Page 23 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Arsyn devours my pussy in a way that makes it clear he's not afraid to lick Laithe. It's the rough flicks of his warm, coarse tongue, combined with the swelling of Laithe's cock that does me in. The vampire knows it too. He shoves his fingers deeper into my mouth as I suck on them.

I explode.

“Come all over my cock, so I can breed you full of me,” Laithe hisses in between gulps of my blood.

I don't even know if it's possible for vampires to breed with humans, but the primal thought sends me soaring.

“Milk me off, dirty girl,” Laithe growls.

My eyes squeeze shut as every nerve ending in my body jolts with pleasure so intense it's painful. It's the kind of hurt that aches so good that, if Laithe wasn't holding me up, I would collapse.

Arsyn continues to tongue my pussy with full licks of his forked tongue. That thing is downright magical. My hands fall to his head as he smirks up at me.

Laithe's fangs retract as he licks over the bite. His huge hands rest over my lower stomach. He rubs gently as he kisses my neck, and it's a very tender moment.

Arsyn says something in a language I don't recognize. It's not the harsh, guttural language from last night.

Laithe chuckles and replies.

I glance at him over my shoulder, and he laughs. He pulls out of me but holds me up with his hands on my hips.

“He's been kind enough to loan me your cunt,” Laithe says in an accent that doesn't sound like his normal tone. “Now he's going to show me how it's done.”

Arsyn kneels in front of me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. His hands land on my hips, and then he's lifting me. I'm sure a human couldn't pull off the move, but Arsyn tosses himself back on the bed and pulls me to kneel over him. He grins at Laithe and again speaks that language I don't speak.

“Hey, asshole,” I grumble. “If you expect to fuck me, don't talk about me like I'm not here.”

“Do you wish to know what I said?” my mate asks.

He grinds my cum-soaked pussy over his length.

It's trapped against his stomach, and he's dripping pre-cum. I'm so entranced that I don't answer, and he smacks my ass hard. My eyes fly to his as he grins. God, he’s really handsome when he’s smiling. “How do you feel about being fucked when I’m in my demon form? Hmm, sweet mate?”

“This isn’t your natural form?” I ask, frowning.

“No, it’s a glamor. One you’ve been able to partially see through since the first moment. Most can’t see my wings. I’m curious—who do I look like to you?”

“What?” I snort, grinding my pussy against the bottom of his shaft. I catch on his knot, which is very distracting and kind of cool.

“Focus, dove. Am I a celebrity? An old crush? Do I have a striking resemblance to your ex?”

“ Fuck , no,” I snap. “You look like you. I don't know, light-blond, almost white hair, pale skin that seems silvery-pinkish-blue sometimes, and black eyes.”

“That is intriguing.” Without warning, he grips my hips and impales me. “Want to give it a go?”

My hands fall to his chest, and I shrug. “You're already inside me, might as well go for the gold.”

“Atta girl,” Laithe says. He's still nude and stretched out, watching us.

The first indication something is going to be different when I look back at Arsyn is that his cock feels like it's swelling, and not in the knotting kind of way.

I steel myself.

No matter what Arsyn looks like, I refuse to flinch. The fact I accidentally mated him is bad enough. I will not hurt his feelings by being alarmed by his appearance.

My head tilts and my jaw drops open. He's every bit as beautiful as a demon who feeds on sex should be.

He's got a dark blueish-purple skin that's difficult to explain, because certain areas seem more silvery-pink when you’re not focused on them, but the moment your eyes move to take in that area, it's almost like it was a mirage.

“You're iridescent,” I whisper. “Holy fucking shit, you're beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Arsyn smirks. “How about stunningly handsome?” His huge hands frame my hips, pulling me up and dropping me on his thick cock.

“Yeah, that too,” I whimper.

“Nothing about the horns?” Laithe asks.

My eyes fly up, and sure enough, there are two black horns protruding from the top of Arsyn's head. They're slightly curved and glisten in the low light.

“They're kind of underwhelming,” I confess, stretching up to run my fingers over one.

“Go on, then. Give her the full experience,” Laithe taunts.

“They get bigger? Is it like your select-a-size cock? Because I'm not even going to lie, it’s impressive.” I laugh as Arsyn bites the side of my tit.

“I was a high lord of Hell before I escaped,” he says, staring into my eyes. “But I'd rather focus on your juicy pussy wrapped around my length.” He rocks his body, using his feet as leverage, and the feeling it produces is indescribable.

“Good plan,” I say against his chest.

Arsyn isn't fucking around anymore. He leans us both up until I'm kneeling and works me over his throbbing length.

“Shit, you're huge,” I moan. It sounds like a line, but it's true. If he'd tried to enter me at this size, I'm not sure it would've been possible. It's like I can feel every ridge and bump as he stretches me to capacity.

“Lie back,” Laithe instructs.

Arsyn positions my legs so they're wrapped toward his back instead of his legs. Eventually, my feet plant on the bed.

Laithe helps me lie back. I almost feel like a spider until he repositions my shoulders so they're flat on the bed. It becomes much easier to hold only the bottom half of my body up.

“I've developed a new fascination,” Arsyn says, staring at where he disappears inside me. “I can't wait to see your stomach swell and grow with my spawn.”

Laithe pulls my mouth to his, meaning I don't get the chance to object.

Arsyn moans and the sound is indescribable. It sends my arousal skyrocketing as I leak around his hard length.

“That's it, sweet mate. Mark me as yours,” Arsyn growls.

His cock swells. The ridges hit every sweet spot I have as he spills inside me.

I scream into Laithe's mouth, but he drinks down my sounds.

Arsyn groans; the sound makes me shiver. It's deep and guttural, and he sounds so satisfied that I feel like I accomplished something monumental as he thrusts through his orgasm.

“Move,” Arsyn grumbles.

Laithe smirks, pecking a final kiss on my lips, before pulling back.

Arsyn's huge, callused hands span across my soft stomach. His white hair falls in his face as he runs his fingers over the roll of belly flab I hate so much.

I was plus size before Ember, but now, I'm past curvy and closer to chunky.

A stinging smack lands against my clit. “I didn't knot you, because we need to begin the day, but continue those thoughts, and you'll find yourself over my knee as I blister your ass. Whether or not we have things to do.” Arsyn gives me a very serious look.

“That damn bond,” I groan.

“Indeed,” Laithe says, brushing his fingers over my nipple. “Come along, little human. Let us pamper you while we clean you up.” He smirks. “You're utterly soaked in our cum.”