Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I took comfort in that.
I was just one of those broken women, in more ways than one.
I’ve made my peace with it.
So, what the hell does my body think it’s doing now?
I study the ceiling, my fingers clenching in the lion’s mane and his horn as he continued doing what he was to my nipples, that warm, solid log against my thigh occasionally twitching.
Holy shit, when he said he healed me, did that mean he healed this part of me, too? Whatever it was that made a woman be able to—
I grab his horns with both hands and wrench hard as I cry out, my groin arching up into him. Without exactly meaning too, my legs… open a little.
He growls and releases my nipple. I barely have a chance to gasp for breath, still confused about what’s happening. I let go of his horns and dig my elbows into the bed, boosting myself up so that I can tell him to wait, that we should slow down, to tell him something—
But at this angle I can see his long, unnatural tongue extend. With one strong, clawed hand, he takes the small opening I’ve given and shoves my leg against the mattress.
So that I’m completely exposed to him.
Okay.
This is it.
He’ll fuck me with that giant log now, and it’ll hurt. Like when Drew forgot to use lube that time, and I handled that just fine.
You can do this. Just close your eyes and go over what you’ll make your next painting look like.
I clutch my eyes closed and drop down to my back, not wanting to look anymore. It’s fine. We can do this any day of the week. And it’s a good exchange, my health for just letting a man… well, mannish-type-creature… spend a little time getting his rocks off with my body, that’s fine—
He grasps my hips, and he must’ve retracted his claws or something, because they don’t pierce my skin. They just graze me tantalizingly.
And despite myself, this won’t be entirely without lube.
Because I’m slick for the monster-man above me.
Not just slick, either, if I’m really being honest.
I finally understand what they mean when they say wet.
I’m wet for this.
It feels like I’m betraying Drew. Yes, I broke up with him, but part of me sorta thought that if I managed the impossible, and got my miracle, I could show back up on his doorstep as a whole woman, his equal—
Instead I’m here, squirming under a clawed hand holding my leg open, the other one at my hip. My wet center open and exposed. The cool air of the castle tower room hits my pussy.
I wish he would just stick it in and then I could be distracted by the burning and the stretching instead of this torment of thoughts in my head—
The icy wetness of his mane against my hot inner thighs shocks me, and I quickly tilt up my head. Wait, what the hell is he—
And then that long, rough tongue of his licks up my pussy slit.
Chapter Eight
MONSTER
Consort tastes good. Salty. Like the best meal I’ve had in a long time.
I never knew what a woman would taste like.
I always just went hard at the thought.
The reality is—
Better.
My tongue is long and strong. I stick it inside her little hole and explore all around.
She heaves and squirms above me. More juices flow out onto my tongue. I like the way it tastes. I like it very much.
I’ve heard much of fucking. I’ve read much about it. Watched occasionally.
None of it can compare to this soft wet flesh in my mouth.
Or the live woman squirming and jerking beneath my heavy body. She is so small, but her little mewls of pleasure make my rod big. Big and harder than I have ever been before in my life.
I withdraw my tongue from its exploration of her hole and move up her slit.
She makes noises. I think she misses my tongue.
I lift a knuckle and press it to the rim of her opening. At the same time, I move my tongue to swirl all around the soft little nubbin at the top of her sex I coax to life with my tongue. I have heard of this legendary spot and want to explore.
Indeed, when I latch onto it a little and suckle, she comes to life more than I have ever yet seen her.
Her hands come back to my horns. I like it when my little kitten’s paws seek my horns, like handles. Especially when she is pulling me to her flesh like that, her thighs flapping wider than ever.
It is as it is meant to be.
My consort is ready for me. I push my fat knuckle in, and I stretch her while I continue to suckle her.
She cries out and her body spasms against my face.
I taste her fresh pleasure.