Page 21 of Monster's Obsession

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Page 21 of Monster's Obsession

“I’m so happy for you,” I murmured, and then panicked even more as he sobbed harder, pressing his hand across his chest like he was having a heart attack.

“You’re happy forme? After you’ve done so much for us. The rumors are true. You are…”

Before he could sob out even more, a mottled grey-colored monster with tiny yellow horns and a long snout appeared behind him and slung an arm around the cyclops guy, pulling him back against his chest and laying his chin on his head affectionately. “Cyprus, darling. I know the baby is making us all emotional, but you’re going to scare our honored guest.”

Cyprus wiped his eye with thin grey fingers and long black nails. “I’m sorry. Please come in. Rachidra will be so happy to see you.”

The grey monster moved Cyprus out of the way so there was a path for us to walk. Creed walked in first, ever the king, and then Ash led me after him. Cyprus and the grey monster were both watching me closely as we passed, and I gave them a small smile that had Cyprus bursting into a fresh round of tears.

I didn’t have much time to think about the odd encounter because the hallway we were in was very short…and just beyond it was a giant grey room with a red marble swirl ceiling and red stone walls…and the baby.

The female I assumed to be Rachidra was seated on a squishy, red chaise lounge cradling a crimson silk-wrapped squirming…baby tightly to her chest. “Your highness,” she murmured to Creed, before her gaze immediately flicked to mine.

“Blake?” she asked, my name rolling awkwardly off her blue-tinged lips. She was beautiful in a monstrous way, dark blue tendrils falling to her waist, moving like there was a breeze blowing. She had four long fangs peeking over her full lips, and her eyes were the same blue as her skin. She reminded me a bit of Raven in theX-Menfilms.

“Rachidra?” I answered, her name sounding just as awkward on my lips. We both grinned and giggled, and immediately the panic that had been flooding my veins dissipated like waves receding from the shore.

Cyprus and the grey monster appeared in the doorway. Cyprus had managed to stop crying but upon seeing Rachidra and the baby, he was tearing up again. The grey monster rolled his eyes affectionately and shot Creed an apologetic glance.

“Drakon, I’m sure you’ve done your fair share of crying as well, knowing you,” jested Seven, sounding more…happy than I’d ever heard him. I turned to stare at him, shocked to see he was staring at my stomach, his violet eyes gleaming. What in the world?

Drakon chuckled and led Cyprus over to Rachidra, bending down to kiss her…a kiss that quickly escalated to the point that I was half expecting Rachidra to be pregnant again.

Cyprus was swooning as he stared at them.

It was fucking adorable.

The swaddled baby made a slight cooing sound and Rachidra and Drakon finally separated, their attention going to the squirming bundle.

Rachidra murmured nonsensical things, which seemed to be a common trait between monster and human mothers to their offspring, and moved the red blanket to reveal…

The cutest creature I’d ever seen.

The monster baby was lime green with a full head of fuzzy blue hair sprouting all over his cute little head, and oddly, tiny yellow horns. I’d have to ask about monster procreation capabilities, because that baby seemed to have traits from all three of them. His two eyes were the same incredible green as Cyprus’s.

I was obsessed.

I gasped when he opened his cute little mouth and yawned widely, and his gaze seemed to track me.

“He’s perfect,” I murmured, and then all three of the new parents were crying. I glanced at Creed anxiously, but he seemed to be enthralled by the sight of the baby, his gaze laser-focused on the tiny bundle.

“Would you do us the honor of holding him?” Rachidra asked through her tears.

* * *

Creed

I was a king. I didn’t make it a habit of withholding things from myself; I didn’t have to. If I wanted something, it was done.

Usually.

Watching as Rachidra handed her miracle to Blake was testing every cell in my body. I was desperate. Desperate to fuck Blake. Desperate to breed her. I wanted her stomach rounded with our child, I wanted her breasts to leak her milk. I could see myself suckling on her rosy-tipped nipples, drinking from her. They were already sensitive without pregnancy, and I could just imagine the little cries she’d give me then.

I wanted to fill her with my cum, again and again until she was so full of my life source that it was gushing down her legs, her pink pussy flushed and plump from me taking her over and over.

She’d have my baby. I’d make sure of that.

It was just about timing.


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