Page 84 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars

Eryxxus

I made sure to make her land on top of me, absorbing the impact of our crash. The moment she pushed her hair back, I rolled us and changed positions. The dark tendrils caressed her skin, worshiping her as I licked the groove between her breasts.

When her fingers massaged my head, my hips undulated against her. Her clothes were already in disarray from the previous battle, so it took little effort to shred the rest of it away from her, exposing her exquisite flesh like a feast. She took on a familiar form I had come across in the eons of my existence—one of the weaker races to hide such extravagant power.

I chuckled against the soft, roundness of her stomach before trailing my long, black tongue downward. She coaxed me and encouraged me to go further as she opened her legs, putting herself on display for me like a sacrifice.

The moment my tongue tasted her arousal, I growled, invading her further. Pushing the back of her thighs, I created more room for the breadth of my shoulders as my tongue dove inside of her, collecting everything she was willing to give me.

Everything she was surrendering.

I watched with dark satisfaction as her back arched in pleasure, her hands clawing at the back of my head. Her womb pulsed around my tongue as it gave way to the climax I forced out of her. She wrapped her legs around my head, locking me in place, torturing me with the intensity of her taste as she continued to come into my mouth.

The men on the ship only ever whispered her name in fear— Astraea . But I knew it wasn’t her true name. Deities never gave up that information easily as names held too much power.

Pulling my head back, I dragged her voluptuous body beneath me, slamming my mouth on her.

“Can you taste how much you’ve driven me to the brink of madness?” I groaned. She grabbed my cock between us and pressed it against the palm of her hand against my abdomen, leaving a trail of arousal.

I watched her as she lifted her hand to her face and licked her palm seductively in front of me, teasing me with the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing and she relished how she tortured me, forcing me to fall for her little power play.

“Madness is sometimes a chosen state of mind, Eryxxus, and not everyone knows the rules of the game,” she cooed.

My nostrils flared before I forcefully turned her onto her hands and knees, lining her up to me. Leaning over her back, I licked the shell of her ear. “You toy with the wrong god, Astraea . You’ve woken a primal hunger in me that can never be quenched.”

I slammed my cock inside her willing womb, her arousal and mine dripping together to create a smooth entry. The dark tendrils solidified into tentacles, the suction cups covering the bud at the tip of her entrance. It pulled and plucked as another tentacle slipped its way into her other willing hole. Each thrust felt like agonizing fire, a flame that both burned and breathed life.

Pressing my weight onto her back, her head went down to the ground as my shadows wrapped around her wrists and neck, locking her in place. Each glorious thrust both pulled me from and into my madness.

Her presence, a burning star in the wreckage of everything else, consumed my every thought. Her energy, so pure and infinite, had wrapped around my soul like a vine, and now, as my fingers brushed against hers, the bond between us was sealed.

I could feel her power—no, not just feel it, I could taste it in the air. It was intoxicating, addictive. Like I was feeding on the very essence of the universe itself. She was more than I had ever imagined. She was something that couldn’t be defined by mere mortals. And I... I was the one who had brought her into my grasp and into willful submission.

She cried out as her womb spasmed around me, becoming the catalyst for my own release. I saw the same all-consuming stars that hid behind her eyes as I pressed my forehead against her back.

We stayed in position, catching our breaths as my cock continued to fill her to the brim, my seed spewing from between us and down the inside of her thighs. As the silence between us stretched, her expression shifted. I could feel it. She was no longer the docile, gentle being I had once thought her to be. No. Now, there was something else in her eyes. Something iniquitous.

Her lips parted, a quiet exhale escaping her as though she was waking from a deep sleep. Her song, the frequency inside of her, which had been so sweet and serene, now felt... discordant. A strange shiver ran down my spine as I studied her, trying to understand what had just happened.

My cock slipped out, and she smiled—just a small, barely perceptible curve of her lips. But it wasn’t the innocent smile I had seen before. It wasn’t the smile of someone broken by her captivity, ready to submit. No. This smile was dangerous.

"You were wrong," she whispered, her voice low and soft but carrying an unearthly weight.

I didn’t respond immediately, too caught up in the strange tone of her words, in the dark undercurrent now threading through her song. I tried to steady my breath, to focus on her, but it was like trying to hold back a squall with bare hands.

"I was never yours," she continued, her voice slicing through the chaos like a blade, as she turned around to face me slowly. Her eyes—those eyes—held no warmth, no innocence. There was no light in them anymore. There was only the coldness of the void, both ancient and much older than I could fathom.

I stepped back instinctively, a sickening feeling crawling up my spine. The shadows around me pulsed and snapped, unsure of the threat I was projecting. My heart began to race, my pulse quickening as though I had been caught in a trap I didn’t even know I’d set for myself.

"What are you—" I started to ask, but she cut me off, her voice suddenly sharp, the melody now completely turned into something alien, clawing at my sanity.

"You don't understand yet, do you?" she asked, her words dripping with an eerie kind of amusement. She stood there in a satisfied state of euphoria, naked, as if waiting for the right time to force me to my knees. "You thought you had me, but I’ve always been more than you could ever control. This—this power you think I possess—it’s not mine to give. I was born from the stars, from the remnants of worlds lost to time. You think you can just take me and make me yours... but you’re wrong. I can easily destroy you."

Her last words hung in the air, charged with an unnatural force. The remnants of the ship seemed to respond, the debris rattling around us. What light the planet provided dove into pitch black as her voice grew louder, reverberating through my very bones.

Her body transformed—her silhouette morphing in the shadows that emitted from me—and I could sense a power I hadn’t thought possible. My breath hitched as I watched her take a graceful step forward, her form unraveling into a shape completely different from her human form, her true essence unfurling before my very eyes.

The power I had so desperately craved to control now stood before me, alive and furious.

"You think you can control me, Eryxxus?" Her words came like a force of nature, snapping the air around us. "But you are nothing but a mere god."

I reached for her, desperation flooding my veins, but she moved, swift and fluid, her form blinking in and out of existence, always landing in different locations around me. She was too fast for me to catch up, too fast for my power to locate her.

I had lost to her game, never truly understanding the real rules. She could have escaped from her prison at any time.

I staggered, disoriented, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, a flicker of doubt crossed my mind.

She had been toying with me this whole time. Toying with the researcher.

“Knowledge can be a dangerous thing, Eryxxus,” she whispered as if standing right behind me. “One, I’m unsure you’re capable of wielding just yet.”

The world around me spun, reality bending and folding, as though I were being pulled into the eye of a black hole. My legs gave out beneath me, and I crashed to the floor onto my knees, unable to regain my bearings. Panic clawed at my throat as I realized that she was gone — she was the one who had caused this.

She wasn’t just the siren who had pulled me out of madness. She was the destroyer of everything I had built, the force that had ruined all I had worked for.

I staggered to my feet, my head spinning, trying to piece together what was happening. And then I heard it—her voice, low and mocking, floating through the void.

"You thought you could own the stars, Eryxxus?" Her voice was everywhere and nowhere at once. "You never stood a chance. You were never prepared."

I staggered, holding my head as if I could stop the ringing in my ears. I had to find her. I had to stop her. But as I moved through the endless darkness, my steps faltered. The reality around me seemed to blur, reality and the universe warping, the solid floor beneath me bending.

And then I saw it—the reflection of myself, distorted and twisted in the fractured shards of floating ship metal, my eyes wide with madness.

I had been played. I was no longer the deity that came back into his power. I was a pawn in her game, a tool for her chaos.

And in the broken ruins of this dying ship and space continuum, I realized something horrifying:

I had never broken her. I had only been a part of her plan all along.