Claimed by the Cthulhu (Monstrous Meet Cutes #2)

by Wendi Guff

I’ll have three hundred and sixty-five days to find what I’m so desperately searching for, and once I have that peace of mind, I can finally start looking for my mate.

Unlike them, I sowed my wild oats long ago and want nothing more than to settle down. Unfortunately, the right woman eludes me.

To be fair, finding a mate isn't something that's crossed my mind until recently. My business consumes me, and I’ve never felt the urge to settle down.

Cthulhu reach maturity after nineteen solar rotations, and this will be my fourteenth spawning.

Suddenly, he pauses, glancing over his shoulder back at Callie and me. “Oh, and ladies? You were right.” My brow furrows. “About what?” “Monster cocks.”

Ahhhhh 😭

Callie’s and my gaze immediately jumps to his crotch, which sports an enormous bulge.

Lmaoooo

“That settles it. We’re going to Date Night tomorrow. Wear something skanky, cuz we need all that monster cock.”

Bimac are generally calm creatures, albeit elusive. They’re often added to touch tanks and are one of the few species of octopus that will let a human initiate contact. A streak of excitement courses through me. Is this what the bimac is doing?

When the little yellow tip continues to wave at me, I decide the little beastie wants to be friends. I reach out a hand, pausing only briefly before I pet the topside with one finger.

The bimac jolts, as if shocked, but relaxes under my touch. Emboldened, I stroke it with two fingers. Then three. Then four. And the next thing I know, the...

Even the tip is thicker than any bimac I’ve observed, as well as the suckers that start about midway down are larger and stronger than anything I’ve encountered with a bimac.

The scientific part of my mind catalogs the anomaly, concluding that this is most definitely not an octopus, and that appendage I was touching isn’t a tentacle. It’s a penis.

Lmaoooo noooo

They say curiosity killed that cat, but the saying is all wrong in my case. It should be curiosity stroked the cock, and not just any cock. A monster one.

“Exactly what it does—what if I wasn’t a good guy?” Her brows draw together. “Are you?”

“Usually…but the thoughts running through my head are anything but good right now.”

The female licks her lips as her pupils dilate and the scent of her arousal swells. “Wha...

Leaning down so that my barbels stroke the side of her soft face, I whisper, “Do...

“Mikrasa, I want to make you come.” My clarification has her squirming in my arms. “Oh, no, I’m…ok.” Little liar.

“You can run—but I’ll find you!” And when I do, I’m making you mine.

It feels forbidden—it feels divine.

“Mine,” he hisses into my pussy, and I gasp as my sex squeezes around him.

“Not a nightmare? Well, either you were having a seizure or the best—oh my God, did you just come?!” I blush, hiding my face in my hands. “Yes, I mean, no…maybe.”

“Bish, don't tell me you forgot we’re going speed dating tonight. We want some monster cock, remember?” No, thanks. I already found some.

Speed dating isn't all it's cracked up to be. The first two men I meet—a Jersey Devil and an Orc—are nice enough, but not the monster from my dreams.

I can't stop thinking about his chin tentacles, and while I'm definitely intrigued by his body parts, this man knew what a bimaculoides was. That's not common knowledge, leading me to theorize the mystery monster is a scientist himself.

The world around me freezes as my gaze clashes with a familiar yellow one.

It's him—the Cthulhu from my dreams and the mystery monster from last night. He found me after all.

While I could blame it on the impending spawning, I know it’s because of her—the tiny human female who haunts my thoughts.

Holding the lovely stranger in my arms with her delicate bones but sturdy frame as she melted into my body will live in my memory rent-free for the rest of my days. Along with how she stroked my cock and made me come.

After “dating” seven human women, I can almost empirically say that my attraction is only to the female I met last night.

The speed dating event is almost halfway over, and I’m about to give up when the most exquisite scent tickled my nostrils. Her.

I spy my human female with a Naga. I snarl at the sight, my barbels s...

“What do I do for a living?” She squints, her mouth puckering as if she's eaten something sour. “I live.”

She ate 😭

Technically, it's not time for our ‘date’, but I don't give a shit when the human male whose turn is next attempts to sit down. I grab him by the scruff of the neck and yank him back, knowing my yellow eyes are glowing. “Did you know that Cthulhu secrete a poison deadlier than dart frogs?”

The Naga left his number. The sight of it pisses me off. I don't want this tiny human calling anyone but me. I clear my throat, reaching out to snag the paper while demanding her attention.

“You!” My lips curl into a victorious grin, displaying my sharp teeth. “Me.” “What are you doing here?!” “The same thing you are.” Her face goes blank before surprise sweeps over her adorable features. “Looking for monster cock?”

A bark of laughter erupts past my lips as my female clamps a hand over her mouth while her tan skin turns an interesting shade of pink.

Cthulhu can change color, too, but only to signal combat or mating. In this case, I know my human’s flushed fa...

The only monster cock I want this female looking for is mine. “A date—I’m looking for a date—but if you’re searching for some monster cock…”

“Your name’s Chaos? That seems fitting considering that’s all you’ve spread in my life.”

“What’s your name?” “Marea.” “The tide, que perfecto.” “¿Hablas español?”

“You are a breath of fresh air, mikrasa.” “What does that mean?” “It’s Cthulhuian for ‘little one’.”

Chaos doesn't even so much as glance over. “Mine.”

“Aren't you at all a bit curious, my little scientist? If you leave with me, we can explore more from last night—we can conduct some experiments.”

He’s appealing to the nerd inside of me.

The Peryton next to Chaos harrumphs. “Are you two one of those couples that pretends that they don't know each other and then go meet up as ...

“It doesn’t matter when Marea and I met. All that matters is that I'm claiming her as mine.”

Chaos snarls, the sound a cross between thunder rumbling and a whoop, and I realize it's a growl of victory as he reclaims my hand, pushing aside the tables to pull me across to him.

The way he says ‘starving’ insinuates he might be hungry for more than just food…and why does my body perk up at the thought?

“And who is this Callie?” I swear I hear another hint of jealousy in his voice. “She's my best friend. We went to college together,