Page 98 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Stars
Tashka
I blink into the dim light, my eyelids feeling heavy and uncooperative. A dull ache throbs in my head, as if I’ve been caught in a storm of confusion. As I attempt to move, a cold metal bite digs into my wrists. Panic flares inside me, sharp and urgent. My arms are chained behind me, immobilized. I try to shift, but the hard surface beneath me—the platform—holds me captive, forcing my knees apart in a way that feels wrong. Vulnerable.
“Where am I?” The words tumble from my lips, but they sound distant, muffled by the fog clouding my mind. I struggle to focus, to make sense of the shadows looming above.
Shapes take form through my blurred vision, hulking figures that sway like trees bending under the weight of a tempest. They’re so large, their outlines shifting and undulating, cloaked in darkness. I squint, trying to clear the haze, but it clings to me like a second skin.
“Touch her,” a voice rumbles, deep and resonant, reverberating through the air like distant thunder. I can’t decipher the words fully, but the tone is unmistakably appraising, almost hungry.
A shiver runs down my spine as I feel the first brush of hands against my skin—large, warm, and strangely delicate despite their size. My breath hitches, uncertainty flooding through me. The fingers explore with a slow deliberation, tracing along my arms, curling around my waist, and lingering on my thighs. Each touch sends prickles of sensation skimming across my nerves, igniting something primal within me.
“Look at her.” Another voice, softer but equally charged, drifts over me like silk. I can hear the curiosity woven into it, layered with a hint of something darker.
I strain to focus, my vision sharpening just enough to catch glimpses of their forms. Their features remain obscured, but I can see scales glimmering in the low light, reflecting shades of midnight green and cobalt blue. They tower above me, imposing and silent, their gazes heavy as they assess me, like prey laid bare before predators.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice quakes, barely a whisper, swallowed by the cavernous space around us. But no one answers. Instead, the hands continue their exploration, moving with an insistent, almost reverent touch. My heart races, pounding wildly against my ribcage, each beat echoing the growing dread in my chest.
“Is she afraid?” one voice murmurs, tinged with concern. “She feels so soft.”
“She’ll learn,” another replies, filled with dark promise.
The air thickens with tension, electrifying and suffocating all at once. I’m trapped in a world that feels both alien and intoxicating, and as the figures loom closer, I realize that whatever fate awaits me here, it’s only just begun.
A soft mechanical whirring fills the air, wrapping around my senses. I strain against the haze that clouds my mind as a strange warmth blooms from my stomach, spreading outward like molten honey. I feel something being strapped to me—something pulsing and alive, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Please, what is this?” My plea slips from my lips, but the figures above me only murmur in low tones, their voices heavy with excitement. The warmth deepens, concentrating between my legs, and I gasp as sensations ripple through me, awakening parts of myself I thought were locked away.
I’ve had vibrators before, devices designed to tease and please, but this…this feels different. It’s more than physical; it’s as if it knows me, knows exactly how to push me toward the edge. My breath quickens, and I squirm against the restraints, fighting the urge to arch my back and give into the growing tide.
“She likes it,” one voice observes with a teasing lilt. “Look at her.”
Pleasure rockets through me, an electric pulse that centers on that place where the warmth pools and swells. My body responds before my mind can catch up—a rush of euphoria surging through me, overwhelming and all-consuming. I can’t hold it back.
“Oh!” The sound bursts forth, a mix of surprise and need as my vision blurs again, overtaken by a cascade of sensation. I feel my body unraveling, floating in a sea of bliss, weightless yet anchored by the fervent touches that grow bolder, more insistent.
“Yes, just like that,” another voice coaxes, urging me towards the precipice. A thick, meaty finger drags over the drenched valley between my legs, teasingly slow, drawing out every drop of desperate need. I can almost sense the heat radiating from their eager gazes, feeding off the rising tension.
“More,” I breathe, though I’m not sure who I’m speaking to. The world around me fades, leaving only this raw connection, this throbbing need for release.
“Let go,” the voice whispers, soothing yet demanding. With one final stroke, everything ignites. Pleasure explodes within me, a starburst of ecstasy that steals my breath and leaves me gasping.
I lose control, surrendering fully to whatever dark fate awaits me. In that moment, nothing else matters but the waves of pleasure crashing over me, each crest pulling me deeper into the abyss.
The haze begins to lift, and the world around me sharpens into focus. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the lingering fog in my mind. Above me, looming figures materialize from the shadows, their forms massive and imposing. My breath catches in my throat as I catch sight of one—an alien that resembles a dragon, with glistening scales that shimmer under the dim light.
He raises a finger to his lips, a look of satisfaction washing over his angular face as he sucks on it, savoring remnants of what must have been me. I can feel a shudder ripple through me, a mixture of confusion and dread. He nods appraisingly, eyes narrowing as he turns to the gelatinous being beside him. The creature quivers, its surface undulating like liquid glass, and encourages another taste.
“Not necessary,” the dragon man replies, his voice a low rumble that sends vibrations through the air. “I don’t need a second sampling to know I want a full feast.” The words hang heavy between us, charged with an unsettling hunger that causes my heart to race.
Fear grips me, squeezing tight around my chest. My pulse spikes, thudding in my ears as I realize just how vulnerable I am, chained and exposed before these creatures. A sense of panic blooms within me, threatening to swallow me whole. This is how I am going to die—eaten by a monster.
But then, like a silk ribbon unfurling, a strange calm washes over me, lulling my racing thoughts. My body feels heavy and languid, the drugs coursing through my veins dulling my senses, but the fear remains, coiling tightly in my gut. I fight against the haze, trying to claw my way back to clarity.
“Stay still,” one of the voices murmurs, soothing yet insistent. I feel a warmth spreading through me again, mingling with the chill of terror. I want to scream, to thrash against my restraints, but the drugs wrap around my mind like a warm blanket, urging me to surrender, to submit.
“Please,” I whisper to no one, the word slipping past my lips like a soft prayer, but it’s lost in the shimmering silence of the chamber. I am not ready for this, not ready to be devoured by the very beings who seem to draw pleasure from my demise.
“Stop,” I want to shout, but the words are lodged in my throat, choked by the collar that constricts my speech. All I can do is stare up at the dragon man, his hungry gaze piercing through the dim light, knowing that each passing moment brings me closer to whatever fate they’ve set for me.
My breath hitches as I feel the dragon man’s presence loom closer, the heat radiating from him enveloping me like a thick fog. His voice is low, a guttural whisper that vibrates through my bones, words I cannot understand but somehow know carry an intoxicating promise. He inches forward, his tongue—a sinuous, forked thing—gliding delicately over my cheeks, tasting the salty remnants of my tears.
“Please,” I gasp, the word barely escaping my lips, swallowed by the weight of his attention. I tremble beneath his touch, helpless to stop the way my body reacts, the warmth pooling in my core igniting a spark of sensations I never thought possible.
He drags his tongue down, trailing over my throat, mapping the path of fear and confusion etched into my skin. Each flick sends tremors through me, guided by the soft whimpers I can’t contain. I can’t help but arch toward him, even as panic grips my heart. The drugs keep me hazy, blurring the line between desire and dread, but the warmth unfurls within me, undeniable and tantalizing.
As he reaches my breast, the piercing need grows sharper, demanding to be satisfied. His mouth finds my nipple, lapping hungrily, sending waves of pleasure surging through me. I can hardly breathe; every sound I make seems to spur him on, fueling his voracious appetite for my response.
“Stop,” I want to cry, though deep down I know it’s futile. Instead, I succumb to the rush of sensations, lost in this grotesque dance between terror and ecstasy.
“More,” I think, but the plea is drowned out by the primal instinct brewing within me. I’m caught in a swell of conflicting emotions, torn between the urge to escape and the visceral pull he has on my body. I’m not meant to find pleasure here, yet it blooms inside me, bright and insistent.
And then, he shifts lower, his tongue skimming along my abdomen, teasingly close to where I ache most. I shudder, the anticipation coiling tight in my belly. When he finally reaches my core, his tongue plunges eagerly, exploring every inch, every sensitive spot, coaxing cries from my lips that echo against the cold walls.
“Yes,” I gasp as he uses his forked tongue to dance around my clit, each flick sending shockwaves cascading through me. It’s too much—yet not enough. I’m spiraling, teetering on the edge of something overwhelming, something that feels both foreign and intimately familiar.
“Please,” I moan again, but it’s lost in the rhythm he establishes, relentless and consuming. My body betrays me, responding without hesitation as he drives me higher, my senses exploding with each expert stroke. I can’t hold back, can’t fight it any longer—the waves crash over me one after another, each climax dragging me deeper into a haze where the lines blur.
“More!” My voice is hoarse, raw from crying out, but all I can do is surrender to him, allowing the dragon man to draw forth every ounce of pleasure hidden within me until I’m nothing more than a quivering mess, spent and gasping for breath.
I’m still reeling from the aftershocks of pleasure when I feel his hand glide over my body, warm and rough against my skin. It’s a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath me. My breath catches as he thumbs through the tablet the gelatinous alien had displayed, his eyes flickering with interest.
“Please,” I whisper, but the words dissolve into the air, unnoticed. His focus is solely on the glowing screen, fingers dancing over the surface as if it holds secrets meant only for him.
The alien hums softly, its gelatinous form rippling in approval before it glides away, leaving us alone. A chill runs through me, heightened by the sudden emptiness around us. The moment stretches, filled with silence and anticipation.
Then, without warning, the restraints vanish, leaving my limbs free yet still tinged with disbelief. I half-expect my heart to race with freedom, but instead, it quickens with uncertainty as he steps closer, looming like a predator.
In one fluid motion, he tears away the fabric of his suit, revealing a body sculpted in sinewy muscle adorned with shimmering scales. My breath catches again—he has two cocks, both thick and imposing. A mix of fear and something else flares within me, swirling dangerously. If I weren’t drugged, I know I’d be terrified.
“Don’t fight,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine. He clasps a hand around my neck, fingers firm but not painful, holding me steady. The way he looks at me is possessive, primal—a claim that sends a thrill coursing through my veins.
He slides his cock into me, pushing past resistance and finding home in my softness. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, filling me completely. My muscles instinctively clench around him, welcoming, eager. The world narrows to just him and me—it’s all-consuming.
“Yes,” I hear him growl, a sound deep and resonant, vibrating through my core. His grip tightens slightly, and I can do nothing but surrender, lost in the heat of the moment, caught between fear and desire.
I gasp as he fills me, a sensation that stretches my very being in ways I’ve never imagined. The fullness is exquisite, igniting a fire deep within me. Every inch of him pushes against the walls of my body, and I can’t help but arch my back, seeking more of that divine stretch that seems to resonate with every beat of my heart.
His other cock drags tantalizingly against my clit, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me. It’s as though my entire body is wired to his, responding to each thrust and teasing caress. I squirm, unable to contain the moans that escape my lips, the sounds blending with the heavy heat enveloping us.
“Yes,” he growls, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise, thick with hunger. My body quakes at the sound, my senses heightened, awareness sharpening around him. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, hot and possessive, as if he’s claiming not just my body but the very essence of who I am.
“Good,” he murmurs, the syllables wrapping around me, binding me tighter to this moment. The rhythm of his thrusts syncs with my gasps, creating a melody of primal need that spirals into something electric between us. I catch fragments of his words—“mine” dances through my mind, an unmistakable declaration that sends a thrill racing down my spine.
I don’t know how we fit together like this, how our bodies align so perfectly, but it feels undeniably right. Each movement draws me deeper into this haze of bliss, blurring the lines between reality and desire. I surrender completely, letting his voice wash over me, a soothing balm amidst the tempest of sensations.
“Yes...mine,” he breathes again, and I find myself wanting to respond, to echo that claim, even as my thoughts begin to fade into a warm fog. I’m engulfed in him, in this moment, where nothing else exists.
His rhythm stutters, and the world around me narrows to the primal connection we share. I can feel him tensing beneath me, his muscles contracting as he digs his hands into the wall, anchoring himself as his pleasure builds. The metal creaks, a high-pitched whine echoing in the chamber, but it’s drowned out by his growl—a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through my very core.
He lifts me higher with each thrust, pushing me toward an edge I didn’t know existed. My body responds instinctively; my back arches, and my fingers pinch my nipples hard, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through me. I grind against him, feeling the ridges of his cock glide over my clit, igniting a fire that spirals out from my center.
“Yes,” I gasp, though I barely recognize my own voice, lost amidst the waves of ecstasy. His thrusts deepen, and the world blurs at the edges. I’m suspended in this moment, weightless yet overwhelmed, teetering on the precipice of something vast and consuming.
Then it happens—a surge of heat floods through me, impossibly intense. I feel his pulse racing, matching mine as we crest together. His growl crescendos, powerful and feral, and in that instant, I realize I am coming with him. Pleasure explodes within me, rippling outward as my body quakes, drawing tighter around him. I surrender completely, letting every wave wash over me, merging our desires into one.
In the aftermath, a soft whisper curls around my thoughts, enveloping me in warmth. “I knew you were mine. I knew you were made for me.” The voice unfurls like a silk ribbon, smooth and delicate, yet heavy with possession. It wraps around my mind, soothing yet possessive, and I feel the truth of it resonate deep within me.
My heart races, a wild flutter of uncertainty and acceptance. Somehow, I understand him—his words flow through my consciousness, clear and vivid, as if we are sharing a secret language. I try to respond, to convey the echoes of my own desire, but the collar constricts my speech, a reminder of my current reality. Frustration flares briefly before I realize I can still reach him in another way.
“Yes,” I think fiercely, pouring every ounce of my being into that thought, willing it to him. I send him the images of this connection—the heat, the pleasure, the understanding that blooms between us. It’s a raw, unfiltered exchange that transcends mere words.
And in response, I feel a rush of warmth and approval cascading back to me, a silent acknowledgment of our bond. It’s intoxicating, knowing that even without spoken words, we are entwined—two souls navigating the depths of this strange new world together.
“Rest now, my dear mate,” he whispers in my mind, his voice a silk caress that wraps around my thoughts and pulls me deeper into the haze of pleasure. “You are yet tired. You may speak soon. For now, let me drown in your pleasure.”
A sigh escapes my lips, a soft surrender to his command. My body feels heavy, languid, as if I’m melting into the surface beneath me. I can hardly think, but the warmth pooling deep within me flares with every pulse of his presence.
He strokes my clit again, his fingers tender but insistent, coaxing a soft moan from me. The relief is immediate, flooding through my senses like a wave crashing over the shore. “Yes,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “That’s what I want. Submit to me.”
His words resonate within me, sending shivers of submission down my spine. I feel him shift behind me, his form pressing closer, and I brace myself for the fullness that follows.
With a fluid motion, he plunges himself deeper, the sheer size of him stretching me in ways I never imagined possible. I gasp, a mix of ecstasy and surprise mingling in my chest. He grasps his other cock, slicking it with warm lubrication, and before I can catch my breath, I feel him flip me over, the world spinning in a delightful blur.
The sensation of being turned ignites something primal within me. He inserts one cock back into my cunt, filling me completely, while the other slides effortlessly into my back channel. My body arches at the overwhelming stretch, both intoxicating and divine. I am utterly at his mercy, and a part of me revels in it.
“Good,” he encourages, his voice thrumming in my mind, a low growl of satisfaction. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. I am lost in this moment, a creature of instinct, responding to his every movement and touch.
“Submit to me,” he urges again, and I feel the truth of his words settle deep within me. My body knows its place beside him, intertwined in this dance of dominance and submission. I close my eyes, surrendering fully to the depths of our connection, breathing in the scent of him, feeling the weight of his presence anchoring me in this alien realm.
My body trembles under the weight of his thrusts, a symphony of pleasure building in my core. Each stroke sends jolts of ecstasy through me, and I can’t help but let out a moan that echoes in the chamber around us. The heat between us surges, wrapping around me like a warm blanket, drawing me closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in my mind, soothing and commanding all at once. “Let go, my mate.”
I feel the tension coiling tighter within me, an exquisite pressure begging for release. His fingers work deftly on my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I arch my back, craving more. My heart races, each beat matching the rhythm of our bodies entwined together.
“Please,” I gasp, the word spilling from my lips, a plea and a promise all wrapped into one.
“Yes,” he exhales, and I feel the vibration of it travel through my spine. With one final thrust, pleasure explodes inside me. I cry out—loud, raw, and unrestrained—as waves of orgasm crash over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.
In my haze of bliss, I find his tail brushing against my mouth, thick and sinuous. Without thinking, I wrap my lips around it, sucking gently as if it were the source of my pleasure. The taste is unlike anything I’ve known, rich and electric, and it sends another ripple of ecstasy coursing through me.
He groans above me, and I can sense the pleasure emanating from him, filling the space around us with a warmth that envelops me. Just as I think I’ve reached my peak, I feel him shudder, his own release flooding me with warmth—a shared moment that binds us deeper than any words could convey.
As we come down from the heights of our ecstasy, I sink into the softness of the nest beneath us. His body molds perfectly against mine, the contours fitting together as if designed for this very moment.
“Rest now,” he whispers again, the words wrapping around me like a cocoon. I close my eyes, feeling safe and cherished in the cradle of his embrace. His thoughts wash over me, gentle and loving, a steady stream of reassurance that lulls me toward slumber.
I drift into dreams, his presence a comforting anchor in this strange new world, filled with whispers of affection that keep the darkness at bay. The last thing I remember before sleep takes me is the warmth radiating from him, a promise of protection and possession, both exhilarating and serene.