Page 23 of Monster Married
It went on for a while. Probably not as long as it felt, but long enough for me to completely and utterly swear off sex with humans forever. They didn’t have Inkiri’s tongue, his horns to hold on to, or the kind of devotion he was bringing to having sex in the park. I was ruined for anything but this now.
I’d started licking his fingers at some point; wasn’t even sure when. All I knew was that I was trying to do a good job, and I hoped he liked it.
A shred of that knowing the Stone had left me with came back while I was holding on to his horns and holding on to myself. While he was focusing the torturous precision of his mouth on my balls.
In my heart, in my very being, I knew Inkiri had given himself to me. He was devoted. Enjoying me. Needing me. I could tell his cock was slick and ready, and a jolt of excitement made me close my teeth around his fingers. I knew I was going to get his barb again before the night was out. I wanted that. I was excited to feel him inside me like that again.
But before that, he’d milk me for my taste.
Just as that thought occurred to me, he released my balls from the warm, wet confines of his mouth and moved on to my cock, already straining with the need for release. I was mumbling around his hand and fingers, but I couldn’t seem to organize the words in my mind. He was kissing along my length, and then he started licking, and I screamed for him.
He muffled the sound, but I heard an amused huff and felt his lips curve in a victorious little smile. He liked making me loud, enjoyed that he was given the prerogative.
Another thought bloomed in my mind, and it was so bright and warm that it distracted me from what we were doing for several long seconds.
Mates share lives.
It hummed, that magical knowledge given like a present on this special day, a wedding gift from an unseen force I didn’t understand, didn’t want, maybe even feared. But it wanted me to have this.
Happiness washed over me. We’d share our lives. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I knew I’d never have to be alone again. Wherever I was, Inkiri would be. He’d be with me for as long as I was here, as I would be with him. We’d be one of those couples that died within days of one another, and maybe that should’ve made me sad, but this night, under the canopy of green, hidden from sight, I thought it was romantic.
I blinked, but while my eyes had adapted and I could make out the shape of him better, there wasn’t much else I could see. I focused on feeling instead.
Inkiri moved up to my cockhead, and he had me darned close to coming several times, but each time squeezed the base of my cock to prevent it. I had no idea where or when he’d learned to do that, but he was enjoying it a bit too much in my opinion.
The worst thing was that I couldn’t even beg him to just let me come finally. One, because he was holding my mouth closed, and two, because my brain had taken the language center offline to deal with the fire on all stations the pleasure center was reporting.
Which meant all I had to get my message across were his horns. The moment I let my fingers run over those ridges, I knew I had him.
Inkiri went into a full-body shiver, and his mouth opened on a moan, my cock still halfway inside, and since I hadn’t married a monster of half-measures, when his moan faded, he simply went ahead and took my entire length down his throat.
I came like that, even harder than the first time he’d given me head, and it lasted longer too. He kept his mouth on me, licking and swallowing while my hips bucked.
“Ink…” I managed when only the smallest of tremors was still running through me, when he licked me clean while I was softening, my skin overheated, my heart too loud in my chest.
The wind rustled the leaves all around us, and I blinked to chase away the colors in my vision, spilled there like a painter’s oils when I’d come.
“Do you forgive me, sweet thing?” Inkiri asked before pressing a kiss into the wiry curls above my now soft cock.
“What were you asking forgiveness for again?” I sounded breathless. I was.
He chuckled, pulled my pants back up, securing them around my waist, and stood. “If you have forgotten, then it was nothing. It means I get to beg again once you remember, and I’ll enjoy that just as much as I did this time.”
I reached for his crotch and the bulge there. “You’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” I knew the answer.
Instead of speaking, he took my wrist and slid his own pants open just enough to allow me access.
His cock was slick and ready to ravish.
I gasped. “Humans should have lubed cocks. Why don’t we have lubed cocks? It would make everything easier, and women wouldn’t mind if cocks were self-lubing, don’t you think?”
He chuckled and bent forward to kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue. Weird. Icky? No; good.
“I like your cock just fine, slick or not.” He bent lower so he could push my scarf aside and lick along my throat.
“Bet you do. Hey, I just had a weird thought that if you find your mate, you share their life somehow? Is that a thing?”
He pulled back, and I sensed him looking at me in the darkness.
