Page 21 of Uncaging the Monster

Like he can hear my thoughts, he raises his eyes to mine, and as I feel his warm breath on my palm, heat runs down my body. He runs his tongue along my wrist and then whispers something to me that makes our officiant’s eyes pop wide and his cheeks turn midnight blue. I recognize the sound of the words. Fitz said them to me back in the cave, right after we had sex.

“What did he say?” I ask.

The man stammers. “Oh, I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to repeat it.”

“Please,” I ask. “It’s been so difficult only being able to speak to each other in snippets.”

The man clears his throat. “Well, in the most literal translation, he said, ‘my lovely cum pot.’”

I burst into laughter, and Fitz smiles at me. “Such a filthy boy,” I say, momentarily forgetting about the person with us and going up on my tiptoes to kiss Fitz.

I really need to get my new husband alone. Now.

13

Our tentacled friend shows us to a small cabin in the back of the property, close to the edge of the mountain.

“You may dwell here temporarily until you’re assigned a home.”

Fitz and I take in the small building: one large bed, a kitchen with a table. It’s cozy and more space than I’ve ever had to myself my entire life.

“It will take some time to get you acquainted with our community, but we serve breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the dining hall every day. Dinner will be very soon, at seven. We have many opportunities for enrichment here, including educational programs, fitness programs, and social gatherings. We do require that everyone have a job, both for enrichment and to contribute. You’ll be shown around and informed of the current job openings first thing tomorrow morning.”

He turns for the door and then turns back. “We’re very happy to have you both here, safe and sound.”

When he leaves, shutting the door behind him, I turn to Fitz. His eyes are still taking in the house. He taps one claw on the kitchen table and looks up at me. At the same time, our eyes fall to my bag on the floor by the table. It seems almost preposterous that it’s made it all this way with me. Fitz bends and reaches into the bag, pulling out the book that’s become our lifeline. The officiant said there are educational programs here. Maybe Fitz and I will get a chance to learn each other’s languages quicker.

His gaze lands on a page. “Happy?” he asks me, his voice crackling on the A. I’ve gotten used to the sound, the way it always seems like he’s talking to me through three different static-filled radios all at once.

I step up to him, taking the book and setting it on the table. “Happy,” I assure him. And then I say, in the way I’ve been practicing, “Mate.” The verb.

Fitz slams his mouth down on mine. It’s only been a day since we last fucked, but we’re so hungry for each other, it feels like a year.

“Please fuck me,” I whisper, hoping he’ll learn this phrase first before anything else. “Fuck your little cum pot.”

Fitz spins me around and deposits me on the little kitchen table. While I squirm, he uses his claws to rip through my pants and underwear, showing no shame.

“Fitz,” I laugh, shocked, but he just ignores me.

And then he drops to his knees.

“Fitz!” This time, it comes out a shriek as he licks my pussy. Holding me open with two of his fingers, he feasts on my cunt like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He swirls his tongue over my clit, but he seems much more concerned with devouring the juices pouring out of me as I get wetter and wetter. And then his tongue travels lower, swiping at my asshole, pushing in.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, Fitz! Fuck yes!” I tip back to give him better access and reach between my legs to rub my clit as he sets a rhythm with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

Despite my words, he removes his mouth and stands. I growl in frustration. We seriously have to get on the same page because I would give anything to come with his tongue in my ass. But we’ll just have to save that for another time.

Fitz reaches into his pouch and pulls out his cock. It’s rock hard and ready for me. I immediately let my legs drop open, ready for him to stick that thing in me. I lean back on my elbows and watch as he slowly sinks inside me. In this position, he’s able to get his massive cock a bit further in than yesterday, but there’s still no conceivable way for him to get all the way in. He pulls back and thrust back in, watching the whole time, and I let out a moan

“It feels so good, Fitz.”

He hums, his chest vibrating. “Good,” he says, fucking into me slow and steady. He hooks his hands behind my knees and opens me further, tipping me back on top of the table. A cry escapes me when he sinks in another inch. Maybe we will figure this out eventually.

While I’m still trying to sort through the physics of that thought, I feel a pressure at my asshole. My whole body jerks, and when I look up at Fitz, I find him watching me carefully. Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

The tip of his tail pushes its way inside my back hole, and my eyes fall closed. How the hell does sex with Fitz just keep getting better and better? His tail sinks in further. Oh, fuck.

“Good?” Fitz asks, and I can hear the hesitation in his voice.