Heavy Petting

4. Vanya

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VANYA

H is heart makes a steady sort of purring sound, and it’s so comforting, I can’t help but press closer as he carries me outside. I nestle against his soft skin, which is really more like a fine, close-cut pelt, and marvel at the size and feel of him. He’s incredibly muscular, and his velvet-like hide is so luxurious and warm, I want to drag myself along him, despite how indecent that would be. I’m disheveled and naked, and he is so pristine .

It’s noisy in the street, and I huddle against the kind monster hero who saved me from that awful cage. He hums softly and pats my bottom before stepping into the back of a large, driver-less carriage with very grand, plush seating inside. I’ve never seen a carriage like it, but it’s one of the grandest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

He doesn’t put me on the seats, and I don’t blame him. I would probably ruin them with my obvious low-born filth. But he surprises me by sitting me on his lap, facing forward, where I can see buildings burning out the window. I lean forward in surprise. Is everything gone?

I hear children laughing down the street, and when they run into view, the monster behind them is not chasing after them to attack; he simply tags one of the boys and runs back the other way. They are playing . It’s a strange sight, because I can tell from the children’s clothing and the shackle-marks around their ankles, that they are servants and not permitted to play. I watch them skip and dance in the streets with no recourse. They were servants, but now they’re free.

Have these good monsters come to save us all?

My monster drapes a heavy cloak around my shoulders like a blanket, and I pull it around myself as I shiver. It smells of him, and I like it. A lot .

I also like the way he feels beneath me. Sturdy, and mounded in the place that rubs between my thighs in an interesting way once the carriage starts moving. I spread my legs a little wider, to make room for the bulge in his trousers, and quickly find myself filled with a new sort of pleasure. The cobbled streets are bumpy, and the thick, meaty rod I’m seated on is making me want to move. I rock back and forth along it, and my monster utters a strained moan.

I peek over my shoulder at the handsome beast. He looks up from the large, mud-covered, book he’s been trying to read and smiles enough for me to see his teeth. I stare at his pointed canines. They look made for piercing skin. Will he bite me?

The thought makes me rub myself on his lap even faster. I look up to meet his gaze and could melt in the honeyed warmth of his kind eyes.

Eager to face him properly, I try to turn around, but his big hands grip my hips, making me feel small. I’m made to stay where I am, only the angle has changed. He guides me forward, until I’m perched at the tip of the bulge, and it strains at me, as if it has a mind of its own and wants to push itself inside me.

He uses gentle fingers to stroke the inside of my thigh and then strum the sensitive part I was grinding on him before, and it’s like lightning strikes through me. I whimper and shuffle my bottom, so I can make it happen again.

He chuckles softly and doesn’t disappoint. He rubs at the perfect spot, while the bumpy cobbles make the bulge nudge at me. I’m getting hot and twitchy all over, and a need is building inside me — a promise that I want to reach for any way I can.

My heart is pounding, and I can’t get enough air. Is my monster feeling something similar? He starts stomping his big foot at the floor of the carriage, and he thrusts at me with the fat thing between my legs in such a way that my body explodes with pleasure.

I cling to his knees, seeing stars, while he pushes at me.

Uncontrollable waves of wonder squirt out of me, to soak his trousers. How did I do that? Nothing makes sense, and I roll into one spasm after another. They grip my core in fists of joy, as my monster bucks beneath me.

I hold on tight, while he thrusts like he could break right through me, and then he groans, stills, and kicks his leg in a sharp twitch. He folds over me, wrapping me into his arms as the carriage fills with the most intoxicating, edible scent.

I inhale deeply, and another wave of pleasure spreads through me. It brings my body to life in ways I never knew about, and I convulse with the strength of the incredible sensations he caused inside me.

He murmurs unintelligible words, holds me close, and slumps back in his seat, breathing as hard as I am. His heart slowly returns to a steady beat, and he turns me sideways and rocks me, while the carriage rolls on as if the whole world hasn’t changed forever.

I reach up to stroke his square jaw with utter reverence at what he made me feel — at the delight still fluttering within me. “What is your name, hero?”

His dark eyebrows twitch and pull down at the center. He sweeps my hair back from my face and says something I don’t understand.

I frown too and shake my head.

I place my hand on my chest. “ Vanya ,” I say, before pressing my hand to his chest and asking for his name again.

He utters a sound I doubt I can imitate, but I try to roll my tongue and coax a similar rumble from my throat. “Mmmarrr-zzoooaarrr?”

His chuckle bounces me up and down, and he presses one of his fingers to my lips. It smells of the place between my legs, and I wrinkle my nose as I lean away from it.

His brow furrows, and he takes his fingers to his nose. He flares his nostrils, and the bulge that was deflating into softness beneath me, begins to swell once more. It strains against my buttocks and notches into the groove between my legs.

My handsome monster thrusts my legs apart and strokes me where he made me feel so good. His touch slides against my bareness with ease, and I soak his fingers with my strange slickness.

He holds up his hand.

We both stare at his glistening claws, fingers, and knuckles, and then he does the unthinkable. He sucks them clean .