Electrified by the Eel (Filthy Monster Erotica Book 2)

by Harpie Alexander

  Grasping his cock with his other hand, he brushed it through her slick folds, coating himself with the remainder of her cream. With a low hiss, he centered himself and paused. His head fell back, eyes slamming shut in anticipated ecstasy. She was so tight he could almost feel her cunt wrapping around him, even though he hadn’t entered her yet. Why were his species so keen on mating only once a year? It was so amazing when shared willingly. What fool decided such an idiotic tradition? He should kill them.

  Impatient and desperate to feel the heat of her body encompassing his, he eased into her tight channel and groaned, his cock tingling in delight.

  “So…damn…big,” she choked, writhing beneath him.

  “You will adjust,” he replied, slowly moving all the way out so he could slip back into her again. They both moaned when his hips cradled her ass once again.

  Elar was becoming so fixated, so determined to please, this little human female that he was in danger of losing his much-coveted independence. Could he give it up for his Luna? Would she sacrifice hers for him? The satisfaction of mating someone who clearly matched his desires with her own was disarming and alluring, but was it enough to convince her to stay? He suspected it was the giant rod throbbing deep inside her, hitting her in places he doubted a male human could ever reach that had her so captivated by him. That, and the way he spoke to her. She craved the way he bossed her around, growing hot and wet when he ordered her to do what he wanted, which spurred him to dominate her even more.

  Slinking his arm beneath her waist, and holding her steady, he began a steady rhythm of deep, hard thrusts. Each time he slid in and out of her cunt, he could feel the walls of her channel fluttering around the ridges along his cock. There wasn’t a single spot on him left untouched by her greedy body as he slammed back in, every movement made becoming more pleasurable than the last.

  Eventually, she started to push back against him, rocking with his thrusts and taking him deeper than he thought possible. The arm he had snaked around her waist held her up as one of her hands reached up to play with her teats. She stroked and fondled herself, drawing whimpers and gasps from her lips. They were sensitive, he supposed, not as sensitive as her clit, but enough to enhance her pleasure.

  How else can I give her pleasure?

  His mind reeled back to when he’d used his tail on her earlier. The shocks he produced weren’t normally meant to be used in this way, but he had no qualms when it gave her such intense satisfaction and in doing so produced such delicious results.

  Stealthily, he maneuvered his tail between her legs, gearing it to give her a light zap—it took conscious effort and some restraint to ensure the charge wouldn’t accidentally hurt her, considering Eelakwa markings were naturally a defense mechanism and not meant for pleasuring a female—and waited for the right moment to strike.

  Luna was panting rapidly now, her back arched stiffly as she neared her orgasm. The hand on her teat clenched, digging her nails into her soft flesh. She gasped and moaned, writhing on my cock as Elar hammered into her again and again. Her cunt tightened, gripping his rod and he flicked his tail against her clit again. She jolted at the little zap, her body spasming hard.

  “ELAR!” she screamed, shuddering violently as she came from the light flick of his tail. “Oh, Heavens yes…I’m cumming.”

  She didn’t have to tell him, he already knew. Liquid poured from her channel and trickled down her legs, making the slapping noises their bodies produced when he thrust inside her even louder.

  “Viiiiiisk, you’re squeezing the life from me,” he rasped, unable to control his pumping any longer. From the base of his sac all the way up to the tip of his shaft, an explosion of warmth tingled through every single bundle of nerves. He could feel his seed spreading through his from the base of his sac until it burst from his cock, spilling into her in hot, wet spurts.

  He gripped her tightly—maybe too tightly—and pumped with abandon, losing all sense of rhythm as her body accepted his release. To ensure nothing was wasted, he held her close, grinding his groin against her to give his seed time to take root. It was the true reason for rutting after all, well, besides the incredibly euphoric pleasure he was experiencing. That was good too.

  “Can’t feel my legs,” Luna slurred in a soft, exhausted voice.

  Unwilling to untether himself from her and release her just yet, he carefully maneuvered their bodies until she was no longer on her hands and knees. Settling on his side with her back cuddled against his chest, he cushioned her as best he could so she could rest. It wasn’t a difficult thing to accomplish, not when she weighed practically nothing and it was easy to hold her in his arms while his tail coiled under her small frame.

  “Mmm. Thank you,” she murmured, dozing off to sleep within moments.

  Part Eight

  Elar

  Over the next several days, Elar took to caring for Luna in every possible way he could think of. He licked the petals of her slit when she grew wet with need, fucked her cunt when she couldn’t take it anymore and begged him for cock, and zapped her flesh with his markings when he knew it would drive her wild. And he did it often.

  Of course that’s not all he did for her. Elar also hunted for her and listened to her talk of many things he didn’t quite understand as she lay in his arms before drifting off to sleep each night. He enjoyed spending this quality time—as she called it—with her, especially because he knew that their time was limited. When they weren’t rutting and basking in the afterglow, he hung onto every word that came from her mouth. And in such a short amount of time, Elar not only became to know her, but he grew attached to her, so much so, that he knew when it was time to let her go, it wasn’t going to be an easy task. At least that was still a ways away…

  Before Luna, he was a lonely male and yearned for the company of another, he just hadn’t quite anticipated how close to her he would become. His mutually beneficial plan had been to use her to satisfy his heat, produce young that he could raise and ensure their survival, then send her back without any regrets. Unfortunately, he was coming to realize he would regret losing the small female who had invaded his life so quickly and thoroughly.

  At first, he almost felt guilty she didn’t have a comfortable place to rest her eyes, while he on the other hand, was content to coil into a ball anywhere he saw fit. But those guilty feelings dissipated whenever she snuggled up to him for warmth and comfort when her eyelids became heavy and she needed to sleep. It didn’t take long for his selfish mind to realize that having so little in his den was by far the easiest way to force her to grow attached and dependent on him. Occasionally, she expressed her desire to go outside or her displeasure with being trapped in his den, so he did the only thing he could while in the peak of his heat and silenced her with his cock.

  Now that the height of his mating heat was over, he had no more excuses to keep her inside his den. He would have to allow her outside, even if it was just to collect supplies to make the little dwelling inside his lake more comfortable for her. She was a land dweller. They needed the sunlight and open air above the water. His shame came in the form of a lingering fear that she’d try to escape and take off with the younglings he was certain she was already carrying inside her, despite her promise to stay with him.

  But she never promised how long she would stay. And he never explained to her why he desperately needed her, which was why he was still reluctant to allow her the small freedoms she deserved.

  Even if she wasn’t aware of his reasons, her promise to stay had to be enough for him. It had to. Because if the other Eelakwas ever found out that he had coerced and harbored her against her will…it wouldn’t just mean death for him. They would outcast his younglings as well. And that, was a fate far worse than death.

  ***

  Today was the day. Night was falling and he had made his decision.

  Elar breathed a nervous sigh, his markings blaring his nervousness for all to see. Why wouldn’t he be worried? He was going to take Luna o
utside, help her find her home and snatch up whatever she needed before she could decide that this arrangement of theirs no longer worked for her. Of course, she had no idea of his plans and that was intentional. He saw no reason to give her ample time to curate a plan should she decide to sneak off.

  Currently, he floated in the water, simply enjoying the feel of her skin against his scales. The way she snuggled up against him was the most natural feeling in the world, something he’d become so accustomed to, he feared for the day when he couldn’t hold her in his arms.

  “Wake,” he said, gently nudging the side of her face with the tip of his claws.

  She stirred, arching her back and yawned, then, after blinking a few times, she scooted up his chest and pressed her lips to his. It was a kiss. A few days prior, she explained the strange concept to him several times because it was such a foreign idea, it rendered him speechless and unable to form coherent thoughts. Essentially it was a mouth mating of sorts, tongues fucking each other obscenely. It was just another wondrous human way to derive pleasure from each other and cause her to melt in his arms. He enjoyed this kissing, especially when it led to other things, like a wet cunt from him to lick and fuck as he pleased. That, or her mouth on his cock. That, well…there were no words to describe that.

  “I will take you out today.”

  “You will? Really?” Her face lit up so much, it shone brighter than the little worms that lit the ceiling of his cave.

  “Yes, but—”

  She leaped from his chest, the warmth of her body disappearing as she waded her way through the water and onto the rocky ledge. She glanced back and forth, nervously looking for something.

  “Have you seen my clothes?” she asked worriedly.

  “They are on the other side, already drying as we speak,” he replied, swimming towards her.

  “Wait, what? You have? When? I didn’t even see you leave,” she squinted her eyes in disbelief, but there was a glint in them that spoke of her appreciation.

  “I am stealthy,” he teased with a proud, smug grin.

  “Clearly.” She leaned up against him and nuzzled her face against his chest, planting a little kiss there.

  Elar released another nervous breath as he assured himself that everything was going to be okay. They wouldn’t be gone long, they would grab what she needed, and she wouldn’t change her mind before he could safely return her back to his den. Everything would go exactly the way it should. It had to.

  “Is everything alright?” she asked, noticing his uneasiness.

  “It is fine. Are you ready?”

  “Absolutely! I’ve been ready since day one.”

  Elar hid his wince from her as he picked her up in his arms and dove beneath the surface. Surely, she didn’t mean that the way he took it. Right?

  A short while later, after several shared breaths, a few kisses, and a naughty swim, they breached the surface of the lake. Elar couldn’t help but enjoy Luna’s excitement. She was smiling and laughing, splashing him playfully and staring up at the moon like she’d never seen such a beautiful thing in her entire life, but his elation didn’t last long when the very thing he feared the most suddenly came to pass.

  “Elar!”

  Elar jolted at the sound of the angry voice booming in the night. It was Veewa. He’d know that voice anywhere, as it belonged to the leader of his tribe. She was the Matriarch. His eyes swiftly moved in her direction, and his heart sank in a million pieces. There, in the center of a clearing on the shoreline, was every female in the western Eelakwian tribe. Veewa stood tall, proud and downright furious. There wasn’t a day in his entire life that he regretted more than this one. There would be no escape from this. No escaping the horrible fate he had worked so hard to avoid.

  Glancing down apologetically at the female in his arms, he did his best to stay strong. For her. Everything for her. He would appease Veewa in some way—any way—if it meant he could protect his female. Luna gazed anxiously up at him, seeking comfort from him.

  “Everything will be fine,” he promised in a hoarse voice.

  His heart raced as he neared the shore. Emerging from the water, he set Luna down and nudged her to stand behind him, as a final means of protection.

  “What have you done?” Veewa demanded, as she slid forward from the crowd of females.

  “I-I—” he struggled to find the words to defend his actions.

  “Pathetic,” she spat in disgust. “You are a disgrace to our tribe and a shameful example of our people. Hiding here in this fetid lake. Avoiding your responsibilities. Taking up with a female not of our kind. Do you know what we do to those who do not uphold the values of our society?”

  “I’m sorry, but what exactly is going on here?” Luna asked angrily, her face full of irritation.

  “Luna, no!” Elar protested as quiet as he could when she appeared from behind his shadow, sidestepping around him to place herself between him and his leader. Though he didn’t dare move except in fear of retaliation, he couldn’t stop his tail from snaking around her ankle, tethering them together. If she wouldn’t stay behind him, this would have to do. He couldn’t stop the other females from hurting him, but at least he could get her out of the way quickly if he had to.

  “Luna, I have no quarrel with you. Step aside so that I may deal with this despicable male.”

  “Deal with him? For what?”

  “Avoiding breeding. It is punishable by our sacred laws.”

  No! Elar winced when Luna took another step forward in a manner that could only be perceived as a challenge to Veewa’s authority. He desperately wanted to intervene, but the consequences would be severe if he tried.

  “And why do you charge him with such an offense? How could you even know what he has or hasn’t done.”

  “Because if he had submitted himself for breeding, we would have known! There wasn’t a single challenge for his breeding rights. Not one.” Veewa’s voice rose a fraction, her markings beginning to blare a threatening shade of red.

  His assumptions that Veewa and the others might accept her as one of their own and afford her the same value they gave all females, vanished in seconds. Veewa was going to tear Luna apart if she didn’t step down, and fast.

  Elar hissed loud and low at the threat to his unclaimed mate, the sound vibrating from the back of his throat. It was a natural reaction brought on by the intense need to protect the female who had already claimed his heart—even if she didn’t claim him back. It was the closest thing to a true mating he dreamed he could have, and he would take whatever he could get, even if it meant she’d never reciprocate and he’d live the rest of his life alone.

  A young female named Laen growled at his warning, moving out of the group, her eyes locking on his. “See! He has gone feral and must be put down. Veewa, let me be the one to do it.”

  Veewa ignored Laen’s comment, focusing only on Luna and him, eyeing him with suspicion before glancing speculatively at his human.

  “What are you talking about? He isn’t feral? He’s just being protective! Of me! He thinks you’re going to hurt me!” Luna scoffed, folding her arms over her naked teats.

  Gasps of shock echoed around them. Many faces filled with disgust at the implication of Luna’s words. Even Veewa appeared visibly disturbed, but her colors calmed, no longer glowing quite so harshly. For a brief moment, he felt a bit of relief. Perhaps they wouldn’t harm her after all, even if she was displaying a large amount of disrespect towards his tribe’s matriarch.

  “Besides,” she added with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. “You can’t claim he didn’t present himself for breeding. We’ve been bre—”

  “Silence you!” Laen hissed angrily and took another step forward. “He was mine to claim this year. I’m uncontested. You cannot take him.”

  “No one is uncontested unless they fought for breeding rights,” Veewa interjected, much to Laen’s displeasure.

  “The human has no right to challenge for breeding!” Her protests didn’t go
unnoticed, and many females began to nod their heads, taking Laen’s side, despite the inaccuracies of her claim. Veewa was correct, breeding rights were fought and won, and there was no fight over him just yet.

  Uncaring of the consequences, Elar placed his hands possessively on Luna’s shoulders, visibly claiming her. It wasn’t his place to do so, but she didn’t know that, nor did she understand what she was doing by challenging the other females. Even if Laen’s breeding heat had passed, if she wanted to, the others could still force a mating if they believed it would still result in offspring.

  “By human law I can.” Luna held her chin high, with shoulders back in a posture that exuded dominance. “I found him. I claimed him. There was no other female to put forth her challenge. I took his seed as my own.”

  Viiiiiisk, she would make a fine Eelakwa, he thought with such pride.

  “This isn’t Earth. Your rules don’t apply here. You should have realized that by now seeing as you haven’t gone back yet,” Veewa interjected.

  Gone back? Was his human one of the humans who had stumbled into his world from the other? Of course, none of the humans here were from his world, but he assumed that she had been here for longer than a few days. She didn’t seem nearly as confused or disoriented as the other humans he occasionally bumped into over the years. No wonder she wanted to get back home so desperately.

  Suddenly filled with a bitter guilt, his shoulders slumped. But he couldn’t think of the terrible feelings eating him up inside, not right now. Not when his and his female’s lives were in jeopardy. Elar could see that many of the females were becoming distraught over the confusing ordeal. He doubted any of them had ever been challenged like this before. At any moment, the situation could turn disastrous. Even Veewa looked like she was losing her patience.

  “I will submit myself willingly to any punishment so long as you leave Luna out of it. She has done nothing wrong,” Elar stated in defeat.