Make Mine A Monster: Monsterotica: Book 2 (5 page)

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r and over they touched, fucked and pleasured me as I sucked them off. Each of them felt and tasted different. It was never enough! If I’d fucked them a thousand times, it could never be enough. Their cum was addictive and better than any chocolate I’d ever had. Their cocks pulsated with such high frequency as they fucked me and squirting orgasms wracked my body continuously. Their mere touch sent ripples of pleasure throughout every nerve ending inside of me. I writhed and bucked, when they stopped to switch places, fearing they were done. Feeling like the entire team was abandoning me on a lonely field.

It can’t be over! Please?

I was lowered to the bed, cool satin sheets against my back as they each took turns fucking me again. One by one, they filled me with monster cock as the others looked on, jacking off and cumming all over me. Their pleasure was driving me insane! My taste buds exploding when their delicious nectar shot out of their cocks, I couldn’t lap it up fast enough. Their distinct flavors combining and sending me over the edge time and again. I was insatiable.

I knew they weren’t from this world. They couldn’t be. They were the creatures from the newspaper, the invaders and they’d brought me more pleasure and happiness than I’d ever thought possible.
I was their alien queen for the night and they worshipped my body, filling my temple with their glorious star seed, leaving me breathless and satisfied by their clan!

As the sun began to send streams of light through the bedroom win
dow, one after the other, the little men with big cocks disappeared. Each of them touching me in some way before vanishing.

Please don’t leave me here.

The last of them, the hoverer, the one who tasted of honey, leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. For some strange reason, I felt heartbroken. His large, glowing eyes staring into mine washing away my sadness and replacing it with something I can only describe as love. Then, he was gone.

Chapter Seven

The next morning, I woke up feeling better than I had in months. I couldn’t remember much about what the creatures looked like. I remembered their eyes, their touch, emotions, taste and fucking ability. But I couldn’t tell you the shape of their heads or if they had ears or if they even had feet.

Over a cup of instant coffee that I gagged down,
I loaded the rest of my things into the truck, heading through town and on to my next adventure. Hopkinsville would have the remainder of the weekend for their festival and once again, people were out and about getting things cleaned up from the previous evening while they prepared for another night of fun.

Thelma and Roy were standing on the steps of Town Hall as I drove by. Neither of them waving as I came to a stop at the red light and looked in their direction. I gave them a silent nod before continuing on my way.

I‘d been given the knowledge that this place was the aliens’ home away from home. From the images they’d given me telepathically, I knew their first visit to the home had ended violently and that’s why there were shotgun holes in the walls of the small hidden room. Year after year, they came back searching for the first woman they’d loved, but they couldn’t get to her.

After walking in to find his wife being pleasured by the creatures, Roy Longfellow’s great-grandfather had sealed his wife away in that little room until she died. Initially, he had informed the police of the invaders but when an Army sergeant had advised him to never speak of it again, he listened. He couldn’t bear to look at his wife, who hated him for shooting at the little men and knowing she only wanted them drove him insane. He told everyone she had left him and went back to her mother’s home in Amarillo. When she died, the husband had buried her in the back yard under what became the manure pile.

Year after year, the creatures searched for another woman to fit their needs. They’d found one in the seventies, Roy’s mother, Thelma and another not more than a year ago. With her husband tired of the insanity, he left and Thelma had been their mate for over forty years and she hadn’t taken kindly to being traded in for a newer model. When she’d walked in on the aliens pleasuring a tenant, Thelma flew into a fit of jealous rage, strangling her to death. Roy disposed of the body, but wasn’t the only one who knew of the murder. It was just another of the small town’s secrets that ran deeper than any well.

Thelma had been treated like royalty by the townspeople for years. The aliens were satisfied and allowed their little town to stay intact. Should they stop providing services, the town would be penniless. Why? Because the tow
nspeople depended on two things: iron and coal. The aliens would destroy the hundreds and hundreds of miles of tunnels and mines beneath the town. Without those, Hop Town would have no economy. Thelma, with her love for the town and her years of sacrifice would never allow that to happen. Not as long as she still breathed.

My being denied a room at the Kelley Hotel had been orchestrated by Thelma. After our co
nversation at the Town Hall, I’d been led to believe that Thelma just wanted me gone. However, the opposite were true. I was the sacrifice. Though knowing I’d tell the world my story was something Thelma truly didn’t want and she’d hoped that I’d be too frightened or too traumatized to remember. Her only other hope was that people would think I was crazy. To her dismay, none of those things happened and here we are.

I was given every bit of information I needed and then some. I know the entire history of Hopkinsville, which is much too long for this story, but I’ll tuck it away for a later date. I’m sure my tale will need to be edited before it hits the Ridge Top Review, but I’ll leave that job to my boss, Melanie Wickey.

Speaking of her, I almost forgot. She left town ten years ago when her mother fell ill the night before the annual alien invasion. After being pleasured for more than twenty-four hours straight, her only memories were of seeing something
otherworldly.
After two years of intense therapy, unable to unlock the real memories of what happened, yet terrified of Hop Town and her mother, Melanie knew she could never return to her hometown. She married the owner of the Ridge Top Review and has sat behind the desk, safe and secure in her new job. Though, she often longs for more out of life. She just doesn’t understand why. Nor does she know why nothing will ever satisfy her. But I do and I’ll never give up the search for more.

Who thought I, Rosie Peaks, would be responsible for saving not just a horse, but an entire town?  What a ride that was!
See ya’ next year, Hop Town! Yeeehaaaw!

THE END

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It groaned and shook what would be its head as human-like eyes gave me a once over as if it were trying to convey some sort of message. I was truly perplexed by the emotions the monster had shown thus far and it was quite unnerving. Strangely, I became aroused by the compassion shown by it and the slimy algae-covered appendage that held me still. The Thing slowly released my wrist and covered my wounded leg with the same algae coated appendage and I felt instant warmth course through my body.

This monstrosity disgusted and aroused me at the same time. Part of me was so ashamed at how my body responded and part of me longed for it to slither up inside of me. Was I being hypnotized? Was I being mind-controlled into having sex with this beast of the bayou? I couldn’t explain it but I suddenly wanted this creature. And I wanted it badly. After two years of not having sex, I couldn’t believe this was what I wanted!

Nessiana picked me up, holding me against the cool, and wetness of its skin. Though it should have felt cold and slimy, its flesh was in fact, slightly fuzzy, warm and soft. It smelled of a freshly plowed field and I found everything about it comforting. There was a distinct mound of flesh where a human male’s cock would be and my pussy throbbed with delight as I felt the creature’s body stiffen. My ass barely grazed the top of this newly found feature, but I could feel it growing as Nessiana carried me away from my former resting place.

At this point, I surmised, The Thing was indeed male and apparently exuded pheromones in high doses. Whether plant, animal or both, I had no idea, but I knew I wanted it inside of me. He laid me upon a dry bed of leaves and his eyes searched mine as if for permission. Its hand reached up and stroked my cheek and I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

The creature leaned down, an inch from my face and I searched for a sign of what he was about to do. I could hear him sniff, but I saw no nose. I heard him groan and moan but it reverberated from his chest not from his mouth. The greenery covering his chest raised and fell with his rapid breathing and his cock seemed to grow larger before my very eyes. My middle-of-nowhere-stuck-in-a-cave-with-a-monster-vacation had just redeemed itself.

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River Jewel Resort Series, Book 2:

Hunter’s Fortune

River Jewel Resort Series, Book 3:

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Romance author, Madison Sevier, officially began her writing career in 2011 by going after her lifelong dream and has been having the time of her life ever since.

Her days are spent homeschooling her daughter and doing the bookkeeping for her husband's business. At night, she gets to become someone else, creating characters who work their way into the hearts and minds of romance readers everywhere.

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