Page 7 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
If I thought Ma’el was overwhelming before, I am drowning in him now. He’s leaned in, moving so slowly it’s painful. His large wings blot out my vision so that he’s the only thing I can see, and trap in his heat and scent. It’s probably a testament to how much adrenaline I have had pumping through my body that I’ve barely noticed how cold it is now that Ma’el is acting as my own personal space heater. His breath is warm as it puffs out of his nose and skates across my cheek. He smells like fresh growing things and rain, though there’s a musk to his scent that I find intoxicating. When he reaches out with his tongue and cleans my wound, I can’t contain my gasp. Ma’el pulls back, his eyes searching my face. I lick my lips, and his gaze focuses on my mouth. A giddy hope takes hold in my chest even though I’m beating it back with a stick. Down girl , I tell myself, he’s trying to take care of you, not take care of you.
From below, my pussy is screaming her need to be taken care of with hope and I worry that I’m on the losing end of this battle. My body is fully convinced that this is sexual and wants nothing of my insistence that it’s platonic.
Ma’el, on the other hand, still seems so concerned and reluctant that I reach up to pull his face back towards mine. His eyes widen and he smiles when he realizes that I’m encouraging him to come back for my healing, and then there is that cocky smile again. A sharp fang peeks out of the corner of his smile and fuck it should not be that sexy.
Instead of the broad, sweeping strokes he’s been using, Ma’el flicks his tongue out. The light touch teases my cheek and overwhelms me. Who knew a lick, on the cheek of all places, could be so erotic. I whimper, but Ma’el doesn’t seem deterred. In fact, he doubles his efforts. I must have way more cuts on my face than I thought, because he’s being really thorough. He’s licked practically my whole face in seconds, and then he switches to my jawline and neck. The rumble of his purr is so intense it echoes throughout the chamber, bouncing off the walls and settling deep between my legs. I hope I don’t have to get up anytime soon, because certainly the rushes beneath me are fucking drenched. My breath pants out of me and I really hope that even though our other body language seems to be in line between our cultures, that sexual arousal is entirely different. I am a cat in heat, practically writhing at his attention, but he doesn’t seem dissuaded.
He twists my head back and forth to gain access to what he wants. And I am starting to think that it is what he wants, despite what my brain says must be the case.
My suspicions are all but confirmed when I feel something long, thick, and so warm wrap itself around my calf and snake up my thigh. This time, it’s me who pulls back to look at Ma’el. His eyes are dark and dilated, his cheeks are flushed a deep purple, and his breaths are unsteady. Please, whatever gods are listening, make our body language mean the same things. His thick tail has reached the apex of my thighs now, and I am vibrating in anticipation. Ma’el hesitates, looking so unsure, and perhaps it’s because I haven’t given him the feedback he needs yet. In a rush of bravery, I grab his face and bring it to mine, my desperate lips searching his out.
Ma’el freezes when our lips touch, his lips hard and unyielding under mine. Shit, did I entirely misread the situation? I pull back, ready to flee and die from embarrassment. How can I look at him when I just attacked him after he so kindly helped me. I shift my weight to stand, but he grunts something I can’t understand at me and holds my face firm. He pulls me back in and initiates another awkward kiss. He’s frozen, and we wait there for what feels like a million years, but it is probably only seconds. I soften my lips against his, and his purr rumbles louder as he matches me. Instead of just pressing our lips together, I give him an actual kiss and he blinks, surprised. He mimics me and suddenly I understand… he’s never been kissed.
I press little kisses to his mouth and in seconds he’s enthusiastically returning them. Each kiss he returns stokes the fires of my desire ever higher until I’m breathless with it. I sneak my tongue out to slide it along his plush lower lip and Ma’el growls, pulling back in surprise. His own tongue swipes across his bottom lip, and then he’s diving in, pulling me close to inundate my lips with his deft assault. He clearly doesn’t realize that opening our mouths or touching our tongues together is an option, so I open my mouth to invite him inside.
The man assimilates new information shockingly fast, and seems quite keen on kissing, because he scoops me up into his arms, and sets to learning everything about kissing with vigor. His tongue explores every facet of mine, every surface of my mouth like a man starved. He may not have a ton of technique, but he’s more than making up for it with enthusiasm. His purrs and growls reassure me that he’s loving this just as much as me, as do the thick hands grasping me under the ass. His sharp claws press into my flesh with the slightest bite and the dichotomy of his gentleness and danger is drugging me into oblivion. A bump at my back tells me he’s backed us up to the temple wall, and one hand releases me to roam to my breast. He hefts it in his hand, as if testing its weight, and he growls into my mouth with what he’s found. Apparently, he’s a fan.
He breaks our kiss and pulls back to stare at me for a moment. Our breaths heave in time and if I didn’t know better, I’d say his eyes look wet with unshed tears. That impressive, gorgeous dark purple tongue licks his lips, as if chasing the taste of me, and then he’s ducking his head and lifting my nipple to his mouth. I scream when his lips circle me, I have nothing left in me to hold back, nor—it seems—any reason to. Sharp teeth graze across my tip and he suckles me so carefully that I’m convinced I could come from just him playing with my nipples.
And then, I feel it, his tail. That thick, long member shifts from my upper thigh and tentatively tests between my legs. Ma’el cries out, his hips bucking beneath me and I can’t wait to see what he’s got behind his slutty little skirt-thing. His tail delves into my cunt, sliding easily through my dripping folds, exploring and cataloguing in the way he was so thorough with my injuries. He moves slowly, lingering where I squirm until he finds my clit. Again, I cry out because how could I possibly hold back? He massages it with his tail and then, holy fuck, it starts vibrating. He has a god-damned vibrator built into his tail. I moan and he lingers, only letting up his assault on my breast to switch to the other one. I’m writhing against the smooth wall of the temple, and Ma’el is overwhelming me entirely. I’ve never been so completely turned on by someone before and I wonder if I just hadn’t ever slept with someone who is truly my type… because apparently my type is tall, purple, and alien.
I clench, the pleasure building too high, too fast with the buzzing of Ma’el’s tail—I never could last long against a vibrator—and all too quickly, I’m tumbling head-first into an orgasm.
“Fuck!” I scream to the temple, my pussy clenches around nothing and my entire body bows off the wall with the force of it. I squeeze my eyes shut, because all at once, everything is overwhelming. Pleasure rushes over me, dragging me down into the hazy depths of my orgasm until I’m floating in bliss.
Above me, Ma’el is planting sweet, reverent kisses over my breasts, my neck, my face, whispering words I don’t understand into my skin.
“Whoa,” I pant. “That was the most intense experience I think I’ve ever had, I?—”
Ma’el cuts me off as he turns me away from him. With one hand, he gently places my hands on the wall then slides them down as he bends me over. Well then, I suppose we are not done. In fairness, he hasn’t come yet, and I am not trying to be a hypocrite out here. Nor is it like I am disappointed with this progression of events.
This man must have a hard-on for surprises though, because as soon as he’s got me bent over, I feel his tail return to my clit, one strong arm wraps around my torso to hold me up, and the other slips between my legs. With two massive fingers, he gathers up some of my slick and I hiss as one of his sharp claws grazes one of my lips. It doesn’t hurt, but it certainly reminds me what he’s equipped with against my most sensitive area.
The next second, his hand is gone, and it’s quickly followed by two clinking sounds, a groan, and Ma’el is presenting his fingers in front of my face. He’s bitten his claws off so that they are blunt, and I shiver, imagining those thick fingers stretching me wide. This alien, my statue, is driving me wild for him and I decide that two can play at that game.
A Cheshire cat smile spreads across my face as I lean forward and wrap my lips around them. They’re so thick that I can barely fit the two of them together. I’m no quitter, though, so I gulp them down, sucking off any trace of my own taste from his fingers.
Behind me, Ma’el lets out what I assume is a curse and snatches his hand back. With that same, wet hand, he gathers my hair and turns my head to the side. He leans down, his tongue skating around the shell of my ear as he whispers into my ear. The words no longer sound sweet or reverent, I’m receiving an admonishment if I had my guess. It seems I’ve been a bad, bad girl, and he wasn’t impressed with my little stunt. Of course, it only makes my pussy pulse harder, because I’m not some demure, submissive little girl, and he doesn’t seem deterred by that in the least.
Ma’el relaxes his grip on my hair, and his hand returns to my cunt, his vibrations starting once more. He grunts as he slips one digit inside me, testing the fit. He growls and pumps it in, his head nestling into the crook of my shoulder. He’s growling words into my neck, and though I have no idea what they mean, each one shatters me.
After a moment, Ma’el finds a spot inside me that makes me scream my pleasure until it echoes through the temple. Each press of his finger scrambles my senses and when combined with the vibrations of his tail. I’m gone. He rocks into me and I know that this is only a preview for what it would feel like to have his cock pumping into me. In seconds, he’s found and satisfied each and every one of my erogenous zones and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’m certain I would be a puddle on the ground. My legs are shaking, my breaths are erratic and I am honestly not sure how much more I can withstand. I’m shouting through the temple, saying god only knows what, though I’m certain it includes a fair few expletives. If I had to guess it’s something to the tune of “Jesus fucking Christ, Ma’el, yes!”
On and on he pushes me, forcing me into orgasm after orgasm. Ma’el whispers his own words against my neck, a counterpoint to my screams, a symphony of sin. At some point, I’ve lost all track of time or most of my surroundings, he’s slipped in that second finger, and I’m stretched wider than I ever have been. I’m so unbelievably full and I’m obsessed.
Eventually, I descend into nonsense words, and can’t even hold my arms against the wall anymore. Hell, at this point, I’m less a human and more so one live nerve ready to spark an orgasm at any moment. Ma’el relaxes, slowing his pumping and quieting his tail’s vibration and my mind clears. Not entirely, but just enough to think about how Ma’el has made a huge mistake if he expects me to be able to help him out in any way at this point.
My back chills as he leaves me, and I wonder if I have fucked up. Am I missing some cultural norm? Was I supposed to fight him for the privilege of pleasuring him? But no, I realize that is definitely not the case as suddenly Ma’el’s smiling face appears between my feet. Because not only has he just given me more orgasms than I can count in a row, but now he’s pulling me down to sit on his face.
“Really?” I moan. I’m fifty percent shocked and falling in love with this man, and fifty percent exhausted. Surely he knows that expecting me to ride his face at this point is a lot of work. My pussy though, that horny bitch, is onboard, despite just completing the cunt-a-thon of the century. She’s more than ready to keep this party going even though I can’t decide if I am about to die, or if I already did and this is heaven.
Clawed hands gently reach up and tug me down to sit on his face, and fine, I’ll admit it, my pussy was right. This is a fucking amazing idea, because Ma’el knows exactly what I need. Instead of focusing on my clit, Ma’el sets to slurping up every bit of my cream with gusto. The noises he’s making are like I’ve prepared him the most delicious meal he’s ever had, and who am I to deny him that? I am not trying to be selfish, really, I’m just here for his pleasure.
At least, that is how he makes me feel. I lean forward and discover exactly what his horns are for. They fit into my hands perfectly, warm and smooth with ridges and divots that fit my fingers like I was made to grasp them. Ma’el bucks underneath me–it’s clear he’s into the way I grab them. From behind me, I hear the sounds of a buckle and then metal hitting the ground. I moan because he’s finally going to let me see his cock.
“Yes!” I moan, squeezing his horns and looking back over my shoulder so I can see. At the same moment, he shoves his thick tongue up inside me, immediately locating and massaging my g-spot while he grinds his nose into my clit. I shake and scream, because after all the orgasms I’ve had, this one just might be the one that does me in. His tongue writhes inside me, pressing and massaging me through my orgasm and I’ve never felt anything like it. And then, Ma’el is bowing off the ground, every one of his muscles tense. My vision focuses and just as I am about to get a good luck at it, his long, thick, purple cock shoots a stream of cum, and I am coated in it.
The pale purple liquid coats my face and drips into my mouth. It’s slightly sweet and tangy, like a grape, and I can’t help but laugh. I collapse back onto his chest, and giggle, because we are both covered in this alien’s copious cum that somehow tastes like the most refreshing grape popsicle on a hot summer day and I cannot even fathom how this is my real life. Ma’el joins me in my laughter, though I am not certain he gets what I find so funny. His strong hands reach up and pulls me toward him so that my head is tucked under his chin, and his large wings encircle us. He nuzzles the top of my head and scoops his cum off of my face. I expect him to wipe it on the ground or something, but instead he massages it into my skin, like he’s just fucked my ever loving brains out and now I get a jizz massage? Oooookay. There are clearly some cultural differences here, but honestly? I think humans might be in the wrong here, because he is on to something with this.
I’ve never felt so safe or loved, and I am yawning in seconds. His wings keep the heat he produces in, and as I drift to sleep, I realize that he’s purring again.