Well, what choice did she have? It seemed the only way to get through to the big Monstrum.
“All right,” she whispered breathlessly. “All right, baby, if that’s what you need, you can have it. You can have me.”
She untied the sash of the wrap dress and let it hang open—it was only getting in the way. Then she widened her stance and reached with trembling fingers to part her outer pussy lips for him. As she did, she was surprised to see how wet she was getting—she might be scared to death but she was turned on, too. It felt like forever since she’d had the big Monstrum between her thighs—she had gotten used to Roarn tasting her at all hours of the day and night and she really missed it!
The big Monstrum purred with interest. Without hesitation, he pressed his face between her legs again. This time his hot, rough-velvet tongue found its way to the entrance of her pussy—what Roarn had always called her “honey mouth.” The tip of his long tongue slid slowly inside her for just a moment, and then he lapped upwards in one long, hungry lick.
Christine gasped as sudden pleasure flooded her. She loved the way his tongue rubbed against her sensitive clit! It made her weak in the knees but she knew she couldn’t relax—she had to stand here, open for him, and let Roarn taste her for as long as it took to bring him around.
And the first taste was only the beginning. Roarn made a low, eager growl in the back of his throat and reached up to grip her hips with his hands. Nuzzling forwards, he lapped her again, his tongue invading her deeper this time, entering her tight channel before slipping up once more to bathe her aching clit.
“Oh! Oh God, baby—yes!” Christine heard herself moaning. “Yes, that feels so good—yes!”
She could barely stand now—her legs were so weak they felt like they were made of marshmallows. But somehow she managed to keep upright, holding her pussy open for the big Monstrum as he lapped and sucked and nuzzled between her thighs with animalistic intensity and hunger.
“That’s right, Roarn,” she panted, thrusting her hips out and spreading her legs even wider to give him better access. “That’s right—lick me, taste me. You know me, don’t you? I know you do.”
For a moment, Roarn stopped his hungry licking and looked up at her. There it was—that spark of recognition in his wild eyes. Christine was sure of it.
“Roarn?” she asked anxiously, looking down at him. “Roarn, baby—do you know me?”
“Chris-teen.” His voice was low and hoarse, more of a growl than actual speech, but Christine recognized her name.
“Yes, baby!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s me—it’s Christine. You know who I am…now you just need to remember who you are.”
Roarn growled and nuzzled between her thighs again.
“Need…more,” he said in that low, growling voice. “Tasting…not enough. Fury…so strong.”
Christine remembered what Chief Commander Rarev had said about how once the Fury was driven away and then allowed to return, it came back ten times as strong as before. Clearly the big Monstrum needed something else to bring him out of his altered mental state—he needed more from her. But what?
The big Monstrum was upright on his knees and her eyes chanced to fall on the place between his thighs. There she could see his shiny red shaft with all its knobs and ridges, clearly standing at attention. There was a clear drop of fluid on the broad head—he was obviously ready to go.
You know what he needs, whispered a little voice in her head. You know exactly what he needs—the question is, are you brave enough to give it to him?
Christine swallowed nervously. She had forgotten all about the people standing outside the holding cell by now—and she and Roarn were mostly hidden by the many tropical plants anyway. Did she dare to make the ultimate sacrifice? Did she dare to give herself completely?
Her eyes wouldn’t leave his shaft. She had never seen it so long and hard before and somehow it had to all fit inside her.
There’s no way—it’ll tear me apart!
But then she remembered what Emilia had told her about how Monstrum made compounds in their saliva and precum to help a woman stretch to receive them—she’d said that no matter how big a Monstrum’s equipment was, it would slip in easily as long as a woman had been “properly prepared.”
Well, I certainly have been prepared, Christine reminded herself. Hadn’t Roarn just spent the past few minutes lapping her open pussy? If she wasn’t ready to take him now, she never would be.
Still, it was a frightening proposition, opening herself and letting him take her—letting him shove that massive shaft deep inside her quivering pussy.
But there was no other way to drive back the Fury, and Christine knew it.