Page 182 of Mated to Monsters
“Y-yes,” I stutter out, as the head of his shaft catches on my clitoris. We both hiss in delight, then he moves to push inside me.
“Take me Volikan,” I gasp out, feeling my insides stretch to accommodate his girth. It’s too much and not enough, all at once.
“Fill me up with your seed- I want it all. Breed me like you are meant to.”
I don’t know where inside me the words come from, but something about Volikan makes me brave. Before, only when I pray to the Mother have I ever found strength- but this magnificent demon towering above, seems to always find a way to draw it out of me.
He roars in satisfaction at my answer, thrusting deeply forward, piercing the unfathomable parts of me. My spine curls at the invasion, forcing my breasts upward into his awaiting mouth. Immediately he begins a motion of pulling tugs at my breast, and grinding circles of his hips.
As in all things as far as I can tell, Volikan is unwavering, and relentless. His hips snap forward to bury his length all the way inside me in one thrust, impaling me on his erection. Giving me no time to recover, he moves me against the velvet steel of his engorged cock.
Despite everything he had done to me before, nothing can prepare me for his assault. I can feel every inch as he throws his hips against mine, driving into me further with each pass. All I can do is hold on to a scarred shoulder, fingers pressing deep along the faded ridges.
Volikan grunts and shifts above me, leaving one leg on the floor for balance. He moves wildly, pushing into me even deeper, hitting a spot that has color bursting behind my eyelids.
“Yes! Right there!” I scream, uncaring about the noise, the creak of the wood underneath me. My whole world has narrowed into a single point- feeling Volikan ride me into bliss.
He answers my call with unchecked passion, snarling and hitting that spot, without stopping. I scream as I gush around him, soaking his groin as I clench and pull him as deep as I can inside me. His long strokes prolong my pleasure, and leave me a shuddering mess as the ecstasy abates.
There is a slick, wet mess between us, but I can hardly bring myself to care. Volikan fills me as promised, his warm spend tingling inside me- even as some spills down over my thighs. We both slow pace, overwhelmed by emotion and exertion.
I take a moment to listen to the uneven cadence of our breaths- then I whimper as I can feel his still-hard cock slide again inside me. As he starts up a determined rhythm once more, the grin on his face is positively evil.
“Don’t worry my sweet Anastasia, we’ve only just begun. I told you I intend to have you any, and every way I please- and I can be very imaginative, for a demon.”
His low voice at my neck sends a course of thrilled shivers through me. I meet his eyes to find them fixed determinedly on me, lustfully satiated and energetic, all at once. His words are another promise laced as a threat.
“You will find me to be a very demanding master.”
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VOLIKAN
It is only after several hours have passed, do I finally lay back, sated and relaxed. All the aggression and frustrations I had been poorly managing have now been released, slaked between our bodies.
There is a bone-melting sense of easement that settles over me, as if I have surmounted a great challenge, and can finally bask in my reward. I glance over to the spoils of my victory- my reward, Anastasia.
She lays passed out beside me, even more exhausted than I by our efforts. In this quiet moment I take the time to regard her, watching over her as the moon crests the sky. An entire day has passed- daylight gone hours ago, but I have paid it little notice, losing myself in her instead.
Now without distractions, I am free to study her at my leisure. Pale light shafts through the windows casting strange shadows. Moonlight slants across her form, giving her skin a gleaming luminosity.
Anastasia shifts uncomfortably in her sleep. We are- I look around, noticing our surroundings for the first time, and realize we are on the floor of the house’s sitting room. I scratch my head, memories of the day floating around my head in a teasing, post-orgasmic bliss.
Our beginning tryst on the dining table was mere foreplay compared to the rest of the day. Even now my body shivers in delight, thinking back on the past hours. Her glorious body under me, against me, over me; no room felt untouched by our passion.
Almost unconsciously I reach down to stroke a claw-tipped finger over her body. My life has left me little time to pursue women, much less enjoy them at my leisure. A life built on survival is hardly fit to be able to hold such a beauty in my arms like this- yet she is here.
What fortunes have smiled upon me, contracted by the hand of our enigmatic king, no less. Never before have I had the opportunity to simply gaze upon such an incredible figure, much less sample her pleasures.
As gently as I can muster, I caress her warm skin, taking a moment to bask in this quiet intimacy. I can still feel the memory of her heated touch, driving me to new heights. The way she begged with her body for more of my ardor.
I gave everything I could, pouring rage and desire into her body, making her take me until I was entirely spent. Despite my exhaustion even now, I feel a small thrum of energy reigniting within me as I remember her touch. Back during our exchanges in the dungeon, I found myself thinking her body would be as hot as her fiery spirit- and I’m glad to see I was right.
However, the feel of her body now is still warm, overheated even. Too hot, I think to myself, considering how the night air has cooled my flesh, but hers remains flushed.
Her rest is listless as well, her body unconsciously shifting in a struggle to find a more comfortable position. Which she certainly won’t find on the floor.
Heaving a tired sigh, I lift myself off the floorboards, muscles aching in protest at the stretch. Ignoring the ache, I reach down to scoop my human prize into my arms. Her fevered form stirs at the action, but she quickly settles back into me, with soft fingers, stroking my scars even in her sleep.