Claimed by the Cthulhu (Monstrous Meet Cutes #2)

by Wendi Guff

“Let’s get going.” My shoulders sag, and Chaos smirks. “Don't worry. I promise I'll eat you up later.” My pussy spasms as I plop down into the passenger seat and strap in. Taking deep breaths, I try to calm my heart rate.

I stroke them softly until Chaos groans. I look up to see his eyes scrunched shut, wondering if I hurt him, until I glance down and catch the bulge in his pants. Biting my lip, I raise an eyebrow. “Do you like this?”

I scowl, pushing him back. “You're such a clam jam!” He guffaws at this, clutching his side. “Mikrasa, we have plenty of time to explore—and I promise we will—but for now, let me show you the second most important thing in my world.”

This makes me pause. “What’s the most important thing?” “You.”

I expected him to tell me that the cure he’s working on was priority number one. Not me—and I’m not sure how I feel...

Part of me hopes that whenever she looks at it, she thinks of me. Wants me. Needs me. Fuck, I

“Should I ask you to be my mate right now, then?” “Probably.”

My barbels close the distance, pulling us together, and my mouth crashes over hers without thought.

I lied. Within five minutes, the whole situation devolves into my namesake—utter chaos. Marea’s legs wrap around my waist, and the once orderly lab reports now lay strewn across the floor while we paw at one another like savages.

At the top, is a bright yellow bow, and I lean down to kiss it, adoring the fact that Marea unconsciously gift-wrapped her pussy for me.

Marea swallows. “Oh…shit.” “Just remember—you’re the one who wanted more.” This time, when I dip back into her pussy, I don’t let up, a relentless attack of stimulation that is sure to make her come all over me.

Making Marea scream with ecstasy is currently my number one task.

The man can grow suckers anywhere.

“Your trust is precious to me. I will guard it with my life.”

“Easy, mikrasa. That’s it, relax. Good girl,” Chaos croons, and my pussy spasms.

Yes, I’m your good girl.

my Cthulhu

“It’s ok, mikrasa, you don’t have to tell me. I shouldn’t have pushed.” “No, you’re right. I promised, and this isn’t going to work if we don’t trust one another.”

“Well, I’m your family now.”

He hangs up, and I scroll through my phone with a smug grin because I filmed myself last night—every second of it—with the intention of teasing Chaos. I was embarrassed at first, but then I thought of how he would react to seeing me use his gift, and I just went with it.

“Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” An evil grin curls my lips as I hit send. Payback’s a bitch.

Settling on top of the charcoal gray comforter, I finally swipe my screen to reveal Marea’s message. One glance at the thumbnail tells me I definitely underestimated what the diabolical woman could dish out.

Although I miss my kotilo, it’s probably best that the thing is taped up in a box in my office—watching Marea’s video might send my cock into a perpetual state of hardness.

Correction—suctioned to her hand. The little temptress bought a Cthulhu cock! I didn’t even know they made toy kotilos, but it’s amazingly detailed and life-like, a near-perfect replica of my own.

She stops just above her pussy, and I swear the yellow tip of the toy moves. Is it robotic?! Where the hell did she buy it?

Panting, I pull my phone closer to my face, wishing I could zoom in past the dark curls of her sex, so I could see her pussy better.

Her legs open and close, squeezing the toy rhythmically while she finds her pacing. Then she must press some button I can’t see because the cock begins to undulate like a wave.

I swipe a hand down my face. Maybe I do want my kotilo for this.

Faster and faster, Marea moves, angling the toy so that the bright tip kisses her clit with every sweep. She’s close, and I swear the suction cup knots of the kotilo throb in anticipation. Squinting, I stare harder when the yellow flares open and an orange feeler unfurls.

My hearts race. Seems rather advanc...

Her entire body bows, a silent scream stretching her lips as Marea convulses, coming with an intensity that has her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

My own body gives a jerk at the sight, and a hoarse groan echoes in the empty room around me. No toy could be this advanced…could it?

I’m distracted when Marea continues to cry out, the bite of my venom prolonging her orgasm so much so that fluid gushes from her pussy, soaking...

Something is wrong about everything I’m seeing, the scientific part of my brain urging me to get up and make a phone call.

Even without my kotilo, my body vibrates with lust. It’s dulled, for sure, but there just the same.

The intensity of her orgasm must have exhausted her, but when she tries to remove the toy from her hand, it doesn’t budge.

Instead of getting frustrated, Marea chuckles, stroking the multicolored cock so lovingly that I twitch with jealousy.

The hard length is rigid in her palm before it bursts to life, flailing in every which direction, jerking...

Before I can blink, Marea plunges the toy into her pussy with a wet squelch that I feel in my bones. She fucks herself with abandon, her hips pumping in time to meet her hand while she whimpers and pants, and in seconds, another orgasm crashes over her.

“P-please. It’s too much, I can’t—.” Her words snap through my lust-filled haze. Why is she begging herself to stop? But her hand only drives the cock into her cunt faster, and she comes again.

A litany of ‘ay Dios’ and ‘yesses’ spill from her lips, and I know despite the fatigue she’s feeling, my little mate is going to come again. Marea screams my name this time.

This time when she collapses back on the bed, the toy unsuctions from her hand, but remains lodged deep within her pussy.

When the kotilo wiggles free of her pussy of its own accord and a stream of purple cum spills out, I lurch to my feet. I knew something was amiss, but couldn’t pull myself away from watching the perfection of Marea touching herself.

There, on my desk, is the snow globe I bought for Marea, and the red box housing my kotilo is gone.

Somehow, Marea must’ve thought the box was her gift, and like an idiot, I never checked on my wayward kotilo.

Ignoring every speed limit sign, I race to my friends’ house, worry for Marea churning in my stomach.

Cthulhu are only fertile once a year. And while the women only release their eggs on the night of the spawning, the week leading up to it, male sperm is virile.

Our cum becomes a deeper purple, indicating it’s ready to inseminate a female. It’s the one time a year Cthulhu males with non-Cthulhuian...

The violet shade of my seed that trickled out of Marea’s pussy tells me that my cum has nearly reached its fertile peak, and depending on where Marea is in ...

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