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“Wrap your legs around me, my lovely,” he instructs, supporting my weight by groping my bare ass.
I wrap my legs around his hips, and my arms around his neck.
“Now, hold on. You’re in for the ride of your life.”
Impaled on several inches of monster cock, I can only do as he says. I have no idea what’s to come. I can’t even begin to guess.
Omen walks us past his warm, crackling firepit and to the edge of his cave. His taloned toes curl over the rock as I hang suspended over eternity.
“Oh my God. What the fuck!” I grip him more tightly. Horror consumes me at the thought of plunging to my death, skewered like a kebab on the trees far below.
“Calm yourself,” says Omen directly into my ear. “I will not let you fall.” And then he spreads his gorgeous, almighty moth wings, their patterned beauty flaring behind him. “We moths mate in the sky, beneath the beauty of the full moon.”
My heart hammers in my chest, frantic to escape its ribbed cage and find safety within the rocky, solid foundations of the cavern. “Sky?” I squeak. Because knotted Mothman cock and birthing insect eggs clearly wasn’t enough…
My heart plummets, a scream tearing from my throat as we suddenly drop, free-falling through the night toward the dark canopy below.
Omen’s laughter fills the night, drowning out my scream. Then his wings flare, catching the wind, and our descent becomes an effortless glide. Before I can find my voice again, the Mothman withdraws his cock, before slamming it back inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I hang on for dear life, the crescents of my fingernails biting into Omen’s black flesh.
And so, the fucking begins. With powerful, methodical thrusts, Omen plows my depths, his egg-filled knots plundering my wet, hungry cunt as he beats his wings, completely undeterred by my physical burden.
We rise and fall, soaring, and spiraling through the night. It’s like a roller coaster without the rails. Like two animals locked in heat, our mating dance is beyond my control. Omen is the pilot, and I’m the passenger—the submissive partner to his dominant guidance and artful prowess.
Filled with unparalleled and intoxicating levels of adrenaline, as well as cock, I scream over and over again, until I taste blood.Have I torn my bloody throat?Even if I have, it’s the least of my concerns. I blank in and out of consciousness. There’s nothing but the sky and stars, and the all-encompassing radiance of the All Hallows’ Eve moon one moment, and the very next the earth is almost upon us, ready to catch our fragile bodies with its hard, unforgiving, and crushing embrace.
And all the while Omen’s knotted cock thrusts within me, hard, and bulbous.
My poor pussy gapes as he plunders me without remorse, lost to the frenzy of our mating. “Omen!” his name a desperate and strangled cry wrenched from my lips as we rise to greater heights. And for one breathless, heart-racing moment time falls away, and I feel if I just reached out and strained my fingers to their fullest extent, I could almost touch the moon.
But before I can dredge up the courage to relinquish my hold on the Mothman, we fall. The world rushes past us at impossible speed, and my hair flies, blocking my vision. I cling to Omen with all my strength in mortal terror as he fucks the shit out of me, his thrusts deeper, faster, and more frenzied.
Just as I think we’re past the point of no return, and our flesh is destined to be united with the cruel, bone-crushing impact of the ground, he back-wings and glides, unleashing an unholy and hot torrent within me. His claws dig into my back, and he shrieks, the inhuman and godawful sound deafening me. One brutal thrust after another, his cock engorges, releasing all seven of his eggs inside me—a literal Mothman ovipositor.
My cunt instinctively clenches around him as the seventh and final egg releases.
Omen’s cock feels impossibly huge, it’s girth swells to fill my hole completely, sealing it shut so tightly that I couldn’t release him even if I wanted to. No eggs will be falling out of me anytime soon. We’re bound together like two mutts humping in the streets. Only we’re hundreds of feet up in the air, and instead of creating cute little bastard puppies, we’re creating monsters together. Monsters that are mine, as much as they are his.
The Mothman soars once more, wings pumping as he flies us back to his nest—his cozy, fire-heated cavern within the mountains of West Virginia. Before long, he touches down, and the world feels solid and secure once more. Omen carries me inside, his arms wrapped protectively around me. “We’re home, mate,” he whispers in my ear. “You did so well, my beauty. My eggs are inside you now, and we’ll remain knotted until your womb accepts them.”
My head spins, and I feel inexplicably exhausted, like I’ve just run a marathon, or climbed a thousand stairs at speed. My body shudders around Omen’s monstrous cock, and I sigh, just grateful to be back inside and on solid ground.
“We will sleep now,” Omen whispers as he drops carefully to his knees on the nest of blankets and cushions. “And when you wake, we’ll speak of what happens next.”
Fatigue steals over me, and I relax, completely at ease as we lay down together, chest to chest, arms entangled around one another, him buried deep inside me. What could there possibly be to talk about? I’d just been mated by a monster.
Chapter Seven
Stretching my arms above my head, I yawn. I feel languid and warm.I’m free, I realize. Omen is nowhere to be seen. I tentatively reach down between my legs, my fingers grazing over my puffy pussy.Ican’t believeI fit a fucking monster inside of me… Unreal!And then my mind falls back to the eggs. “My God.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Eggs.”
With trepidation building in me, I slowly trail my hands up and over my stomach, circling the subtle swell. No one would know anything was amiss if they looked at me. I’m on the curvier side of the scale already, with a distinct hourglass figure. My breasts are full, my ass sports some dimples, and my belly and thighs are pleasantly cushy—or so I’ve been told.“More cushion for the pushin’,”one of my exes once said.
I shrug the thought away.Fuck them.Omen thinks I’m beautiful. Beautiful and brave, and strong enough to bear his offspring.
“I see you’re awake,” says the Mothman with a lopsided grin, a silver tray balanced on his splayed hand.
“How long have I been asleep?” I ask, rubbing my eyes as I sit up slowly.
