Page 26 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
Aiken
It isn’t until nightfall that I finally get a moment to let go of all the frustration that’s built up over the day. With Xav and Emily out to dinner together, I don’t have to worry about getting interrupted. I flop onto the bed and roll over onto my back. My mind goes straight to Margot, that insufferable, headstrong woman. More stubborn than one of my own kind and just as deadly.
Someone needs to loosen that woman up—in more ways than one—before she ends up in the hospital, like Xavian said. If she isn’t careful, she could end up sick. Or hurt. Or…
Yeah, that line of thinking won’t do. I roll my sweatpants down over my hips, allowing my four cocks to spring free from their hiding place underneath a thick layer of carapace.
I fist one of them, already hard as titanium, and give it a good, slow pump. Yeah. Wipe that smug smirk off her face as I dive deep between her thighs. I wonder what she sounds like when she’s coming? What her face looks like? Does she like to cuddle after getting fucked for hours, or would she get up and shower right away? I twist around to rummage under my pillow and grab the bottle of lube I’ve stashed under it, then squirt a dollop into my palm.
I imagine pushing each ridge of my cock down Margot’s slender throat. Carefully, of course, so as not to choke her. I think about grabbing the silky strands of her hair and pulling hard at the roots, so hard her eyes water as I plunge my cock deeper into her throat while she moans. Does she like it rough, I wonder? If she didn’t, I’d fuck her gently, too. It doesn’t matter how she likes it, so long as she’s mine.
In my mind, she’s eager and ready for me. She’s dipping her fingers into her wet, soft cunt as I hit the back of her throat. Yeah. Just like that. I work my shaft harder and faster until the mattress groans beneath my weight. Need … to tame … that brat.
I grunt with each thrust of my hand until beads of my bright blue precum spill over and trickle down my length. My other three cocks ache, longing to be stroked, too, but I don’t have enough hands or energy to bother. Would Margot be able to take all of them at once? Let’s see, that’s one in her mouth, two in her hands … that leaves just one left out. I think about the logistics and flexibility required to get all four of my dicks involved in the action as I rub myself raw.
A moan escapes my throat as I feel myself on the precipice of climax. Margot’s beautiful, chocolate-colored eyes looking up at me as she bites her lower lip. The way she gasps my name as I thrust between her legs…
So close. I am so, so close.
Could she even handle me? I’m so big, and she’s so … so small. I’ve never fucked a Lunan before. But I wouldn’t want to break her. Get rough with her, sure, but hurt her? Never. Nah, Margot could handle me. That girl desperately needs to be ridden. Might help her … live longer…
I thrust into my hand a final time and growl as my orgasm tears through my body. Clear blue cum releases in thick ribbons and splatters across my vintage television set. The one I spent months trekking across the Milky Way to get. The one thing in my possession I would never, ever sell, even if I was down to my last credit.
Fuck. The streaks of cum are already corroding the screen, burning through it like acid.
Oh, right. That’s another thing that’s stopped me from fucking a Lunan. My semen’s like battery acid. The ladies I visit at the Cosmic Wink are always other species that are… compatible with my equipment. No condoms required over there, because I can’t get them pregnant or pass any STIs around. But if my cum touches Margot’s skin, it’s not going to be pretty. Normally, I’d wear special condoms made specifically for this issue, but I ran out a couple of days ago and haven’t had time to grab a new box. Dammit. I should have waited until I got new ones, but I couldn’t. Not after spending time with her. I needed release now .
Still trembling from my planet-shattering orgasm, I slide off the bed with a thump that makes the entire apartment quake. Emily’s sweet voice yelps from the other room, and heavy footsteps plod toward my door.
Wait, when did they get home?
The door to the living room shuts, and Xavian’s voice mutters something I can’t make out. They’re back already?
Oh. Oh, no.
“Uh, don’t come in,” I grind out, and whirl around wildly, searching for a towel or anything to cover myself with. But it’s too late. My door flies open, and Xavian rushes in, his eyes wide in bewilderment.
He stops abruptly in his tracks and takes in the scene. The television, which is melting into my dresser at this point. My cocks hanging limply outside of their carapace like sad stadium hot dogs; I didn’t have time to tuck them back in. And then me, standing there as naked as the day I hatched.
“Uh.” I blink at him. “Hi.”
Xavian’s hands fly to his face to cover his eyes. “Hey, buddy?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah?”
“I’m not hallucinating, right? Your television is melting?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“That’s what I thought, but I had to be sure.”
We stand there in silence for a few moments until he says, “Do you need help cleaning up the television goo? Because I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be breathing in those chemicals.”
“Yeah,” I grunt.
I grab the blanket from my bed, wrap it around myself, and shuffle past Xavian to make a beeline for the bathroom.