you’ve been dating your monster boy for a while, you’re starting to think he’s the love of your life. he’s handsome, and kind, and you get along like lifelong best friends. you love spending time with him, and who would ever complain about getting to hold onto thick horns as you kiss him, or the unnatural colors in his eyes, or the scales that pock his skin?
and you know he’s got to be... big. you haven’t seen it yet, but once or twice you’ve been in his lap, holding his horns and shoulder, splitting your thighs over his lap, letting his tongue explore your teeth... and you’ve felt him. fuck, he’s got to be huge. you salivate into the fabric of your shirt while you stuff your fingers into yourself whenever you’re sleeping alone.
and finally, you work him up to the point that he pins you to a wall, bruising your lips with his own as he yanks your pants down. any embarrassment you might have is lost to his fingers gathering the juices leaking from your hole to lube up your cock, so that his fingers can tug and pinch. you drop your head back to the wall and moan, only more lewdly when his fangs scratch lightly over your neck.
you feel his cockhead press against your hole, and he pauses, giving your jaw a soft kiss and asking breathily: “you want this, baby?”
and you nod, whimpering with just how desperately you do.
and he is, he’s big. he stretches you so beautiful as he pushes inside, until his hipbones press into the inside of your highs. but a confusion sensation makes you open your eyes- it feels like he’s grinding your cocks together.
and... well. he is. his cock is hard and pressed up to yours, drooling precum against your belly. and yet, you know his cock is inside you...
“two??” you gasp, but immediately your head drops back into the lewdest moan ever ripped out of you. you grip him tighter around the waist with your legs and buck your hips.
“want them both,” you pant, squeezing around him and rocking your hips. “both, in me, please. can’t have one left out, my love, please-“
you hear him laugh, and all thoughts wipe from your mind as he starts thrusting. you lose all sense of time as he fucks you against the wall, falling into a haze of pleasure that makes your eyes roll back. you only surface when he pulls almost all the way out, and you feel a stretch at your entrance.
you look down to see both cockheads stretching you wide.
you whimper out a curse or two and wiggle in his arms, drenching him in your liquid.
it takes a lot of force, and you black out when it finally happens, but he pushes both inside you. you come to after a few instants, the clear outline of him visible under the skin of your stomach. you press your hand over the skin under your belly button so you can feel as he begins to pull, then push, and pull again. he starts slow, trembling with the squeeze and the force necessary, and lays his forehead onto your shoulder.
he fills you to bursting, when he finally cums. he doesn’t pull out right away, but when he does, it feels like you’ll be dripping for hours.