18. Camille

EIGHTEEN

Iwasn"t expecting to ask Mazituz that. It came right out, but I have no regrets. Whatever part of me cares for this monster, it wants to make sure he"s equally satisfied as well.

I can"t get enough of him. He"s so strong and he"s been so caring. He"s attended to my every need. He scared the monsters off, and he killed those elves for me. He saved me, literally, twice. I owe him my life. All of these things run through my mind as I stare up at him.

He leans down and captures my lips again. I taste my arousal on his mouth, and it"s absolutely delicious. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull myself closer.

I"m scared of having sex with him. Now that he's clearly aroused, I notice his cock for the first time.

It's like a large tentacle, similar to the eight octopus-like tentacles that surround his face. Normally, it must be hidden somewhere inside his body, but I guess when he's excited, it descends. It's huge, nearly a foot long, and as thick as my wrist.

I want to be with him. I want to make him come. I want to show him how grateful I am and how I don"t take him for granted.

But I"m also really scared. Not just of the pain that having sex with his giant cock might bring. I'm scared that deep down, I really care for him, and I"m not sure we have a future. He"s a monster that dwells in the dark. I"m a human. I need fresh air and sun.

He deepens the kiss, and his hands move between my legs once more. Every thought I had goes right out of my head and I moan against his mouth.

He continues to massage me, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The fear and uncertainty that have been gnawing at me begin to fade as the intoxicating sensations take over.

Mazituz"s strength and care are undeniable, even in this moment of raw passion. There is a tenderness in the way he explores my body as if he understands the delicate balance between dominance and gentleness that I crave. His fingers expertly find their way to my most sensitive spots, coaxing me into a state of blissful surrender.

As the intensity builds within me, I can sense Mazituz"s own desire growing. His need for me matches my own, and I find solace in knowing that we share this connection, however unlikely it may seem.

In an act of trust, I guide his hand to where I ache the most, encouraging him. He responds with a hunger that matches my own, teasing and caressing me until I am left quivering beneath him.

My mind is consumed by pleasure, every thought of the future dwindling away like a distant memory. The only thing that matters is here and now, the intimacy we share in this hidden world of darkness and desire.

Mazituz"s fingers enter me slowly once again, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Heat builds, my desire intensifying with each stroke.

As the tension coils within me, Mazituz"s touch becomes more insistent, his fingers delving deeper into my core. Each thrust sets off waves of pleasure, the sensations overwhelming yet addictive. I can"t help but arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, yearning for more.

A primal growl escapes Mazituz"s lips, his eyes aflame with desire as he leans in to capture my mouth once again. Our tongues dance and tangle in a frenzied rhythm, mirroring the fervent pace of our bodies. The room is filled with the heady scent of our shared need, an intoxicating blend of sweat and lust.

Lost in the whirlwind of sensations, I surrender myself completely to Mazituz"s touch.

As his fingers continue their rhythmic dance within me, the walls enclose us in our own universe of passion. The outside world with its sunlight and fresh air ceases to exist as our bodies meld together in a symphony of desire.

His touch ignites a fire within me, burning away any lingering doubts or fears. With every thrust of his fingers, I surrender further, my body arching and twisting in pleasure. The sensations are overwhelming, eclipsing all sense of time and space.

I become lost in the moment, lost in him.

A low moan escapes my lips as his thumb finds its way to my swollen nub, rubbing circles that send ripples of ecstasy through my entire being. Waves of pleasure crash over me, threatening to pull me under. With each thrust of his fingers, an electric current surges through me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Mazituz, please. I want you to fuck me," I beg.

His fingers continue their rhythmic teasing, and I look down to see his member reaching for my slit. For a moment, I"m fearful.

But the fear quickly dissipates as Mazituz meets my gaze with intensity and reassurance. His eyes hold a mixture of desire and tenderness, and I know he would never harm me. With an unspoken understanding, I give him my consent, my trust.

He positions himself at my entrance, his massive member pulsating with anticipation.

Slowly, he enters me, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The initial discomfort is quickly replaced by a tsunami of pleasure that threatens to consume me.

"Is this okay?" he whispers. I can only nod, too overcome by sensation to speak.

Mazituz moves with a deliberate yet gentle rhythm, careful not to overwhelm me with his sheer size. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and the wetness of our joining.

I lose myself in the exquisite pleasure Mazituz brings, his movements becoming more urgent and demanding. He fills me completely, his size pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy with each powerful thrust. My body responds willingly, arching against him as I chase the pinnacle of pleasure.

In this shared moment of intimacy, our differences no longer matter. Mazituz"s monstrous nature fades into the background as we connect on a purely primal level. Our bodies move in perfect sync.

His pace is relentless yet controlled. I surrender myself to him completely, my body responding to his every touch and movement. Mazituz"s growls echo in my ears, fueling the fire within me and pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.

As our bodies move in unison, I feel a bond forming between us. It"s not just physical. It"s something deeper, something that defies logic and reason.

In this moment of intense intimacy, we are connected on a level that transcends our physicality. Mazituz"s touch, his strength, and his passion are awakening desires within me that I never knew existed.

His thrusts become more vigorous, driving us both toward the precipice of pleasure. I cling to him desperately, my nails scraping against his back as I ride the ecstasy crashing over me. The world around us withers into a blur of sensation, leaving only the pulsing heat between us.

As our bodies move with increasing fervor, the air becomes thick with an intoxicating mix of sweat and pheromones, heightening the intensity of our connection.

Mazituz"s deep growls resonate through me, fueling the fire that burns within. His primal nature is unleashed, and I revel in the raw power he possesses.

With each powerful thrust, Mazituz claims me as his own, his dominance weaving seamlessly with the tenderness and care he showers upon me. The pleasure becomes all-encompassing, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy. I am consumed by a hunger that only he can satisfy.

Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, fueled by an insatiable need to consume one another. We are lost in a world where pleasure reigns supreme, casting aside any inhibitions or reservations.

Mazituz"s touch sparks flames that spread through every nerve ending in my body. I cling to him desperately, my fingers digging into his flesh as if trying to merge our beings into one. The pleasure builds and builds until it becomes an unbearable ache deep within me.

In a final act of surrender, I release myself completely to Mazituz"s touch. I let go of all inhibitions, allowing the waves of pleasure to crash over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses with each powerful thrust, my muscles clenching and releasing with his movements.

As the intensity builds, I feel myself teetering on the edge, on the precipice of release. Mazituz senses my impending climax and matches his pace to mine, bringing me closer and closer to that sweet release I so desperately crave.

And then it happens. A blinding explosion of pleasure engulfs me, consuming my every thought and sensation. I cry out his name as my body shudders with the force of my release, waves of pleasure radiating from deep within me and crashing against the shores of my consciousness.

Mazituz"s own release follows closely behind, his body tensing as he spills himself inside me. I feel the warmth of his essence filling me, marking me as his own in this moment of shared ecstasy.