Lover of Monsters

But then he reminded himself. Fuck that shit. He had made sure you knew you were his. Nothing would make him give up that claim now. With a sharp pointed jerk of motion he sheds off his clothes and slips back into your bed.

The minute he feels your warmth against him his cock instantly harden to its full massive size. Yo remind you of that claim he molds himself to your back, soaking in the sensation of being yours too.

Nudging your legs apart he rocks his shaft between your thick thighs, barely grazing against your still sensitive folds. The already leaking tip of his cockhead teases at your entrance in a silent promise.

“Hmm, what are you doing?” You moan, your body responding faster than your mind that’s still foggy with sleep.

“Well… I think I’m saying a proper good morning to my mate,” he purrs.

And at the same time he pushes past the tight ring do your sex.

Your jaw drops and a long mewl pours out of you. He rocks in deeper and deeper, being gentle with your sweet sore cunt in a way that surprises you. And somehow turns you on even more. Yet just as you’re about to moan again, the sound slipping out of you, he slaps a hand over your mouth.

Silencing you and blocking out your airways. The blunt cut off makes you squirm and buck against his dick, taking even more of him. You wanna cry out so damn bad. You know he can tell too by the way he chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Shhh, don’t wanna wake the cub now,” he murmurs deliciously, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Realization dawns on you and you wanna smack yourself. How could you have forgotten there was another person in the house? Better question was wondering how he could’ve remembered.

But even as he keeps going, pushing in deeper, he doesn’t move his hand. Not letting you fully breathe until he bottoms out.

Then is when he really gives it to you.

Not even giving you a minute to catch your breath till he starts pounding away at you. The mess left between your thighs from last night works as the perfect lube to help him stretch you out all over again.

Your bodies sloppily slap together, showing just how bad of a wreck you are for him. Your eyes roll back with every thrust. So much so that you’re almost scared they’ll get stuck there.

His pace is a brutal and relentless thing. Like he’s been waiting so so long for this. The friction is maddening and you can’t get enough. Shamelessly you jerk your frame into his, meeting every movement with your own feral jump of your hips.

Which only makes him jackhammer his cock into you harder and harder. Pinning you to the mattress with his overwhelming force. Not making you go without the feeling of his shaft grinding against your g-spot for long.

How works your body on his thick meat as if wanting every inch of your body to remember the feel of him. Pushing out the memory of everyone else. Not satisfied until he’s positive you’ll only be able to cum from his dick alone.

And he cements that possibility more as he makes you cum time and time again. On every available surface of your room. Rubbing all your special spots raw and then finding new ones or mold to his touch. Ensuring a mixture of both your fluids are sprayed everywhere like a claimed territory officially marked.

You’re not sure how much time passes but the sun isn’t even up yet when you demand nourishment. Your new mate has to carry you to the kitchen, legs unable to work on their own, so you can eat something. Of course he cooks for you, taking care of your needs like a good mate should.

But it isn’t long until he gets distracted by the way you look propped up on the counter. All domestic and perfect, he can’t take it. Without either of you remembering how you got there you find yourself pinned to that same counter.

Your feet aren’t even touching the ground as he plows your poor pussy into the next dimension. Not that you could use them anyway. At this point you’re nothing but a fleshlight as he bounces you up and down his length. Watching it disappear inside of you and hating the sight of it pulling out.

“Fffffuck, my mate. Need this messy hole so bad, you know I need you just like you need me. She’s practically locking me up inside her,” he growls, nipping at your throat with his fangs.

Swiveling his hips he aims to hear that cute cry in response. Ecstasy churns in your gut and he knows just how to hone it. Each pump of his hips brings you closer to release.

You’re not even sure if you can come anymore. But if anyone could do it it’s him. The man who knows and worships your body like no one else.

“Won’t be able to go long without me, right? Might have to keep sneakin’ away during the day to take care of this pussy. Make sure she’s all full of cum.”

His words hit you in a harsh blow just as he spreads open your ass cheeks and grinds his cock impossibly deeper, making out with your cervix like he’s sucking the orgasm right out of you.

It washes throughout your body like an uncontrollable force, unraveling you from the inside out. Just before you scream his fingers find their way inside your mouth and you suck hard as you milk his cock for everything it’s worth.

He doesn’t have time to pull out at all and honestly you don’t give him a chance. By the time your walls pulse around his girth he’s already filling you up so hard it may be enough to knock you up again.

༻ Monster Paladins that were given to your royal spouse as an offering of good faith. They sneer and growl, pointedly showing their distaste for their new ruler through small acts of rebellion that are seen, at surface level, as mistakes.

༻ Monster Paladins who only dip their head when your Arranged Spouse walks towards them. They meet the ruler's gaze. They take their time when they have to kneel. Their hands linger on their weapons when in the ruler's presence.

༻ Monster Paladins that do not see their new master as a worthy ruler.

༻ Monster Paladins who snap to attention when you pass them by. They lower their gaze and bow at the waist whenever you approach. Their hands stay by their sides, shifting quickly to open doors for you or make room for you in a crowd. They drop to their knees when you rise to leave the room.

༻ Monster Paladins that all collectively agree that you are more suited to rule. They become your protectors without any orders to stay by your side. ༻ Monster Paladins that look to you for approval before leaving your side when summoned by your spouse. ༻ Monster Paladins that redirect anyone you don't like away from your residence in the palace so you have more time for yourself and your hobbies. ༻ Monster Paladins that tense when your spouse raises their voice at you. Ready to strike the unworthy ruler down dare they lay a hand on you.

༻ Monster Paladins that are forced to listen to you fake orgasms when your spouse takes you to the marital chambers. Knowing your sounds of pleasure by heart after hearing you moan in the privacy of your own bedroom. Knowing they can do a better job to please you than any simple human ruler could.

༻ Monster Paladins that glow under your hungry gaze. But keep a respectful distance from your chambers because they still have a code to follow. ༻ Monster Paladins that still show-pony a little whenever you're around. Training harder when your eyes are on them in the yards. Winning tournament after tournament in honor of your name. Bringing you trophies and favors from their conquests, asking for your blessing whenever they need to fight.

༻ Monster Paladins that grow weak at the knees when you wear silks and jewels for ceremonious occasions. Hating that your warm smile and twinkling gaze are all for show while you're paraded around the ballroom on the arm of your egotistical spouse. ༻ Monster Paladins that watch you like hungry wolves as you dance. Enjoying the way the fine veils of color frame the body they wish to worship.

༻ Monster Paladins that guard the door to the chambers where a sacred communion is taking place. Taking turns slipping in and out of the doors to take their vigil - looking dazed and content. ༻ Monster Paladins that perceive the union of your tangled bodies as a divine blessing. Praying devout loyalty to you as you use their bodies to pleasure yourself until your sated and exhausted. ༻ Monster Paladins who kneel between your thighs and reverently worship your body with their tongue and fingers. Taking turns to fill you in any which way you wish.

༻ Monster Paladins who take an oath to be your faithful divine knights until you dismiss them from your side.

Helping a friend with their small stall at the local market was more work than you'd expected.

Sure, they did the whole vendor paperwork and the hard part of renting the space for their stall, but you are the one currently wearing an outfit that feels both slutty yet fully covered as the fabric clings in places that are actually very flattering for you. The only reason you feel this way is every possible person that had come by their stall had been staring right at you, some curious, others unashamed in how they were checking you out, but nonetheless they were staring.

As the morning became midday, and the market began to wrap up you were staring down the last of your friends stock, a stack of honey biscuits and jam drops that while they had sold well, still had far too many for you to simply say you'd take them home after. So, you gathered them up and decided to see if any of the other stalls would trade for their left over items for some sweet treats, ambling across to a farm stall and offering some of them to a group of cow hybrids that all coo and moo happily at you when offered to trade, the women giving you some of their soft cheese in exchange for the mix of cookies they snag, unaware of how one of the hybrid women leans forward to watch your ass as you walk away.

The next place you visit is a honey stall, the bee hybrids there all moving around excitedly, packing up unsold honey and slabs of honey comb into boxes, they jump slightly when you announce yourself. Smiling you ask nicely if they'd be willing to trade some honey or honeycomb for the last of the sweets, barely holding back laughter as the three bee hybrids come swarming over to you, taking the last of the cookies and handing over a box of honeycomb pieces, a small tub of honey, and a card for their hive.

These hybrids are more obvious than the cow hybrids, still crowded around you as they munch on the biscuits, antenna bobbing and twitching as they lean closer and bump the fuzzy tips against your face, sharing some kind of silent conversation with each other before they ask which stall you came from, following your hand as you point to the half packed up space your friend was still in. The cow hybrids from earlier are talking with them, likely ordering more cookies or sweet treats after you'd traded with them.

With your head turned you miss the small exchange of looks the bees share before asking to come over when they're done packing up to order some more honey biscuits, nodding happily you tell them you'll get your friend to wait before heading back to the stall area.

As you get back and help with the last of the pack up, you tell them about the bee hybrids and their trade of honey and honeycomb, offering it to them for their next market day goodies. Only to be confused as they tell you to take it, flicking their wrist as they seem to be watching something you can't see from where you're pushing stuff into their car. Not too far from you is the trio of bee hybrids fluffing their collars and making sure that they all look as soft and inviting as possible before coming over to the stall, buzzing with excitement and eagerness.

Helping a friend with their small stall at the local market was fun in the end, especially as they were adamant you had to come to the next market with them, winking and nudging you about making sure to keep your suitors entertained and engaged.

Whatever that meant...

Also me reading monster smut:

“His cock was massive, barely fit. Huge knot. Massive balls.”

Me after: