Page 7 of Guarded by the Yeti (Monster Security Agency)

Chapter Seven

Ysella

With him, I can be myself. I can let go. He doesn’t know who I am, what I’ve truly been through, and I want to delay telling him for as long as I can. There are no expectations this way, no prejudices. For the first time in my life, I can relax.

He kisses me deeply, passionately, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, encouraging him to go on, to throw caution to the wind. I grind my hips against his cock, and my pussy gushes at the hardness pressing into me. I want him badly. I want him to fill me, even though I know it might hurt.

I haven’t been with a man in years. Because of my family, I had to isolate myself, spend my days playing the piano, reading books, gossiping with my shallow friends – girls who thought choosing the right pair of shoes was a matter of life and death. It’s been hard being a Carvassi. Getting too close to someone, falling in love... Because of who my family is – was – every boy I liked was in danger. After a while, I gave up trying to have a boyfriend, a real relationship. It was better this way. For everyone involved. Of course, my brother lived by different rules.

I don’t want to get into all that now. I just want to enjoy this moment. Look at me, at the end of the world, about to get ravaged by a beast.

I never thought I’d be into monsters. But why not? Kaelthar is better than any human man I’ve ever met. He cares about me. He protects me, cooks for me, he even went out and bought me a piano. And, sure, he’s being paid to do some of that, but isn’t getting paid to do the rest, to go the extra mile. He’s the first man who’s actually treating me right, and I could see it the second I met him. In that room of horrors, I sensed he was the only one I could trust.

He lets out a groan, and I drink the sound greedily. My breathing speeds up, and I’m practically staining the front of his pants with my juices. I caress the sides of his big, round face, then sink my fingers into the rich fur on his head. He has a long, soft beard, and he kind of looks like Santa Claus. I giggle internally as the thought crosses my mind. I wouldn’t mind seeing him in a red suit. On his forehead, he has three short, pointy horns, which I gently trace with the tips of my fingers. He lets out a heated breath, and I feel his cock twitch under me.

I want to whisper in his ear that I want him. I can’t. Soon.

He bites my lower lip, and I smile, filled with pleasure. His hands roam all over my body, caressing me, kneading me. He weighs my breasts into his palms and cups them gently. His hands are so big... I love it! He traces my sides, then my back, going lower and lower, until he grips my ass and pulls me closer, increasing the friction between our bodies.

“Ysella... are you sure?”

I nod quickly. I haven’t been so sure of anything in my life. Well, on second thought... There’s one other thing I was really, really sure about not very long ago. Story for another time. His presence fills my space, my mind, my heart. I need him to possess me, to squash my lingering past with his big, furry paws, and hold me in the present. Hold me tight and never let me go.

His hands firmly on my ass, he lifts me, then places me on the floor, on my back. The carpet is soft, and the fire warms my skin. He hovers over me for a minute, taking me in, studying me from head to toe.

“You’re so precious,” he says.

I blush. When was the last time someone had something nice to say to me? A nice adjective to describe me? I reach for the buttons of his pants, wanting to show him how much I appreciate his praise. He gently secures my wrists and pushes my hands above my head.

“No. Let me see you. Tonight isn’t about me.”

Something ignites in my belly. It’s like the whole area around my pelvis is on fire. I go limp, and Kaelthar nods and starts removing my T-shirt. Well, his T-shirt, which practically looks like an oversized dress on my small frame. I’ve lost weight in the past few years. I didn’t use to be this skinny. I barely have any boobs left, but as he unravels them, Kaelthar’s pupils dilate, and I can see that he doesn’t care. In his eyes, I’m perfect.

Once the T-shirt is out of the way and my nipples harden, he peels off my panties. They’re soaked anyway. I doubt they can be saved. I’m lying before him, naked, and I don’t feel vulnerable at all. I feel powerful, because I can see the look in his eyes. He worships me.

He doesn’t even know me, and he worships me.

He lowers his head and starts tracing kisses from my collarbone to my right breast. He takes my nipple between his lips, then my whole breast. I open my mouth and throw my head back, eyes wide. It feels amazing. I’m trying really hard to not sink my hands into his fur. His mouth moves to my left breast, and he does the same thing. Then he starts moving downward, leaving my breasts slick with his saliva. It cools in the air, and my nipples become two hard pebbles, so hard that they almost hurt. As he kisses his way down between my legs, he pinches them with his fingers, and that sends shocks of electricity through my body.

“We have to take things slowly,” he says, and I notice his voice sounds different. Deeper. Rougher. “You have no idea what this is doing to me, Ysella. I must... I must...” He’s breathing hard, as if he’s not simply kissing me and exploring my body but running a marathon. “I must protect you even as I...” He inhales and lets out a groan that almost sounds like he’s in pain. “Your scent drives me ber...” He hesitates, and I don’t know what he’s trying to say. “Mad,” he finishes.

I’m pretty sure that isn’t what he wanted to say, but his tongue connects with my clitoris, and my eyes roll back in my head. He licks me slowly, from my entrance to my clit, then down to my entrance again. He dips his tongue inside me and moves it around, and I nearly yelp when he brushes against a spot that’s particularly sensitive. His tongue is long and thick, and so strong that he almost pushes me over the edge. I’m seeing weird lights already. He pulls out and gives me a second to collect myself, then descends onto my clit again, more firmly this time.

His fingers are playing with my nipples, and his mouth latches onto me, licking me, sucking me, massaging me, and I spread my legs wide to give him better access. It doesn’t take long. The orgasm hits me like a wave. I dig my hands into my own hair, and I pull at the roots. I arch my back and curl my toes, my body starts shaking, and there’s nothing I can do about it. After the first wave, a second one hits, and I come again. It’s fast, it’s strong, and my thoughts plunge into nothingness. It’s like the darkness outside has slipped into my head, and it’s pure bliss.

He licks me lazily until I come down from my high, the climbs up my body as I lay limp, unable to move, barely breathing.

“You’re delicious,” he says.

I look into his eyes, and he frowns and touches my cheeks with his soft fingertips.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain?”

That’s when I realize tears are streaming down my face. I shake my head and try to wipe them with the back or my hand, but he wipes them for me. Then he caresses me for a few long minutes, running his hand over my face, my eyelids, my hair. He does this until I stop silently crying and relax. I cover his hand with mine and hold it there, pressed to my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

I shake my head again. He sits up, and I cling to him, not wanting him to let go. I notice that he’s impossibly hard, the head of his cock poking out of his pants. My eyes widen at the size of it. I can only see the tip, the slit oozing with his juices.

He grunts apologetically and tries to adjust himself, but it’s too late. I’ve seen it, and I want it. I latch my fingers into the hem of his pants and pull. Between my pulling and his cock’s pushing out of its confines, the buttons don’t stand a chance. They simply pop, and then his erection is free, his massive length landing onto my belly. It’s long, thick, and heavy, and the best way to describe it is... a veritable piece of meat. My pussy throbs, hungry to milk it.

“No, we can’t...”

He tries to push my hands away. His attempts are feeble, and I manage to run my palms over the beautiful length. His pre-cum spills onto my belly, making me salivate. I wrap my hands around the length and move them up and down, and that’s when Kaelthar growls and grabs my wrists. He’s not gentle this time. His grip is so firm that it’s bruising my skin. I wince, but he doesn’t let go.

“No, Ysella. Trust me, we can’t do this. I’m too big for you. It won’t fit.”

I look at him, eyes wide. Well, I can’t say he’s lying. Still, I can’t help but want him inside me. Maybe I could take just the tip...

As if he’s reading my mind, he shakes his head. “If we try it, I won’t be able to hold back.”

What does that mean?

“I will hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. It’s who I am.”

Now I’m even more confused. He doesn’t elaborate.

I struggle in his grip, not taking no for an answer. A single glance at my wrists makes him gasp and let go. Sure enough, there are red marks on my skin. I don’t care. I’ve had worse. I take advantage of my sudden freedom and wrap my hands around his cock again, pumping him fast, spreading his pre-cum all over his length, running my thumbs over the mushroom head. He tries to protest, but instead of words, he manages a grunt and another growl. I love it when he’s growling. His entire chest rumbles.

“No... No... Yes...”

Oh, good. We’re making progress. Soon, he only says yes, and I jerk him off sloppily. I’d love to do a better job, but he’s so big that I’m not sure how to handle him right.

He also seems to think I’m being sloppy and inefficient, because he sits up, which makes my hands slip away from his cock. He grips the base of it with his own hand, right above his heavy testicles, and squeezes hard.

“Do you want my seed?”

I nod vigorously and lie back. Yes, I want it all over me. Seeing how big his balls are, I figure they’re full of it. He’s going to bathe me in it.

He shakes his head. “The things you make me do...”

He starts pumping his cock fast. His hand runs up and down, up and down, and I can’t help but stare. I can’t have enough of it. The sight is so erotic that my pussy contracts. I open my legs wide and slip a hand between my folds, teasing myself. He notices, and now he can’t look away from my fingers working, dipping into my pussy, two at once. I’m so wet, there’s a damp spot on the carpet beneath me.

“Fuck...”

He pumps harder, and before I know it, semen spurts out of his cock. It travels in an arch and hits my stomach.

“Fuuuuuck...”

He comes hard, shooting string after string of cum, until it starts dripping down my sides. It drips between my legs, and I take some of it and guide it to my pussy. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m not on the pill. But I want his fluids inside me. I’m pushing as much cum as I can into my pussy and pump my fingers harder, in and out, until I’m coming undone.

Kaelthar watches me in awe. I guess he didn’t expect this. I wonder what he thinks of me. That I’m this perfect princess who was shielded all her life? If only he knew the truth...

Mesmerized, he reaches out and runs his fingers over my stomach, up to my breasts, spreading his semen as he goes. He circles my nipples and coats them, and I bite my lip and arch my back into his touch. It’s so sinful, so delicious... This is the best experience I’ve had with a man, and Kaelthar hasn’t even properly fucked me.

He travels back down, guiding more cum between my folds. He presses on my clit lightly, spreads me apart, then dips a coated finger into my pussy. I wrap my hand around his and push his finger deep inside me. I’m spent. I’m not going to orgasm again, but the sensation is nice. He fingers me for a minute, then pulls out and massages my sex until I’m redder and more engorged than ever. Now I’m properly covered in his cum.

“This is better than in my dreams...”

I cock an eyebrow. So... he’s been dreaming of me? I grin, and he grins back, then removes his hand and slaps my thigh playfully.

“I’ll run you a bath.”

I let out a sigh and close my eyes. I can get used to him doing everything for me. Now, if he would also fuck me thoroughly next time, my own dreams would come true.