Page 56 of Monster. Me.

My tongue swirls around his hole in gentle, sinuous motions, varying the pressure, gradually sliding into the hot depth.

I catch a very faint, sweet cherry taste to his slick. I hear it's rare for alphas to produce it, but Marlow clearly does. Maybe it's because of the therapies they undergo here?

I persistently massage his ring, which begins to swell and open slightly right before my eyes. It’s amazing how well I can feel him the whole time; his pleasure seems almost like my own. And so I build his bliss like a rising tide in the ocean, piling it higher and higher.

Marlow moans louder, shamelessly, his fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Please, yes, please," he whispers in a guttural voice.

I speed up my movements. My tongue slides, presses, pulses. Marlow’s hips lift slightly, almost pushing himself into my lips, nudging against me.

So I drive my tongue deep, and it's quite long; after all, I am a monster.

Marlow's moans grow louder, hot and frantic, his body jerking, his thighs tensing and straining.

"Please, please," he gasps… and I start to intensely tonguefuck him with fast, drilling motions. My tongue can serve almost as a medium-sized dick if I form it like this, so this works quite well.

His body arches into a taut bow, and then…

…I feel an echo of the shockwave in my own body.

Marlow is coming. A long, thick stream of cum shoots into the air in one, two, three… six massive spurts. Wow. I definitely wasn't expecting that much!

I feel a rush of joy, almost a sense of gratitude, that this beautiful man allowed me, a crude beast, to give him this moment of pleasure.

This is the point our eyes are finally about to meet, and a knot of tension grows inside me. I'm somewhat afraid of what I might find in his gaze.

I watch him take a deep breath. His chest rises and falls. From where I'm lying, I can only see him from below, his face turned toward the ceiling, his eyes fixed on the thin LED strips casting a warm golden glow.

Slowly, I rest my head on the inside of his thigh, still spread off to the side, my cheek pressed against his skin as I wait for Marlow's reaction.

At last, he slides a hand beneath his head and lifts it, angling his face toward me.

His cheeks are still flushed, rosy, his lips red, damp, and plump. He looks like sin made flesh. Finally, from beneath those long lashes, his crystal-clear minty eyes focus on me.

Silence stretches between us for a moment.

Then I quietly say, "Thank you… for letting me do this."

He's still breathing hard. His lips part as if he wants to answer, but I can see him hesitate, so I speak first.

"Would you… lie with me for a while? Just so I can hold you. I've never hugged anyone before. I want to know what it feels like."

Marlow blinks, clearly caught off guard, as though my words are almost impossible to believe. Then understanding flickers across his face. I guess it shouldn't be surprising that no one ever hugged the monster of Calsing.

"Of course," he whispers.

He lowers his legs, and I slide fully onto the bed. Moving closer, I ease in beside him and timidly wrap an arm around his waist, gently drawing him against me.

His dark-haired head comes to rest on my chest.

The scent of his cherry shampoo nearly makes me dizzy. With one hand, I softly stroke his back, slow and gentle, in soothing motions, my fingers eventually threading into his silky hair, and Marlow lets out a soft breath.

And then… he starts to purr! He can do it in his human form in a perfect way, and dear Fate… this feels incredible, putting me into an almost sweet, trance-like state where I drift into a calm, serene place and forget about the fucked-up world.

It’s as if something inside me is melting, finally coming undone. Holding this beautiful man in my arms, listening to his relaxing purr, is the best feeling I’ve had in years, maybe since I had to run away from my parents’ house surrounded by cherry orchards.

To my amazement, even the other side of me has gone quiet. Still. Peaceful.