Monster Sex

A little part of her recognized the sensation of her orgasm, and the unique wetness of her fluids overflowing the monster’s tongue. A larger part of her stared in shock at the shadow monster between her thighs, and how after a few seconds, it began to fuck her with its tongue again.

“W-Wait! Please, I ... I can’t ... you ... you can’t ... Please, this isn’t ... I...” Trying to talk was a mistake. She ran out of breath again, and soon her whimpers became nothing more than weak pants as she tried to keep from passing out. It wasn’t done with her.

The monster was at least kind enough to give her now hypersensitive clit a break, no longer burying it with massaging tongue, but it gave her insides no such quarter. It probed against her depths, harder now, content to push against her deepest places and stretch her inward, even as the tongue forced rolling motions up against her g-spot again, and again, and again.

The next orgasm didn’t take nearly as long to build, and it hit her harder. For