Page 9 of Guarded by the Yeti (Monster Security Agency)
Chapter Nine
Ysella
He grabs me by the waist, throws me over his shoulder, and takes me into the bedroom, then slams me onto the mattress. He’s rough. He’s unhinged. I love it.
I don’t know what he means when he says he can’t hold back. I know he’s strong. He’s beaten two monsters his size to a pulp. He’s covered in their blood and his. I can see the bullet wounds like deep scratches. Where my brother’s men shot him, his fur is stained and patchy. As he climbs on top of me, I touch the wounds on his chest, and he doesn’t even flinch. Fresh blood pours through my fingers, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe the adrenaline makes him not feel pain.
He runs his hand from my throat to my pelvis. He pushes my legs open, rips off his pants, and his cock bounces free. Am I losing my mind, or is it larger than before? He grips the base with one hand, holds me in place with the other, and guides the engorged head to my entrance.
I’m dripping wet. I want him. I don’t know how I’ll take him, how he’ll fit... he might as well split me in two, but that won’t stop me from wanting him.
He beat out the shit of my brother’s soldiers for me. He sent them running. He took bullets for me. I know this monster will protect me with his life. He called me his back there, in the snow, when the two other Yetis were fighting over me. He will not let me go, no matter what. He will accept me just as I am, he will not judge me, and finally, I will be able to be myself, to live an honest life and not have to tiptoe around fragile men, afraid they’ll snap if I don’t do as they say.
He changes his mind and buries his head between my thighs. I arch my back when he licks me from my entrance to my clit. He doesn’t focus on my clit, though. He wants to get me nice and wet, as wet as possible. He spits on me, pushes his tongue inside my pussy, and when he thinks I’m ready, he moves up my body and once again presses the tip to my entrance. He stares into my eyes as he enters me quickly.
The mushroom head is in, stretching me impossibly. It burns, but it’s not too bad. I push my hips down, encouraging him. He thrusts one more time, and maybe I take half of his length, maybe less, but it’s too much already. I’m filled to my limit. The head of his cock pushes into my cervix, and my vision goes white. I scream and plant my hands on his chest, firmly. He thrusts again, and to stop him, I dig my fingers into his wounds. That gets his attention.
He blinks at me, confused, then slowly, it seems he’s starting to understand that he’s hurting me.
“Sorry... I’m sorry,” he says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t pull out, though. “Ysella... I can’t... I have to...”
I nod as I breathe fast, trying to calm myself. I try to relax.
“Okay,” I say. “But this is all I can take.”
He looks down between us, and I follow his gaze. He only got a quarter of his cock in. There’s no way I’ll be able to fit all of him. I want to, but it’s just not possible.
“I can’t stop,” he says.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He thinks for a second, and I feel his cock pulsating inside me. The pain is fading, and I’m starting to feel pleasure. I’ve never been so full in my life. I need him to move, but I also need him to do it in a way that doesn’t break me.
He runs his hand down my stomach soothingly. I relax. He presses onto my belly, and a jolt of electricity snaps through me. My pussy gushes, coating his cock with my juices.
“Do that again,” I say.
He presses down on my belly again, and it’s like he’s massaging his own cock through my stomach. Lust explodes in my core.
“Move.”
He does, pulling out gently, and pushing back in. He hits my cervix again, and I let out a moan. I’m pretty sure he fit in one more inch, but I’m not going to complain. His hand moves from my stomach to his cock, and he grips his length to make sure that when he thrusts again, he won’t accidentally bury himself to the hilt at the expense of my reproductive organs. With this rudimentary safety measure in place, he starts fucking me fast and hard, and I scramble to hold on to something. I grip the headboard tightly. He doesn’t give me time to think or adjust. He plunges into me again and again, until my brain feels like mush.
Tension grows in my core. Pain mixes with pleasure, creating a cocktail that sends me over the edge fast. Faster than I expected. The orgasm is sinful, delicious. It rattles my bones and makes my eyes roll in my head. I let out a cry. Kaelthar doesn’t stop. I’m wetter now, and he slides in and out easily.
I stare at this monster that’s practically drenched in blood. His wounds drip all over me, and I’m slick with my sweat and his blood. It turns me on even more, and I know it’s wrong. Sick. But I can’t help it. I’m a Carvassi, after all. The only Carvassi left alive. I’m not innocent by any means. I don’t think I ever was. Maybe Kaelthar thought I was innocent, but when this is over, when he empties himself inside me and hopefully can think straight again, I will tell him the truth. Will he reject me? Not a chance. Not after what we’ve been through. Now I know the sight of blood makes both of us want to fuck. We were made for each other.
Before I realize what’s happening, he flips me onto my belly, grabs my hips, and enters me from behind. He still has his fist in place. I hold onto the sheets, and my breasts bounce as he fucks me hard, seemingly losing control.
“I’ll fill your pussy with my seed,” he says in a low, growly voice. He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds like a dark – really dark – version of him has taken over. “I’ll fill your belly... You’ll take all of it.”
“Mm... yes...”
He seems satisfied by my answer. He pushes inside me one more time, lets out an animalistic howl, and I feel him burst. He literally explodes, and his cum is hot and rich, it warms my belly and my entire body. I come a second time, burying my head in the pillow. My pussy throbs around him, clenching and unclenching, milking him to the last bit. He comes and comes. I can feel the tip of his cock twitch as he pours more and more inside me. My body is shaking, I’m slick with sweat, and my knees are jelly.
Kaelthar holds me in place until he’s done. Then he slips out, and I feel his cum follow. I squeeze my walls, but I can’t hold it in; it’s simply too much. I collapse on my stomach, but Kaelthar wants to see my face, so he flips me onto my back. He stares into my eyes as he slowly massages his cum into my skin. My folds and my clit are sensitive. When he circles my clit a few times, I have a tiny orgasm that rips a yelp out of me.
“So, you can talk,” he says.
I nod.
“Care to explain yourself?”
He inserts a finger into my pussy as he says that, and I bite my lower lip and grin at him.
“You’re not the princess I thought you were.”
“If by princess you mean someone weak...”
“I never thought you were weak.”
His voice is back to normal, and there’s a gentleness in his gaze. He removes his finger and rolls onto his side. He places his hand on my waist, and I roll into him, pressing my naked, sweaty body to his.
“Tell me what happened,” he says. “What really happened.”
I shake my head. I’m silent for a minute, because I don’t know where to begin.
“It’s not a happy story.”
“Considering how it ended for your family... I figured.”
“First of all, I need you to know that I didn’t lie to you. You thought I was mute, and I let you believe that, but not because I wanted to lie to you. It’s just... It’s my way of coping. I know it might sound silly, but when someone dies...” I shake my head again and avert my gaze. This is hard for me. “When someone I love dies, I mourn them by not talking for three days. I don’t know why I do it. It started when I was twelve.”
His eyes widened. “Twelve?! You were twelve when someone you loved died?”
“I was twelve when my best friend died. My only friend. She gossiped about me, and like a fool, I went and complained to my father. He killed her and her family. I didn’t know how to react. I was in shock. My father told me he did it for me. He said that no one talks shit about his daughter and lives to do it again. And I didn’t... I didn’t know what to say. I kept opening my mouth, nothing would come out, so I stopped trying. I didn’t speak for three days.”
“Ysella...” He caresses my hair gently. My white hair.
“It happened again when I was eighteen. I was dating this guy, and he cheated on me. This time, I told my brother. I was hurting, and I thought I could trust Artie. But Artie told my father, and... you guessed it. My father killed my cheating boyfriend and his entire family. Then I... I just stopped making friends, stopped dating, stopped living. Because something would go wrong at some point, and someone would die.”
He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it.”
“I know.” My voice turns cold. “That’s why I don’t regret what I did.”
“What did you do?”
I’m pretty sure he knows what I’m going to confess. It doesn’t make the confession any easier.