Monster Pucked (Pucking Monsters #2)

5. Marco

CHAPTER 5

MARCO

I couldn’t resist my instincts anymore.

I couldn’t resist him .

The air crackled with tension as I turned him around and pushed him against the counter. Our mugs of wine rattled from the force of it, two monsters tumbling together in desperation. The softest growl left him as I dragged his mouth against mine, our lips devouring hungrily. His tusks rubbed against me as I smoothed my hands up his chest.

“What are these?”

Delight rolled through me as my fingertips brushed over two metallic rings through his nipples. I broke our kiss, licking my lips as I grabbed hold of his shirt collar.

“I went through a rebellious stage,” he huffed.

“Wonderful. I’ll buy you another plaid shirt, darling.”

His eyes widened. Riiip. I tore the shirt open, buttons popping off and clattering to the wood floors. My cock raged as I drank in his muscled pecs. Soft and pliant and biteable, his nipples hard with a small silver ring through each one.

“Oh, Ehrokk,” I sighed happily.

He whimpered. “Does this… Do I please you, Daddy?”

“More than you know, darling.”

I leaned forward, casting my gaze up to his as I eased the tip of my tongue over his nipple. His expression melted in pleasure, his head falling back as he gasped, his hips bucking mindlessly.

He started to reach for his belt, but I growled, shoving his hands away.

“Mine,” I snarled. “Put your hands up.”

Ehrokk moaned, but obeyed. He obeyed me so well. I watched as he lifted his hands over his head, his eyes fluttering as his cock strained against his zipper.

“Poor thing,” I murmured.

I ran my hands down his chest to his belly, grazing my nails over his skin and leaving marks. He released a shuddering breath, his hips humping the air again.

“Daddy,” he whimpered. “I’m so hard.”

“I can see that.”

And I was going to leave him that way. At least for a while longer. I cupped his cock through the fabric of his jeans, just enough to draw out a desperate groan, and then caught one of his nipple rings between my teeth. I gave it a tug, enjoying his yelp, the way his heart hammered faster, his scent of arousal flooding the room.

“Please,” he rasped.

“Please, what ?”

“Please, I’m so hard. I’m so…”

“Hands up,” I growled, noticing they’d started to go for his cock again. I grabbed him through his jeans again, eliciting a cry. “This is mine. Mine to tease, mine to make come. Do you understand, darling? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes,” he rasped.

“Yes, what ?” I snarled.

“ Yes, Daddy. ”

I wondered if I was pushing too hard, but he didn’t use the words we’d established to slow down. I gave him another squeeze, but he didn’t stop me.

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “I’m yours, Daddy. My cock belongs to you. I belong to you.”

“Good boy,” I praised.

I dragged my tongue up the center of his chest, closing my mouth over his hard nipple. I sucked, rolling it between my lips and milking his helpless moans.

I couldn’t leave the other one untouched. I kissed across his broad chest and sucked on his left nipple, using the pad of my thumb to continue stimulating the other. My cock was so hard for him, desperate to be pumping in and out of his ass, but not yet.

Restraint. I would restrain myself until we were both tittering on the absolute edge.

“ Daddy .”

I loved the way he said that word. He kept his hands up obediently as I continued to move back and forth, sucking his nipples until they were red and swollen.

My fangs ached as much as my cock did.

“You can bite me.”

I drew back for a moment, looking up at him. Blush had crept over his cheeks. His breaths were rapid, his arms still up for me.

“Are you certain?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “We agreed, remember?”

We had. But I still wanted him to be absolutely certain.

I wasn’t entirely certain if I bit him, I’d ever be able to let him go. The memory of our mistletoe kiss still haunted me—the hunger I felt around him was completely unmatched.

“I’m sure,” he said again.

My fangs lengthened, the sharpened tips starved for him. But if I were to taste him for the first time, it was going to be special for us both.

“Continue teasing your nipples with your hands,” I said.

He sighed in relief as he lowered his hands down to his chest. I slowly sank to my knees in front of him, but it was not an act done in submission.

No, there was nothing submissive about what I was about to do to him.

I popped the button of his jeans and chuckled at his sigh of relief as I tugged them down. What was underneath completely shocked me.

“My, my,” I murmured, admiring the black lace thong. His cock strained against the dainty fabric. “Did you do this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he huffed.

“Good boy.” Fucking hell. He was truly made just for me. “You’re so pretty. Fuckable. Sexy.”

His breaths thickened with moans and whines. My restraint was already slipping. I eased the lace down his thick thighs, admiring every part of him as his cock sprang free. Pre-cum dripped from the evergreen tip, his shaft long and thick, rooted into a knot that was swollen. His balls were heavy, his musky scent making my mouth water.

I leaned forward, dragging the tip of my tongue from head to base. He shivered, his whimpers pleasing me. My poor, sex-hungry little orc.

I wrapped my hands around the base right above his knot, impressed by his size. I’d been with many a monster, but never an orc, and I looked forward to fitting his massive cock into a cage and making him beg for me to fuck him.

“Hold still,” I murmured.

He froze as I lifted his cock, grazing my teeth along the underside. Gods, if I were a human, I’d be terrified of breaking my jaw on his cock. But I wasn’t. I was a vampire, and I knew I could take him.

I knew he could take what I was about to do to him.

Mine, mine, mine. It was a selfish and lustful thought, but it rang through my mind like a chant as I took his cock into my mouth, taking him down my throat as best as I could. He cried out, his voice muffled by the pounding of his heart.

I could feel his heartbeat in his cock.

Could hear the rush of blood in the engorged veins.

Could taste how fucking close it was to the surface.

How it sang for me .

I pulled my head back and then took him deeper.

“Daddy,” he gasped. “This feels so?—”

I sank my fangs into his cock. His words twisted into a sudden cry, his hips bucking as the taste of his blood flooded my mouth, along with?—

Holy fuck.

Hot cum gushed down my throat in spurts. He tasted like the finest New Year’s Eve Champagne, freshly uncorked and delicious .

I couldn’t believe Ehrokk had come from me biting his cock. I sucked harder, his champagne cum mixing with his blood as I swallowed eagerly, groaning around his thick shaft, savoring the taste of him. I’d tasted many, many delicious things in my lifetime but nothing could compare to this sexy cocktail.

He’d gone so very still, his ragged breaths mixing with more whimpers and whines. I gently squeezed his knot, his cock still hard in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “Fuck. I’m so sensitive, this is—This is unlike anything — fuck .”

I continued to squeeze and milk his cock, blood sucked straight from the source. I drew back, licking my lips and catching any stray drips.

The fang marks were already healing, leaving two silvery puncture marks.

“You taste like champagne,” I said, licking my lips. “Extraordinary.”

“Some orcs have flavored cum, and I am one of them,” he huffed. “Sorry, I should have warned you?—”

“It was the perfect surprise. Follow me.” Ehrokk nodded as I got to my feet and my hand still held onto his cock.

He squeaked as I gave him a tug, leading him by his cock to my bedroom. We went through the doors, my bedroom spreading before us. He sucked in a breath as he looked at the art, his eyes widening.

At the center, there was a massive king sized bed. Large enough for us both.

Lots of room to roll around on too, which was why I had it in the first place.

The walls were decorated with some of my favorite paintings, all of them far more erotic than anywhere else in the rest of the house. I pointed to my bed.

“Sit,” I said.

I released his cock, watching in satisfaction as he went to the foot of my bed and sat down. I went to the light switch and dimmed it so we were bathed in a soft amber glow. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table.

We had an hour until midnight.

I wanted to make every minute count.

“I want you to keep stroking yourself, but you aren’t allowed to come,” I said sternly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My tongue darted out, licking my lips and tasting just a hint of his blood and cum. I darted to my closet doors and pulled them open, exposing a rack of clothes. Behind the shirts and jackets was another door.

I opened and stepped inside the small room.

As I looked around the room, the conversation we’d had earlier replayed in my mind. The walls were lined with pegboards, each holding a variety of instruments on its hooks. Floggers, whips, collars, and more. I went to a dresser and yanked the top drawer out, looking over my collection of cock cages.

All of them were sanitized, of course. Stainless steel that could be sterilized. Already, I was thinking about buying one for Ehrokk with my name engraved into it.

I was one possessive fucker. At least, he made me feel that way. I couldn’t say I’d ever felt like this with anyone else before.

I still couldn’t believe his cum tasted like champagne. I’d never be able to get enough of it.

There was just something about him that felt right. Even with the blunders of our date this evening, I knew in my gut that he was right for me.

We could make this work.

I hoped we could make this work.

I picked out the largest cock cage I owned. It would still be a tight fit. I then picked out a collar, a butt plug, and a thick wooden paddle.

My cock throbbed as I returned to the bedroom. Ehrokk’s head was tipped back in pleasure. His cock jerked as he stroked his hand up and down, knot pulsing. He was so close to coming again, right on the edge.

“I’ve returned,” I said.

His eyes flew open, widening when he saw what I held. I took them to the bed and laid them down, stepping in front of him.

I tipped his chin up. There was so much trust in his eyes that for a moment, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I was honored that he was here with me, doing these things together. The bond between us was already growing so quickly, it was a whirlwind, one that had swept me up completely.

“Darling,” I murmured. “How are you feeling?”

“Really good.” His voice was deep, gravelly, full of need.

“Good. Get on your knees for Daddy.”

I took a step back and watched as he slid off the bed and sank to the floor, looking up at me like I was a god.

He was mine to fuck, mine to care for.

I lifted the hem of my turtleneck and pulled it overhead, tossing it to the floor. He swallowed hard as I grabbed my belt buckle and slowly undid it, unbuttoning my pants next. I tossed all my clothes to the floor, aside from the briefs I wore, which hugged the outline of my hard cock.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You are so sexy. I’ve never seen anyone hotter in my entire life. I can’t believe you want me.”

“Of course I want you, baby.” I stepped closer and grabbed a fistful of his mullet, pulling his face to my bulge. “Breathe in Daddy’s scent.”

He didn’t just breathe, he gulped my scent in. He sucked in air like it was the only way he could live, his eyes rolling back.

“Good boy.”

Ehrokk whimpered, huffing my scent deeper.

“Suck my cock,” I commanded harshly.

“Yes, Daddy,” he said eagerly.

He pulled my briefs down, my cock coming free. His eyes widened as he took me in, licking his lips.

“Oh,” he said. “You’re so big.”

“Not orc-sized,” I chuckled. “But I still think you’ll be screaming my name when I breed you with it.”

“I want to be bred so badly, Daddy,” he whispered.

“I know, darling. Soon.”

It was a promise I fully intended to keep. I’d give him every drop of my cum at midnight. We’d start the new year with him fully bred by me.

He cupped my cock with care, stroking me gently before closing his sweet lips around the head. A heavy groan left me as pleasure flooded my body, my hips thrusting and feeding him more until his tusks kissed my pelvis.

He moaned and took me deeper. I gripped his hair, my movements turning rougher. I needed to fuck his throat, and he knew exactly what his Daddy needed. He relaxed, his gaze meeting mine as I started to pump in and out of his hot, eager mouth.

“Good boy,” I whispered. “You’re taking me so well.”

His eyes begged me to use him. I thrust harder. I’d been fighting my urge to come all night, and this would be the first of many times. I’d brand his tongue with my taste and his ass with my cock.

“Get ready to swallow every drop.”