She didn’t know if this was the big Monstrum’s first hand-job or not, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying it. He thrust eagerly into her fingers and made low rumbling sounds in his throat that almost sounded like purring on a much deeper register, as she continued to stroke him. It didn’t take long for his rhythm to quicken and soon he was bucking against her hand eagerly.
“You gonna come, baby?” Christine murmured, pumping harder. She suddenly felt incredibly hot and naughty and powerful as she stroked him. “You gonna come for me now?”
Roarn released the nipple he’d been sucking and nodded. On his face was a look of intense pleasure that almost bordered on pain.
“Yes,” he gasped hoarsely. “Going to come.”
As he spoke, she felt the thick cock in her hand flex and grow even harder and bigger for a moment. Hastily she pointed the broad head at her belly and then she felt the first thick spurt—hotter and much more copious than any human man’s seed—against her flesh. Then another and another as Roarn gasped and spent his load on her belly.
“That’s right, baby—that’s right,” Christine told him, still stroking. “Come for me—it’s okay. Just let yourself come.”
Roarn made a sound that was half groan and half growl. Then, to her surprise, he tangled one long-fingered hand in the hair at the back of her neck and dragged her down for a passionate kiss.
At first Christine was too surprised to do anything, but then she found she was kissing him back, kissing the big Monstrum as he shot his hot load all over her belly, his shaft still twitching and flexing in her hand.
SIXTEEN
After the pleasure was done, the curvy little female used the pink wrapping she’d been wearing to clean them both up. She would have left the sleeping platform but Roarn put his arms around her and begged without shame for her to stay.
“Sleep with me,” he told her. “Please Chris-teen.”
She sighed and stroked his cheek with her soft little hand.
“I shouldn’t baby. We shouldn’t have done that. We don’t even know each other.”
That wasn’t true though, Roarn thought. They might not have known each other for long, but part of him felt as though he’d been searching for the curvy, Mature Elite all his life.
“Please,” he begged softly. “No more coming—just holding. Please, Chris-teen.”
She sighed.
“I shouldn’t,” she said again. “Or I should at least put on some clothes first.”
“No clothes,” Roarn insisted, running his hands up and down her back and sides. “Like…touching you,” he told her. “So soft…no fur.”
She had laughed softly.
“Well, no. My kind don’t exactly have fur coats like you Monstrum.”
“Beautiful,” Roarn told her. “Bare…soft…beautiful.”
She laughed again.
“You might not think so if you saw me ‘bare’ in the light. I’m too old for you, honey.”
He liked all the sweet names she called him—“baby” and “honey” were nice. But he didn’t like this idea. He frowned.
“Not old—just right.” He tugged gently at her. “Stay. Sleep. Let me hold you.”
“Well…” She sighed and then yawned. “All right—but no funny business.”
“No funny business,” Roarn agreed, though he still wasn’t quite clear on what that particular English phrase meant. Why should pleasuring each other be comical or humorous?
“Okay then.” She settled down on the pillow beside him. “Then put your shaft away—can you do that? Make it go back in its pouch?”
Luckily, the orgasm had taken the edge off his desire. Though he could have remained hard if she’d wanted him to service her, Roarn was able to relax and soon enough he felt his shaft slipping back into its sheathe.
“Done,” he told Christine.
“Good.” She sighed and settled in his arms, her lush, full ass pressed against his crotch and her back against his chest. “Go to sleep,” she told him. “We can worry about what comes next tomorrow.”
Lulled by her deep, quiet breathing and her warm, comforting scent, Roarn did as she said.
He didn’t know what tomorrow might bring, but he had already decided he was never going to let her go.
SEVENTEEN
“This is the crash site. The pilot is dead just like you thought.” Baird shook his head as he looked at the mangled corpse in what remained of the driver’s seat. The morning sun was rising, illuminating the tragic scene of the accident. It was a great pity, but there was more bad news.
“It seems the prisoner did indeed escape the crash unharmed.” Chief Commander Rarev nodded at the tracks in the snow, leading away from the crash. “Look—he took off into the woods.”
“Afraid you’re right.” Baird growled, frowning as he studied the tracks, which by now were getting old. “Wonder where in the Seven Hells he’s gotten to by now?”
Sylvan, his half-brother, had asked him to take over this investigation and the re-capture of the Monstrum prisoner if possible and Baird had readily agreed. He was working with Chief Commander Rarev and a group of Monstrum to try and find the escaped Tigris Monstrum before it was too late.