Page 36 of Welcome Home
The milky translucent hue to his skin is carried throughout his daunting frame, his upper body bulked and muscular, with a lower half to match. His fists are clenched tightly as he pants above me, hands larger than my face. I can see the faint inhale and exhale of…twosets of lungs within him. Working in tandem, making his breathing seem labored, but there’s no visible nose on his long face. His milky white eyes expanded to fit the new size, horizontally adorning his face. He has no ears, but a large mouth stretching from one side of his face to the other and when he speaks, it stays… motionless.
“I warned you, I am not pretty.”
He’s right, he’s certainly not pretty. Not in any remotely traditional sense, but still… I find myself wanting him just the same. The overwhelmingly large, corded muscle and masculine body matches his cock, which is missing oddly. I frown at the place it should be, yelping when the bulged and pulsing groin area opens, letting his heavy cock flop out, standing at attention above me. Demanding me.
He’s a monster in the truest sense of the word.
My mind wanders to the body at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, how… thrilled I am still knowing it’s there.
I’m a monster too.
I’m bare and still as a stone when he bends before me, his heavy cock settling on me as that long tongue dips out dragging against my lips, cleaning the blood from them as he promised. My own tongue follows behind, tasting him. His mouth won’t allow for a kiss in any real sense and the sharp teeth there make me reluctant to try. It takes a few more licks for my brain to catch up… this is his version of a kiss and he’s lavishing me in them. My moan cut off abruptly as I’m lifted off the floor. He positions me with my legs around his waist, as far as they can go at least. My core grinding on the thick wide base of his length.
I whimper and writhe on him, the tips of his sharp claws poking my tender flesh as he controls my hips, covering himself in my arousal.
“I don’t care.” I gasp out as I tighten, my own orgasm quickly approaching.
“About?” he growls, his tongue lashing at my peaked nipples as I grind harder into him, chasing the pleasure his ribbed cock offers.
“If you’re pretty. I want you Vosz, I-“ my words end in a scream as my orgasm slams into me unexpectedly, my head canting backwards as I twitch and grind. Soon when my body threatens to go slack, he uses me, lifting me higher away from him, holding my waist in one hand as he fucks me with his tongue.
“I love you, my sweet Cora. If I die tomorrow, it was a hell worth living to hear those words from you.”
I had more, so much more to say but the words evade me as he works me over, swirling his tongue inside me, twisting and dipping, thrusting until I’m at the brink only to prod a little too far, stretch a little too far keeping me on the edge of nirvana. He denies me the plunge. Over and over until my tears soak my reddened cheeks, my hair plastered to the sweat on my forehead.
“Vosz, I need your cock, please!” I cry out as he removes his tongue, lowering me to match his height. He doesn’t answer just yet, pausing to run his tongue through the stream of my tears.
“You need it so badly, don’t you, sweet Cora? You need your monster’s cock to stretch your pretty little cunt wide open? Will you take all of me this time, my love? Does your cunt need all of me?”
“Yes! God, please, give me all of it!”
My mouth gapes in a silent scream as he shunts the daunting appendage deep inside me, no gentle bobbing no working me up, he forces his cock in, cradling me lovingly to his hulking form as pain rips through my pleasure.
“Shhhh, now my love. Your little slit is stretching so well. Take it all in.”
I whimper, inhaling the deep ether like a smell, something oddly sweet too, like burned sugar. I dip my tongue out, tasting him before adding kisses there. Wild and messy as he begins to back out. Soon enough, the pain eases, but he’s nowhere near all the way in. I lean back as he uses me, holding my weak body as he fucks me down on him, his thrusts becoming more forceful as I open up for him. Trusting him not to hurt me in any permanent way. My arms look silly as I throw them around his neck, kissing his elongated jaw.
“I love you.” I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I’m sure I mean them. At least that’s what I tell myself. I am a liar after all. It would be insane to be in love with a monster, one that’s holding you captive. One that’s eaten your dead husband. One that’s fucking you to the brink of insanity.
One of his large hands leaves their vice like clamp around me to grip my hair forcing my head back, I don’t flinch when he snarls. His mouth opening, baring his teeth at my throat. One of their sharp points nicking my flesh. Pictures fall around us, allowing glass to shatter the floor as I’m heaved against the wall, his cock plunging in and out of me. “Fuck you’re perfect. You’re mine.”
“Yes.” I moan, my core gripping and spasming around his girth as I explode again, screaming with his name on my lips. This time when he slips in deeper, I hiss in pain but welcome the stretch. My body doesn’t lock up but loosens, accepting him greedily. His roar rumbles in his chest as he spills, the warm jets of his come filling me until he thrusts again, forcing some out. It’s messy. The thought of it makes me want him even more.
He moans, I’d never known men moaning could be sexy, much less a monster, but my chest flutters all the same. He sinks deeper, some of the girth lessened as he came, but barely so. Vosz doesn’t stop fucking me, his cock fighting my body for dominance, demanding acceptance. When he leans me back slightly, finding another angle where my body can accept more of him, I can’t peel my eyes from his daunting form. The primal, yet loving way this creature worships my body. Pain is bleeding into pleasure and pleasure into pain. I lose my body and mind to the waves of them both.
“Look at my deviant girl, taking all my cock.”
I gasp, my head snapping forward, my mind finally coming back around. There’s an odd fullness to my lower belly, an exquisitely deep pressure. His thrusts are measured, delicate here. Each one delivered with the utmost care. I take a deep breath, knowing if he goes harder, he will hurt me. But he doesn’t. Vosz takes me slowly, with shallow thrusts teasing me to the edge again. When his hand cups my face, tilting it away from the mesmerizing view of his alien cock buried in my puffy and swollen sex. “Open.” He whispers. If you could call a sound like that a whisper.
I do, either way. Opening for whatever he decides to give me, knowing I’ll love it. The pressure releases slightly, letting me work back up again to that impending orgasm without being stuffed so full. He’s pulled out and his thrusts are picking up momentum again as his tongue swirls the rim of my lips adoringly, the way you’d kiss someone you love.
I’m not ready when he slips it inside my mouth, exploring it, but I welcome every touch. When my lips close around the appendage, sucking it greedily, he growls fucking me harder, leaving my sweat and seed covered breasts heaving between us. I gag around him as my core clamps down, another climax being wrung from a body that has nothing left to offer. He follows, filling me up again so full it gushes from around us. He withdraws his tongue, allowing me to go limp in his arms. When I wiggle trying to dislodge him from inside me, all I get is a growled response.
He's gentle, so unbelievably gentle as he lays us down on the bed, running his large, clawed fingers through my permanently tangled mass of hair. My hands tremble slightly as I reach up for him, his colossal form covering me like a mountain, he smiles…at least his version of a smile. It’s a terrifying grimace of deadly teeth, but I offer him a smile in return. Vosz lowers his head to my hands, letting me explore.
“Can you see me?” I whisper, running my fingers along the edges of his wide, stretched eyes.
“I can see you in colors man has yet to discover and you Cora are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
