Page 46 of Marked By Feral Monsters
I land on the gigantic bed with a bounce. I've never felt something so soft. My furs back home pale in comparison to this.
But that's not home anymore. This is.
And maybe while on the way here, though I had no regrets leaving the village, I wondered if coming here was the right choice.
But those doubts are long gone.
Ulack is perfect for me. Non-judgmental. Kind. Wild, fun, carefree.
I tried to stick a finger in someone's ass once. They didn't like it, so I never tried again.
I just fisted Ulack, and he came like a geyser.
This is crazy. But I've never felt so alive.
And horny, and wet, and desperate for him to fuck me harder than I've ever been before. I don't have to say anything; he knows what I'm feeling. He can smell it or see it on my face. He can read me better than anyone I've ever known.
He kneels on the ground beside the bed and spreads my legs, bending my knees so my feet are flat on the bed. Swiping a thick finger into the pooling cum on my belly, he drags it down, mixes it with the slick at my core, swirling and teasing, before slipping his finger lower and pressing into my ass.
Slowly at first, gentle thrusts that nudge my entrance, before pushing all the way in. The invasion is welcome, but I wasn't expecting him to start there, so I can't help but clench against it.
He holds his finger in my ass perfectly still, while I squirm and beg. He ignores me and does the same with his other hand. Scooping cum off my belly and swirling it, then prodding my entrance. Then his thick finger pushes in, impaling my pussy. I'm so wet, there's no resistance, but the pressure is a lot.
This is not the Ulack from the waterfall who teased and played. This Ulack is delirious. His eyes are hooded, gaze hazy, like he just came and all functioning brain activity has reduced him to a basic, primal beast. He snarls, and I clench against his two fingers, an invisible cord connecting them, pulled tight deep inside me, locking together my clit, my pussy walls, the sensitive nerve endings in my ass. It's all tense and holding.
"Breathe."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
And then he fucks me.
Fast.
Hard.
I'm so full.
I was so afraid I'd never have this again. Not just his perfect, thick fingers, but someone who understands me, who doesn't judge me.
Faster and faster he thrusts, alternating rhythms. I scream and thrash. He keeps going, unrelenting. And just when I'm getting used to the pressure, my body relaxing around the double invasion, he slows, and I feel a third finger prodding at my pussy.
I tense. "It's too tight," I rasp. Wanting it, but not sure I can take it. "I don't think it'll fit. It won't fit."
"It'll fit, Eden. Just relax. Take a deep breath."
I do. But I'm still scared.
I've always wanted more. Bigger, fuller.
And that's what he's offering. Gently, carefully, thoughtfully—but without holding back. That third finger keeps teasing, even though there's no room for it.
But this exchange, where we take care of each other—it means everything to me.
So I take another deep breath. My lungs expand. And as I exhale, he switches his fingers, index for middle, then pulls his other finger out of my ass. Then, slowly, stretches me wide, pushing two fingers into my pussy, and it's… I don't know what this is.
Too much?
Yes.
