Monster’s Bride Read Online Stasia Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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Now it is time for mine.

After a lifetime of solitude, for the first time in my life, I will fuck.

Chapter Nine

HANNAH

I’m still spasming in the aftershocks of what I’m pretty sure is my first-ever orgasm…? Holy shit, I just came. I finally came… from being eaten out by some sort of demon monster.

When he rises, mouth glistening with my juices, I let go of his horns as he takes his giant cock in one hand. He’s terrifying. He’s so big, his large hand doesn’t even close around his shaft. Not even including the claws.

“Now we fuck,” he proclaims.

My mouth drops open.

There’s time to protest.

But nothing comes. Because… I don’t want to protest. As hard as he just made me come, my legs fall open wide to him. In this wild moment, oh God, I want to see what might come next.

And then he’s there, his absolutely obscenely large cock at the rim of my pussy, stretching as he pushes forward.

Is it too late to ask about demon-human sexually transmitted diseases? Is my pussy going to light up like a glow-stick after this?

Wrong question for my brain to ask right now, considering that demon-lord dude’s chest literally begins to glow as he presses forward and the angular tip of his cock begins to breech me.

It takes my breath away.

But not from pain.

The stretch feels… incredible.

My eyes roll back in my head. Especially when he leans his hips forward so that the girth of his cock slides against my clitoris.

He’s too big!

It’s a desperate thought in my head even as shame washes me at the pleasure quaking down my spine at having this huge beast-man penetrate me.

What if I… just give in to the pleasure?

God, is that my voice or his somehow inside my head?

What exactly are his powers anyway? Beyond healing and somehow knowing how to drive a woman absolutely insane with his sexual prowess?

I look down our bodies between the valley of my breasts.

And then wish I hadn’t.

Because he’s impossibly large. His cock gets even wider as it goes down toward his groin. “It won’t fit,” I gasp through heaving breaths. I feel panicked. My hands scrabble against the sheets again. I’m not sure I can—

“I fuck you now,” was all he growled in response.

And his hips move inescapably forward, pushing in another impossible inch. And dear God, I don’t know exactly how, but my body receives him. There’s nowhere else to go against such a thick battering ram.

My body stretches.

He keeps pushing in.

I start to howl, a panicked, unsure noise.

When I look up at his face, his lion’s teeth are bared. He whips out his long tongue to lick his glistening bottom lip when he notices me looking.

“Submit,” he growls, and brings one of his clawed hands to my throat. He doesn’t hold me hard or even clench his hand.

But he could. It is so obvious who is the predator with the control here and who is the helpless subject getting fucked.

So why the hell does the grip of his hand around my vulnerable neck and the slightest scrape of his clawed thumb at my pulse point make another spurt of wetness help ease his passage as he pushes even deeper inside me?

“You engorge me,” he hisses through his teeth.

I look down. He’s not even halfway inside me. And he’s right. I have apparently engorged him—he’s even thicker around than when he first started.

“It won’t fit!” I cry, my breasts heaving.

One knee on the bed, spearing me with his huge cock, he gives me his terrifying smile again. “You will. You will love to engorge and fuck me. I will teach you how.”

I think I squeak at that because a part not so deep down inside me is quickly coming to think he might be right. Oh God, what the hell am I supposed to do with that? I’ve never felt anything like this; I never knew a body could feel anything like this—

And then his wings, which have so far have been still, or as still as they could, rush to life.

“I call for the angel-spark over this consort,” he roars.

And then his giant wings began to flutter as they curve in and around our bodies in such a way that— I have no idea what he’s doing since it’s not like he’s trying to fly. Until I realize that the very tippy tips of his silken black wings are fluttering—

“Oh God!” I scream as his wings flutter against my clit while he thrusts his log cock as far in as it can go, and then pulls it out again with such force that I slam against his chest.

The tips of his wings are still between us. Unnaturally and indecently fluttering against my sex like the most unusual vibrating sex toy anyone could ever imagine.

With his human arms he clutches my body to his. I reach for his horns, holding on for dear life as he rides me, fucking me so deep while his wings flutter-flutter, and it all makes me quake—



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