Page 9 of Catching His Eye (Monsters of Moonvale)

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I wake up after an amazing night’s sleep surrounded by warmth, the intoxicating scent of something spicy and slightly musky, and an enormous, rock hard dick pressed against my back. It takes me a moment to remember where I am and who that cock belongs to.

Ren. Shit, I fell asleep!

I sit up, or at least attempt to, but the arm banded around my waist keeps me pressed against the sleeping giant curled beside me. He lets out a low groan that sends a spike of arousal through me, reminding me of why I’m here in the first place.

Despite his unrelenting hold, I’m able to roll over to face him, or rather face into Ren’s massive chest, and tentatively reach between our bodies to palm his rigid cock through his underwear.

Ren grunts, his hips canting into my touch, and I suck in a breath as my body ignites at the thought of what it would be like to feel that beast of a cock rutting inside me.

It’d hurt at first—there’s no way it wouldn’t—but god, I want it.

The thought of the rough stretch melting into a blissful fullness beyond anything ever dreamed of makes me feverish with need.

“Ren. Wake up, baby,” I say softly, reluctantly pulling my hand away. He’s hard, but we didn’t talk about doing anything like this, and I don’t want to mistake his arousal for willingness to get a sleeping handjob.

“Mmm, what?” His sleep-soaked voice is sinfully rough, making me shiver.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” I murmur, able to pull back far enough to look him in the eye now that he’s released me from his dreaming hold.

He blinks down at me in a momentary stupor, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “You’re still here. I’m the one who should be sorry. It took forever.” He groans and closes his eye with a grimace.

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me.” I slide up on the bed so we’re face to face, and press a kiss to the side of his mouth, worried about my morning breath.

“I’d do anything for you,” he says reverently, his giant hands coming up to cradle my hips.

“Did you get what you needed?” I ask, breath speeding up as his fingers knead into my flesh in response to my question.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his cock twitching against my leg .

I bring my lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Then what are you waiting for, big guy? Fuck me.”

Ren moves surprisingly fast for a man as massive as he is, rolling me onto my back and tearing down the covers as he slides down the bed and tugs my thighs apart.

He doesn’t bother taking my panties off, just tugs them to the side and buries his face against my pussy with a deep, almost tortured moan as he gets his first taste.

“Oh! Fuck, okay!” I gasp as Ren’s huge tongue laps at me, and he groans, the vibration against my clit making my hips buck up against the intense sensation.

He looks up from between my thighs, his large single eye widening in alarm.

The sight is so strange, but endearing because it’s Ren.

Big, sweet, goofy Ren who apparently eats pussy like he’s starving.

“Sorry! Is this alright?” He licks his lips and lets out a soft hum of pleasure.

“You taste so good. Please tell me it’s alright. ”

I thread my hand through his hair and gently push his mouth back down where I need it. “It’s more than alright. Keep going.”

Given the green light, Ren goes wild on me.

It’s a singular, incredibly hot experience having a man with a tongue twice the size of yours groaning with abandon into your pussy while he licks and sucks every inch of your pussy.

I could get addicted to the feel of Ren’s mouth on me. Hell, I think I already am.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. I’m so close to falling over the edge, but instead of persisting, he pulls back, going to teasing flicks and strokes of his tongue. “No!” I cry out in frustration.

Ren looks up at me, mischief gleaming in his eye. “Sorry, I wasn’t done yet.”

“ You weren’t done?” I ask, practically panting with the need to come.

“Yeah. If you came, I’d have to stop,” he says, sounding just as on edge.

This man. No, monster . He’s a little different than I expected.

Less hesitant. And fuck if it isn’t sexy.

“Make me come. I promise you can keep eating me out after.” I almost tell him he can stay down there as long as he wants, but I’m getting the impression that he’d never stop, and I want him inside me.

“Promise?” he asks, like I’m doing him a favor.

“Yeah, baby. Please, I need it.”

Ren dives back in and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming against his overwhelming tongue. He backs off and works me to another with surprising skill, dipping his tongue inside me and fucking me with it as his nose grinds against my clit.

“Alright. Enough,” I gasp, after my third time coming from his mouth.

“Just a little longer?” Ren murmurs, sounding drunk from my pussy .

“I need your cock,” I protest, trying to squirm away as he kisses my inner thigh.

“Fuck. Okay. Let me get the lube.” Ren finally removes his face from between my legs, face soaked with my wetness.

Ren grabs a small jar from the top of the nightstand and uncaps it.

“So what exactly makes this lube magic?” I ask, eyeing the container.

“I’m not a witch so I don’t know what the specific enchantment is, but from what my friends have told me, it makes it so things that shouldn’t fit, uh, can.

” He looks down at the massive erection tenting his sleep shorts, a huge wet spot already soaking through the fabric from where he’s leaked pre-cum, and gives me a slight grimace.

“I’m not entirely convinced it’s going to work. You’re so small and I’m…”

“Enormous,” I say, the word coming out breathy as I stare at the outline of his dick threatening to poke a hole in his shorts.

Ren rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks burnishing. “Y-yeah. Sorry.”

My mouth goes dry at the prospect, while my pussy floods in anticipation. “It’ll work. Give me that,” I say, holding my hand out for the lube.

He passes it over and I take a generous amount on two fingers and press them between my thighs, working them in my pussy to make myself as slick as possible. I half expect some kind of magic tingle or odd sensation, but it doesn’t immediately feel any different from regular lube.

Ren watches my movements, enraptured. After a few seconds, his daze breaks and he quickly tugs off his shorts, freeing the most obscenely large dick I’ve ever seen.

The head is ruddy and slick with pre-cum, the veined shaft slightly curved in a way that will feel truly magical if I can manage to get him inside me.

“If” being the keyword. I might be delusional in thinking he’ll even be able to get the tip in.

Physically, there’s no possible way he’ll be able to get more than a third of the length inside, but that’s not what I’m worried about.

It’s how thick he is. There’s a flicker of doubt, despite my earlier confidence, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try.