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The type of man who does it because he’s addicted to the taste of my pussy and loves making me cum.
“Mmmmm,” the monster hums. “What is that?” I slip my fingers beneath the appendage to dislodge its grip, but it tightens. It looks like he wants an answer to his question. “What’s what?” I turn to the figure in my bed. “This weapon of yours is coated in something delicious.”
“I use it for sex,” I whisper. The monster makes a disgruntled rumble and tosses the toy to the other end of the room. “You will cease the use of these items.”
“From this moment, you will obtain sexual gratification from nobody but me. Is that understood?”
“And why is the other tentacle still stroking my thigh?” “Because I’m waiting for permission.” “For what?” “To stick it in your anus.”
The handsome face turns cold, and his lips curve into a grin as sharp as it is wicked. “Light erodes our compassion. Now, I have no reservations about taking what I want from my mate.”
The silence between us continues for a few more heartbeats until he finally asks, “Am I so monstrous?”
“Why does it bother you so much?” “Our kind are shaped as we are for survival,” he says in a voice that fills the room. “It pains me to think that you might find any part of me revolting.”
“I can make it feel extremely good,” he says in a slow drawl I feel in my nipples. “This is a way to stimulate the most pleasurable female ejaculation.”
“That’s it, my mate,” he says, his voice as breathy as mine. “You are so close to climaxing, so close to squirting into my waiting tentacle.”
