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This monster wanted me, and he was willing to let me go.

Except he also said he was going to rut me like a wild beast. If I stayed instead of leaving, what was I committing to?

“Will you let me go after if I stay?” I asked, just to clarify.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice as dark as the shadows that surrounded us.

I swallowed and rocked my hips, more deliberately this time. I slid over the raised mound between my legs, dragging my wet lips against it.

He let out a low hiss, his hands relaxing and tightening on my hips, both of his thumbs trailing circles around my hipbones. I couldn’t see his face in the darkness. I couldn’t see what was pressing up against me in between my legs.

I didn’t know what I was getting into. The book didn’t detail Naga anatomy.

I didn’t care.

I hadn’t hooked up with anyone at this school because of what Becky told me about the fish hatchery. I knew the danger that came with thinking I could fall in love with a ‘Proper Student’. We were nothing to them. Nothing but toys to be used and discarded.

I knew I wasn’t anything to this naga. He didn’t know me. He wasn’t in love with me. I was just some woman who fell on top of him and started dry humping him in the darkness. This could be a one-night thing, just a fantasy for me to claim for myself, something to hold on to.

Someone to make me forget the real horrors of the world.

“If you keep moving, I will penetrate you,” he said.

“Do it,” I said, sliding myself against him again, rocking with the urgency of my own need to have something that I chose, something for myself.

“No,” he hissed.

Then I felt something wrap around my waist, thick and warm like his body, rough and textured. It was his tail. He lifted me up, hoisting me up in the air like I weighed nothing.

“First, I will eat you,” he growled.

My delusions of monsterfuckery shattered against the sudden reality of his words. Eat me? Of course, he would eat me. He was a Dungeon monster! Here I was thinking I was about to get railed, and instead I was faced with the reality of what would actually happen if you ran up to an apex predator and rubbed on it.

I was going to get devoured.

“Please don’t eat me,” I squeaked out like a mouse, and his coils tightened around my waist.

ChapterSix

TYPHON

My face was inches from the junction of her legs when her words penetrated the haze of my rut. Even as the lust consumed me, I paused. I wanted more than anything to taste her, to lick her slit and cover my scent receptors in her intoxicating aroma. I wanted to feel her shudder. I had assumed that her kind were similar to my own, where the female would need to be aroused and coaxed by my mouth to minimize my chance of sustaining damage.

But she didn’t want me to.

“No?” I shuddered with the effort of holding myself back.

“I don’t want to die,” she cried out, thrashing in my grip. I resisted the urge to tighten, and instead, I shifted my bulk, creating a space in the center of my coils. I set her down carefully so that her feet touched the ground and withdrew, releasing her completely.

I didn’t know anything about human anatomy other than the glimpses I got of their innards when I tore them apart or squeezed so hard they popped. Those were all males, though. The humans didn’t let females into the Dungeon until recently, something the Orcs had gotten into an excited frenzy about. The last time I stopped by to visit Gorasha Ironfang’s clan, they had been in a tizzy coming up with plans to separate the females from the groups and spirit them away. They had a small human female with them already who appeared to be enthusiastically involved in the plans.

Even with my limited knowledge, the thought that I could kill a human by licking them surprised me.

“You will die if I lick you?” I asked.

“Lick me?” she said.

“Between your legs,” I clarified.