“I will take you again, human girl,” he said, his voice rumbling like thunder. “But not yet.”
He sat down on the bed and watched her helpless form. Lily bit her lip. What was he planning…?
His hand darted between her legs, quick as a snake despite its huge size. He dipped his finger into her wetness and spread her juices all over her folds in slow, thorough movements. Lily gasped in pleasure. He caressed her slowly, swirling the wetness around, exploring her every fold with quiet attention.
With his other hand, he caught her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Lily’s entire body twitched. She hummed with the pleasure of his touch, growing restless. She needed more. She wanted to be impaled by the king again. Her hands were free, so she reached out and grazed his enormous rod with her fingers.
The monster growled at her but didn’t stop caressing her in a maddeningly slow rhythm. She caught the tip of his manhood in her hand, and a clear liquid stained her hand sticky. In a flash of curiosity, Lily wondered what he tasted like. She brought the hand to her mouth and gingerly licked it.
The king bellowed so loud the whole room shook. With quick moves, he untied her, and she fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs and hair. He flipped her so she was on her back and trapped her under his huge body. He was heavy, and the weightof his muscles and horns would have crushed her if he hadn’t supported himself with his powerful arms.
His massive, chiseled chest expanded with every breath. Lily tried to squeeze deeper into the mattress to put distance between them, but it was no use. His red skin was pressed to her pale body.
“How do you find my taste?” he rumbled, and Lily felt his voice vibrating on her skin and deep inside her chest.
She blushed, but there was no escaping his attention. She had to answer.
“It’s delectable,” she said honestly.
The monster peered at her curiously, examining her face for a long while. Finally, he seemed satisfied.
“Why don’t you have more, then?” he said, an amused glint playing in his fiery eyes. Lily bit her lower lip. What would it be like to taste the monster rod, to hold it in her mouth? To see the monster’s pleasure and to listen to him roar in ecstasy?
He moved away from her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pointed between his legs, at the small ladder she used to climb on the mattress.
Lily sucked in a trembling breath and knelt between his powerful thighs, noticing that the red skin of his legs was covered with dark hair. A much thicker, curlier patch of hair grew over his shaft, and the red, rigid member’s root was buried in the coarse hair.
She licked her lips, watching the monster’s thick manhood. It glistened with the clear sticky substance on its wider tip, a mushroom-like head crowning the tall shaft. And it was alive.
It pulsed softly with his every breath, and purple veins wound around it, bulging under the velvety skin. Lily leaned closer, and the member suddenly jumped, bumping her on the nose.
“You’re testing my patience, little human,” growled the monster king.
She licked the tip delicately with her tongue. He tasted musky, of masculinity and strength, with a salty tang and a note of sweetness. The liquid was sticky on her tongue and its taste remained in her mouth even after she swallowed. She licked him again with more self-confidence, and the monster purred.
Lily looked up at his face, surprised. His dark eyes, hooded with pleasure, were focused on her with burning attention. He smiled lazily, showing his sharp teeth.
Lily opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the whole tip of his member inside, scratching him with her teeth. There was no avoiding it, he was too large. He didn’t seem to mind, though.
The king gave another low purr. Lily moved her tongue against the rigid head and wrapped her both hands around the shaft, trying to cover its whole length. She sucked on him with her mouth, tasting him again, and moved her hands up and down the warm, pulsing length.
Her mouth was beginning to hurt, but the purrs of pleasure coming from the monster’s mouth encouraged her to go on. Even though it seemed like her hands were becoming smaller... or his shaft was growing bigger. She released him with a plop, and the king grabbed her, swinging her up, and threw her down on the bed. She gasped, surprised, but he was already between her legs, holding her by the shins, making her spread wider, wider until her thighs hurt from being so far apart.
He pushed his rod inside, but it wouldn’t go in. The monster grunted, positioned himself at another angle, and pushed again.
Lily screamed. But he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, and kept pushing at her opening until her body gave way, and the tip of his manhood was inside her.
She arched her back, blinded by pain and wild pleasure. She was hot around him, her body molding to his shape, letting him burrow deep in her flesh. Her inner walls shuddered and convulsed with the effort of opening for him, and Lily slammed her head against the bed, unable to contain her pleasure. So unexpected it was, and so much more powerful than anything she had felt before!
The monster grunted and pushed himself further in, opening Lily’s body wide, subjecting it to his will. He penetrated her so fully and completely there was no space for anything else inside her. Just him.
He fucked her slowly, holding her legs in a strong grip, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. Lily moaned and scratched the sheets, her agony and pleasure mixing into a heady elixir, potent like feral magic.
When the king exploded inside her with a roar, her body clamped around him in her ecstasy, sucking him deeper, milking him greedily of all his seed.
She was spent, but so was he. He slid off her body with a grunt, and his white, milky seed spilled out of Lily in a steady trickle. The king grinned and lay down next to her, one hand thrown possessively over her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweaty skin.
“You will bear me an heir, fertile human,” he said with self-satisfied certainty. Lily sighed, content. If he said so, she would.
