Page 165 of Monster Daddies
As thoughts of revenge swirl in my head, he resumes dragging the broad tip of his shaft through my nether folds. He also spreads me wide again and taunts my bottom hole with light taps.
“Please, Papa.” I know if I want any relief, I must give him what he wants. I must continue begging. “Please. I-I need to feel you inside me. All the way. Please finish claiming me.”
He mercifully abandons my back hole, and he resituates his grip on my bottom, though he’s not holding me spread so wide that it hurts. “Beg me to fill you with my seed.” His voice is thick with desire, and I pray it means he’s on the verge of losing control.
Suddenly lightheaded, I inhale a few deep breaths and blink fast to clear my vision. I glance over my shoulder at Silas, the huge, antlered forest guardian who’s about to become my mate. My Papa.
My pulse quickens and heat pulses harder between my thighs. He’s still dragging his shaft through my moisture. He meets my eyes and releases a dominant growl, and I find myself lowering my head in a show of submission.
I consider the perfect words to say, the perfect plea that will sway his mind and prompt him to push past my maidenhead and claim me fully and properly.
“Please, Papa.” I give a pitiful whimper. “Please push all the way inside me, pound me, and fill me with your seed.” If he refuses my plea this time, I’m not certain what I’ll do.
When he releases a satisfied groan and starts pushing his cock into my pussy, tears of relief burn in my eyes. It’s finally happening. I hope.
He pauses at my maidenhead, however, and my spirits begin to plummet. But then he tightens his grip on my bottom and says, “Hold on to the covers, little girl.” His voice comes out strained. “Once I’m inside you, I don’t believe I’ll manage any more slow thrusts. My need for you is too great. This is going to be fast and rough.”
I clutch the covers tight and hold my breath as I await that first, brutal drive into my pussy. He tenses and draws in a deep breath. Then his hips jolt forward, and he rams his huge, thick appendage into the very depths of my core. I cry out at the brief sting, and I moan as his scrotum impacts my clit.
He’s not gentle. He immediately sets a punishing pace of claiming me, pounding me with abandon as his growls reverberate throughout the cabin. With each ruthless thrust, his scrotum keeps striking my clit, and the friction causes pleasure to coil more fervently in my core.
Thefullness. I gasp at the repeated invasion in my aching core. He’s so large, I’m not certain how I’m managing to accept his size, but I’m glad we’re compatible.
The sounds of his pleasure wash over me, heightening my own excitement. His growls, snarls, and groans cascade through me, a testament of his burning need to claim me.
Somehow, his cock swells larger inside me, and I cry out as the slight discomfort fuels my arousal and sends me hurling toward another climax. I tear at the covers in a rapturous frenzy of longing. I whimper when my insides clamp down almost painfully hard on his thickness, but again the slight pain feeds my pleasure. I undulate into him as I revel in the waves of a lengthy orgasm.
In the end, I’m left panting breathlessly in the aftermath of my climax while he continues ramming his hugeness into my core. His pace increases, and his growls become deeper. The bedframe rattles against the wall, and the wind howls louder, as though nature, or perhaps it’s the gods, approve of our coupling.
Just when I think I can’t take another thrust, Papa explodes inside me, filling me with spurts of his warm seed. He snarls through his release, and I’m shocked by how long it goes on. I’m shocked by the volume of his emissions. As he continues filling me, some of his seed trickles down my inner thighs.
As he leans over me, he stills suddenly. The throbbing of his cock gradually slows, though he remains submerged in my depths, and his length still feels huge. According to my married friends, a man is supposed to become soft after he ejaculates, but I’m starting to wonder if Papa is different.
He’s not human. He’sother. He’s an ageless forest guardian. Maybe he doesn’t need a break between sessions of lovemaking.
I almost cringe at my own thoughts.Lovemaking. I wouldn’t call what just happened between us lovemaking. It was more likesavage fucking. I think of his stag form, which for all I know might be his truest form.
He mounted me from behind. He rutted me like the beast he is, and gods help me, but I liked it. I craved his touch and hungered for his roughness.
He slowly withdraws from my pussy, and I wince at the soreness. My legs go weak, and despite my hold on the covers, I fear I’m about to collapse on the floor. But Papa lifts me off the bed and scoops me into his arms. He holds me close and nuzzles his nose to mine, then he kisses my forehead. I melt and bask in the affection that swells between us. It’s stronger than ever, and I think it must be our mating bond.
He carries me to a plush chair and sits down, cradling me in his lap and placing more kisses on my forehead and my cheeks. His face hovers close to mine, and our eyes meet. I wait with bated breath, hoping he’ll kiss me.
A real kiss.
I muse that it’s a tad backward that he’s already claimed me as his mate—a steady stream of his seed continues to drip from my core—but we haven’t yet shared a real kiss.
His eyes twinkle, and my heart soars at the sight. I sense his happiness, and I daresay it mirrors my own. His hopefulness also matches mine. Hours ago, I was trembling in fear, thinking I was about to get murdered by a demon. Instead, a forest guardian stole me off the altar and took me to his secret cabin high in the mountains, and now we’re mates. Papa and Little girl.
Outside, the wind whispers, and the words start to make sense. It’s strange because I don’t know the individual words, but I’m beginning to comprehend the meaning.
Silas the Guardian. Kiera the Brave. Together you will defeat the Nameless One. Silas will guard the forest, and Kiera will nurture the land. Stay together. Stay together…
Papa tenses, and I know he must detect a warning in the whispers. The same warning I sense. Who is the Nameless One? I’m tempted to ask, but I don’t want to break the tender moment we’re sharing. I’m still hopeful he’s about to kiss me.
At last, he leans closer and presses his lips to mine.
Chapter Eight
