Page 38 of The Monster's Mate

“Oh, but—” She stops abruptly when my mouth clamps onto the delicious pussy spread before me. I drag my tongue slowly through her slit and then lift my head.

“Any complaints?”

“N-none,” she says.

I lick her pussy, gently spreading the folds to spear my tongue inside. I switch to sucking while she squirms and moans, her body growing wetter as her pussy swells. She’s absolutely beautiful.

I nudge the smaller, puckered entrance behind her. “If I fill this with a tentacle slick from your own juice, everything will be so much tighter when you come. Everything will squeeze so tight.”

She whimpers.

“Would you like to try that, love?”

“Do it.”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do with me?”

“Nothing.”

“What a good girl you are,” I breathe, her muskiness like a salve for my soul.

I lick her some more, careful not to put too much pressure on her clit. As soon as she squirms and starts thrusting into my feelers for more suction, I release the tension.

She’s going to have to wait for it.

I use one of my rear tentacles to stroke my own cock, growling into the folds of her pussy. Feels so fucking good, her taste on my tongue, her scent in my nose. I could do this for hours.

I unwind my appendage from my cock and carefully push into her cunt, gathering her slick.

When the tip of my tentacle is soaked, I pull out and rub it against her puckered entrance. She gasps and so I replace my tongue back to her cunt, thrusting in and out.

She relaxes and the narrow tip of my slippery tentacle slides in.

“Oh, my God,” she shrieks and bears down to take more of me in.

I chuckle against her lovely pussy.

“Like that, love?”

“Make me come, Skiden. I can’t stand it anymore. I want to come so bad.”

Then I’ll come with her and we can start our lovemaking all over again, together, once our bodies recover.

“Okay, but sometime tonight, I’m going to make you come on my tongue,” I warn her.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her arms wrap around my neck as I rise up to cover her body, my tentacle still plugging her. I release her ankles and she wraps her appendages around my waist. “I love your cock,” she pants.

I thrust it into her. It barely fits. With the thin skin separating her channels inside, I can feel my own cock rub against my tentacle inside her. I use the friction, thrusting my tentacle up while sliding my cock out, then pull my tentacle out while my cock thrusts up.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, just like that,” she chants.

I growl something as I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth. I suckle her as I thrust rhythmically in and out, smooth, slick motions that ratchet the tension between us higher and higher. Her nipple pops out of my mouth, erect and wet and so swollen, and she yanks my head to her to kiss, long and sensual, sweeping kisses with lots of tongue. She’s tasting me, tasting herself on me, wanton and lusty, and then with a shriek, she pulls away. Her entire body clenches around me, gripping like a vice and a rolling motion locks her muscles tight as she comes.

She gives a wail as she orgasms, her passages clenching and releasing, milking me. I bury my face in her neck and bellow as my hot seed fills her cunt.

My forever love.

My forever mate.