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I smile, another very real one. “I want your cock. I need it inside me so badly.”
“You think you get my cock?”
“Yes. I deserve it.”
“That’s right, my love.” He groans, flipping me over on my hands and knees, my arms resting on the back of the couch. “You deserve everything.”
I whimper his name as his tongue darts out, lapping at my pulsing core. My body is humming with the need to be stuffed so full it hurts.
When his cockhead breaches through my slit, I groan, rocking back on him.
His chuckle is a rumble in his chest. “Greedy little slit, so eager to be stretched.”
“Yes.” I gasp as he fills me to my limit. The rest of the way in takes time, easing until he spills. He fucks me, stretching, filling, and owning me as he goes. Pushing further and further. His tongue laps at my back, caressing my neck. Worshipping me the way only my monster can.
When his hand grips my hair, pulling it taut, I moan, my arousal dripping down my inner thighs, his tongue snaking down my spine, touching me somewhere it hasn’t yet. I gasp as he slips it inside the tight, puckered hole, my core clamping down on his cock as he fucks me harder. Slipping in deep enough to make me wince, but there’s a new sensation to focus on. Something I’ve never felt before, not even in my boredom here alone, when Oliver was gone.
He swirls the narrow appendage around just inside, and need once again, is coached from me. His cock a little over halfway seated. I writhe on him, his groans egging me on as I’m filled with his tongue and cock, taking them both feels so different, so full. The tiny soft barbs finding new ways to send me spiraling towards my climax. When it comes he follows, his tongue leaves my hole with a groan. His seed is warm as it fills me, stuffing me so full it runs out, covering our legs.
My body is shaking, spent from pleasure as he lifts me, holding me upright as he thrusts hard, burying himself inside me. The pain is instant, the scream carnal, but he’s still now. Letting my body relax, succumb to his domination of it. His hand moves round front teasing and circling my perked nipples through the thin fabric of my dress before he groans, jerking down the bodice exposing my flushed breasts to the air. His head dips, allowing his tongue to reach my nipples, his hands now focused on lifting and lowering me on his monstrous length. Using me as his own little fuck toy the way I want him to. My body too shaky to do so on my own. My DNA, my very being, mind and heart rewritten for the monster at my side. His tongue and fingers work in tandem on my clit and nipples, the other working me up and down on him. Moving me faster and harder until my body is ready for his hips to join the thrusts. My breasts heaving, pleasure washing over me in bludgeoning waves.
“I’m ready.” I gasp past my torrent of grunts and moans.
“My perfect girl.” He whispers, his tongue gifting me sweet kisses before he slips the rest of the way in, his thrusts becoming soft and shallow. That strange, pressing fullness I’ve come to love sending me soaring. The line between comfort and discomfort, pleasure and pain forever distorted.
“Oh god.”
“I am the only god you require sweet Cora.”
He comes with a roar and I follow, spiraling over the edge together as he fills me further. Stuffing my mouth with his tongue as he jerks his hips. Gagging, choking me on the appendage to muffle my torrent of screams.
When the pleasure passes, like always, I’m puddy in his hands, but I have never trusted anyone like I do Vosz. He doesn’t desire to mold me, but to guide me, walk and grow beside me regardless of the shape. I watch him as he carries me up the stairs, his eyes affixed to mine. Their milky white hue, so focused if it had been anyone else, I’d be worried he’d fall. After having this possessive, lovable monster, I’m ruined for any man or woman. I don’t care about the path or the details, only that nobody leaves.
He runs my bath, dutifully checking the temperature before lowering me in, cleaning between my aching legs with gentle adoring passes. Using his palm instead of a cloth that would rub the battered flesh too hard.
“Vosz…”
“Yes, my love?”
“Thank you.” My bottom lip trembles as his eyes meet mine, water filling them quicker than I can blink it away. “Thank you.”
His hand is wet as it brushes my hair off of my face, tilting my head back so he can see my face. “Goddesses, do not thank their subjects for worshipping them.”
My cheeks burn with color as I shift my eyes down, still not sure how to respond when he says things like that. My heart swirls with my stomach as his true tongue slips out again to grant me his unique brand of kiss on my forehead before he leaves to get us clean clothes. When my head hits the back of the tub, slipping my body further beneath the bubbles, I’m smiling and the butterflies in my stomach won't calm.
19
Unexpected Guest
I’msettledonthecouch, a cooling pad resting over my lower pelvis, surrounded by everything I could need when a knock comes from the front door. Vosz upstairs, the sound of the blow-dryer he can barely stand to use, means he probably isn’t coming down.
It’s odd and terrifying. Such a powerful creature could be wiped out with something as mundane as loud noises, certain pitches. I wince as I lift myself from the couch, walking more like a waddle towards the door when another more persistent knock comes again making me pause.
I can’t see the security monitor from here, the throbbing ache in my sex tells me it’s not worth walking all the way back as I reach the door, unlocking it when the dryer cuts off abruptly from upstairs.
“Cora, no!” Vosz shouts, but the door is jerked from my hand, nearly hitting me as it’s shoved in.
My eyes widen at the woman standing in my doorway, glaring at me with all the malice and contempt in the world. Her platinum blonde hair arranged perfectly in her signature high ponytail. My mouth gapes as the warm pressure of Vosz settles behind my back.
