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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Her body is so yielding, even if she tries to remain stubborn with her face turned away. And I delight in hearing her soft gasp as the gush begins. The pad of my finger soon turns wet.

My cock pulses, and a small bit of gush gathers at the tip. With my other hand, I reach down and swipe it up with my thumb. Then I rub it all along her bottom lip.

She gasps, and for a moment, her head turns my way and our eyes connect.

I push my thumb inside her little mouth.

“If you are stubborn and will not speak,” I growl. “I am happy to keep your mouth otherwise occupied. Now suck.”

Her eyes are wide. While she does not suck my thumb as I command, her little mortal tongue does come out to swipe at my thumb as if her curiosity cannot help but taste what I have offered.

Which sets off something in me I do not expect.

Because suddenly I must know.

I have only seen the obscene act in pictures. Moving pictures Creator-Father sometimes allowed me to watch.

I have to know. My wings flare out, and I rise off the ground until my pulsing cock is no longer at the height of her pussy but at her sweet mouth.

My heart is pounding out of control as I bob before her lips.

“Say no,” I growl.

But she just arches one of those wicked little eyebrows and reaches up with both hands to grasp me. Her little hands don’t have a hope of making it around my wide girth. But oh, fuck do they feel good on my shaft. Even though she cannot put even an iota of the pressure I do when I yank myself to relief on occasion.

But then she—

Oh fuck. She pulls me forward to her mouth and opens wide.

At first her little lips are like a kiss, right at my bulbous head’s slit. And then she licks like a kitten might.

My head hits the ceiling as I lose control of my wings momentarily. But I don’t care. Oh gods and devils and all other deities on this earth and any other— Just let her do that again.

She giggles, and then does as I ask.

Her tongue is like silk. Silk on a monster shaft should feel like nothing. A mere breeze. I shouldn’t be able to feel it. But instead, oh fuck, I do feel it. I feel it like every nerve ending is shocked awake with pleasure.

And when she swallows only the bulbous head of my cock in her mouth, probably the most of me that will ever fit in this particular hole, again my flight goes frantic.

Which makes me pop in and out of her mouth. Effectively fucking it.

She grasps my shaft tighter to hold me in place, and I growl, absolutely losing it between the press of her slight little consort’s fingers and the pop of re-entering her sweet mouth. For she sucks hard every time I am in her mouth, and her kitten’s tongue licks and I—

Oh fuck, I—

My gush explodes into her mouth, the overflow down her chin and breasts a glowing liquid waterfall.

I lose my flight completely and crash onto the counter beside her, no doubt making a dent in the damn thing. But she has so flummoxed me.

She giggles, and I barely have the energy to keep my eyes open as my chest spasms, the aftershocks sending extra gush pulsing out of my cock. I only wish I was able to keep my flight so I could still be in her mouth.

Distantly, I remember I was supposed to be making some point.

I’ve been trying to teach her obedience of some sort.

So why am I the one curled over and panting on Creator-Father’s fancy countertops?

I can’t care, I have just been so well fucked. And when I look over at my Hannah-consort, I cannot say I am displeased to see her covered mouth to breasts, dripping to her sweet little cunt in my gush.

Chapter Thirty-Five

ABADDON

I am displeased, however, when she continues not to speak to me.

She is attempting to bend me to her will. The mere thought of it is ludicrous.

“Is this about my brothers?” I ask after two longs days of silence, when we are dining. I have come to like hearing her voice—or any voice other than mine and Romulus’s. I feel it deeply now that she has taken it away again, and I am returned to silence.

She looks pointedly at me and nods.

Anger spikes in my chest. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I roar. That she would be so stubborn over my brothers! “I told you everything has been tried with them.”

She rises from the table where we have been dining in the Great Hall. I allowed her a chair since I decided she is not like Creator-Father’s consort, so I don’t have to treat her as such.


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