He reached her in one stride and gently put one hand on her belly. His palm covered her bump almost completely. Lily sighed deeply, and the baby moved, responding to her violent cocktail of emotion. The monster king laughed out loud with pure joy.
“She’s had much excitement,” said Lily fondly. “She’ll sleep now.”
“I wish I had come sooner,” he said, his hand still possessively holding her belly. “You wouldn’t have had to hide.”
Lily tried to shrug, but the movement came out forced and lopsided. Her heart was thumping wildly with echoes of fear and with a new excitement: at his proximity, his smell, his touch.
“You are here now,” she said, her words heavy with meaning.
She stepped closer, basking in his warmth. Finally, she wasn’t alone. She didn’t have to fend for herself anymore because he was there, strong enough to carry her off to safety.
And he was the epitome of safety. The monster king, ruler of men and magic. The one monster whom all other monsters feared. She looked up into his face, noticing his fangs bared in a feral smile, his eyes brimming with magic and fire.
“I dreamt about you,” she whispered. “Every night.”
The shadows in his face shifted. He was intrigued.
“And what did I do?” he asked. “In your dreams.”
Lily breathed in sharply. She wanted to break away from his gaze, to blush, to be shy. But his magnetic eyes pulled her in, and she could only tell him the truth: “You ravaged me.”
He caught her buttocks and lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her belly wasn’t yet large enough to get in the way. The sharp tips of his fangs scraped her lower lip, and he kissed her, his breath like lustful fire pouring down her throat. Lily kissed him back with abandon, flinging all her anxiety and fear into his mouth, certain that he could take it all, and more.
He snarled and held her closer, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His claws prickled the skin of her bottom, but it only made her more wanton.
“I missed you,” she breathed, and he growled. It seemed he had forgotten words in the fire of passion.
He kissed down her throat, his horns looming around Lily’s face, his breath singeing her neck. She put her arms around his head, touching the smooth, cool curve of one horn. The monster grazed her neck with his teeth and licked the spot with his rough tongue, sending goosebumps down Lily’s back.
“Mine,” he growled.
He kissed her lips again and Lily felt traces of a coppery tang in his mouth. Her blood, which he had just tasted. She ground herself against him as much as she could, and he stepped toward the bench.
He untangled Lily from his body and lowered her onto the bench. He shed his trousers impatiently, and his large red member sprang out, fully erect and enormous.
Lily’s eyes grew large. She had forgotten how huge he was! How had it been possible that he could fit inside her tiny little hole?
“Lie down on your back, human,” he ordered.
She did as he bid her, and he grabbed her knees and slowly spread her legs open. He hiked her skirt up her thighs and ripped her underwear off. Lily lay bare before him, trembling from desire and the sudden touch of cold air on her burning core. But she wasn’t cold for long.
Like last time, he put his face close to her core and breathed in deeply.
“Mine,” he said fiercely. “My queen and my child.”
Lily huffed. Well, of course. To whom else could they belong?
But he licked her slowly, and she forgot to be offended. He stopped and sniffed her again. A low rumble vibrated in his chest. Lily realized he wasn’t checking if the baby really was hisbut luxuriating in the smell, in the triumph of having begotten an heir.
He licked her again tenderly, and Lily’s thoughts fled from her mind. The king’s ministrations were as beguiling as before, sending goosebumps up her arms and breasts. But she was impatient, and so was he. He growled softly and stepped back.
Once again, Lily could see his bulging manhood, glistening with his essence. He picked her up without words and repositioned her so she was on her hands and knees on top of the bench. He knelt behind her, the height of the bench giving him perfect access to her.
Slippery hardness touched against Lily’s opening, and she mewled, the sound half-longing and half-dread at his monstrous size. He pushed against her hole, slowly but steadily, and the pressure against her opening grew until he broke inside. She cried out, her core bursting at the seams. He slowly pushed his length further, bit by bit, opening the pathway in her body wider, wider, wider… He was fully in, sheathed inside her to the hilt, filling her to the brim.
He thrust, full, deep thrusts, and Lily was so wet with arousal, he slid in and out with ease. His enormous member pressed into all of the right points, and Lily was restless with tension. His languid thrusts, so very thorough, so filling, drove her higher and higher to pleasure… until she plunged head-first into a shattering orgasm.
The king grunted when she squeezed around him. He fucked her faster, his large hands on her hips, keeping her in place. Lily took gulping breaths, her pleasure building again, growing from her walls being even tighter around his rod.
