Monster’s Bride Read Online Stasia Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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“Suck,” he repeats.

And God help me, I do. Which confuses me as much as it seems to please him. I’ve just decided he’s some sort of horrible masochist serial-torturer. So why the hell do I feel a buzz between my legs right now? He should not be turning me on. None of this should be turning me on!

Another noise emits from his chest, but it’s not a chuckle this time.

His wings, which have gone slack since he first flared them out to their full wingspan like a morning stretch when we entered the room, have been slack again at his sides since he sat down.

But as my lips close around his thumb, and I apply the slightest pressure to clean it of the meat’s juices, they flare to life again, fluttering around him in a mad flurry.

“Now I will reward my consort. When she does well, rewards follow.”

I barely realize what’s happening, chewing and swallowing quickly when I’m lifted by my waist up off of my knees and onto—

My ass plunks onto the table in front of him with a thud. He apparently shoved the plate off the table with his wing even as he lifted me up to put in front of him in its place.

Wait, by reward, does he mean…

Unceremoniously, he yanks my hips open. And ya know, since all I’ve got on is my birthday suit, I’m immediately exposed to him.

Is he really just going to— Here?

I look around. Somebody had to cook this giant hunk of meat we were eating this morning, right? Or did he do it?

“Hey!” I grab his horns when he dips toward the apex between my legs, my cheeks flaming. I’m so confused right now. Sometimes, he seems good-natured, almost playful. But when he took me downstairs… Those screams…

He pauses, arching one of those devilish eyebrows at me. “Do you not want your reward? Because I promise it is far nicer than my punishments.”

Wait, wait, wait? What?

“Punishments?” I squeak.

He nods, and the unholy light in his eye burns. Right before he leans down and that long, leonine tongue of his—

I immediately drop my elbows back to the long table at the still-unexpected sensations that the feel of his tongue… there… brings.

I think I swear a blue streak, but again, I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything. It feels like my head floats a little away from my body. Not because I want to escape what’s happening to me, but simply because I can’t believe how good what he’s doing feels.

It’s wrong that it feels so good. I shouldn’t like it so much.

I very much shouldn’t like it when this morally questionable captor-like monster—oh! I shudder in pleasure as his tongue licks inside my depths. With that long, long tongue of his. It’s not just long. It’s strong.

So strong and the way he snuffles around my pussy… Like the scent of me makes him mad to taste me even more. To get more of me on his tongue.

I shouldn’t like it.

Shouldn’t like that he’s a messy eater.

He smears his lion’s face back and forth, motorboating my pussy and then pulling my ass up off the table to get me deeper in his mouth, to plunge further.

My back is flat against the table now, he’s knocked me back in his ferocious pussy-eating.

And as the pleasure rises within me, I can only have the disloyal thought that this was part of my body that disgusted Drew.

He liked it when I went down on him, but he always refused to do the same for me. Women “smelled funny” down there, to use his words. And he didn’t like that I didn’t shave it.

Maybe if I kept it tidier, he said once. So I tried to shave. But I couldn’t really do it very well, the way my spine was curved, and it just got almost immediately spikey instead of smooth—which he complained about, too. And then he didn’t want to have sex at all. Except for blowjobs. Which frankly, at that point, had felt like a relief.

So, there is just absolutely no precedent for what I’m experiencing in this moment. Being so voraciously eaten out by someone—who, for as sloppy as he is—really seems to know what he’s doing. Or maybe he just really enjoys it, and that makes up for all the rest. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. My spine shudders as pleasure begins to quake through me.

Even harder as, oh God, yes, his nose starts snuffling and sucking on my clitoris. And while his teeth are terrifying, he’s flattened them so that they don’t feel dangerous even as he opens his maw so he can lick and press his gums against my whole pussy.

And his tongue.

Dear God, that rough, perfectly textured tongue of his as he drags it in and out of me. Along all my inner walls. And then darting inside me again to thwang against those needy spots I never even believed were inside me. Like my G-spot. Which I seriously thought was just fiction before this very moment.


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