The Monster Within

Before

4 Days Before Capture

Oberon grunted, staring down at his beautiful vixen. He knotted his hands into her wild hair as a chilly morning dawned upon them. They were a ways off from camp, concealed by massive grey boulders, in their own world for a few precious moments. The landscape had changed from desert to lush once more. Each step brought them closer to their end goal. In Oberon's ancient veins, he knew what was coming, and he yearned for it with everything he had.

To kill his creator was to gain his freedom.

It was in his nature to dominate, to be the one at the top of any hierarchy, and for the moment, being the one to dominate Hollis was enough for him. He swiped his thumb along her bottom lip before pushing it into her warm, wet mouth. She was on her knees before him, insisting she do this. They'd argued about who would pleasure who first, until Hollis dropped to her knees and glared up at him in all her stubborn, naked glory. Seeing her so willing was enough to thin his resolve to nothing.

He fisted his aching length as her tongue swirled around his thumb, her bright eyes closed, her face pinched and serious. He watched her hand slither across her thigh, hovering over her own pleasurable spots. He smirked, for he knew the monster he'd created, but he'd have her no other way.

He brought his thumb to her cheek, pinching her with his other fingers, snapping her attention to him. She was confused until he spoke.

"Eyes open and on me, my woman. And you do not touch yourself, or I will not be so kind to give you what you need."

Her glare was deep, her pout evident. She hated his authority, but he craved inflicting it on her. If he couldn't do so in other aspects of their lives, he would do it here and now. He removed his thumb, tangling his fingers into her ashy hair once more, bringing his length to her pouty lips.

He wanted it to be slow, to last, but as she took him in her mouth with greed, he knew it would be over all too soon. He cupped her cheeks, smoothing his thumbs over her silky skin as he gave gentle, tame thrusts. That, also, would not last long.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned, and he pinched her cheek. Those deep blue orbs sprang open, and she stared up at him with love and adoration and longing. She was worshipping him in this moment, and he couldn't wait to worship her. He gave a hard thrust, feeling the tightness of her throat around him, and he groaned in utter ecstasy.

His hand slipped down, curling around her neck, feeling himself bulging through her. The sight of her obeying on her knees with her fingers digging into his thighs, the feel of her tight throat around his member, and the sensation of her neck expanding to encompass him spurred him onward with no other thought but an animalistic desire to spill his seed and claim her from the inside out.

He thrust, harder and faster, and he began to pull away. She surprised him, small hands jutting up, holding his butt firmly, keeping him in her mouth. He understood what she wanted. He shivered, tightening and panting as he watched her face. He thrust, once, twice, and on the third he pressed himself all the way to the end of her throat as he spasmed and climaxed, his hands holding her head tightly in place to prolong his pleasure.

After a few tense moments, he released her. She gasped for air, falling back onto her butt, her eyes teary but bright. She knew what her reward would be, and he intended to give it to her in the best way possible.

"I've never loved before now, Hollis," he said, helping her to stand, her perky breasts covered in goosebumps. She smiled up at him, feeling that love and adoration that rolled off him. He would do anything for her without hesitation, this she knew in her core.

"Lay down," he instructed, pointing to their blanket. She obeyed, shaking with giddiness as she settled on her back. He kneeled beside her, shaking his head.