Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
His tongue snakes down between us, the curled tip of it finding my clit with unerring accuracy. I let out a moan as he starts to pleasure me in the midst of my crying pain, that fuzzy, strong, monstrous tongue toying with me with all the prehensile skill of an elephant’s trunk. He is feeding on the nectar of my sex.
I feel my wetness being spread around my lower lips and clit. I feel the slight tickle and then firm touch of his tongue as the furred surfaces wrap around my clit and squeeze.
“FUCK!” I curse suddenly, bucking against him. The arousal coursing through me is making it impossible for me to stay in a state of complete fear and rebellion. Instead, I find myself wanting to give into him, wanting more of this release.
He spanks me again. Harder than before, but somehow it hurts less. It makes me release more juices, though, makes me wetter, gives him more to curl that strange tongue into. He is making rough, dark, guttural sounds of enjoyment as I become his sustenance.
I am being pleasured and fed upon by a ravaging monster creature. This may be the last sexual experience I have before my death. I suppose that’s technically true of all sexual experiences, but it makes this one in particular feel very intense, as if I feel every nerve ending in my body individually. His lust matches mine. It has been a long time since I let any man fumble his way around my body. The moth handles me differently.
He’s pleasuring me into submission. That’s what he’s doing. He’s stopped my struggles by overwriting my processes. I should feel cheap, or terrified, or maybe outright sick, but the way I feel as he holds me and works that talented, slick, furred tongue around my lower lips and folds is enough to make me nearly come then and there.
But the moth is not done with me, and he clearly does not intend to stop with tasting and teasing alone. No. I feel the cool air around us gusting against my heated ass and nethers as his big hands hold me open, putting my most intimate parts on lewd display.
It takes me a long moment to realize that he has unleashed his cock with his spare hands. I feel the head of it probing my soaking wet pussy, soft tendrils playing over my lips for a moment before the hard, intense thickness of his rod surges forward just as all four hands pull me down and I am filled several inches deep, as far as his monster cock will go. I breathe in a gasp, my mouth open in a silent scream.
“More,” he growls, pushing deeper still. I did not know there were greater depths, but he finds the final measure of me, still with several inches of his rod remaining outside.
“Fuck!” I curse, finally giving voice to the intensity of his penetration. “Oh my fuck… what are you doing… my god… my…”
I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s nonsense, a blend of appealing to deities and cursing all creation out at the same time.
He’s fucking me now. His four arms hold me in place as his hips pump up against me, thrusting his cock as deep inside me as I can possibly take it. I look helplessly up into his face and reach out to grasp his neck as I am sternly fucked by this absolute abomination of nature.
This isn’t an act of lovemaking. It’s an act of domination, and possibly punishment. He warned me to do as he said, and when I failed to obey first he deployed a hand-thrashing and now he is having me endure the sensation of my very bare and unprotected human pussy wrapped around the hard surging of his monster cock.
Flying above the city I swore to serve, I become a fuck-doll for a monster of incredible strength and absolutely zero morality. My life is in his hands, and my sex is wrapped around his surging dick. I give into the sensation, because it is so intense there is nothing else I can do. The wind whips through my hair and the stars twinkle down at me as I writhe and grind, making a spectacle of myself as I am dragged back and forth along the impossibly large length and girth of his maleness until a soul-shaking orgasm ignites at the very core of me, and I start to come on him, my pussy spasming around his cock with a death grip that not only announces my climax, but demands his seed.
I hear the roar of the creature in my ears, his arms snugging all the more tightly around my curves as he thrusts hard inside me, making my sensitive flesh give way to the final act of absolute ravishment.