“No more chasing, no more running, baby. It’s us now,” I soothe, as I reach up and stroke along his horns. He growls, his eyes flashing.
“Whoops, I forgot about that,” I say innocently, blinking at him.
His eyes narrow as I continue to stroke his antlers. “Little Monster, behave.”
“And when have I ever behaved, god? Tell me that.” Leaning closer, I lick his lips. “And when do you not like it when I don’t?”
“Little Monster,” he growls.
“What are you waiting for, forest god...every time you catch me you have me...is this going to be the exception?” I purr, tracing my nails down his back, adding an edge of pain to my touch, knowing my god likes it when we push boundaries. Flashes of the last time we were together, of the blood, the pleasure, fills my head. God, I want that.
I want him.
So badly.
His hands trail along my thighs before gliding upwards, delicately crossing my chest, and brushing across my taut nipples before he cups my chin. “I feel your need, it’s so strong, Little Monster. You never have to ask. I always want you, always need you. Never worry about waking us or disturbing us, you are our world, Little Monster. It’s time you realised you can trust us to always take care of you.”
“What—” I start, but he covers my lips.
I groan into his mouth as he tangles his tongue with mine, playing with me, his hands trailing back down. He flicks my nipples, tweaking them, his touches alternating between hard and soft until I’m moaning into his mouth. I’m so wet I bet it’s dripping onto the table, imagining all the ways my forest god is going to fuck me.
He pushes my thighs apart and strokes across my wet pussy, the caress more teasing than anything, back and forth, back and forth, at the same rhythm of his kiss until I’m panting and rocking against him. Needing more.
Ripping my mouth away, I snarl, “More!”
He chuckles breathlessly, keeping up the movement. “Trust me, Little Monster.”
Groaning, I drop back to the table and he leisurely kisses across my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth before rolling it around. I feel his tongue change around me, becoming forked as he lashes me. Yes, now this is what I was talking about!
But then he pulls away and blows cool air over me before giving the other breast the same treatment. Fuck control, fuck patience and trust. “Nos!” I snarl in warning.
He growls, lifting his head as the change comes over him, the skull forming over his face until his eye sockets are black. “I wanted you, Little Monster, you will trust us.”
He picks me up as I struggle in his grip. The scent of his blood fills the air, but he ignores it as he drops me onto the balcony. I tumble backwards and his hands catch me around the waist as I dangle halfway off the edge.
Squirming, I try to get up as one of his hands releases its hold and goes back to stroking my pussy.
“Trust, Little Monster, it is hard for you. But we will learn, I will prove it repeatedly, starting now.”
“Trust! Let me down,” I growl, fighting his grip even as pleasure rockets through me, drawn by his touch. He ignores me, kissing along my side and legs as I struggle, my hips rolling to meet his fingers as he finally dips one inside me, but when I start to fight to get up again he pulls them free.
Fuck.
I still and he slips his fingers back inside me, this thumb brushing my clit as he plunges deep. Groaning, I bite my lip as I writhe in his grasp, the pleasure fighting against my panic to move, to get up.
The top half of me is weightless, this is more than a power play. This is about trust, me letting go and expecting him to protect me, to save me and keep me safe. To give me everything I need.
I release the bannister and trust him, and when I do, immense pleasure and love fills me from our connection.
This was never about him, but about me. About letting go, living in the moment, and trusting. Right here and now he’s showing me that I can always depend on my forest god, even during very hard times.
God, I love him.
My hair cascades over the world below, my eyes closing as the wind blows across my naked body, the night sky surrounding me. The stars shine down on me as he rubs his cock across my pussy.
“I will always catch you, Little Monster. This isn’t about sex or fucking. This is about love. Our love. It’s stronger than you will ever know, but I will spend every day showing you, reminding you.”
“Fucking me, I hope,” I tease, my lips curling into a smile as I let him do whatever he wants to me.
“Always,” he murmurs, dropping a soft kiss on my clit before his forked tongue darts out and lashes it, making me moan. “You asked once what else I could do, want to see?”
“What—hell yes,” I exclaim, almost sitting up before remembering, and I relax again, a decision he rewards with a kiss.
He laughs as he pulls away, taking his fingers with him, but then his cock suddenly replaces them. Spearing my pussy in one hard, quick thrust, he fills me. I scream into the night as he stretches me around his hard length. He waits for me to stop squirming and then lifts my hips, exposing me further until I feel the cool air blow over my ass.
He’s holding me up with two hands, dangling me above a fifty-foot drop. Fuck, why is that so hot?
Then he starts to move with quick, sure thrusts. It feels good, really good, and I let myself go, relaxing with each one, allowing him to use my body, driving my higher and higher towards that peak.
Only when I’ve given myself over to him completely does he speak again.
“Did you know snakes have two penises?” he murmurs almost matter-of-factly.
“Wait—what—holy fuck!” I scream, as something soft yet strangely hard—almost reminding me of a tentacle—slides down my pussy before gliding back up and pressing against my clit as he drives in and out of my tight channel. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes roll into the back of my head, but then the extra appendage slides farther down and slips inside me, right alongside his other cock.
He’s fucking me with two cocks.
It stretches me to the point of pain, and that extra appendage presses against my nerves, hard, until I’m squirming and crying out as a sudden wave of pleasure washes over me, dragging me with it. I shout his name into the night as I come. But he doesn’t stop. Fighting my clenching pussy, he pulls his second cock free and, wet with my cream, presses it down to my ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, knowing I don’t have a choice. He’s going to do whatever he wants to me, I’m just along for the ride, completely at his mercy, and the thought is hot. Imagining whatever that second cock looks like, slipping and slithering into my other hole, has me clenching on his cock again.
“Is that what you want, my little monster? Me to fill every hole you have, until there is no space between us at all? Until you are consumed by me? Filled so completely you will always feel empty without us inside you?” he murmurs as he fucks me.
God, yes.
“No need to pray to me, Little Monster, never,” he snarls, his hands tightening on my hips, cutting into the skin there. The fragrance of my blood fills the air, even as he slithers into my other hole. That snaking cock slips through my muscles, and when it fills me, it seems to expand.
Still slithering, jerking like a tentacle, it feels so wrong, so different, that I can’t help but wriggle. He drives into me with his other cock, stretching me so completely that I scream, letting it all out into the night.