Page 20 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Within an instant, the white above us turned to a familiar pattern of stars, and he was right, a calmness settled over me. From the floor, vines and moss grew over the white ground, shooting up the walls slowly and expanding, making a heavy forest in a matter of seconds. The smell of earth and greenery surrounded us, and he seemed to purr with approval.

“I do like this,” he said. “It has a certain charm nothing else in any dimension can quite capture.”

I felt my brow furrow.

“Earth truly is a fascinating place, dear heart, just like you…”

I couldn’t help but smile.

He walked with me further into the newly created forest, before slowing his pace and raising his arm to point. I followed the glittering pattern of his outstretched finger and realized that in the center of a small clearing was what appeared to be a chair.

He stopped and I felt myself stiffen.

“Look,” he said as he kept his arm outstretched. “Do you know what that is?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

He reached his arms above his head to take hold of me and lift me again at the waist, bringing me over the top of his head and down against his chest.

“I told you we did things differently around here,” he said as his grip on me tightened.

He took a step forward, and I realized it wasn’t the kind of chair I was used to. This one was raised high from the ground, with a strange, incomplete seat. It was as if the center and the very front of it had been removed, leaving a hole beneath. The arms were big and sturdy, with restraints, and shackles on the legs.

The more I stared at it, the more it reminded me of something I had seen before… that I had possibly even learned in one of my classes back on campus.

History was pulling at me… something from way back in the past.

I felt the warmth of his heart against my back and our pulses swiftly aligned.

Beat.

Beat.

Beat.

It almost looked like a device for torture, but my instinct told me it was something else entirely.

“It is your throne,” he said his hands taking hold of my breasts and cupping them. They were so large it was as if he were pinning me against him.

“A throne for a queen,” he continued.

As he said the words, something clicked. I had seen a similar chair before, and it was indeed in a history class.

“A queening chair?” I asked him, half stunned.

His breath was hot against my throat as he leaned in, the rumble of his breathing growing louder.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” he whispered with a low growl. “I knew the second I was brought to you, you would be of sound mind. An intelligent human who would quickly adapt.”

I swallowed down a brief flit of nerves.

“Will you sit, my queen?” His voice was growing more intense, echoing in the space around me and inside my head.

As we approached, he turned me and set me down on the seat. Its wide shape meant I had to open my legs to fit onto it, and I instantly felt a rush of air at my core.

“Oh,” I gasped, instinct telling me to reach down and protect my modesty.

“No,” he said taking hold of my hand. “You must not cover such beauty.”

He looked deeply into my eyes as he knelt before me, nudging up between my legs so his huge frame pressed against mine.

“Your pleasure is my priority,” he said as he stroked my face. “For our bond is one that transcends time and space. You must know what you are missing. You need to know what your body can do.”

I felt my breath catch as he reached down between my legs and I felt the warmth and pressure from his fingers push up against my pussy. Within his eyes, a darkness crossed over the swirl of stars, his pupils dilating in their own cosmic way.

“My body?” I whispered, my voice faltering as he moved his fingers against my sweetest spot. The smooth warmth and pressure made a wave of heat flood through my core. I let my head dip back, my breath catching as he flicked again and again.

“I have never seen such beauty,” he growled, his voice growing deeper. “You make me aroused in ways I’ve never known.”

He moved his hand deeper and slipped a long, smooth, thick finger inside me and I bucked my hips, the surprise quickly morphing into intense pleasure. With his spare hand, he reached up and took hold of my throat, squeezing gently and asserting his dominance.

“My kind must be in full control,” he murmured against my lips as he kissed me. “You must give yourself entirely.”

My head was spinning and I felt light as air. I had no idea how this was happening so fast, but I would not protest. I was engorged and wet, his cosmic finger slipping in and out of me so sweetly I was already seeing stars.

“So inviting,” he grunted as his grip on my throat relaxed.

He parted my legs wider and looked down at me, his hand still at my core, his finger opening me, and tickling the deepest, sweetest place inside.

“I can feel your pleasure,” he mused, biting his bottom lip with unnaturally sharp teeth. “It is intriguing… addictive.”

I could barely breathe. This Celestial was making me feel things no man back on earth had even come close to making me feel, and he hadn’t even gotten started.

“I demand your devotion,” he said with a wry smile. “And in return, I will give you life-changing love.”

“Ohhh,” I whimpered as he withdrew his finger and I began to grind my hips, searching for more.

“You will allow me to feast on you, to take your soul to a higher place, to succumb to me and the universe, to give yourself entirely.”

I panted, nodding my head, my inner thoughts wishing for him to keep going, to give me it all.

“You will never be the same,” he said, holding my gaze. “Are you sure you want me to continue?”

There was no going back, no stopping this from happening. We had already gone too far, my body so heightened and hungry it would never be satisfied without him… without this .

I tried to pull him closer.

“Yes,” I gasped, falling into destiny.

A dream-like state came over me, my mind swimming between reality and fantasy, and the line between pleasure and exquisite torture.

“Very well,” he said. “Sit upon your throne, my queen, and let me give you the attention you deserve.”

My heart was beating so fast and I could feel his pulse in my veins. My pussy throbbed with an ache inside so powerful I had never known need like it.

He turned around and began to lie below me, pushing himself across the forest floor until his head was directly below where I was sitting. He clipped my ankles quickly into the restraints on the legs before reaching up and snapping the ones at my wrists.

I was fully locked in with no means of escape, the chair holding me open.

I remembered from history class similar legends, that queens in the past had been allowed to sit atop open chairs, draping over their skirts for modesty, so a tongue servant could lay beneath and pleasure them whilst their kings were away at battle.

“I am your servant,” he said as if he could read my thoughts. “And you will submit your body to receive.”

I closed my eyes as his huge hands reached up and took hold of my thighs, the heat from his palms hot and calming as he licked his lips.

“I have waited all of time to taste you,” he said. “This moment will define the rest of our heavenly existence.”