Monsters My Beloved

Time Traveling Eldritch God takes over control of Carver’s body on a daily basis just so he can get his needed dose of touching you. While his human is too resistant, knowing once Carver touches you he’ll lose control, he has no problem losing control.

From the moment his claws curl around your plush waist he’s going feral, yanking you into his broad chest and pinning you against the nearest surface. You don’t even get the chance to blink before his mouth is on yours, devouring your lips like they hold the world’s sweetest nectar. His toned thigh slips between your meaty ones and presses right against your core, making you mewl so sweetly.

He’ll torture for hours if you let him, kissing you till you run out of breath and grow dizzy with lust. Only then will he kiss down the curve of your neck and litter your soft skin with dark bruising marks. Ones that no earthly makeup would ever be able to cover.

Time Traveling Eldritch God is never satisfied just marking your body, he has to mark your scent. There are many ways as an Eldritch being that he can scent you and ensure it remains for the entire way. But his favorite way by far is to catch you fresh out of the shower, only partially dressed in your pretty panties, and drag you back into bed.

He’ll tease you ruthlessly but grinding his cock along your clothed slit, turning you both on so damn badly. You’re wriggling beneath him, whining and bucking your hips as your panties grow more slick. Which only helps him rub against you even harder and leak buckets of his own precum.

Eventually your dirty underwear is all soaked and practically see through with the evidence of how pent up you both are. He rubs his cock all over, even yanking the wet fabric away from your fat cunt and wrapping it around his thick girth so he can pump more of his essence into it.

Only when he thinks you’ve had enough does he peel them back by the seam and guide his throbbing tip along your slit, spreading open your folds and grinding shamelessly right into your clit until you cum hard. Your body convulsing with pleasure and your cheeks heating up in embarrassment that he could get you so messy without ever being inside you.

Time Traveling Eldritch God always subtly lets his hand linger on the back of your neck right before you leave for the day. Ancient magic flows through him and marks you down to your very soul with his own personal rune. It allows him to know your every whereabout and location. As well as allowing him a bit of control over your body.

Nothing huge, but during the day when he suddenly worries you might have forgotten that you’re his, he’ll start off gentle and slowly raise your body heat, causing your body to begin burning with arousal. He’ll have you subtly rubbing your legs together, growing desperate for some kinda friction.

But nothing you do satisfies. With a pulse of his rune he has your pussy throbbing with need, gushing with arousal and soaking your panties. Your slick mixes with the remnants of his cum and turns you on even more.

He doesn’t stop, keeping you right on the edge despite being able to make you cum over and over again completely untouched. Luckily he’s a very patient Eldritch God and waits till you eventually break and call him on the phone, demanding he talk you through your release.

And like the good mate he is, he works your body like only he can and brings you to release as many times as it takes you to go boneless with pleasure. Figuratively not literally. As both are things he can do.

Time Traveling Eldritch God calms back down once you’re back with him. The moment you walk into your home he’s on you, his human eyes and the many he cloaks from you rake over your form. All of his senses take you in. His eyes catch onto love bites that decorate your throat, his nose inhales deeply the scent of his mixed with your own, and the touches the rune on the back of your neck.

Gathering you in his arms he lets your presence calm is racing mind and the two of you sluggishly stumble onto the bed. The peace that washes over him in your presence has his magic slipping, his limbs growing longer and more indescribable.

You don’t even notice as you’re just as lost in him as he is you. Your bodies move in tandem, both of let out low moans as he finally slides his length inside of you. He starts off slow as if greeting your body with his own. But it doesn’t last for long, need gripping you both tightly and fueling you to start rutting into each other.

tw: heavy dub-con

Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.

You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He's struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can't escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that's not why he's struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there's a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.

The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don't have time for that. You don't have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.

Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it's clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.

You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment... you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.

He doesn't wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It's intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He's rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.

Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about "knot", something about "pussy", something about "mate".

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You aren't expecting when his hands move up, cupping your boobs and he starts massaging them. You are wearing a bra, but he doesn't seem to care about it when he pulls the top of your shirt down until your boobs are overflowing over it. You find yourself there, boobs fully exposed in a random bathroom while your monster boyfriend sucks on one of your nipples while he gropes your other boob. You have to cover your mouth not to moan, and he continues his sweet torture of your boobs for what feels like an eternity. He gropes, he cups, he pinches and caresses, he bites and licks and makes your pussy so fucking wet you are worried your pants are wet right now.

And then he stops.

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Also they’re never too long. They’re just right.

At least, that’s been my experience so far. I’ve only read six books by her so far. This is my seventh. So far, I love it.