Page 28 of Welcome Home
His eyes fall to my sex, his hand ensuring my legs stay wide for him despite the overbearing need to hide. “See or feel my sweet Cora?”
“Both.”
“Very curious tonight, accepting…. What changed?” The innate vulnerability in his voice takes me back.
My hand whispers the length of his cock, making it jump against me. “I thought someone else had you.” The admission is oddly freeing, in light of its blatant insanity.
“I will let you feel it, but only if you promise to close your eyes.”
I open my mouth to protest before he cuts me off, the needy serious note in his voice settling between my legs. “I am only barely holding back for you. I’m not… in control fully and Cora my love, your monster is not a handsome one.”
The memory of his strange tongue prodding my insides makes me agree with little to no argument despite my desire to see it. I wrench my eyes closed tightly, canting my head backwards towards the high ceiling. My mouth gaping wide as that strange serpent like tongue writhes over my sex. His movements rushed, frantic, like he’s dying to taste me, and I’m dying to be tasted. The soft textured sides brush across my clit as he ruts, his cock bumping into me as if he can’t help himself. Suddenly the size is far less scary. Suddenly I don’t mind the idea of being split in half by him.
When the narrow tip of his tongue slips into my core it makes me buck my hips, begging for more of him. Urging him deeper but he just groans, swirling his tongue just inside my entrance in a cruel tease. “Let’s,”Ohmyfuckinggod, “let’s move to the bedroom.” I gasp out between moans more befitting a porn star than me.
My hands fly out, barely catching myself from peaking down at him when he withdraws, his speech slightly off, like the tongue wasn’t made to be contained in the face he’s wearing. “I need to take you here.” His breath fans my soaked, pulsing core. My hands wiggling their way through the gelled strands of his hair, making me miss its softness when it’s free from product.
“Why?”
“You think of him here, that won’t do. It won’t do until there’s nothing left of your memory but me. I’ll corrupt it all, take it all because all of you belongs tome.” The growled words ring in my ears more than every other muttered at the stuffy altar we were married on. My chest swelling dangerously as he drives back into me all at once. His fingers muffle my scream as he feeds them to me. I suck hard, swirling my tongue across the digits, loving the taste of myself on him.
He fucks me with his long tongue, touching all the places I never knew existed inside me until he goes too far, making me wince. It doesn’t take him but a second to replace the pain with pleasure, pushing in again further but at a different angle. I tighten, my sex clasping around his tongue, needing something more… something thicker. “Too deep.” I groan, tugging at his hair.
He eases up but makes no move to back out. The pressure is odd but the longer he writhes the better it becomes, my body adjusting to the deepness of it. His hand creeps up, running his fingers through my arousal slicked thighs as his tongue works me over, building up to what will no doubt be another chemistry altering orgasm. I’m not ready for it, lost to my own bliss when his fingers join his tongue inside me, not one or two but three of them, shoving in all at once. The bite of pain from the sudden intrusion makes me cry out, bucking into it. Pushing him further than I can take, he’s ready. Vosz is ready for everything. He compensates for my eagerness withdrawing ever so slightly to let me fuck myself on his tongue and fingers. He’s a skilled artist, crafting me anew for himself in measured, adoring strokes. Spreading his fingers slowly, stretching me.
His free hand roams my stomach before his fingers grasp my hardened nipple, rolling it. My back arches up off the stairs, my eyes popping open as I explode on his tongue, screaming out my orgasm. He’s lost in it too, drinking down everything I give him, but I broke our agreement. My body stills despite the spine shattering pulses of pleasure as I stare down at him. His skin, Oliver’s skin, is split like a zipper, allowing what he wants through, like that shitty Halloween zipper face makeup everyone did a few years back, only this isn’t makeup it's real. There’s no badly glued on zipper, only a hint of his vibrant blood. It’s like the opening on the back of a Halloween mask, a perfect split. I’m breathing heavily, my eyes glued to the sliver of milky white, translucent skin behind the split. Not too different from his cock, but more opaque. Veins line his inner face, sharp bone structure makes up his jaw. Despite not being repulsed, as I had expected to be, the sight of his sharpened teeth elicits a shudder.
Vosz’s white eyes snap to me all at once, making me whimper from the sudden extraction of his tongue. It looks like a long tentacle, minus the sucker pads. The sides are barbed and it’s an even hazier opaque than his skin, thick at the base and narrow at the tip. So, so long.
A growl rips from his throat as he goes to turn away from me. My knees wobble as I shove up from the stairs, gripping onto his shirt. “Don’t.”
He turns away still, only allowing me a side profile as he struggles to pull the tongue back inside a face that doesn’t fit it. My lips part, my nails poking into my palms as the skin re-knits, smoothing back over the opening like magic. “You’re a liar Cora.”
I ignore him, my eyes falling to a similar opening at the base of his cock, the remnants of Oliver’s version looks like a thumb at the base, split down the center and opened up to reveal his. I open my mouth to speak, but fuck if I know what to say.
“I told you I wasn’t-“
My knees hit the hardwood roughly as I drop to them, alarmed by my own acceptance, wishing I better knew how to show him that… I didn’t mind. That the words he said, his actions mean more to me than his differences. That I wanted to see more. I can’t think of a single reassurance to give him, another thing to hate Oliver for. Years in an emotionally abusive relationship have left me painfully stunted.
A dark crease is all that’s left where Oliver’s face had opened as he jerks to a stand, towering over me. Putting himself right where I need him, “Cora-“
His words cut off in a grunt as I slip my tongue out, running it up the base of his textured cock. His hands quickly gather my hair using it to hold me hostage. I’d never thought milky white eyes like that would be very expressive, but what I see in them fills my stomach with butterflies.
12
Monsters
Vosz
There was never so much as an inkling of doubt in my mind that the blue-eyed goddess at my feet was perfection, but I’d never thought there was a chance of acceptance. From the moment I consumed him, his memories became mine, she became mine. I’d accepted this skin would be the only one I would show her and when it came her time to age, I would find ones to match until the end. Then I would follow her there too. Not even death would be allowed to separate us. She saw parts of me I didn’t intend for her to, my cock for the first time, extruding without my permission. Her hot mouth and full lips take in the tip of it, making it twitch. The overwhelming sensation drives all thought from my brain, replacing it with the carnal desperation I’d only just managed to get a hand on. My need to be so fucking deep inside her it rewrites the very code she’s written in. The soft arrowed tip slips in and out of her mouth, teasing me the way I’d teased her. I gift her a guttural growl in response, the edges of her mouth turning up in a smirk.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Cora sucks me in as deep as she can, gagging herself on my girth. Her small hands leave her core where she had been grinding on them to wrap around my length. Neither of them fit. Her pretty eyes welled with tears as she takes me deeper, breathing in soft pants out of her nose. Pleasure like I’ve never thought possible overwhelms me, assaulting from all angles.
“Fucking heavens.” I moan, canting my head back before I feel a tug on my face.
Fucking seams.
