Page 160 of Monster Daddies
Once I get her undressed, I will feast on the slickness between her quivering thighs. I will feast as though it’s my last fucking meal.
I land another smack to her left thigh, then apply a swift slap to the right one. Satisfaction fills me as I observe redness bloom on her flesh. Just as I suspected I would, I like seeing my marks on her.
“Oh!” She stills and shoots me an accusatory look. “How dare you? You don’t have the right to…” Her voice trails off as she glances out the open window. The wind is practically roaring now, the whispers more urgent.
Claim her, claim her, claim her.
That’s what the wind is telling me. I lament that she cannot understand the ancient tongue, though I’m heartened to know she can hear the voices of the gods on the wind. There’s something special about her. Humans aren’t supposed to hear the voices on the wind. What could her unusual ability mean?
I meet her eyes and cup the side of her face, while my other hand remains wedged between her thighs. The slickness of her arousal has already soaked through her pantalets, and the heat of it teases my fingers.
“You’re mine, Kiera.Mine. Now, are you going to obey? Or, shall I turn you over my knee and give you a more severe thrashing? Perhaps you need a good, hard spanking before I plunge my cock into your pussy and claim you as my mate. Perhaps a bit of pain will make you more compliant.”
“No, no, I-I don’t need a spanking. Please, no spanking.” She whimpers again. “I’ll obey you. I just, I’m sorry, but I forgot the exact words you wanted me to say.” She keeps pressing her center into my hand, her hips rising and falling as she attempts to create friction in her nether area.
“‘Papa, will you please remove my pantalets and stroke my bare pussy?’” I repeat. “Say it. Politely and sweetly. Say it, or I will follow through with that spanking. Little girls who don’t obey their Papas get punished, Kiera.”
More whimpers reverberate from her slender throat, and her hair becomes disheveled as her head thrashes around on the pillow a few times. Her need is mounting. That much is obvious. Her thighs tremble harder, and every few seconds, she moans and undulates her center into my hand.
She inhales a long breath, and I revel in the surrender I glimpse in her eyes. “Papa, will you please remove my pantalets and stroke my bare pussy?” The question escapes her as an urgent plea.
Papa. She just called mePapafor the first time. Though I’d prompted her to say it, I’m still filled with warmth. Tenderness for the little human swells inside me. For too long, I’ve yearned for an individual female to take care of, a female to guide and protect and cherish.
Now the gods have provided me with Kiera. They’ve provided me with a mate. Perhaps as a reward for thousands of years of service as a guardian. The constant loneliness that’s plagued me for ages starts to fade. Hope finally takes hold.
I grip her pantalets and tear the flimsy undergarment from her body. She gasps and stares down at her bare pussy in shock. I toss the shreds of fabric aside and focus on the slick, pink part of her that I ache to claim. Her nether lips are smooth and gleaming with her essence, and when I nudge her thighs wider apart, I’m rewarded with a glimpse of her distended clit.
I hover my fingers in front of her vulnerable, exposed center, and I wait until she meets my eyes. “Are you going to be an obedient Little girl and hold still while Papa checks to see how wet you’ve gotten?”
A fresh blush covers her face. “I don’t know if I can manage to hold still.” Her hips rise and fall as she aims her center toward my hovering fingers, which I’m quick to retract. Though I’m eager to touch her and claim her as mine, I intend to remain in control of the situation.
I remind myself that the forest can be a dangerous place, particularly for a human female, and she must learn to obey me in all things. If she’s in the habit of disregarding my orders, when a life-or-death situation arises, the end result could be catastrophic.
“You’d better try harder than that. Do you want Papa to spank you?” I arch an eyebrow at her, giving her the sort of severe look I usually reserve for mischievous forest sprites.
She releases a shuddering breath, and her eyes flutter shut as a look of intense focus settles upon her face. “I will try to remain still. I don’t want a spanking.”
“Good girl. Now, Papa is going to touch your pussy. Remember what happens if you move.” With a featherlight stroke, I run my digits through the seam of her glistening, swollen folds.
She cries out and her entire body tenses, but to her credit, she doesn’t move out of position. Her bottom remains planted onthe bed, and she doesn’t attempt to shift her center closer to my probing hand.
Gods. The feel of her. So soft, and she’s positively drenched. She might not be able to understand the whispers on the wind, but on some level, she’s aware that we’re mates. She became wet from my growls when she was on the altar, long before I first touched her. I could easily detect her excitement in the air, just as I can smell it now. I keep taking deep inhales as I savor her luscious scent.
“Hm, little girl. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
She mewls and her hands tighten on the covers. “Yes. I suppose I am.”
“The proper response is ‘Yes, Papa, I’m wet.’” I slow the caresses between her thighs as I await her compliance. I also take a moment to lift the skirt of her gown higher, leaving it to bunch around her waist.
“Yes, Papa, I’m wet,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes remain shut, and she keeps fisting the covers. My sweet Little girl is struggling to hold still. She’s struggling to obey.
“Not only are you wet, but your clit is beautifully engorged, and your nether lips are puffy and swollen too.” I withdraw my hand from her center, only to push her thighs wider apart, then I force her knees to bend slightly, and I lift her legs back. “Hold on to your legs please and keep yourself spread as wide as possible.”
She whimpers, emitting the tiniest noise of protest, but she’s quick to grasp her legs and assume the ordered position with her center more fully exposed. I growl as I lean down to study her slick core. My scrotum tingles and my cock lurches in my pants.
I imagine my human form without any clothing, and before I take my next breath, I’m fully naked. There’s no sign of my shirt, pants, or shoes anywhere. Kiera’s eyes are still pressed shut as she concentrates on remaining still, so she hasn’t yet noticed thechange. I clear my throat, and when she opens her eyes, her gaze immediately travels to my rigid appendage. She gasps.
I return my hand to her center, and I drag my fingers through her moisture with slow, sensual caresses. Her grasp on her legs falters a bit, but she remains in place during my careful exploration of her pussy. With precise swirls, I coat her clit in the abundant slickness from her core. But I’m not yet pressing down hard enough to draw a climax from her. I’m simply teasing her with the soft, coaxing touches.
