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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He presses his thumb at the pulse point of my throat, locking his bright, tiger-colored cat’s eyes at me.

“God cannot help you now. Gush over me, Consort,” he orders, “and I will gush for you.”

God help me, I do.

I come and come and come while the most enormous object I can imagine thrusts in and out of my pussy.

And then he roars, and I’m blinded by the light exploding from his chest. His wings flap faster, and I feel it inside me.

It’s liquid light.

It’s only milliseconds before the hottest pleasure I could never have imagined spikes through me from my tailbone up my spine and then reverberates back.

Oh God.

He has magical cum.

And.

I.

Can’t.

Stop.

Com-

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around-

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giant

shaft

split-

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me

open.

Chapter Ten

HANNAH

When I awaken, I’m alone.

And filthy with the remnants of…

I blush and shift in bed, only to find each of my limbs sore. I look around the medieval castle room, brief hope filling my chest when I see two heavy doors to the chamber.

I hop out of the huge bed as quickly as my aching limbs can manage and push one of the doors.

Thank God it’s a bathroom!

And while it’s no modern luxury suite or anything, the toilet is recognizably a toilet, and perfectly clean, as is the clawfoot tub. After I finish relieving myself, I twist the brass knobs, and clean water spurts out of the tub spigot, and after a few minutes, it even starts to run warm, then hot.

God bless modern plumbing. I genuinely had no idea what I’d run into.

I get in the tub while the water’s still running and do a first quick wash of myself to get most of the… well, excess off. It still glows a little as it swirls down the drain, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

Then I plug the tub and let the hot, steamy water fill all around me. And really take a chance to look at my surroundings.

As in the bedroom, it’s just cold stone walls in here, too. The only nods to modernity are the plumbing and a rug tossed carelessly on the floor.

But it’s freezing in here. I’m not sure whoever made this place heard of the word insulation, and my bathwater feels like it’s cooling down as fast as I pump hot water into it. I sink my body into the water that’s steaming as soon as it hits the cold air.

The warm water is magic on my achy muscles.

My brain seems to skip around the reason I’m so achy.

But now, like an object I’ve been trying to glance away from for too long, my mind’s eye locks straight on it—my muscles are so sore because I used them quite extensively having sex!

And not simple, safe sex like I had with Drew.

No, the monster and I had intense, all-consuming, mind-altering sex.

I came.

Maybe more than once. I’m not sure. Or maybe that was all wrapped up in one super-intense orgasm? How is a girl who’s never had one before to really know?

I wrap my arms around my body in the warm water and shiver. And then, as I try to absorb the hot water beyond my sore, cold muscles, I swear I hear a faint, distant scream.

I sit up straighter, water sloshing out the sides of the tub, my eyes wide. Is someone else here? I mean besides me and the—

But as I strain to hear if the sound repeats, there’s nothing. It’s just the wind and my imagination.

I sink back into the water, and as I warm up, my mind drifts back to the mind-altering sex. Dear God. It couldn’t have really been as good as my memory is trying to make it out.

But even just thinking of how it felt when he opened my legs and pushed in, and how my body stretched so impossibly wide around his huge—

I slip my hand down my hip and between my thighs.

“It is good to find my consort naked and ready for me.” The huge voice booms from the doorway.

I sputter and sit up in the water, which again exposes my finally heated, wet flesh to the cold air. Which has me dropping back down into the warm water again.

“Get out!” I shriek. “I’m not decent!”

But the monster just leans one huge forearm against the door jamb, his wings in their folded position behind him, blocking out most of the morning light.

I can’t decide if he’s more terrifying as a silhouette, like this, or in direct sunlight where I can see his lion’s face, black horns, mouth full of teeth, and occasionally glowing chest.

“Naked consort is very decent,” is all he says, and there is enough light to see his lion’s mouth creep up into a wide smile—something between a Cheshire cat’s smile and a predator who looks ready to devour me.

“Bath time’s over. Your training begins today.”

I feel my brows lower. “Training? What do you mean?”



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