Page 57 of Marked By Feral Monsters
And it's fucking thrilling. I can't think; I can barely breathe. But I know I'm safe. It's so freeing.
Zair lets my knees drop, allowing my legs to drape open, and he uses his other hand to cover my eyes.
One wrapped around my throat, the other around my eyes, and all I can do is feel. Listen.
Skin slapping. Squelching pussy. Heat. Spots in the back of my eyes. Darkness. Lack of oxygen. Thrusting cock.
Clarity.
That's what comes next, because all that's left is what I can feel.
And Zair shifts his hips and starts rolling them, so each thrust pushes up, his huge cock pressing into me just right, thestrange flat tip dragging like a fat fucking soda can inside me. The angle of his pelvis hits my clit again, but unlike the constant vibration of the toy, the tapping is rhythmic yet spaced out.
And the pleasure builds again.
"My god mouse, you feel—oh, fuck, you feel like a queen.Myqueen. So tight, so perfect. Your cunt is… oh, oh fuck!" Zair grunts, rolling his hips. His praise, the adoration, it's like another layer of pleasure. He keeps fucking me like this. Hands over my eyes, closed around my throat. Hips tilting. Clit tapping. Cock stroking.
The build is deeper than before. Visceral.
He's punishing with his pace. It starts from inside me this time, low in my belly.
And then he thrusts harder. Like his slaps earlier—the scary, forceful kind, that hurt—but it's the surprise of it more than the pain. He beats my pussy into submission, just like he promised.
And I'm coming.
I let out a growl, like a gurgle, inelegant and needy. His hard, steely cock practically vibrates inside me. My pussy strains around his girth. We're pressed so close together. His body overpowers me, monstrous and strange. But I let him do it. I let him take control.
It's like being liberated from self-imprisonment.
Ecstasy overwhelms me. Squirting, wet, and messy. Powerful. I've no control over my body, and I shake and scream while I come. The most relieving, gratifying, fulfilling pleasure of my life pisses out of me. It doesn't pour, that's too delicate for what this is.
This is feral.
My heart feels like it bursts, and all the tension inside me, all my stress, releases with it. Zair shudders with me, losing his composure, breaking scene.
"Yes, Calista! Yes!" Zair begins to come, and I'm still along for the ride. He lets go of my throat, and I gasp a breath, but still can't see with his palm over my eyes.
Then his free hand comes to my clit, and it's too fucking much. What had numbed from the vibrator comes back to life while he flicks my sensitive bud. My legs clench around Zair and I come again, orstill, while he pumps once, twice, hard, upward motions with his hips. Once more, thrust, grunt.
With a final, deep roar and the strange vibrations from his minotaur growl singing through every inch of me, I swear I enter a different plane.
The hot spray of his come coating my insides brings me back down to earth.
Then, it all stops.
He's panting above me.
He moves his hand, and the room is dark again, my eyes no longer adapted to the faint light and shadows. All I see are horns and a wide, scary, snarling mouth. Sharp teeth.
But his eyes are soft, smiling. He shakes his head, eyes widening, like he's surprised. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but shakes his head again instead.
He shimmies down my body, and then I feel his long, thick tongue licking my pussy. Not pleasuring me, but cleaning me up. Like a cat bathing in the sun. Languidly. He licks, lapping up our cum.
His mouth is too big to kiss, but he showers my body with affection with his tongue. It's too much.
I suck in a breath, and I do the one thing I've held off for so long: I start bawling.
He doesn't panic.
