray, so different from the sinqol. There are no healing properties in this liquid, but still she finds peace underneath it. I wonder what other creature comforts she misses and how my twin and I can give her those things here in Vasuriad. As her mate, I want nothing more than to bring her happiness, but our dismal realm is nothing like Alexis’ home on Earth.
And it never will be.
It lacks the compatibility to have the type of technology her people have invented, and for a brief moment, I worry if our mate can truly be happy here. Vizruk bumps my shoulder, telling me without words that he knows what I'm thinking and to put my mind on the task at hand—marking and claiming my mate.
I shake my head, dispelling the negative thoughts. My twin is right. Alexis needs me, and I place my focus on the woman before me. Her glowing blue eyes are large, her gaze searching as she waits for me to make a move, no doubt wondering what I'm going to do next. My beautiful mate is very sheltered, but soon she will learn that there are no boundaries for a Vasura and his mate.
There’s nothing that should impede our passion, and while what my brother and I do is taboo in her land, nothing is forbidden in Vasuriad—the filthier, the better. The very land thrives off the dark kinks I share with my mate, just as I do. Her every moan of pleasure feeds the writhing mass of emotions inside of me—always hungry for the taste of her—and suddenly, I’m starving again.
I yank her toward me with a rough tug, snarling at Vizruk’s mental rebuke to be gentle. Fuck that. Alexis doesn’t want me to treat her like glass, and my brother is a fool if he thinks I would—could—ever hurt our mate. But I also know what she likes. That twinge of pain. That hint of sweet torture that sends her over the edge until she’s crying out my name.
My cock pulses at the thought, the tip already beading with pre-cum. I settle Alexis before it, facing me as I place her right leg between Viz’s and my torsos and her left leg along my right side. My length juts up, nearly long enough to nestle between her pale, large breasts. Alexis scoots forward, the heat of her pussy warming the base of my dick.
She learns forward, her hot breath blowing over me before she flicks her tongue out to lick the head of my cock. It jerks at the contact, and I tamp down the desire to cover every square inch of her flesh with my seed, inside and out. Alexis laps up the moisture there, mewling like a hungry kitten for me as I flex my ass cheeks hard to keep from coming.
Next to me, Vizruk smirks as he strokes his own dick, pulling it to the side as much as possible to give me space. It doesn’t help. Every sensation is on overdrive. There’s too much going on externally as well as internally. Feeling everything my twin does drives me mad, but still I refuse to give into the urge to lift Alexis and fuck her senseless.
You’re tormenting yourself for no reason.
I glare over at Vizruk, who grins even wider because I know he’s right. The fucker squeezes his dick hard, nearly shooting his load all over his hand, and I growl in warning.
Stop messing with me. I’m letting Alexis get comfortable.
Viz chuckles.Why, so you can make her uncomfortable?
He’s not wrong. I love pushing our mate past her human inhibitions, but I do want her to feel safe—cherished—when we join together. Ignoring my brother, I allow Alexis to continue at her pace. I choke when she swallows down a quarter of my length. Her hair shields her face, but I can imagine what her mouth looks like, all pink and stretched like her pussy when I’m deep inside of her.
Alexis hums, and I curse as the noise vibrates along my length. Her small hands join her lips, working my cock into a torrid state of need. A moan climbs up my throat that I’m unable to tamp down. It tumbles out against my will, the sound of my own desperation echoing around us. I don’t need Vizruk to taunt me—I’m doing a damn good job myself.
