The Monster and the Beast A Tale of the Grand Skies chapter 8 by EnviTheFool

There was a moment in which Will simply stood still and tried to recollect himself. And he did try, he truly did, but an unfamiliar sensation down below prevent him from doing so. Instead, he hazily peered down to inspect the cause. It looked like the pixie had gotten "into it" after getting drenched. She had managed to jam her slender hand down his slit and was trying to work it back and forth, albeit a bit awkwardly. It made him feel more at ease over what had transpired. He would never want to end up hurting a monster, no matter what kinds of urges came over him.

"...huh?"

It began to dawn on Will that something was wrong. He may have needed glasses but he wasn't blind, and a more focused look was all it took for him to see that the monster was clearly distressed over something as opposed to being "into" anything. An involuntary twitch of his dick confirmed this as she became buried up to her elbow. It was his own muscles that held her in place, drew her deeper... like a hungry beast.

The cock surged back to life as Will was still trying to comprehend the situation through his lust-addled haze. But Sapphy's situation wasn't the only thing that was wrong. The renewed erection was outgrowing its old width and length all the while holding Sapphy in its grip. Will began to reach out to help her, but his mind was melting away again, and as his hand got closer to that helpless little creature, who was starting to become soaked in his juices again, he... helped.

Will's thumb pressed Sapphy down against the head once more, much harder than before. Her arm slipped further down as a result, sinking all the way down to her shoulder, and its owner was unable to resist against the force that was pressing her face against the ever-widening slit. The cock's sudden growth alongside the constant contractions allowed it to slip in, igniting a whole new kind of panic in the little cock morsel.

"Hnnngh!"

She must have bit him. A sharp pain spiked inside Will's organ, knocking him off his feet. But this did not free Sapphy. If anything, it made things worse. Pain was nothing more than stimulation at this point, and the only reflexive response to it was a particularly strong contraction that dragged her down to her stomach. Will falling on his ass did the same. The poor thing was practically gobbled up in an instant.

Will himself had been reduced to a heaving, panting, moaning mess by it all. The earlier display of dominance, the façade, had been all but dispelled by now. It was the cock that was devouring the little thing as it drooled in its resting place against his chest. They were both at the mercy of his body.

The scholar slid his hand down the shaft that it could still somehow fully wrap around. It wasn't a fact that he could think about in any capacity, similar to how he was unable to focus on the feeling of tightness that was spreading across his outfit. Nevertheless, the lump was nearing the base by now. His weak strokes did nothing to expedite the process. No, he was petting the beast, encouraging it to finish its meal so that he could finish. And it did.

It could not be overstated how much stronger Will's next orgasm was compared to the last one. His mouth lay agape yet he couldn't make a single sound. The sheer sensation had left him breathless, so much so that he barely even registered the few ropes of cum that splashed across his face and dripped down his mouth. The monstrous erection spilled its splatters indiscriminately both at him and past him, all over the floor all the way to the wall, before its ferocity began to die down once more.

And so, once more, there was room to breathe...