Page 36 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
Aiken
I meant what I said before. I’m going to marry this woman. But first, I’m going to make her scream.
Margot eyes my cocks, which are already weeping bluish precum for her. Shit. I roll off the bed in the blink of an eye and rummage through my dresser.
“W-Wait, what’s happening?” Margot asks, clearly confused by my hasty exit.
“Almost forgot,” I grumble, and pull out a four-pack of Gorcian style condoms. I hold up the silver packet and wag it in the air. “We got a little heated before I could tell you, but my cum will burn a hole through everything it touches.”
Margot’s jaw falls open again, and I wince. Then her gaze flicks to the top of my dresser, where the dark residue of my television still clings. Despite my best efforts, I can’t get it completely clean.
“Wait,” she says, her voice wavering. “Is that?—”
“Yeah,” I say, and rub the back of my neck. “Had an accident a little while ago with my television. But they make condoms for exactly this reason.”
“All my research on Gorcians didn’t mention anything about this,” she murmurs.
I chuckle at the thought of Margot sitting there on her phone late at night, obsessively searching for articles on my people and our proclivities. She likely wouldn’t have found much. We don’t like people prying into our business. Even less so about our anatomy. But I commend my little wife for trying, because I did the same. Researched all the ways one could have sex with a Lunan without injuring or breaking them.
I slip the condoms on one by one, and she watches with a heavy lust in her eyes. Good. She hasn’t lost interest yet. When I climb back onto the bed, Margot slides against the pillow and opens her legs.
“So eager for me.” I chuckle, and it’s then I notice her thighs are trembling. That won’t do. The only reason I want her thighs trembling is because I made her come so many times she can’t see straight. “But you don’t have to worry. You take as many as you want. Or don’t want. The choice is yours.”
In my late-night masturbation sessions, I’ve fantasized about riding this girl hard and fast while yanking on that silky hair of hers. But now that she’s actually here, I … I don’t want to do any of that. I want to cherish her. Protect her. Treat her like the precious treasure that she is.
Sensing her reluctance, I move forward on the bed, my dicks swaying close to her face. I wasn’t meaning for it to be an invitation, only trying to get into a better position to comfort her, but Margot takes one into her grip. Her hands are so small, yet they feel divine as she pumps my shaft. Her curious eyes find mine, and my tongue flicks between my lips as though to say, “go on.”
I purr, which only makes her stroke me harder. Then she takes one of my other cocks into her mouth, sliding her lips over my length with ease. Damn, she’s good at this. A jealous thought races through my stupid skull as I wonder how many dicks she’s sucked before, because she is skilled . But her past doesn’t matter. Only her present and our shared future together. No matter how many men she’s had before, I know that I’ll be the only one she thinks about from this day forward. The only man who will give her the kind of pleasure and release she needs.
I groan as I slide back and forth in both her throat and her hand. Two out of four? Not bad. I’m not complaining.
With a gentle pop, Margot releases me, and I swoop her up into my arms to hold her against my chest. I can feel her little heart racing again, but this time it’s for a good reason and not because the ceiling is coming down on us. My hands squeeze her perfect, plump backside, and I trill again, thrilled by the feeling of her curves in my palms. At last. At last, she’s here and mine and I can touch her, not just text her. I can actually do all the things I’ve written about.
“Wrap your legs around me again,” I command her, and she obediently wraps her thighs around my waist. My twin hearts beat against my ribs like a hot iron being struck, each heartbeat threatening to explode—and I haven’t even gotten inside of her yet.
Her eyes never leave mine as I drag my four cocks along her cunt and ass. Fuck, they’re hungry. An unspoken question passes between us, and she nods.
“I can take them,” she breathes, and I believe her. Margot is so wet, she’s practically dripping. “I can.”
I spear her cunt, but only with two. Margot’s eyes spring open, and I go perfectly still to allow her time to get used to my girth. We settle against one another in a comforting quiet, and she rests her chin on my shoulder to let out a sigh. “I’m okay,” she assures me. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me. Promise.”
Well. If she says so. I gather her hair in my fist tenderly before locking eyes with her. She nibbles her bottom lip and nods. “It’s fine, Aiken,” she rasps. “I’m a big girl. I can take it.”
I pull back on the strands close to her scalp and watch her expression carefully. Her eyes water, which worries me at first until she grins, and I realize she’s wincing because she likes what I’m doing to her. So much for being fragile, then. My wife likes a little pain with her pleasure, does she?
After a few moments, I move in and out of her. Slowly at first, until she’s a panting, writhing mess against me. “More,” she breathes. “Please, Aiken. More.”
Oh, I could get used to the sound of her begging.
“Are you sure?” I huff, my own breathing becoming serrated. My hips buck against her, and we moan together. “What about—the other?—”
“Yes,” she pants into my ear. “I want you to fill me. Everywhere.”
I slide out of her cunt and drop her onto the mattress just long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant I stashed under my pillow. It takes me seconds to slather my palms and cocks in the bright pink substance, and I wink at Margot when she gives me a questioning look. “Special lube,” I say when I catch her staring at the bottle’s label. “Specially suited for, uh, bigger species.”
Once sufficiently coated, I don’t waste any time, scooping her up and sliding back inside of her. The lubricant tingles, but in a good way as I slide effortlessly into her tight hole. Margot bites her bottom lip as her eyes glisten with unshed tears. Is she in pain? Fuck me, she shouldn’t be.
“It has a numbing agent in it,” I explain in between thrusts. “You should only feel pleasure. But tell me to stop, little wife, and I will stop.”
But Margot doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t say anything at all as her pretty pout opens and closes. I’ve fucked the thoughts right out of her brain, finally.
Good. I wipe the smudged lipstick in one of the corners of her mouth away before letting out a deep groan. Fucking her is going to become an addiction, I fear.
“Don’t stop,” she finally answers, her breathing serrated and hungry. “Never stop.”
We move together as one, two of my cocks nestled deeply in her cunt with a third in her ass. Heaven. This must be what it feels like to feel completely satisfied. Buried deep within my mate, my claws scrape against the tender skin of her backside. Margot bounces on my three cocks in perfect rhythm to my heartbeats, and beads of sweat gather and slide down the curves of her breasts. I release another throaty moan before sliding a second cock into her ass.
Her eyes water again from the fullness, but still she does not tell me to stop.
“Don’t worry,” I say between grunting. “The lube also protects you from tearing, too. It’s—” Another groan. Won’t be long now. “Good stuff.”
All four of my cocks are now buried deep inside my mate. I slide my tongue into her mouth and allow it to mingle with hers like they’re good friends. Then, without warning, her little body shudders against mine. Another orgasm tears through her, and I roar up at the ceiling as I pump a final, triumphant time, finding my own release alongside her.
We fall together against the pillows, panting and trembling from the exertion. After a few moments, we finally catch our breath, and I cradle her against my chest.
“Little wife,” I rumble softly. “Did you enjoy that?”
She nestles against my body, getting comfortable. “Yes. Of course I did.”
I press my lips to her forehead. “And are you my good girl, Margot?” I rumble in a thick, raw voice.
“No,” she answers, and lifts her face to mine. “And I never will be.”
I chuckle and rub the back of her head. Her sweaty musk intoxicates me as I run my claws through her silky hair, then wrap it around my fist possessively. She lets out a soft grunt as I pull her hair, but instead of looking annoyed, she looks … horny again.
“Perfect,” I rasp. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?” I yank her head back so I can plant a deep kiss on her lips. Margot’s entire body goes limp against me. I break the kiss, leaving her breathless and scarlet-faced.
“I’m not, but neither are you,” she murmurs, then trails her fingers across my cheek. “But when I’m with you, life certainly feels that way.”