Page 7 of Hard As Cake (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #1)

Chapter Seven

FIADH

“I would very much like you to lick me,” I said.

I was up in the air so fast I didn’t understand what happened. He was so quick, striking like a viper. His tail was around my waist, suspending me in the air again, his hands on the inside of my thighs, spreading them. Then his face was there, breathing against my mound of hair, his own hair tickling against my sensitive flesh. I reached down to touch his head, to feel the thick hair that I knew would be there. The drawing from my book showed a monster whose upper body was pure humanoid, having hair and facial hair just like I would expect from a human being. The book said it was to allow them to hide the danger. Their females would appear as a topless woman, naked and vulnerable, begging for help. Dungeon divers would be lured in close, unaware of the bulk of the monster that hid in the shadows.

All thoughts of the pages of my book faded as he dragged his tongue along my slit.

I moaned and gasped.

“Yes?” he murmured, his voice muffled by my skirt, which had flipped up over his head.

“Keep going!” I said.

He licked again, slow and deliberate, teasing me as his tongue wove in between my folds, exploring the nooks and crannies of my orchid, circling the nub of my pleasure. I gasped and rocked against him, my fingers tightening in his hair as I pressed myself against him.

He devoured me, chasing the swansong of my pleasure, following the serenade of my cries like they were a golden pathway leading towards treasure. His tongue stroked and dipped, sliding into me, ripping up and over me, slathering me with his unrepentant hunger. My thighs quaked against the sides of his head, my whole body shaking as I crunched forward, cascading towards a peak of quivering emptiness, a crest of need that demanded to be filled.

“Delicious,” he murmured as he withdrew his tongue.

Then his arms were around me, and the wet mess between my legs was sliding down his ripped abdominals, sliding down to rest against the bulge that was right where I needed it to be.

“Bring me forth,” he said.

I let out a moan and rocked my hips, feeling the tantalizing press of my twitching nub against the mound of his desire. Something shifted between my legs, flesh parting. I felt the press of the head of him against my opening. I rocked against it, feeling something else slide forward, slick and wet, between my lower lips.

I reached down to feel with my fingertips, tracing the thick shape.

The two thick shapes.

“Two?” I gasped.

“I am unmated,” he said. “Completely unsevered.”

“Lucky me,” I chuckled, rocking my hips against the tip of his lower member, the other one sliding in between his body and mine, a thick rod to rub against.

His arm tightened around me.

Then I was on my back, the thick pad of his tail under my spine, his body over me, his hips in between my thighs, the head of one of his maleness pressing, spreading me open, inching into my opening.

Then he shifted, twitching his hips.

He plunged into me, his thick length spreading me, opening me as he sank deep into me, bottoming out as the head of him pressed deep into me, all the way. Pleasure speared me as he did, the incredible sensation of fullness paired with the welcoming of a body aroused enough to be receptive to the sudden invasion of everything I always wanted. This was everything I wanted. This was aggression and claiming, forcefulness with the foresight to prepare my body for it.

“Yessssssss,” he hissed.

I gasped, reaching up to claw at his back as I wrapped my legs around his hips, digging my heels into the place where his glutes would be if he had legs.

“MOAR!” I roared, maiming the word with my urgent need to get absolutely railed by this beautiful monster in the dark.

He obliged.

He dragged himself out of me, plunging back in over and over like he was dancer in a club high on energy drinks, pounding into me with a determined rhythm even as he held me in his soft grip, my back pressing down into the thick cushy flesh of his tail, the second thick log of his desire sliding back and forth against my bundled nub of nerves, stroking me to greater heights even as he hit the perfect spot inside of me.

He took me, used me, devoured me, destroyed me.

I came apart, spasming around him, my inner muscles fluttering and spasming with every gorgeous, intense stroke. He lifted his head and roared, heating shooting into me as he twitched hard and deep, like he could drill himself inside me. Hot ropes of his excitement shot across my belly, coating my jacket, drenching it.

I let out a trembling gasp as I lay there in his coils, the remnants of my waves of arching pleasure causing me to clench against him. He was still hard inside of me, his pelvis pressed against mine as he kept himself lodged in between my legs.

He stroked a strand of hair from my face.

“You are so soft inside,” he murmured. “No teeth at all.”

The words hit me, crashing into my psyche as they cut through the layers of my defenses. I was soft inside. I was the woman who got the wolves to chase her so they would leave her friends alone. I was the one who would drop to my knees behind the bleachers because I’d grown up hearing it was the only thing women were good for. I was the one who looked for love in monsters, because I’d never met a man who wasn’t one.

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes.

“I am so soft,” I agreed.

I felt him twitch inside of me.

I reached up and ran my fingernails down his back.

“How long do you want me for?” I asked him.

“Do you mean how long will my rut last?” he asked.

“Sure,” I smiled up at the monster I could barely see in the dim light, the man who had broken through the hard shell of my exterior to find the gooey center inside.

“Days,” he said. “Will you stay?”

“You promised me you would rut me until you were satiated,” I said.

He shifted, and I let out a gasp as his still hard length rubbed against that spot inside of me.

“Will you stay after?” he asked.

“You don’t even know me,” I said, my heart taking trembling little flip flops at the potential of his question. He wanted me to stay? I didn’t want to leave.

“I know that you are sorry for things that are not your fault,” he said. “I know that the softness inside of you is a reflection of the gentleness of your heart. I know that if you stay here with me, I can protect you and our young.”

“But can you give me cake?” I asked, my mind rock-skipping over the whole protecting our young thing. He was a naga; we couldn’t procreate, could we? I eyed the muscular upper body of a man pressed against me in the dark, and I realized a flaw in my logic. He was human-shaped. I was human-shaped.

“Yes,” he said with an absolute certainty of tone. “I will provide cake.”

Eh, in for an inch, in for a mile.

“I’ll let you know after I try your cake,” I said. I shifted my hips, driving my heels into him to slide myself on his still-hard length. “But first, I require more monsterfuckery.”

“Your requirements will be met,” he said, his tone serious even as he slid out of me just enough to slam back in, bringing a gasp of delight to my lips.

“You can’t actually get me pregnant, can you?” I asked as he slid out, oh so slowly, dragging his bare flesh along the walls of my own.

“I will do my best,” he said. “If it is possible, I will accomplish it.”

Then he was driving back into me, and I let pleasure drive thoughts of the future away.