Monster's pet

It doesn’t work. And your dick throbs painfully under you, where it’s pressed against the hard cool floor. It only gets his erection nudging against the crack of your ass. The cotton of your sweats is rubbing against your asshole. Doing this whole thing without underwear was a blessing and a curse. But right now, with the tip of his too hard dick pressing against your hole through a couple layers of fabric, is probably the most erotic feeling you’ve ever experienced.

“You think you can overpower me? You? A baby vampire? Awww, babe. Don’t be stupid. You can only fight so much.” His free hand maneuvers your body until your hands are between his body and your back, immobilizing you. “You wanted to be so rough with me… I’m going to be rough with you,” his voice has an edge to it that sends sparks of pleasure down your spine.

The sound travels faster than your acknowledgment of him moving. One second you are there, the next your clothes are ripped off your body and there’s two fingers pressing as deep as they can go. Your choked breath and moan are muffled by the way he presses your face harder against the floor. It hurts a little, but it only makes your hole clench. He chuckles, twisting his fingers until he’s rubbing your prostate with vengeance.

“Not so strong now, are you?” He teases, and you can’t answer anything but a moan. “I’m going to fuck you open. I’m going to make you scream my name and beg me to stop.” You are sure he’s going to do exactly that.

His stretching is not nearly enough, but you don’t complain, too eager to get his dick as deep inside of you as possible. It feels like he’s been edging you with each second you’ve been wrestling each other. The moment his dick pushes inside of you, your body melts under him, not fighting against his strength anymore.

He proceeds to fuck you onto the floor, until he’s filling you with so much come it’s overflowing. Your body is so tired you can’t say anything when he lowers his big frame between your legs and presses his cum back inside your stretched hole, holding his cum inside of you. His fangs are sinking in the back of your thigh so fast you let out a yell. You can feel his smile against your skin when he starts drinking.

Big as a mountain, green as the forest, and looking so hot you are practically salivating just looking at him. And he’s trying to pick up another twink.

Every night it’s the same.

He dances with them, he gropes them where everyone can see… And then they disappear. It shouldn’t be a worry for you, why would you care? But fuck. You are a bit jealous. He looks just like your type, monster sized and ready to fuck you into the mattress. But he always picks up others.

“You are so pretty, such a cute girl,” he keeps saying into the twinks face, and you can’t stop the huff of amusement that escapes your mouth as you clean the next table over. There’s no way this dude thinks that twink is a woman… is it?

You’ve heard stories of a monster who is too dense to understand this is a gay bar. That he’s taking men home. But you thought it was like a myth, something people talked about just because it was a funny thought. Nobody could be so dumb, could he? Well… Maybe he could.

You could shut up, you could walk away… But you see the twink disappearing and the words escape your mouth before you can even process them. “Hey, buddy, maybe you should stop thinking those men are petite women, it’s weird. You aren’t fooling anybody with the whole I’m straight discourse when you are here every couple nights looking for a twink,” there’s bitterness in your tone.

He looks you up and down, recognizing you and offering a tiny smile that makes your dick twitch inside your jeans. “What do you mean? I’ve been taking human women every night,” he tells you. He looks clearly confused. You might have to swallow back a laugh. Is this orc for real right now?

“This is a gay club. All the human women are into other women. You have been flirting and taking home twinks. Men. You’ve been fucking men,” you say the last phrase very slowly.

“What is a twi-twwink?” His mispronunciation amuses you more than anything else, and the smile that breaks on your face is one of absolute delight. His head tilts to the side in a confused movement that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is in an orc as big as he is.

“Twink,” you correct and he nods. “They are men. Skinny and most of the time smaller, but men nonetheless.” He looks so confused, you want to slap your dick on his face so bad. What a himbo. You can almost see his lonely neuron trying to work out what you mean.

He shakes his head, but there’s a hint “No. They are women. Just like you.” That affirmation hits you like a clown. You start laughing, bending down and clutching your stomach trying to breathe through the wheezes.

When you are more calm, you start talking again, between half giggles still. “I’m not a woman, dude. I might be smaller than you, like everyone else by the way,” you add. He’s fucking massive after all. “I have a dick just like you.” Even if probably way smaller, there’s no way someone as huge as him has a little dick. He could probably break you in two. And you’d say thank you.

His next response catches you off guard. “Probe it.” You stare at him, eyes as big as plates and confusion probably written all over your face.

“What?” The tray in your hands doesn’t fall to the ground, but it’s a close call. You rest it on the table, thanking the goddess for the club being kind of empty today.

He doesn’t even hesitate for a second before he’s getting up and into your space, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at him. Fuck, why is that so hot? Why does he have to be so fucking massive. “Show me your dick. Let me see you aren’t a woman.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, and you want to fall to your knees and worship his dick.

But two can play this teasing game. “Follow me.”

Game on, you himbo orc.

You signal to your colleague that you are taking a break and guide him to the back, where the employee’s bathroom is located. It’s filthy and a bit too dark for your taste, giving it a shady vibe that makes your skin crawl, but this won’t take long. For what it’s worth, the bathroom is private and has a good lock, so it’s your best option right now. You just want to probe a point.

He follows so close you can feel the heat of his body, filling you with anticipation, and hoping he fills you with something else. But also knowing there’s no way he would be DTF if he sees your dick, he’s not into that. Or so he says.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, which sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that pushes forward all your bravado. Okay. You can do this. You can show your dick to the big orc you’ve been thirsting over since the first time you saw him. Easy.

You look down not to look at him at the face, unbuttoning your pants in a rush. You are pulling down your pants and underwear and letting them pool on the floor before he can say anything. His eyes are big as plates as he stares at your erection.

“See? I have a dick.” You jerk it just to probe a point, the pearl at the tip catches the light in the shady employee’s bathroom.

He crowds you against the wall, his too big body on your front while his hands travel down and cup your ass. You are panting when he slips his hand down and presses a dry finger against your asshole. It twitches involuntarily and you moan.

“But you also have such a pretty pussy,” he pushes his big finger a bit, to the first knuckle, and you are having trouble breathing. Your knees buckle under you, and you grab onto his biceps, as big as your whole head. Goddess.

You try to focus, try to act nonchalant even though your dick is so hard you could hit nails with it. A new form of crucifixion. “It’s not a pussy, buddy. Stop calling it that. It’s my ass.” Your voice gets a high-pitched tone when he presses even deeper, rubbing your inner walls and making your eyes cross.

“Bussy then.” You are so overwhelmed by the feeling of his finger inside of you that you don’t question how he knows that term, your whole brain is vacating your ideas through your mouth, melting in the form of moans.

“Oh, no. Do not call it tha-” Your voice breaks when he pushes his whole finger inside. You let out a curse because of the sting, but your dick is leaking already.

And you don’t get time to say anything else because he’s bending down and claiming your mouth in an earth shattering kiss that makes your dick twitch and your ass clench.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his voice breathless and needy. He could do anything to you right now and you’d be happy.

His fingers are moving relentlessly in and out of you, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane but not enough to get you there. You can barely breathe. Much else say anything.

But your inner brat is always ready to pounce, even when your brain is not working properly. “Now you are all cute about it?”

He doesn’t fight it, his mouth on your neck when he whispers against your ear. “Yes. Can I fuck your pus- your ass?” He rectifies in the last second with a proud smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck- Yes. Yes. Come on.” You point somewhere to your right. “I have lube in the- in the cabinet. Good goddess.” His finger is exploring your insides and he rubs against your prostate, making your whole body feel electrified.

The lube is there. You don’t even see him moving, but the next second there’s cold against your crack, and he adds another finger. He stretches you like a professional, going as fast as possible without making you hurt. Just a tiny bit of sting, the right amount to drive your pleasure even higher. By the time he slips the fourth finger, you are ready to bite his hand off if he doesn’t replace it with his dick soon.

“I’m- I’m read. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me.” You are only saying incoherences, but you don’t care. “I need your cock. Your green popsicle. Please. Fuck. Please.

He turns your body around, your front pressed against the wall while he pulls your ass back so you are exposed to his hungry eyes. Your legs are still entangled in the fabric of your pants and underwear, but it’s not like he cares. He positions his dick… and thrusts.

The scream that leaves your throat is one of pure ecstasy, his dick filling every nook and cranny inside of you. You’ve never been so full, you’ve never felt so incredibly debauched. He grabs your hips and pulls you up, your feet in the air until you are basically hanging there, his dick in your ass and your hands against the wall.

And that’s it. He starts fucking you like you are nothing but a toy. He uses his superior strength and body weight to move you like you are a human fleshlight, and you can’t do anything but to moan in pleasure.

His dick is so big you can feel it everywhere, and with each thrust he hits your prostate. Your toes are curling, your eyes are crossing… But you can’t come. The movements are too fast for you to grab your dick without danger of hitting your head against the wall.

But it’s not like that seems like a problem to him. “I’m gonna- Fuck. I’m going to fill you. You are going to look so hot with my cum leaking out of your puss- FUCK.”

His growl is followed by a sinful amount of come filling your insides. He throbs and throbs inside of you, filling you to the brim. Until there’s no space left, until his come is leaking off you around his dick. It’s a mess, absolute filth… And fuck, you’ve never been as hard in your fucking life. You need to come more than you need to breathe.

The second he pulls out, he’s letting you onto your feet softly. You don’t know how, but your knees hold you up. You turn around and push him down until he’s on his knees. He follows willingly, your dick right there.

You start jerking off, the tip against his lips, framed by his beautiful tusks. The whole image, including the way he’s looking up at you like you are a god, and the fact that his tongue lolls out just enough to taste your precum… You are done for.

You spill all over his face while he smirks up at you, on his knees, on a filthy bathroom floor and looking fucked out and completely content.

“Maybe you are right. I think I’m into men,” he says after a beat, his face painted with your come and a big smile spreading on his green face.

“Yesss…” Your voice feels weird, like it’s not yours, but the second your hands made contact with his soft fur, you are moaning. Fuck, it does feel so good. “Maybe without clothes…” You are pulling them off your body before the thought fully registers, and you see the tentacle-monster doing the same in your periphery. Perfect. So much skin and fur.

You straddle the werewolf lap, and he moans in sync with you. You move against each other, hands exploring and marveling at each single touch. It’s like everything is amplified, and you want it all. You are grinding your pussy against his dick when the tentacle monster moves closer.

“You two are as high as kites right now, aren’t you?” The tentacle monster sounds absolutely delighted by this fact, his whole body undulating in his way towards you. He’s so fucking hot… You want those tentacles in every single one of your holes.

He positions himself behind you, his tentacles reaching to touch both of your bodies, while you bite down on your werewolf’s neck, and he continues being as vocal as possible about it. Each sound is like a stroke to your clit, and you fucking love it. Vocal monster is where the juice is at, for sure.

A tentacle touches your lower back, and you arch towards him, more than ready to be filled. “I’m going to fuck your holes, is that what you want? I bet you two would sound so pretty while I fuck my tentacles in your holes. Do you want that, darlings?” Your nod comes with a soft moan when one of his tentacles touches your dripping pussy. “Fuck, you are so warm and wet. Velvety soft. You are so fucking perfect. What a perfect human pussy for me.” You don’t see what he’s doing, but you hear his next words and your whole world stops for a second. “And you? Fuck. You are so tight. Has anybody fucked your tight asshole, pet? I bet not. Do you want to? Do you want my tentacles inside of you?” Your werewolf roommate is nodding so fast and hard your whole body is shaking on top of his.

It takes a couple of minutes of teasing before you are begging for him to fuck you already, but he magically produces a bottle of lube that he carefully drips down your crack. You shiver at the temperature, and let out a choked moan when he applies more. It drips down your pussy and onto the werewolf balls… and even lower.

You look over your shoulder to see him using his fingers. The werewolf looks completely dizzy with pleasure, jaw slack and head thrown back. Fuck. That’s so hot.

You are next in the stretching line, his fingers not being as careful with you because he knows you like the sting of a bit of pain. He does a quick work with your ass, and you already know he’s not going to use his bigger tentacles on you. He’s probably saving them for your werewolf roommate. Fuck yes.

“Everyone ready?” His tone is way too cheerful, and makes you giggle while the werewolf nods frantically. Your laughter dies on your mouth when he presses forward, filling both of your holes at the same time. And by the sounds the werewolf is making… filling him nicely, too.

By the time he’s fully inside, you are already begging for more, and the werewolf dick pressing against your lower abdomen is leaking profusely, creating a sinful friction against your skin.

And then all games and amusement are far away from your mind when he starts moving behind you.

The tentacle-monster fucks you in tandem, his tentacles pushing in and out of your holes while he does the same with the werewolf under you. The combination of the wet sounds with the grunts and moans is like a symphony of sin, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Everything feels heightened, everything is too much and too little at once. And you crave more.

You start bouncing, trying to get the tentacles deeper and harder. But what you get is the werewolf dick rubbing against your clit in the most filthy way possible. You are so wet his knot is like the perfect texture, and before you know it you are rubbing yourself against him.

The angle is weird, and it twists the tentacles inside of you in a way that hits a point inside of you that’s like pressing against the pleasure center in your brain with each single thrust. You might be ascending into heaven. Maybe it’s outer space. Maybe you are an astronaut right now, being fucked by a tentacle monster while you grind your wet pussy against a werewolf’s knot. Fuck.

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to embarrass myself,” the werewolf says out loud, and you realize, once more, that your high self is broadcasting the thoughts into the universe.

“No, no. Don’t stop,” the tentacle monster says behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his tentacles holding you down so you can grind harder against the knot. That’s so fucking hot. They both moan at that. “Make him come. Let me see how pretty you two look coming undone around me. Being filled by my tentacles.”

And you are nothing but a good girl who likes following orders, because your movements became frantic and before you can even process it, your orgasm is rocking your whole body and you are gushing over the werewolf knot, clenching over the tentacles in your holes while everyone around you also starts cursing and moaning. It’s perfect. It’s wonderful… There’s a little puddle of werewolf cum against your stomach.

That last thought makes you giggle, which jolts your hips and makes everyone moan again. Your tentacle-monster tries to hold you still, but you are not so easy. You grind your hips against the tentacles once more, milking their oversensitivity while you chase your second orgasm, much to their pleasure and demise.

The second you come again, they completely sag. The werewolf falls back against the mattress, and the tentacle monster plasters his whole front against your back, creating the perfect human sandwich.

“I’ll clean you both… Just… Just give me... a minute,” he blurts out, and you don’t complain. You are more than cozy between them, still filled and clenching.

At the end, your tentacle-monster roommate doesn’t get to clean you up, because you start rolling your hips, making both of them groan… and it ends up in a second round. And a third. Maybe a fourth, things are a bit foggy.

He calls after you, but you are already out of the door, running into the forest behind your house. You aren’t exactly the most coherent person when something scares you, so you will give yourself some grace about running into the night when you get scared. Even if you can already hear the evil laugh of your boyfriend in the distance.

You could go back. You could totally laugh it off… But your heart is racing, and your hands are sweating, and the adrenaline is making you feel on the edge of something hot. Something very similar to what you feel when your boyfriend edges you. And you crave more. So much more.

So instead of going back to the house, you walk further into the forest, hiding yourself and begging whoever is listening that your monster boyfriend doesn’t find you. Not yet at least.

“Hasn’t your little movie taught you anything? You don’t go running into the darkness, love!” He yells somewhat close, but not close enough for you to see. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to swallow the heavy breaths. But it’s no use. His face appears in front of you and you let out a scream that he rapidly covers with his palm. “Shhh, don’t scream, love. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Your heartbeat is going so fast you can barely hear him over the constant thud thud thud ringing in your ears.

“I- I-” You try to talk but he doesn’t pull his hand away, only smirking down at you. Framed by the moonlight and with his big horns and horizontal pupils, he looks like a demon, and fuck… Why does that arouse you?

“I can smell your arousal, love. You are excited? Turned on to see me? To be my prey?” The little breath that escapes you doesn’t sound like a moan. Nope. Not true. (It totally does.) He laughs, loud and creepy, and pats your cheek lightly. “Come on, love… Do you want to run from me?” He helps you to your feet, turning you around and slapping your ass hard. “So run, little rabbit. Don’t let the big bad monster catch you.”

You are bolting out of there before he can finish the phrase. You try to go as fast as possible, but you hear him behind you, chasing you, gaining terrain. You can hear his breathing, the way his hooves land on the dirt…

His body lands on yours like a train, throwing you to the floor and rolling over so you aren’t the one hitting the floor. It lasts barely two seconds before he turns again and you are face down on the dirt, his big dick rutting against your ass.

“My cute human, my love, running away from your goatman? Mmmm… You smell delicious. Ripe. Ready to be breed.” You moan at his words. “Is that what you want? To be bred by the scary monster?” You nod against the dirt, and he huffs a laugh. “No need to nod, love. I can smell it all over you. I can hear your heartbeat. You are so needy and desperate for my cock. Always are.” You moan again.

He pulls down your pants, exposing your hole to the cold night air. His hands are still holding you down when he releases his own cock, landing right over your hole. He smears his precum all over you, pressing with his finger until you are moaning, begging for him to fuck you already.

“Is that what my love wants? To be fucked by a wild beast in the middle of the forest? What a dirty, dirty human you are…” He whispers the words, but the filth of it all, the truth of it all… It makes you shiver. You push your ass back and the slap makes you scream. “You get what I give you when I give it to you, don’t be cheeky.” You nod again, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel the tip of his dick against your hole, his fingers stretching you until you are sure you are about to come, just to stop. You are about to tell him to fuck you when he pushes all the way in. One single thrust. So hard your face hits the ground, but you don’t care.

He’s fucking you like a madman, like he’s the evil in the movie, your personal demon. He’s chasing his own release, but it doesn’t matter. You were so pent up, your adrenaline pumping into your veins with such strength… That you aren’t too far yourself.

“I’m going to fill you so much. You are going to walk home with your pretty hole stretched and dripping. Like the good little human you are for me,” he grunts. And that does it. His filthy words send you over the edge, groaning and moaning against the forest floor while he ruts your hole, spilling everything he has inside of you like his life depends on it.

The sweat is cooling on your skin, his hands traveling up and down your sides, and he’s kissing the back of your neck softly. “You should watch more horror movies,” he says with a huff of amusement. You grunt, pushing him back until he lands on his back and you get on your feet, barely holding on. “Aw, love. Don’t be mad… I know you like when I chase you. You are such a cute prey!”

He calls after you, but you are already out of the door, running into the forest behind your house. You aren’t exactly the most coherent person when something scares you, so you will give yourself some grace about running into the night when you get scared. Even if you can already hear the evil laugh of your boyfriend in the distance.

You could go back. You could totally laugh it off… But your heart is racing, and your hands are sweating, and the adrenaline is making you feel on the edge of something hot. Something very similar to what you feel when your boyfriend edges you. And you crave more. So much more.

So instead of going back to the house, you walk further into the forest, hiding yourself and begging whoever is listening that your monster boyfriend doesn’t find you. Not yet at least.

“Hasn’t your little movie taught you anything? You don’t go running into the darkness, love!” He yells somewhat close, but not close enough for you to see. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to swallow the heavy breaths. But it’s no use. His face appears in front of you and you let out a scream that he rapidly covers with his palm. “Shhh, don’t scream, love. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Your heartbeat is going so fast you can barely hear him over the constant thud thud thud ringing in your ears.

“I- I-” You try to talk but he doesn’t pull his hand away, only smirking down at you. Framed by the moonlight and with his big horns and horizontal pupils, he looks like a demon, and fuck… Why does that arouse you?

“I can smell your arousal, love. You are excited? Turned on to see me? To be my prey?” The little breath that escapes you doesn’t sound like a moan. Nope. Not true. (It totally does.) He laughs, loud and creepy, and pats your cheek lightly. “Come on, love… Do you want to run from me?” He helps you to your feet, turning you around and slapping your ass hard. “So run, little rabbit. Don’t let the big bad monster catch you.”

You are bolting out of there before he can finish the phrase. You try to go as fast as possible, but you hear him behind you, chasing you, gaining terrain. You can hear his breathing, the way his hooves land on the dirt…

His body lands on yours like a train, throwing you to the floor and rolling over so you aren’t the one hitting the floor. It lasts barely two seconds before he turns again and you are face down on the dirt, his big dick rutting against your ass.

“My cute human, my love, running away from your goatman? Mmmm… You smell delicious. Ripe. Ready to be breed.” You moan at his words. “Is that what you want? To be bred by the scary monster?” You nod against the dirt, and he huffs a laugh. “No need to nod, love. I can smell it all over you. I can hear your heartbeat. You are so needy and desperate for my cock. Always are.” You moan again.

He pulls down your pants, exposing your hole to the cold night air. His hands are still holding you down when he releases his own cock, landing right over your hole. He smears his precum all over you, pressing with his finger until you are moaning, begging for him to fuck you already.

“Is that what my love wants? To be fucked by a wild beast in the middle of the forest? What a dirty, dirty human you are…” He whispers the words, but the filth of it all, the truth of it all… It makes you shiver. You push your ass back and the slap makes you scream. “You get what I give you when I give it to you, don’t be cheeky.” You nod again, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel the tip of his dick against your hole, his fingers stretching you until you are sure you are about to come, just to stop. You are about to tell him to fuck you when he pushes all the way in. One single thrust. So hard your face hits the ground, but you don’t care.

He’s fucking you like a madman, like he’s the evil in the movie, your personal demon. He’s chasing his own release, but it doesn’t matter. You were so pent up, your adrenaline pumping into your veins with such strength… That you aren’t too far yourself.

“I’m going to fill you so much. You are going to walk home with your pretty hole stretched and dripping. Like the good little human you are for me,” he grunts. And that does it. His filthy words send you over the edge, groaning and moaning against the forest floor while he ruts your hole, spilling everything he has inside of you like his life depends on it.

The sweat is cooling on your skin, his hands traveling up and down your sides, and he’s kissing the back of your neck softly. “You should watch more horror movies,” he says with a huff of amusement. You grunt, pushing him back until he lands on his back and you get on your feet, barely holding on. “Aw, love. Don’t be mad… I know you like when I chase you. You are such a cute prey!”

You didn’t even come with the plan beforehand, it was at some point when he was solving a complicated-looking math problem on the chalkboard when you decided you were going to suck him off dry the second you were out of this classroom. Wherever that got you.

So you are staring at the clock above the door, waiting patiently (but not really) to hit the o’clock so you can jump your mate and do dirty things to him. As a celebration for his first time giving a lecture. Or whatever he wanted to make out of it. You can only think of his big dick down your throat. Or up your pussy. Or anywhere near you to be honest.

You are so close to coming. Just thinking about it, you are almost tempted to slip your hand inside your pants and rub one out in the last row of seats, but there are a lot of monster alumni in this class, and you are pretty sure some of them already smelled the pheromones coming out of you.

Your thoughts are so raunchy that you barely notice everybody else getting up and picking up their stuff until Hodei calls out for you. “My beautiful mate, how did I do?” For a second you are a deer caught in headlights, you dissociated so bad having dirty thoughts that you have no idea how he did.

“You did fantastic. The best teacher for sure. You are going to be amazing,” you respond almost in autopilot. He chuckles. There’s a hint of interest in his eyes when he sniffs the air, and the smirk that grows on his lips tells you he knows exactly where your thoughts are at.

“Sure,” he chuckles. “I need to grab some stuff from the office and then we can go, is that okay?” He guides you out and closes the door behind him, his laptop looking tiny in his big hand.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go with you.” He arches an eyebrow, and you feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. “So I don’t have to wait around,” you add, fooling nobody with your poorly executed move to be subtle.

“Let’s go, then.” He throws his big arm over your shoulder and presses you to his side. His legs are slightly apart, which you know is a sign he’s getting a chubby and doesn’t want others to notice. But you notice everything about him.

The short walk to the upper floor where the office is feels like a thousand miles with the way your panties are rubbing against your sensitive clit. You are so wet you are worried your pants are going to be ruined after this.

The second the door is closed behind you, you are pushing him backwards until he’s blocking the door with his big body, and you are grabbing the collar of his shirt with enough force to surprise him. You claim his mouth like your life depends on it, deepening the kiss instantly. You want to consume him.

So you drop to your knees right there, in the middle of his office, the big windows on the other side open. It would be very difficult for somebody to see you there, but the little chance of somebody across the street looking in this direction and seeing you sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that has you moaning while you nuzzle his dick through his pants.

“Fuck, mate,” he chants like a prayer. His hand is instantly tangled in your hair, and you moan louder. “You have to be quiet. There could be people in the other offices,” he adds. That only turns you on more.

You might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink. I mean, this is not a surprise, you always enjoyed the side of a bit too public. The extra excitement of almost being caught… But since you and Hodei mated, it’s only gotten way worse. If before you were together you were thirsty for him, it’s nothing compared to the way your whole body thrums with need for him every chance you get.

You palm his erection through his pants and he moans above you, enticing a big smile out of you. You slowly open his fly with your teeth, enjoying way too much the way his breathing accelerates and his hands grab onto your hair.

“You did so well in your lecture,” you tell him in your most slutty voice. “I think you deserve a reward, mate.” You add the last word just to see his reaction, and the way his head falls back against the door with a soft thud is an ego booster for sure.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath when you pull his cock out. “I’m not gonna last. You look so good on your knees. Such a perfect little mate for me. You are better than all my fantasies.” He’s spitting nonsense, but you don’t care. Not when his green dick is in front of your face`, and he’s already leaking precum.

You lean forward to catch a taste with the tip of your tongue, rolling it around the head while he curses like a sailor. “Better be quiet,” you tell him before you open your mouth and pull him inside.

His curse is muffled by the way he’s biting down on his lower lip, and you smile up at him around his shaft. He frowns for a second, but it’s rapidly replaced with a look of pure desire when you go forward, swallowing around him. Your tongue keeps playing with the underside of his dick, that little point that drives him insane.

You don’t even pretend you want this to last, you start bobbing your head like a pro while he chants something incoherent above you. Your focus is only one: to make him come like a champion so you can go back home and get fucked within an inch of your life.

You use every trick up your sleeve while he struggles to remain calm and quiet. And he fails miserably. “Fuck, mate. You are… Oh, goddess,” Hodei’s voice breaks. He sounds completely debauched by the time he covers his own mouth with his big hand.

You double your efforts, bobbing your head on his dick like you are trying to make him come as fast as possible. You can see him already starting to get there, his hips fluttering, his knees trembling…

And by the time you grab onto his balls, massaging them at the same time you suck him down to the root, he’s muttering curses above you and you feel the telltale sign of his balls tightening on your hand before he releases deep down your throat.

You swallow around him, driving him as deep as possible and sucking as much as you can in this position. The things he’s saying above you would make the devil blush, but it only makes you go harder, driving him into oversensitivity while his hips fuck into your mouth a few dozen more times.

He pulls you off with a whimper, and you smile up at him, licking your lips seductively and making him curse once more before he pulls you up and claims your mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Your legs are trembling, too, and your pussy is chanting Hodei’s name, like a siren’s call. You want to jump on his dick right here, but you know that won’t be a good idea. You want his knot, and there’s no way you can get it here.

“We need to get home, ASAP,” you whisper against his lips and he smiles. You pull apart, setting your clothes straight while he checks you out. You know you must look completely fucked out, but you don’t care. “Hodei, I swear to the goddess, if I don’t get your knot in me in the next half an hour, we’ll have a problem.” Your threat is not as successful as you intend, but he chuckles while he fixes his clothes.

Hodei is still breathing hard, his hands rubbing his face as if he’s trying to get the dopey smile off his mouth. He doesn’t succeed, but it makes you feel all kinds of pleased with yourself that you could bring him to his demise so beautifully and so fast.

“Get those sleeves back in place before I climb you like a tree right here,” you warn him before licking your lips one more time. It doesn’t really work, but he looks so smug and pleased with himself that you kiss him again, swallowing his whimper.

“Let’s go home so I can return the favor, my pretty mate,” he whispers against your lips before cupping a feel of your ass, groping you until you are panting.

“You are an asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you walk out of the office.

There’s a couple monsters in the hallway that by the looks they give you… know exactly what happened there.