Page 11 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

TWYLA

I consider his statement and determine that I’m not nearly equipped to answer it. “I don’t know. I’ve never been presented with endless options before. I think you should decide. You tell me what to do.”

“You want to be dominated?” he asks in that rumbling voice.

I’m not inexperienced, but there’s no question that he’s more familiar with sexual possibilities than I am. It would be a shame not to take advantage of that. “Not necessarily, though I’m not opposed. You’re the expert here. I want you to take charge.”

A grin breaks out across his dark features. “That would be my pleasure.”

He strides over to a cabinet in the corner and rummages for a moment. When he returns, he’s holding something with straps.

“Are you comfortable disrobing?”

I chuckle. At least I’m not shy about nudity. “I better be, considering that I paid to have sex with you.” I shuck my clothes inelegantly and toss them onto the floor.

“Lie back, little human. Let me look at you.”

I scooch up the bed and do as he says, letting him take his fill. I know I’m not especially curvy—I have small breasts and slim hips, and I’m pretty muscular. But he seems to like what he sees, based on the low rumble in his chest.

“So pretty. Such a delicate little human.”

I rein in my snort. No one has ever called me delicate before.

Khymerion leans forward with the strap contraption and slides it up my legs, before buckling it into place. It’s sort of like a G-string, except instead of fabric, there’s a circular thing in the front, kind of shaped like a flower. He presses a button and that part buzzes to life, clueing me in: This device is a wearable vibrator. Apparently one designed for human anatomy, because it has two little prongs inside that nestle onto either side of my clit and sort of…wiggle.

I suck in a deep breath, steeling myself to hold off, and Khymerion stretches out next to me. His deep voice is low in my ear as he whispers, “Relax, Twyla. Simply feel what it does to you. Let your body have control, not your mind.”

He reaches out hand and plucks at one of my nipples, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb until it hardens.

The vibrator thrums against me insistently, a steady hum, while the two nubs massage my clit. I feel pleasure building low in my belly, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold out for long.

“Kymerion,” I gasp. “It’s too much.” I don’t want to come yet. We’ve only just started.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, gently blowing against my ear and making me shiver. “You can take it. Just enjoy it. Trust me.” He pinches at my other nipple, and all the combined sensations make my eyes roll back.

I try to follow his instructions; rather than focusing on not coming, I focus on the vibrations. My entire pussy is pulsing, and I can actually feel my clit swelling as the two prongs work it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my breathing picking up speed. There’s a tingling building in my nipples and my legs are starting to shake. ”Khymerion,” I wail.

“Let it have you,” he orders, pinching a nipple hard, and I’m helpless to do anything else. The orgasm shatters me, turning me into a trembling, gushing mess of sensation. Distantly, I can hear myself moaning, but the sound is far away as my pulse pounds in my ears.

“Mmm, such a good girl,” Khymerion praises. “Ride your way through this one, and the next will be even better.”

I squirm, trying to get some distance between me and the vibrator, but he doesn’t let me. His fingers flick down and tighten the strap at my hip. “Uh-uh,” he says. “I know it’s intense, but just let yourself feel it. You’re doing so well. It’s good now, and it’s going to be even better soon, I promise.” He delicately strokes my abused nipple and I try to follow his instructions.

I shudder as the device presses and squeezes my over-sensitive clit. It’s too much at first, almost painful, but as I breathe deep and do what Khymerion says, I’m able to relax into the sensations, my hips beginning to roll as my body chases more pleasure.

“I can help distract you,” Khymerion growls. He shifts to hover above me, latching his lips around my nipple and sucking hard. My whole body bows up at the sensation and I gasp. He pinches and tweaks my right nipple, while his tongue swirls and laves the left one. Out of nowhere, he bites down. Not enough to hurt, but enough to jolt me into a climax.

This orgasm strikes without warning, slamming into me hard . My hips buck and stars blink across my vision, and I can actually feel wetness trickling between my thighs. My clit throbs and throbs, and still the vibrator pulses on, pushing me to new heights.

“Please,” I moan. “No more.”

Khymerion complies, turning off the vibrator and unstrapping it from me. “There will be more, little human. But not from that.”

He lifts my limp body and pulls me onto him as he settles his back against the bed. Once I’m straddling him, he notches his cock against my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, and I nod. I don’t know if I am or not; all I know is that I’m following where he leads.

He slides inside of me; it’s an easy glide thanks to my wetness. I shudder at the intensity of it.

“Tell me when it feels good,” he commands.

I’m about to tell him that it already feels good when I sense him changing inside me. Growing longer and thicker, filling me deeply. I gasp when he hits the sensitive spot inside and he grins.

“Like that, then?”

I nod again. “Mmmhmm, works for me.” That’s an understatement. I’ve never felt so full.

“Ride me,” he demands, and I raise up slightly, only to slam back down on him. He growls so deep in his chest that I can feel it vibrate through me. Holy fuck.

I find a rhythm, rocking onto him over and over again. Impossibly, I feel the pleasure building once more. I don’t see how I could possibly come again, but the tug in my belly suggests that it’s not only possible, but likely.

Khymerion grunts beneath me, thrusting his hips and surging deep inside. I feel him change again, a ribbed texture developing along his skin, dragging against all my sensitive places and stimulating my G-spot.

“Fuck me, that feels good.” I shiver as pleasure courses through me.

“Yes,” he groans in agreement. “I knew it would; after all, I’m a pleasure lord. But you feel even better than I was expecting.” He pulls out slowly and then shoves back in again, making me bounce and gasp. He growls.

“Do that again,” I beg.

He does. Over and over. The spot inside of me throbs.

My entire body begins to tremble, a telltale sign of an impending orgasm. “Ohh,” I moan. “I’m gonna come again.”

“You better,” he demands. “At least once. I need to feel it.”

He expands his cock inside me, swelling until I can’t take another bit, and slams home. I explode, screaming as the dam of pleasure inside me breaks, swamping me with ecstasy. He moans, gripping my hips to hold me tight as he increases his pace.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anyone come so hard for me,” he grunts out. “You’re strangling my dick and flooding it with all that cum.”

“I’ve never come this hard,” I whimper, still shaking. “I didn’t know I could.” Spasms are rocketing through me, tightening my abs and pulsing my clit. It feels like it will never stop, and I don’t want it to. I’m even wetter now, and I wonder if maybe I squirted. I never have before, but then again, most of this is new.

I throw my head back and let my hips undulate on him, rocking all my most sensitive places against a cock that never stops changing. He somehow knows what I want before I do, lengthening or thickening to tease me exactly right. I reach up and palm my nipples, which are so taut they almost hurt. Pinching them just adds another level of pleasure to the whole thing.

“Khymerion,” I groan. “It feels too good. I can’t take it.”

“You can and you will,” he grits out, shifting his hips and changing the angle. “I decide when we’re done.”

I squeak at the sudden shift and the new pressure it creates. A long, grinding moan pours out of me involuntarily.

He pulls me down on top of him, smashing my nipples into his chest, and kisses me hard, his tongue tangling with mine. All of my senses are overwhelmed by him: his taste in my mouth, the scent of sex surrounding us, the thick weight of him inside me.

This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s not like I walked in here a virgin, but any normal male would have come by now. But not a pleasure lord; he has stamina like nothing I’ve ever even imagined.

He’s grunting and groaning and growling, clearly having a good time, but he shows no signs of slowing down. It’s like he could do this forever if he wanted to. And miraculously, I’m keeping up. It feels so good that I’m dripping wet, soaked with my own cum, preventing any friction from forming.

“I’m not finishing until you come again. And even when I do, we might not be done. Unlike your weak human men, I don’t have a refractory period,” he growls, and I choke on a laugh.

“Four might be pushing it. You might actually kill me.”

He just shoots me a wicked grin and shifts again, this time forming a mini appendage near the base of his cock. An appendage that rubs against my clit with each of his thrusts.

“Oh, gods,” I mutter. I don’t know how my body hasn’t shut down from the pleasure already. Under any other circumstances, I think I’d be unconscious by now. But it’s as though I’m programmed to do exactly what Khymerion says, because the orgasm sensations are already starting up again, intense pressure building low in my abdomen.

“Just one more. I know you have it in you,” he encourages. “After all, this is what you paid for. Get your credits’ worth, little human.” He pushes my torso back up, allowing him to get deeper.

The new appendage strums my clit and I gasp. I’m so swollen, so wet, so aroused , that the feeling is even stronger than I anticipated.

Somehow, through the magic of being a shapeshifting pleasure lord, Khymerion increases his pace again , pistoning into me at a truly astonishing rate. I don’t expect to like it—I usually prefer slow and smooth to a jackhammer—but whatever he’s doing, it works .

I’m sweaty, exhausted, and wrung out, but I feel a cataclysm coming on. I hold on for dear life as he pushes into me again and again, his massive cock rubbing my G-spot without mercy.

I scream, my voice hoarse and my throat raw, as the most intense climax of my life rips through me. I feel the ecstasy everywhere—in my trembling legs, in my shaking fingers, in my tight nipples and swollen clit. It just erupts through me with the force of a volcano, dumping hot lava pleasure into all my nooks and crannies. I shake and whimper, tears rolling down my face, as my body tries to cope with the onslaught. It’s so good, it defies words.

Finally satisfied, Khymerion lets loose with a roar. He swells inside me again, though this time I don’t think it’s intentional. I feel the hot spurt of his release mixing with mine, and it’s all so powerful, I can barely breathe.

I fold forward, collapsing onto his chest as he rocks through the aftershocks. All I can do is hang on until he finally stills, panting as hard as I am.

“Am I alive?” I finally mutter.

“Ask me later,” he mumbles. “I think I came so hard it put me in a coma.”

I laugh and manage to roll off of him. I flop on my back, exhausted, sore, and thoroughly sated. “I’ve never experienced anything like that,” I say with a contented sigh. “As promised, you were beyond all my expectations.”

He hooks an arm around me, his bicep strong and solid, and pulls me close. “To be honest, I don’t think I have either.”

I shoot him a look and he chuckles. “I know, I do this for a living. I’m a pleasure lord. You think this is my everyday existence, right?”

I blow out a puff of air to clear a stray curl out of my eye. “Well, yeah. Something like that.”

“No,” he rumbles, meeting my gaze and sounding surprisingly vulnerable. “I mean, sure, I have a lot of sex with a lot of partners. It’s my job. But also…it’s my job . It can be a bit… perfunctory, you might say. I have no issue with the physical enjoyment, of course, but it’s rare for my mind, my emotions to get involved."

“And they did with me?”

“So it would seem. I didn’t just have fun with you, Twyla. I like you. I find myself wanting to know you better. And that, little human, is rare for me. I don’t often bother with friendships, and I never pursue romance.”

“Never?”

“Why would I? It’s impossible to be in a monogamous relationship with the work that I do, and there are very few people, male or female, who would accept that. At least in the long term.”

I snort. “I don’t know about that. You’re panty-meltingly sexy and literally provide pleasure for a living. There are a lot of polyamorous people who would sign right up to be with you.”

He shrugs, his big arm moving beneath me. “Maybe, but that hasn’t been my experience. With polyamory, at least as I know it, everyone sort of has equal involvement. It’s not one partner sitting at home while the other fucks the galaxy for a living.”

I shift and meet his eyes, skepticism in my own. “You really think the other person would just be sitting at home, waiting? Why wouldn’t they be out having their own fun? This block alone has like, five, sex clubs.”

He gives the impression of raising a brow, though he doesn’t really have eyebrows to speak of. “I suppose that may be true. But it’s irrelevant. That isn’t the kind of relationship I want. How did we land on this topic, anyway?”

I wiggle my own brows, teasing him. “I think it started because you like me,” I singsong.

“Ah, yes,” he says with a sigh. “A feeling that must be one-sided, hmm?”

“I don’t recall saying that.”

“Ah, so you like me too?” He tries to mimic my teasing tone, but it comes out as a vibrating grumble instead.

“Well, I don’t know you all that well, outside of the outstanding sex. But I like what I’ve seen so far. Enough to get to know you, if the opportunity presented itself.”

“Surely we could make that happen?”

I ponder it. I don’t work in the Outer Rim very often. But perhaps I could change my routes or take on a wider variety of clientele. “I could maybe stop by from time to time. But what about you? Would you come visit me when you have time?”

“I could try. Where do you live?”

“In my ship, mostly. I spend a lot of time traveling, and it makes the most sense to stay there. But I take vacations on tropical planets when time allows.”

He looks thoughtful. “A vacation on a tropical planet. I can safely say that’s something I’ve never done. And believe me, I don’t say that sentence very often.”

I can only imagine. Clearly, he’s experienced it all when it comes to the bedroom, but he probably had a life before this. Void Lords are ageless; who knows what all he’s seen. I have to admit, I’m curious.

Before I can think too deeply on it, my watch beeps, reminding me that I have other jobs. I’ve been here much longer than I intended.

“Shit. I need to get going.”

“I understand.” He rises, a swirling cloud of black, and picks up my clothes from the floor. “Let me help you dress.”

Once all my leathers are back on, I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for a very fun experience, Khymerion. Truly.”

He escorts me to the back door of his enclosure, giving me directions to get back to the front of the building and my ship. “The pleasure was all mine. You’re welcome back anytime.”

I nod and leave, trying to focus on my job and next delivery. But I’ve barely exited the atmosphere when my comm buzzes with a new notification. Not only has Khymerion transferred my credits back to me, granting me a full refund, but he also sent his personal contact information and a note: It felt wrong to keep the credits. Whatever we experienced together, it was more than a transaction. Let me know next time you’re in the neighborhood…or on a tropical planet. Maybe I can join you.

I grin. Seems like he was telling the truth and I wasn’t the only one who felt a connection between us. Who knows what it could grow into, if we had the chance to spend more time together. I tap the computer on my ship and check the courier schedule. There are more deliveries in the Outer Rim than I had originally realized.

Perfect.

Even better, the tropical vacation planet of Elysium is less than a parsec from here.

I just might have to make a point of planning a vacation…as soon as I can.

If you enjoyed this story, check out more alien romance from Vivienne Hart, starting with Aura Awakened .