Page 89 of Marked By Feral Monsters
I think about it for a second. I might always be a little colder than other humans. Am I even still human, fully? I don't know what I am now. All I know is, I'm real, and I'm here.
"Is that… is that okay? I'm sorry."
"I'm glad. You're not as cold as before, but your skin still feels… It's good. It feels so good."
"If you want me cold, I'll sleep in the ocean. If you want me warm, I'll walk through fire. I'll do anything for you." I kiss the back of her neck. She tilts her head toward me.
She's biting her lip. Her eyes are wide with worry, but her pussy is still dripping. I can feel her slick on my skin.
It's the best feeling in the world.
"But right now, he needs us," I say. We both look at Nix.
He's almost fully transformed. I don't think he planned this. Sweat drips from his forehead. He's hot as a blazing bonfire, eyes wild. I'm glad I'm still cold, to counteract all this heat.
I owe Nix everything.
His cock is receding into the cloacal hole between his legs. But my girl wants it. And if I'm being honest with myself, I don't feel jealous at all by that. I kind of want it, too.
So I reach out and press my fingers into his hole. Nix's wings pull in and then fan out again. He's almost fully covered in feathers. I feel the shape of his cock inside the warm core between his legs. I squeeze hard, grabbing hold of it nice and tight.
His whole body shudders.
"That's it, Eric. Keep doing that," Dina encourages.
I ignore the strange feeling, the oddness of holding another man's dick. But Dina is grinding her pussy on my leg. She's never been this wet, this turned on. And I owe Nixmorethan everything.
I squeeze him hard, my fingers curling around the shaft. He's so big they don't wrap all the way around. My mind wanders for a moment, because I've forgotten how big my own is, and now I wonder how mine compares.
That can wait.
"Nix, Dina needs you. She needs this," I emphasize, giving him an aggressive tug, reaching in deeper and stroking his length.
His golden eyes meet mine. He snarls. His fingers have turned to feathers. They swirl the wind around us as they shift and flap. We're in a furnace, a whirlwind, us three.
"Give us your cock, Nix." It pushes then recedes, a self-priming pump in my hand. But with each thrust it makes, it peeks a little further out of its hole. My hand is coated in some sort of liquid, not quite cum. It feels like the sweet slick betweenDina's legs. Less silky, more sticky. It's still slippery, though, making it difficult to pump, so I have to squeeze tighter.
"That's it, baby," Dina coos when his cock peeks out of the hole.
"Harder," Nix rasps. So I squeeze harder.
He's still in bird form, but he's coming back to us. I'm grateful when Dina takes over, and, since my hand is already covered in Nix's strange, sticky lubrication, I use it on myself.
My fingers don't touch as I wrap my hand around my cock, and I enjoy a moment of smug satisfaction that mine is nearly as big as his.
Palming Dina's ass cheeks, I spread them, exposing her tiny asshole. The little ring, only ever touched by me. With my slathered fingers, I push one, then a second finger, into her ass. She tenses when I breach the barrier, but she lets me in.
She always lets me in.
She pumps Nix's cock, fully engorged and emerging now, and his hips thrust into her hands. She uses two fists, twisting and squeezing, root to tip, dipping a little into his hole with each pass, which seems to make him shudder.
I feel a pang of jealousy until I realize, this is it.
Me and Dina.
Together, we take care of the man—the monster—who made all this possible.
Slowly at first, I work my cock into her ass, dipping in one inch at a time before pulling back out. In and out like this, so impossibly tight, her asshole squeezes me so hard I don't know how I don't come.
