Monsters Under Mistletoe

7. Olivia

Chapter 7

Olivia

I didn’t know what it was exactly, just that I had never been as attracted to a guy as much as I was to Kyavri. I was usually a little more cautious when dating, especially since the disastrous crush I’d had on Eli. May he rot in hell. Tonight, I was throwing all caution to the wind and going with what felt right. Which was everything with him, despite his monstrous appearance and the instant fear he seemed to inspire in everyone else.

That was a big turn-on, this idea that the big bad guy was totally into me and eager to please and protect. And then there was his massive cock. It was so hard right now that it had pushed past his loincloth and my mouth watered, staring at that dark blue length. Veiny, with ridges along the middle part that I knew were going to feel amazing if we managed to make it fit. No, we would. I wasn’t going to accept any other outcome.

I beckoned with my hand, and he rumbled another ferocious growl. It vibrated through my body and made my clit tingle; I wanted him to do that while he was inside of me. “If you are certain. But you will tell me when it’s too much,” he warned, and then he gave me exactly what I wanted. His hands turned a little rough as he yanked me closer; my butt was practically dangling over the edge of the bed when the head of his cock kissed my entrance.

He was blazing warm, and as he started pushing into my slick core, it burned and stretched. His body loomed over me, his muscles straining as he held me pinned. I knew without a shred of doubt that I could never get away. I couldn’t stop this if he didn’t want to stop, but in my heart, I knew I held all the power, not him, and that was a heady feeling.

His entry into me was slow but inexorable, pressure mounting as he stretched me; so much pressure. I felt a first flicker of doubt that this wouldn’t work, that I wasn’t prepared for that much cock, but then something changed. A flutter along my internal walls, a ripple that spread through my core and made me go soft and slick. Like I melted for him. “That’s it, my pretty little human,” Kyavri said, his azure eyes gleaming with pride and possession.

I didn’t know I liked to be praised like that, but a deep flush spread through my body. It tingled in my core and I knew that was something unique to him, his species; it felt good . He slid back, and his next thrust was rougher, deeper, and he followed it with a harsh growl that vibrated through me. “Ah, you feel so good, Olivia.”

I couldn’t answer, my senses on overload from the vibrations he’d generated. Like his cock had turned into a sex toy; it was better than I imagined it would feel. “Do that again,” I demanded, hands reaching for his hips to yank him closer. He hissed, warning flashing in his eyes, but his hips punched forward.

A scream ripped from me as he filled me with even more of his thick length. But he rippled inside of me, and now those thick ridges along the middle part stroked me too. “Ah, fuck. Look at how much you are taking. That’s half of me, my sweet.” His chest rumbled on the pet name and that vibrated his cock inside of me. An orgasm was inevitable with that much stimulation. I jerked in his grip and he set up a rhythm while my walls clutched at each drag of his cock, clenching tighter as my crest hit and spiraled.

“Yes, that’s it,” he groaned, and he effortlessly lifted me by my hips and angled me. He slid deeper, filling me even more. I was so full, stuffed to the brim, but he still had more to give and I wanted it all. My mind was hazy from the last peak, but he kept pushing into me. His cock rippled against me, inside of me, and his ridges stroked and rubbed. He felt amazing, and I felt soft and languid around him, I felt slick, and each push of his hips produced wet, lewd sounds.

“Just a little more,” he growled, and those vibrations radiated through me like a shock wave. I moaned, thrashing in his hold, and turned on by how easily he controlled me. The brush of his silky pelt against my thighs was the final straw. An orgasm broke over me that blacked out my vision, my head spinning.

“Ah! Olivia!” he shouted, and he punched forward one last time as my passage clutched and grabbed at his monstrous invasion; milking him as he blasted my insides with rope after rope of thick, hot seed. He collapsed over me, catching himself on an elbow at the last moment, his hips shuddering, his cock kicking and twitching inside of my tight clasp. One massive hand was still curled around my thigh, pinning my leg against his hip.

I thought I was completely wrung out, and beyond satisfied. I did not think I had any more to give him, but I was wrong. When I felt him ripple inside of me, wetness gushed out around his intrusion and coated my skin. Everywhere it touched, it tingled. He dipped the pad of his thumb between us and slicked that wetness along my clit and lightning exploded behind my eyelids.

“Kyavri! Stars! What are you doing to me?” The question had only just left my mouth when I felt something travel up his length. Another ripple, but thicker, firmer. And then I felt it again, and again, while he shuddered and groaned, his gigantic mouth splitting wide and baring all his razor-sharp teeth. A girl could have thought he was about to bite down and eat me like a reverse praying mantis or something equally creepy, but I felt calm, safe. Kyavri was my protector. He’d never hurt me.

The pressure against my belly was mounting though, and it was starting to edge toward the uncomfortable when he shifted. “Such a good fit, such a good mate,” he groaned, his arm trembling when he raised himself on it and started to withdraw. “You took my cock,” he added smugly, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction. “And you took my seed pods. Now let me take care of you, my sweet.”

I hadn’t properly registered the word mate; it didn’t dawn on me till later. My focus was on his thick length as he drew it from my core. My passage fluttered and trembled around him, and languid pleasure skated up my spine. Then I felt the seedpods he mentioned, a few round, firm beads that started to slide out as he withdrew. Seedpods, that was different.

With a gush of wetness, he pulled free. Followed by a growl as he gazed avidly at the sight of my passage, wide open from his intrusion and leaking from all our fluids. “So pretty,” he rumbled, and I felt that full body flush again, pleased with his praise. His fingers dipped, pressing into me, and I felt him push those pods back inside, his fingers warm but not nearly as much of an intrusion after his enormous cock. With his fingers still tucked inside of me, he laid down at my side and tucked me close with his free arm. “Go to sleep, my pretty mate. I will take care of you.”

Mate, he said it again. It reached my tired brain this time but I couldn’t focus long enough to decipher how it made me feel. With sparks of pleasure still rocking through my core. With my body feeling owned by that possessive hand and the warmth of his body surrounding me. Nothing could stop me from slipping into a deep, exhausted sleep.