Monsters Under Mistletoe

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

O h. My. God. He can kiss!

His lips are soft but firm as he slants his mouth over mine, quickly taking control. My eyes fall shut as he nips my bottom lip before delving into my mouth.

His hands slide around my waist, one slipping down to palm my bottom, while the fingers of his other hand spread across my upper back, pulling me closer.

My hands have somehow ended up around his neck, holding him to me. I gasp against his mouth as he lifts me into his arms. He chuckles as he carries me into the bathroom.

“Are we just kissing, my Holly?”he asks.

I melt a little at the way he calls me ‘his’.

“More please,” I say, not ashamed to beg if I have to.

“More… of what?” he asks and pulls back to look into my eyes. “I need to know exactly what you want from me.”

“Oh, um,” I’m not sure how to answer that and turn my head away, but he releases me to slide slowly down his body until my feet hit the floor. There’s barely room to turn in the tiny bathroom, but I don’t mind.

“Are you shy?”he asks, smiling.

I flush. “A little.”

“Can I kiss your cunt?”

I bark out a startled laugh, my eyebrows probably disappearing into my hairline. “What?”

“So, I can’t kiss your cunt?”

“Oh my god,” I say, fanning my face with my hand. This is just too much. He’s just too much.

“If you want me to do it, ask for it, Holly. I need to know.” He’s so adorably serious.

“Oh, fuck it. Yes, you can kiss my pussy. I won’t call it that other word, though.”

“Cunt?”

“Ugh. Yes.”

“Is it a bad word?”

“It’s just a word. You know what? Never mind. You can kiss me there. And anywhere you want.”

“What about my cocks?” There’s a line between his eyebrows and I’m so transfixed by his startling lilac eyes that I almost miss what he said.

“You want me to kiss your cock?”

“Only if you want to.” He shrugs. “It’s your cu—pussy I’m more interested in.”

This is a wild conversation.

“Hold on. Did you say cocks? Do you have more than one?”

He laughs, and it’s with his whole body, head thrown back and full of joy. I can’t help but smile.

“I must have misheard,” I say.

“No, you did not. I have two cocks.”

I think my eyes just popped out of my head. “What?”

“I have two cocks. You did not mishear. Misheard. You did not misunderstand.” He nods as if satisfied with his word choice and then undoes his pants and pushes them down in one movement, leaving him naked from the waist down.

Holy fucking shit.

He has two very nice-looking purple dicks. They’re stacked on top of each other, not side by side, and my mind jumps to all kinds of conclusions about which one goes where. If we’re face to face, then the bottom one could go … oh.

Oh!

“Holly?”

I jump and feel my face turn hot. Again. At this rate he’ll think I’m permanently sunburned.

“I’m sorry! I’m staring, aren’t I?” I look up at hisface to see he’s grinning. More like smirking.

“You can stare at me all you like,” he says and quickly yanks the rest of his clothes off.

It’s hard to get a good view in such a cramped space, but I try. I really do. He’s all rippling muscles of various shades of purple. Those spots that cover the sides of his head and neck flow over one shoulder and the top of his biceps. His nipples are pierced with silver bars, and I reach out to touch one before I can stop myself.

He groans and his eyes heat at my touch, and I grow bolder, tracing my fingers over his chest muscles and abdominals until I reach that tantalizing vee that points directly to the double package he’s sporting.

It’s obvious that he’s enjoying my touch, and I take a moment to pay close attention to his package. Packages.

How often does a girl have such a fine specimen of manhood at her mercy? For me it’s a solid case of never. Not even once. You bet I’m not passing this chance up to drink my fill. So to speak.

K’Laus’ top cock is slightly less thick than the bottom cock, which isn’t saying much because they’re both absolutely huge. I mean, the guy has to be close to seven feet tall, so they’re proportionate, but they’re enough to make a girl clench her legs and think twice, that’s for sure.

His top cock swells even more at my touch, bobbing away from his groin, and I giggle as I grip it and give an experimental tug, his hips thrusting his length into my fist. K’Laus grunts and his hands reach out to grab my hips.

“Enough,” he says, and I freeze, his voice is rough and slightly growly. “Clothes. Off.” He appears to be incapable of full sentences, and I press my lips together to stifle a giggle.

I needn’t have been worried about my effect on him.

He presses himself back against the wall to give me room as I undress. I lift the hem of my shirt and toss it on the floor, leaving me in my rather utilitarian sports bra and leggings. I wish I’d worn something a little sexier today, but by the way K’Laus’ chest is heaving with his breaths, I could have worn a sack and he’d be all over me.

The way he’s staring at me gives me shivers, then he reaches down to grip himself and shudders. He has to use both hands. There’s that much going on down there, and I am suddenly very nervous about what that means for my lady parts.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, practically growling. His purple eyes are intense as he stares at me like I’m the only woman in the universe.

I glance down to where his hands are doing slow, sexy things to his cocks and bite my lip. A drop of creamy white appears at the head of the topmost cock, and he uses one thick thumb to smear it over the crown in slow circles. I swear the crotch of my leggings has to be absolutely dripping with how wet I am.

Any nerves I had are now gone. How could this—how could K’Laus—be anything but the perfect Christmas present? I left Earth to go on an adventure. Well, if this isn’t an adventure, I don’t know what is.

I wriggle out of my sports bra and push down my leggings, and kick them into the corner. Finally, I’m standing naked in front of him. His hands have stopped moving and his eyes are roving over my body, his chest heaving with his breaths.

I’ll admit, it is kind of nice to have his undivided attention.

Much better than my last boyfriend on Earth, who wasn’t interested in anything but getting his dick wet. Turns out, he didn’t even care who he had sex with. Good riddance.

“K’Laus?” He looks like he’s just run a marathon, his skin flushed a dark purple around his neck and chest, and his breathing still fast. “Are you alright?”

He shakes his head, and his eyes meet mine.

“How can I be anything but destroyed by your beauty?”

Oh wow.

From anyone else, I would have laughed, but there’s something about him. I mean, he smells absolutely delicious. If I smell as good to him, I can get why he was sniffing my neck.

I take a step towards him, which, in this tiny bathroom, brings me close enough to rest my hands on his chest.

“Do you still want to kiss my pussy, big guy?” I slide my hand over the smooth skin of his chest, fascinated as he sucks in a shuddering breath.

“I am barely under control, my mate,” he says right before his lips drop to mine.

Despite being tall for a human woman, I’m considerably shorter than him, so he has to crouch over as I rise up on my toes. The prod of his rather large appendages into my stomach has me gasping, and he takes advantage to lick into my mouth.

It’s like he’s learning me. He pays attention to my moans, repeating the nibble or lick or suck that gave me pleasure. I’ve no idea how long we’re kissing when he pulls away. He smiles as I grumble at the retreat of his lips.

I’m not complaining for long though, as he drops to the floor of the stall on his knees, lifting one of my legs up and over his shoulder, baring me to his gaze.

I’m momentarily shy, covering myself with my hands, but he pulls them away and buries his head between my legs, one hand wrapping around my uplifted thigh to clutch at my backside, the other splayed across my lower belly.

He looks up at me with those lilac eyes, and I swear they flash a darker purple before he blinks and lowers his head to explore my folds. He nibbles and licks, and finds my clit in about two seconds flat.

I make a very unsexy noise, which only has K’Laus gripping me tighter and gently flicking his thick tongue over my most sensitive spots.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and the one leg I’m standing on wobbles. He doesn’t let me fall, just grips me tighter and continues, the fingersaround my thigh dropping to my ass and circling my back entry.

Something slides around my leg, holding me open and I realize it’s K’Laus’ tail. I’d never called myself a prude, but I hadn’t even considered the thought of tail play.

But now that I have … visions of all the filthy things he could do to me with that tail flash through my mind and I gasp as pleasure shoots through me.

“Don’t stop!” I cry as he slides a thick finger insidemy pussy and curls it just so.

“Your cunt is delicious,” he groans, pulling away only briefly before doubling his attentions.

I mumble incoherently as my vision tunnels to what K’Laus is doing to me. My world is his fingers. His tongue. His tail. The frankly erotic sounds he’s making as he groans in pleasure as he licks me closer and closer to climax.

I watch as he focuses all his attention on me. He hasn’t once asked about himself or even hinted that he wants something in return.

It’s all about me.

I throw my head back and come with a cry, waves of pleasure pulsing through me.

I slap my hands back against the walls of the shower as I let out a gasp, accidentally hitting the control panel. A flood of freezing cold water and liquid soap shoots from the ceiling and I squeal in shock.

K’Laus tries to stand but slips on the soapy floor, his tail getting caught around my legs and pulling me with him. We land in a tangle of legs on the hard floor, my breath knocked from me.

“Holly? Are you hurt?” He’s frantic with worry, but I’m gasping to get my breath back and can’t speak. He turns the water and soap off and swings me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. “What have I done? Oh, my mate. I only just found you. Don’t be hurt.”

He’s holding me bridal style and his beautiful eyes are filled with worry as he stares down at me. His tail snakes around to curl around one ankle as if he has to be touching me with every part of him.

My heart melts just a touch.

I suck in a breath.

“I’m ok, K’Laus. Don’t worry,” I smile as he crushes me to his chest in relief. “But can I ask you something?”

He releases me enough to stare into my eyes. “Anything, my heart. Anything.”

I smile. He might be a little dramatic, but he’s utterly adorable and I don’t hate it. I have one question that’s been bugging me though.

“Why did you call me your mate?”