Page 22 of Pleasured by the Panther (The Monstrum Kindred)

MIRANDA

Miranda couldn’t take her eyes off him. His cock— God , she had to call it that now, even if it looked nothing like a human man’s—was huge…

glistening…and ridged. The broad, dusky-red head looked barely manageable, and the thick shaft seemed to go on forever.

The ridges and white hairs gave it an alien, dangerous beauty.

And that knot… she shivered just looking at it.

There’s no way. He’ll never fit inside me. It’s impossible.

But then Korrath stroked his massive length with one hand, pre-cum glistening along the head, and his voice was a low growl.

“You want to feel me inside you, lovely one? Let me ease that empty ache?”

Her whole body clenched. She licked her lips, trembling.

“Yes… but I don’t see how you can. You’re so…so big.”

His glowing eyes locked on hers.

“You can take me. The blooms have stretched you. My saliva has softened you. And you’re so wet and ready I can scent it.” He leaned close, inhaling at the juncture of her thighs, making her gasp. “ Your little pussy is dripping for me, begging for my cock. She wants to be filled.”

Miranda’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it. She did feel wet—soaked, actually—her thighs slick where she’d been clenching them.

Korrath knelt over her. He nudged her thighs apart with his own and positioned himself at her entrance. The broad, hot head of his shaft pressed against her swollen lips and then slid partially inside.

She moaned at the sudden stretch.

“Ohhh…”

“That’s it, lovely one,” he murmured, his voice a husky purr. “ Open for me, Miranda . Just the head at first. Let me in.”

She tried to relax, tried to breathe, but the pressure was intense.

“K- Korrath , it’s so big…”

“Shhh. You’re perfect. Your sweet little cunt was made to take me. Just a little more…”

He pushed, steady and relentless, and she felt herself stretching…opening around him.

Her fingers dug into the moss bed as she watched the thick, glistening red head sliding slowly into her widely stretched entrance.

God, he’s splitting me in two. I can’t— I can’t ? —

Then suddenly, the broad head popped inside, and she cried out. “ Ohhh ! Oh God !”

“ Yes ,” Korrath groaned, his face taut with control. “ Gods , you feel incredible. So tight, so hot. You’re squeezing me already, lovely one.”

Miranda shuddered, overwhelmed by the sensation. He was inside her—barely, just the tip—and yet she had never felt so full in her life. Heat pulsed through her, mingling with disbelief.

He’s huge. And that’s only the head.

“Breathe,” he urged, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead. “ You’re doing so well. Do you want more?”

Her voice came out ragged.

“I… I don’t know if I can take more.”

“You can,” he promised, his purr rumbling through her bones. “ Your little pussy can take me. I’ll go slow. I’ll fill you inch by inch until you’re stuffed full of cock. Until that emptiness is gone.”

Her inner walls clenched hard around the thick intrusion, making them both groan.

“Please…” she whispered.

“Please what, lovely one?”

“Please… more. I want more.”

A fierce smile curved his mouth, showing his white fangs.

“Good girl.”

He pushed deeper, and Mirada watched. She could feel every ridge as he slid home inside her…as he stretched her inner walls. The odd, short hairs lay flat, tickling her flesh as he eased in another inch. She moaned, hips jerking at the intense sensation.

“Ohhh, it feels… different. So big. So much . But …if feels good too.” It felt right somehow—right to be so stretched around him…to be taking him so deep in her pussy.

“It feels good to me too, lovely one,” he growled softly, pushing deeper. “ Gods , you’re so soft, Miranda …so curvy and sweet under me. I love how you open for me. How you grip me like you never want me to leave.”

Her head fell back as he sank deeper. She was moaning softly and clutching at his broad shoulders for something to hold onto. Every nerve between her thighs was on fire.

“Korrath,” she moaned. “ I can feel every ridge. It’s —oh God —it’s so much!”

“I know, but you’re taking it so well. You’re perfect,” he rasped, his jaw tight with restraint. “ Your little cunt is swallowing me, inch by inch. You were made for this.”

She whimpered as he buried another thick inch inside her, then another. Her body was trembling, straining, but the wet slide of his pre-cum and the compounds he’d spoken of made it possible. Barely possible.

He’s going to split me in two. And yet… I want it. God , I want it so badly.

It didn’t really hurt—well, there was a little stretching pain—but it was a good kind of pain, if that made sense. At any rate, Miranda didn’t want him to stop—she wanted to be completely filled, to feel him all the way at the end of her channel.

Finally, he was deep enough that she felt stretched…stuffed…and impossibly full. Her pussy pulsed with the pressure, her inner walls clenching around him helplessly, almost as though she was trying to milk him.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly. “ I want to look into your eyes while I’m inside you, lovely one.

Miranda forced her eyes open. His gaze burned into hers, molten green fire as he looked down at her.

“Now you know,” he growled. “ Now you know what it feels like to be filled by a Monstrum cock.”

A broken moan escaped her lips. She had no words—only the heat…the stretch…the impossible rightness of being so open for him…so filled by his shaft.

But now that he was inside her…she wanted more.