Between her thighs, her pussy was wet and throbbing and she knew that all this “comforting” sucking and licking was affecting Roarn too. His cock had come out of its furry pouch again and its long, hard, hot length was pressed against her thighs. Almost unconsciously, he was rubbing it against her, slowly grinding against the juncture of her thighs so that she could feel the broad head of his shaft just brushing against her bare pussy lips.
Biting her lip, Christine shifted a little lower, though she was careful not to pull her nipple out of the big Monstrum’s mouth. When she had repositioned herself, she parted her thighs just a little. The next time Roarn thrust against her, the plum-shaped head of his cock slipped between her swollen lips and slid against her aching clit.
Christine gasped and parted her thighs a little more. Oh God, that felt good! The hot, wet suction as the big Monstrum continued to suck and lick her tight nipples and the slick friction of the broad head of his cock rubbing against her throbbing clit was intense.
Roarn seemed to approve too. He growled softly at the back of his throat as he sucked one nipple and pinched the other one gently. At the same time, his thrusts became longer and harder so that he was really parting her pussy lips now, sliding the head of his cock fully over her slippery, wet folds as he ground himself against her.
Christine moaned and gripped his broad shoulders. Oh God, it felt amazing.
Amazing and wrong, you mean, whispered the guilty little voice. What are you doing, Christine? You need to stop before this gets out of hand!
But could she really call a halt now? The big Monstrum had been so agitated earlier—what he needed was a way to calm all the way down and relax enough to get back to sleep.
And what could be more relaxing than an orgasm?
Fine, but he can’t come on your pussy, she told herself. You might think that you’re going through menopause and can’t get pregnant, but you don’t know for sure. The last thing you need is a one-night stand that ends with a later-in-life baby you’ll have to raise on your own!
Reluctantly, she moved away from the broad head parting her pussy lips. Roarn released the nipple he was sucking and looked at her with a questioning frown.
“Chris-teen…doesn’t like?”
“No, I do like, baby—more than I should,” she assured him. “But we need to be careful here—I don’t want you getting me pregnant.”
“No breeding,” Roarn acknowledged, nodding.
“No breeding,” Christine agreed breathlessly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you high and dry,” she told the big Monstrum. “You can keep…keep sucking my breasts and I’ll help you out another way.”
He frowned.
“Another…way?”
“Like this.” Reaching between them, Christine grasped the hot, slick shaft of his cock and stroked upwards.
His gold-green eyes fluttered shut for a moment and a low groan came from his deep chest.
“Is this okay?” Christine asked him, as she slid her fingers down to the strange swelling that ringed the base of his shaft and then slid her hand up again. She was actually enjoying how different he was. It was nice that he was already pre-lubricated and she could feel the concentric rings of the little stiff hairs against her palm when she stroked upward. Also, the bumps and ridges on the top and underside of his shaft were interesting.
“So…soft,” he growled, looking up at her. “Chris-teen…soft hands. Feels…good.”
“I’m gonna help you feel real good, baby,” Christine promised him breathlessly. “But you can only come on my belly—not my pussy. All right?”
He frowned.
“Pussy?”
“Not between my legs,” Christine explained, still stroking him. “Okay?”
“No breeding. No coming…in your…pussy.” He seemed to be tasting the word, rolling it on his tongue as he had been rolling her nipples just a moment before.
“That’s right.” Christine nodded. “Do we have a deal?”
Roarn nodded.
“Deal.”
“Good then. Just relax and let me help you,” Christine told him. “Oh, and you can…can suck my breasts some more…if you want to.”
The golden-green eyes went half-lidded.
“Always want to taste Chris-teen,” Roarn assured her in a low growl. Then he sucked her right nipple into his hot mouth again and began laving it with his tongue.
Christine moaned with pleasure as she continued to stroke the big Monstrum’s huge shaft. He was so big she couldn’t even fit her fingers all the way around him—especially at the base, where he had that strange knot—but she did her best to encompass as much as she could.
God, how could he ever use this on a woman? Maybe female Monstrum were bigger or more accommodating down there—if so, more power to them. Christine was glad she didn’t have to worry about taking a monster this size inside herself. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, she was practically a virgin again—something as big as Roarn’s shaft would rip her apart!