His fingers flex against my throat as he leans in closer. His horn brushes against my temple, grazing my skin. “Tell me what I will get if I protect you from the others.”
“Me. You can…” I don’t know how to say it. It’s not making love, or even hooking up. My heartbeat quickens and my panties dampen for reasons besides the puddle I’m sitting in. “Fuck me.”
My voice is little more than a squeak. I’ve only had two boyfriends. I don’t know why I’m suggesting this now. This isn’t like me, but then I don’t belong in Under either and I’m determined to leave. I have to keep that goal in mind.
And I need him.
He draws in a deep breath. “I smell fear.”
I nod my head a little, unable to lie to him, and struggle to keep my breathing even. He’s right. I am afraid. I’m in Under and I’m making a deal with the first monster I met. But if another had pulled me out of the puddle, I may not have lived long enough to make a deal.
I’m lucky that he is at least considering my offer. That he appears to find my offer tempting. That I find him tempting.
His tongue flicks over the side of my face. “I like it.”
He draws back enough that I can see his eyes and if I focus on them, I imagine I can see the man trapped inside the monstrous body.
“I accept your offer.” He flips me onto my knees, and I realize he expects me to make good on my end of the deal immediately.
I’d expected to have a bit a time and a bit of privacy. Anyone, anything, could watch or attack. I twist around to look at him and almost wish I hadn’t. I’m transfixed as he pulls his dick out of his loincloth and gives it a stroke. His clawed fist barely closes around the width. The head is dark and bulbous, and I’m sure it’s too big to fit.
“Now? Here?” I can hear the quiver in my voice, and I don’t like it. I want to be brave and confident, and less like prey.
“Do you want me to start protecting you now and here?”
Well, yes, of course.
He gives his dick another stroke and pre-cum beads out of the slit. He takes his time as though he likes that I’m watching.
“It’s just that it might be dangerous out here.” He must live somewhere, right? Monsters don’t sleep in the dirt, do they?
“It’s dangerous everywhere, Prey.”
He hikes up my skirt and his claws brush over my upper thigh, then inner thigh. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do next. The uncertainty is arousing. I don’t want to admit that my nipples are aching hard peaks because that would mean admitting that something about this is turning me on.
His claws scrape my skin then my tights rip along with my panties, exposing me to him. My cheeks heat and I stare at the muddy ground beneath my hands. It oozes between my fingers.
I’m doing this for protection, I remind myself.
Yeah…then why does my belly ache like I’m eager to feel his dick inside me?
But it’s not his dick that I feel pressing against me. He rubs the pad of a finger over my clit, the claw rakes through the hair on my mound, and he growls. Then his tongue is spearing into my pussy, and he eats me, after all.
I gasp and rock forward. He grips my pussy, his claws in potentially all the wrong places as he feasts, delving deep and driving me to the edge of climax far quicker than either of my boyfriends. Before I can fall over the edge of pleasure, he draws back.
I’m panting hard and rocking my hips, desperate for more. It’s embarrassing. This is wrong. He’s not even human, not on the outside, anyway.
He rubs his knuckle over my aching, slick pussy. “That’s it, Prey. You will do as I say if you want to live.”
“Yes.” I want to live. I need to escape.
“Anything,” he repeats.
I nod my agreement.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I will do anything you ask.” What could be worse than being fucked out in the open by a monster I’ve just met? That thought alone is enough to make my pussy clench as though my body wants nothing more than to find out.