Page 84 of Monster. Me.

I spread his pale cheeks and stare at his hole, which is pulsing and contracting.

It clearly isn’t red or swollen; everything looks normal and ready for action, which is interesting because usually the people I’ve had sex with needed at least two days to recover… It only confirms what I’ve known for some time now about us. Being fated may take away the pain and accelerate healing.

I have to admit that for a moment I just stare at his body, almost hypnotized, like someone standing at the gates of paradise. I can see shimmering droplets of slick already gathering right in the center of his entrance.

Slowly, I lean down and press my lips to his opening, licking them away. At the same time, my hand moves toward his neck. If you simultaneously press the glands of omegas or betas, they often react with submission, instinctively pushing their hips back to offer their holes.

When I had to have sex at the Beta Activation facility, that was one of the ways to get them ready. On one hand, I don't want to use that method on Marlow, but on the other, my second nature is practically demanding it.

Make him submit, make him yours! Breed him, I will take care of the rest!

So I press my fingers symmetrically on both glands, curious about the effect. To my delight, I see Marlow's pelvis start to tilt back and his opening slowly widen.

So this trick works on alphas too, or maybe only on those who are open to changing into omegas? Hard to tell, but I definitely intend to take advantage of it.

Marlow's hips are now pushed far back with his knees spread wide. I slide my own knees between his to push them even further apart.

What I can do easily with my body is lengthen my tongue. Not by much, but about two inches, and that's more than enough to ensure a very fast and effective prep of his opening.

I drive my extended tongue into him, and Marlow lets out a muffled gasp, clearly stunned that my tongue can stretch that far.

I lubricate him generously, swirling inside and relaxing his walls. Marlow lets out incoherent mumbles, his nails digging into the sheets. I hear the fabric rip, and I suspect he has partially shifted his hands to let his claws out.

I feel a surge of excitement knowing that our natures, those second secret sides of us, have a place in our sex life.

I lift myself up, deciding that my tongue has done a good enough job. To be sure, I slide two or three fingers in and move them from side to side. Marlow also shakes his hips slightly from left to right, somewhat matching my moves, urging me on.

I unzip my pants and let my cock out. Its violet head contrasts sharply against the pale globes of his buttocks. His hole still looks tiny, as if it couldn't possibly fit me, but I already know Marlow can take it.

With one powerful thrust, I drive into him, pushing through the tight muscle ring and burying myself in the hot, wet tightness.

Marlow lets out a muffled moan, his head snapping back. I grab a handful of his long auburn hair and pull his head back even further, forcing him to take me while completely defenseless. Still, I reach my other hand between his thighs and find that he’s hard as steel. Clearly, Marlow approves of what I'm doing.

"Fuck me, just fuck me," he murmurs hotly.

I start doing exactly that, not brutally, but intensely, with passion. Hip thrust after hip thrust, I drive deep, almost to the hilt. I feel his body stretch and adapt to me.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Marlow begs, and my inner beast purrs in delight.

His back arches even more, dipping down as his passage ripples around me in a series of small orgasms, a steady stream of semen pulsing out of his dick while the constant flutter of his walls continues…. He’s obviously having a blast!

After a few minutes of micro-orgasming, Marlow has a small pause; he pants, his red cheek pressed against the sheet.

I wait for him to recover, but he doesn’t take long, and suddenly blurts out,

"Not that I have a monster kink, but I want to know how you fucked them."

Breathing deeply, I lean toward his ear while unhurriedly resuming my thrusts.

"Them?"

"The betas. Fuck me like them."

I let out a huff.

"I could never do it the same way, Marlow, because I felt nothing for them," I whisper right into his ear.

There is a moment of silence, as if he’s thinking about it, though it’s probably hard to think while I’m sliding rhythmically through his tunnel.