Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Satin gave a satisfied hum, and I was so shamelessly enamored with her now, I would’ve been okay just lying there forever.

“You know, I’ve never been with a monster before,” she offered up. “Of any kind.”

I tilted my head as best I could without ruining her pillows. “You know what they say.”

“No—what’s that?”

“Uh…monsters are a roar—and never a bore.”

She laughed, and then she pushed me. “No one says that.”

I laughed back. “You’re right. I just didn’t expect you to call me out. I panicked.”

She giggled again, and I knew it was genuine, this softer, less polished side of her. “Well—if we’re going to die tomorrow, Ace—I have to say, you gave me a hell of a big O.”

“That makes sense. Everything on a satyr is big.”

“Yeah?” she asked, making the word long enough to turn it into a tease.

“Uhhhh…yeahhhh…” I said, suddenly more concerned than horny.

I’d gotten into more than one situation where girls had taken one look at my junk and decided to opt out of the experience entirely.

Just because Satin hadn’t seen what I was packing yet, didn’t mean she’d be entirely on board.

Her hand, which’d been on my rib cage, began to sneak over, but I caught her wrist in time. “I know it sounds like I’m bragging, Satin…but really, I’m not.”

She rose up on one elbow. “You know, I have groped some very authentic feeling pieces of classical art.”

“Yeah, well, there’s that, and then there’s reality.”

She made a face and hovered over mine. “I’m an international spy. I think I can handle a big dick.”

It was now or never. I pulled her hand forward to my cock’s base, where she tried to circle it and failed.

“Oh,” she said, suddenly hesitant.

I grunted—and her hand sank, rather than rising like I assumed it would. Her fingers found the seam of my sack and followed it down, sending maddening shivers through my entire body—and then she tried to pick my balls up.

They overflowed her hand.

“See what I mean?” I said lightly, nervous.

“Shh,” she hushed me. “I’m learning.”

She carefully set my balls back down, and then worked on stroking each pleat of skin—then dipped her fingers into her mouth, and went back to doing it, only this time her fingers were wet.

I groaned. I couldn’t help it. I was scared for her to know how much I needed her—but I was also just a monster, running on instinct.

“Yeah?” she breathed. “You like that?” And then she was struck by inspiration, getting up and moving around my tall, curved thighs, to tuck herself between my legs.

“What’re you doing?” I asked her, looking down my belly.

“You’ll see,” she said—and her small pink tongue came out to lick me.

I about flew out of my skin. “Fuck,” I whispered.

“Oooh, so you like that, too,” she said, and did it again.

Her hands spread my thigh-fur out of her way, as her mouth went in, her tongue lapping and lolling against me, licking me like my ball sack had just become her most favorite thing.

“Fuck— fuck — fuck —” I intoned, torn between throwing my head back and looking down at her beautiful head bobbing between my thighs.

“Hmmmhmmm,” she agreed, before starting to pull at my loose skin with her lips. She couldn’t even take one of my testicles entirely in her mouth, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

“I’ve gotta come, Satin.” I knew it was true the second I said it. “Like—now.”

“Then you should,” she said, continuing to lick. “Come for me, Ace. Come for me.”

I wrapped two hands around my dick and pulled. It only took three strokes—and she stayed down there by my sack the entire time. “Oh, I feel you,” she said, as my balls twitched and spurted, my reservoir of cum seemingly endless. I grunted wildly through my load, wanting to put a show on for her, hoping she would realize how virile I was—more so than any other satyr that had ever lived, surely—while trying not to dig my hooves into her soft, silk sheets.

And when I was done, I shivered, as she rose up to kneeling between my thighs, holding my balls up with both hands. “I liked that,” she said, giving me a conquering gaze.

“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath. “Me too.” The moment had been perfect, but I wanted round two. “Just give me a second—” I started to explain, as she scooted backwards to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Goodnight Ace,” she said.

My chest was still heaving, my balls had apparently accessed some other cum-filled dimension to refuel from, and my cock ached.

“You can take another shower if you need to,” she went on, suddenly all business—and I realized I’d been an idiot.

There was no way this beautiful, delicate human could be my mate. She was internationally famous and I…was me. Hulking, sarcastic, and definitely not runway ready. My body was just all jumbled up for some reason—I’d had too long a dry spell—my hormones were wrong…

My mind ran through a litany of all the ways that I’d made a mistake—right down to the concussion I’d gotten my last mission out—because any of those being true were better than the realization that my mate didn’t want me.

I rocked out of her bed without saying anything, walked around her, and got back in the shower, letting the water blast all the cum she didn’t want away.