Page 9 of Pleasured by the Panther (The Monstrum Kindred)

MIRANDA

Miranda lifted her chin, a spark of defiance burning in her chest even as her heart thundered. She wasn’t going to let the big Monstrum see the fear she felt in her eyes.

“ You undress me, then,” she challenged, putting a hand on her hip. Let him see what he was so eager for. Let him take in every curve and roll and stretch mark on her body. Maybe once she was naked, he’d see her for what she really was—a middle-aged woman over fifty—and lose interest.

Her ex, Martin , certainly had. He hadn’t wanted the lights on during sex in years.

And right before he left, he’d told her flat-out that her body killed his sex drive, because she was too fat and he couldn’t stand the sight of her anymore.

The words had dug into her, deep and sharp, until she believed them.

They felt like a piece of jagged glass embedded under her skin—something that still pricked and stung—something she couldn’t remove.

So let the huge alien warrior see the truth—maybe then he’d leave her alone.

But Korrath didn’t hesitate. He stepped close, filling her vision with heat and shadow, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

His claws were gone—retracted into soft, furred fingers—and his touch was unhurried and deliberate.

He held her gaze the whole time, his emerald eyes steady…

burning as he spread the blouse open to reveal her bra.

Miranda’s breath caught in her throat when he dropped to one knee before her and slipped off her shoes, his massive hands surprisingly gentle against her ankles.

Then he rose again, unfastened her skirt, and let it slide down her legs in a whisper of fabric until it pooled on the mossy floor.

She stood in her blouse and bra, in her plain panties, feeling suddenly raw and exposed.

Korrath seemed to like what he saw. He let out a low purr.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, emerald eyes half-lidded with lust. “ So lush… so tempting, my lovely one.”

Miranda’s throat tightened.

He can’t mean that…can he?

She wanted to laugh, to scoff—but his words wouldn’t leave her. And the way he was looking at her—like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen—made her think he was being sincere.

He tilted his head.

“Are you ready to be fully naked for me?”

Miranda nibbled her lower lip, nervousness mixing inside her with something warmer…something needier. How long had it been since a man had looked at her like this…since a man had actually wanted her?

Too long, whispered a little voice in her head. And since you’re here, you might as well have some fun—right?

Probably not, but what the hell. Against her better judgment, she nodded.

“Yes,” she murmured. “ I … I think I’m ready to be naked.”

A low, rumbling purr of approval rose in his throat.

“Good. Let me see you completely bare.”

His fingers worked the clasp of her bra deftly, slipping the straps down her shoulders. The cups fell away, baring her breasts to his gaze.

Miranda felt her cheeks getting hot. She wasn’t nearly as perky as she’d been when she was younger. Her breasts were too loose now—too wobbly. She wanted to cover herself, but she forced her arms to stay loose at her sides. If the big Monstrum was going to mock her—or recoil—she wanted to see it.

Instead, he knelt again and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

“Step out of these for me, lovely one. Let me see you completely naked.”

Biting her lip, Miranda did as he asked. And then she was naked before him, all her curves and softness revealed. Her face flamed hot, every insecurity clamoring at once.

God, what must he think of me? I’m too old for him…too fat…too flabby…

But if Korrath thought that, his face certainly didn’t reflect it. His jeweled eyes roved over her, slow and hungry. His nostrils flared as though he was savoring her scent, and his pupils narrowed to slits.

“Gods,” he growled softly. “ So beautiful —such lush curves! You are exactly what I’ve dreamed of for years, lovely one.”

Miranda could scarcely believe him.

“Really? I mean, you honestly think that? That I’m , er, pretty?”

“Pretty?” He made a derisive sound. “ You are gorgeous . Tempting . Incredibly lush.” He rose to his full height, towering over her. “ You are a beautiful Mature Elite , Miranda . Any Monstrum on the Mother Ship would kill to have you.”

His words were almost too much for her to take in.

“My ex-husband hated how I looked,” she blurted before she could stop herself. “ He made us keep the lights off. He said he couldn’t…couldn’t stand the sight of me.”

Korrath’s expression darkened, his jaw tight.

“What a fool. How could he have a Mature Elite goddess like yourself and not want to worship your beauty?” He stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles, his fur whisper soft against her skin. “ Never doubt yourself, Miranda . You are beautiful.”

Miranda’s throat ached with something she couldn’t quite name.

“You… I …thank you,” she got out at last. “ That’s …very kind of you.”

“I am not being kind but truthful,” he growled softly. “ Now …” He gestured to the mossy table. “ Let’s get you comfortable. I cannot wait to touch you and give you pleasure.”

Miranda couldn’t help the shiver that went down her spine. She loved the soft brush of his silky, dense fur and she could just imagine what it would feel like all over her body.

Though it still felt strange to allow herself to get a naked massage from a huge alien warrior she had never seen before today, she decided to go for it. After all, when was she ever going to get an offer like this again?

She let Korrath help her up onto the strange massage table and lay face down on the soft, glowing surface.

She was surprised when the moss reshaped itself—two small openings forming to cradle her breasts as she lay on her stomach.

She sank into the surface, which was firm yet yielding, like a mattress of velvet moss, and her breasts hung down through the openings.

A slight breeze whispered through the leaves and teased at her bare nipples, making them tight.

“To begin with, let me soothe you,” Korrath murmured. And then she felt his touch on her skin.

His big, warm hands felt like velvet as he rubbed them over her bare back and down her torso.

Miranda shivered at the feel of his fur—dense, soft, and silky.

He massaged her slowly, his palms spreading heat and pressure, rubbing her without lotion or oil at first—just his fur.

Miranda’s skin tingled, every nerve alive under his firm but gentle touch.

He slid his palms over her buttocks and down her legs, making her shiver as she felt the soft, silky brush near her inner thighs.

She wondered if the big Monstrum was going to try to part her legs…and she wondered if she ought to let him. The way she was feeling now, she just might…

But just as she was really getting into the massage, it stopped—at least for a moment.

She turned her head to see what was happening and watched as Korrath stepped to the side, plucked a heavy, golden fruit from a vine, and crushed it in his hands.

Thick oil glistened across his palms, releasing a sharp-sweet fragrance like citrus and cinnamon.

“This is thaliis fruit,” he rumbled, his voice low and intimate. “ It is grown for its healing properties. It loosens tight muscles, soothes pain… and brings pleasure when it touches sensitive areas.”

Miranda felt a shiver go through her.

“Sensitive areas? What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know, lovely one. And if you don’t, you will soon find out,” he purred.

Then he went to work on her again.

Miranda sighed and felt herself loosening as he rubbed the fragrant oil into her shoulders, his big fingers digging into her knots. The oil appeared to be self-warming—she could feel its heat seeping into her skin, melting the tension until she moaned softly in pleasure.

Then Korrath’s big hands roamed lower…kneading her back…then her ass… her thighs… her calves…even her feet. Every soft but firm touch unraveled her further.

But when he replenished the oil and slid his hands beneath the table to cup her breasts, she jerked.

Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, frowning up at him.

“Massing you everywhere, lovely one.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “ Did we not agree that I would touch you exactly as I wanted you for our short time together?”

Miranda wasn’t sure she remembered making such a bargain, but to tell the truth, his big hands felt amazing on her sensitive peaks. And hadn’t she decided to have some fun? Maybe this could be her own personal sexual adventure— How Miranda Got Her Groove Back .

“All right,” she said at last. “ Go ahead.”

“You honor me with your trust.”

He cupped her breast again, tugging gently at her nipples, rolling them with oil-slick fingers until they stiffened into aching peaks. Pleasure tingled through her chest, shocking and exquisite, and seemed to pool between her thighs.

“ Ohh ,” she moaned before she could stop herself. “ God , that feels good.”

“That’s right,” Korrath purred, clearly pleased. “ Moan for me. I love to hear your sounds, lovely one. Let me know you’re enjoying yourself.”

Miranda didn’t know what to say, but her body answered for her, arching helplessly against his touch as he tugged her sensitive peaks. God , could you come just from having your nipples played with? She was definitely going to find out if he kept this up.

But the big Monstrum chose that moment to stop, much to her frustration.

“It’s time to turn over,” he rumbled, “ I must do your front.”

Miranda obeyed, her stomach fluttering nervously as she bared herself fully to his gaze. Somehow lying naked on a table made her feel much more vulnerable than standing naked had.

Korrath didn’t hesitate—his hands glided over her breasts again, oil-slick and masterful, teasing her nipples until she gasped. Then he moved lower, his palms sliding over her sides…her belly…her thighs…

But when his palms slid to her inner thighs, she tensed.

“Um… I don’t know about this.”

But the big Monstrum wasn’t giving up.

“Open for me, Miranda ,” he murmured, catching her eyes. “ I want only to bring you pleasure. Open and let me touch you.”

Should she? Before Miranda could fully consider the question or even begin to find an answer, her muscles betrayed her. Her thighs drifted apart, opening to his gaze.

Korrath’s emerald eyes went half-lidded again.

“Good girl,” he purred. “ Such a good girl to open for me and let me see your soft little pussy.”

Her whole body jolted with heat at the words.

God , who knew that being called a “good girl” could turn her on so much?

But it wasn’t just the words—it was his dark, velvety tone…

the purr in his voice that seemed to vibrate through her whole body.

And it was the look in his eyes that told her she was beautiful.

“Let me massage the most delicate part of you,” Korrath murmured. “ Just relax, lovely one, and let me pleasure you.”

As he spoke, his hands stroked along her inner thighs, right up to the outer lips of her pussy, spreading the slick oil, making her gasp.

Miranda felt her hips rise instinctively, her breath catching as he stroked over her with his velvet touch. Oh God , it felt incredible!

But it was about to get better.

“Are you ready to let me give you an inner massage now?” he purred softly.

She bit her lip.

“An inner massage? What …what does that mean?”

His eyes went half-lidded again, gleaming in the dim light of the massage grotto.

“It means I am going to spread your sweet little pussy open and bring you pleasure,” he growled softly. “ I will stroke you and massage your tight little Goddess pearl until you come for me.”

As he spoke, his thumbs were already rubbing her outer lips, teasing her…halfway parting her to reveal the bud of her clit, which was aching for his touch.

Miranda didn’t even stop to consider if she ought to let him or not—her body felt more alive than it had in years. It was as though the big Monstrum’s touch was activating something in her—something that had been sleeping but was now coming fully awake.

“Oh, God , yes ,” she moaned, her hips bucking. “ Touch me—make me come!”

“Good girl.” Korrath spread her open, and one warm, furred fingertip slipped into her inner pussy and began to circle her clit. It felt like velvet—soft and slick—and she cried out as pleasure shot through her.

At the same time, another finger pressed into her, stretching her…filling her.

“Does that feel good, Miranda ?” he purred, his gaze lazy with lust. “ Do you like to have your pussy filled while I stroke your sweet clit?”

“Yes!” she gasped, arching her back. “ Feels …incredible!”

“Mmm, but it can feel better.”

The big Monstrum slid another finger inside her, angling upward until he found a place that made her cry out, her nails clawing at the moss.

Was that her G -spot? How did a Monstrum warrior know about that?

Her ex had barely been able to find her clit—most of the time he missed it.

He never would have found that secret spot inside.

To be honest, he never even would have looked for it.

But Korrath didn’t just find the spot—he mastered it. He stroked inside her and at the same time, drew circles around her clit, building her pleasure until she couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh…oh, God !” Miranda moaned as her orgasm rushed over her like a warm tidal wave. The pleasure ripped through her—dizzying—overwhelming. She moaned, hips bucking, as his purr rumbled above her and his fingers teased her, pushing her higher and higher.

“That’s it, lovely one,” he murmured, still stroking her through it. “ Such a good girl, coming so hard for me. I can feel how tight your little pussy is squeezing my fingers… love to make you come.”

“Oh…ohhh,” Miranda moaned as the pleasure finally eased. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her come—probably never. Martin certainly never had. And she’d never had a man handle her so masterfully—as though he knew her body as well as she did herself. It was amazing…overwhelming.

She collapsed back against the moss, trembling, her body still twitching with aftershocks. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had, she thought. But she couldn’t help wondering…where did they go from here?