TWENTY-EIGHT
“Well, should I get dressed and make something to eat? It’s been a while since breakfast—you must be getting hungry,” Christine said, as she rummaged in her dresser for something to wear. She couldn’t help thinking the big Monstrum was lucky—he had fur everywhere, so he didn’t really need to wear clothes. He looked perfectly respectable just as he was. Well, until that big shaft of his came sliding out of its sheathe, that was…
“Chris-teen…I am hungry,” he rumbled. “But not…for food.”
She turned and saw that he was sitting on the side of the bed. His golden-green eyes were half-lidded as he watched her and she noticed—with some surprise—that his thick red shaft was out once more and throbbing against his flat belly.
“Oh? You, er, need to come again?” she asked. Most human men would have needed a few more minutes to recover. Hell, most human men would have been completely dehydrated after shooting that much cum! But apparently Monstrum were more resilient.
However, Roarn was shaking his head.
“Not me—you,” he said, nodding at her. “I want…to make…you come, Chris-teen.”
“Er, I think you did.” She laughed rather shakily, remembering the feeling of being struck by pleasure-lightning when his barbs had injected her. “In the shower when I grabbed you and your barbs got me, I mean,” she added.
“Not…the same.” He shook his head. “Please, Chris-teen…I have never…been with…a female. I want to learn…how to…pleasure you.”
“Oh, right…”
She kept forgetting he was technically a virgin. He was so big and muscular and imposing it seemed funny to think that, but he was. And the hungry way he was looking at her made her feel tingly all over. When was the last time a man had looked at her like that—like he was the big bad wolf and he wanted to eat her up?
Not since she was young and firm, Christine thought. After she’d had her kids, her ex had never looked at her like that anymore. He had even told her that the reason he was divorcing her was because her body “just didn’t turn him on anymore.” He also said that she’d “let herself go.” As though she was supposed to be able to carry three babies to term and somehow not get sagging and stretch marks into the bargain!
But Roarn didn’t seem like he was seeing any of her imperfections. He was looking at her as though she was some kind of super model and he was dying to get his hands on her.
“Please, Chris-teen,” he growled softly. “I want…to make you come.”
“Well…” She walked over to the bed and stood between his thighs. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Good.” He stroked her hips, his big, warm hands like velvet against her skin, and then pulled her down to him.
Before she knew what was happening, Christine was straddling him with his long, thick shaft branding her belly. She was afraid at first that the big Monstrum was going to try to fit it inside her, despite her telling him they couldn’t actually make love. But he seemed much more interested in taking her face in his hands and kissing her—long, lingering, breathless kisses that made Christine moan and run her hands through his long black hair as she pressed even closer to him.
After a little while, she realized the fact that his shaft was out of its sheathe didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to put it inside her. Unlike a human man, just because he was hard, didn’t mean he was intending to have sex. It seemed to be more of a signal that he was aroused and extremely into what they were doing together—which was nice because Christine was definitely into it as well.
Moaning, she ran her fingers through his hair and let her tongue dart lightly between his fangs. Kissing Roarn was unlike kissing anyone else she’d ever been with—not just because of the fangs but because his mouth seemed to have a special flavor. It was a kind of wild spice—something between cinnamon and cardamom—that she hadn’t noticed before. It was subtle but delicious and extremely sexy.
“Mmm, why do you taste so good?” she asked, rather breathlessly, when they finally pulled apart, panting.
“My…Bonding compounds,” he growled. “Help a female…open…for me.”
“Not sure what that means, but I really like it.” Christine pressed forward, kissing him again and rubbing her bare breasts against his broad, furry chest. The short, fur was extremely stimulating against her nipples and she could feel his hard shaft throbbing against her belly.
“Chris-teen,” Roarn rumbled at last, breaking the kiss. “Want more. Want to…taste you.”
“But you are, honey—we’re tasting each other,” she told him, frowning a little. “Or did you mean you want to, er, taste my breasts again?” she added. She couldn’t deny she loved the way it felt when he sucked her nipples. His mouth was so hot and his tongue felt like wet velvet when it caressed her tight points.