Page 19 of Demon: Monsterverse
Pressing my lips together, I stifled a whimper. My inner thighs twinged. I had never been screwed like that before, and wow. Especially those tentacles. And I really shouldn’t be as fascinated about that glowing cum. Monster dick for the win—even though it should have killed me. I wet my bottom lip.
The massive cock should have ripped me in two. How had it not? He’d done something to me, he had to have.
A spike of heat throbbed through my pussy, and I wiggled, but it sent a shot of pain through my legs. I was too old to be sleeping on the ground, at least that was part of it, since the original soreness came from my thighs and well-fucked pussy.
I pressed my heels into the ground, curling my toes. I should stop thinking about how good it felt or I’d jump him again.
He lay on his side a foot away, arms curved toward me as if I’d rolled out of them. Since I spent so much time on my own, never sleeping with anyone, I’d probably inched away from him. A dim glow radiated from his runes, casting a soft lighting, just enough to see the outline of my feet.
The small cascading stream falling into the geyser echoed through the cavern. There must be a way the water exited the pool if it wasn’t overflowing. As I stood, twinges pinched my joints, and I tiptoed through the sand. I couldn’t see beneath the water with Tene’s runes so dim, so it was dark and spooky, but I would risk it. My body needed soothing. Plus, I didn’t like the way my thighs stuck together.
I would be fine as long as I stuck near the edge, and had seen nothing creepy when Tene’s runes illuminated it.
I slipped in and washed my body, working the hot water over my limbs. My sore, screaming muscles thanked me as I massaged them back to life. The ministrations alongside the warmth eased me back to the living. I lowered my hand, skimming my chest and dipping low until my fingertips grazed my clit. How was it possible I was already getting turned on after everything the monster had done? I slipped my pointer finger between the soft petals of my core, swirling gently.
Tipping my head back, I sighed. I’m surprised it didn’t hurt after everything my pussy had been through.
But I felt human. The soreness remained, but I no longer had the side effects from before—wooziness, lack of strength, and overall cramping that balled in my stomach.
In fact ... I felt great. I drew my fingers from my core on a whimper. Him inside me—what I needed now was control. I squeezed my eyes shut and speared my fingers through my hair. Sharp pain came from the tugs at my scalp.
When the monster fucked me, his dick had bulged through my stomach to where my skin had a slight glow from his cock. I wasn’t hungry or thirsty anymore, and the dizziness I’d attributed to being in the dark was gone.
Was I simply getting used to my environment this quickly?
Tene’s tail twitched, and he hissed in his sleep, his large shoulders rolling. The sand was dented with his body as he burrowed deeper and buried his claws within it.
What the hell was this inflating feeling in my chest?
I jerked. Giddiness.
About him?
A monster?
This was too weird. Okay, it was weird enough I enjoyed banging him—way too much—but now he was making me giddy?
I groaned and rubbed my face, trying to get myself back to reality. He’d tried to off me before my frantic grasp at survival.
Water slushed down my body, dripping to the ground as I stepped over the uneven surface to where my mound of clothing awaited. Thank God I’d had the foresight to take it off before everything happened.
Gathering my hair in my hands, I wrung the strands out as best I could and shook the water from my limbs. I was still damp, but it would do.
The skirt of my dress settled over my legs, and I pulled my shoes back on, then turned my attention to the demon.
My body gravitated to him. I shuffled from foot to foot as I stared down at him. It was so weird and didn’t make sense, but it took a lot out of me not to lay against his body. I craved him—violently.
My gaze dropped to his hips. It was as it had been when I first saw him, his cock and tentacles hung between his legs, but I wanted to coax him to life.
I’d evidently thrown myself down the deep end.
I crouched beside him and hovered my hand over his chest, my palm burning to touch him. This was impossible, Bridget, whatever thesefeelingswere, needed to be extinguished. I licked my lips.
It felt like when my legs fell asleep as I hovered near him, and if I gave in and touched him, that sensation would be soothed. So, I touched him. It was like a magnet.
He groaned, runes flaring at the contact.
“Tene?”
