Monday, January 11, 2016

Monster College - 6 (Part 1)

"Monster College - 6 (Part 1)"

orig. 1/10/2016
MH Elly x Holt (21+) 
"Third base" male scenario - adult content
Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)


"I feel like an idiot," she murmured, slumping down next to Holt on his couch. He'd snuck her in after the incident that had triggered his confession. It was better to be at his place, since the college considered him two separate people. They would always have the whole place to themselves unlike Elly, who might eventually be getting a roommate.  

"No need." He snorted and plugged in his phone before placing it on a nearby table. Now he had the battery backup as well. He'd also switched to a roaming headset so he wouldn't have to have it in his pocket while they cuddled. "We all make asses of ourselves once in awh-" He was cut off as she jokingly swatted him with a pillow. "Hey!"

"Hush." She tossed it aside and snuggled up against him as close as she could get. "I still feel weird. Just hold me." He turned and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her a bit so he could slide her onto his lap and wiggle his sock-clad toes on the armrest. "Mnn." She purred a little, then spoke again. "There are so many monsters that wouldn't believe you can be this quiet." When he only chuckled under his breath she grew curious about the prolonged silence and glanced up. He was staring off into space with a slight blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. She reached out and lightly traced the tribal marking on the side of his face. 

Isn't there when he's Jackson, she thought. I wonder why. The two shared everything else: the yin-yang mark on his shoulder blades, the eyebrow earring. The markings must be a part of the fire elemental, like the blue skin and the hair, though they looked like another tattoo. Elly was so lost in thought that she jumped, startled, when he caught her wrist in one hand. 

"Hey," he spoke under his breath, a low tremor running through his voice. "You tryin' to make me lose it?" Her expression made him grin and he tugged her hand about to rest on his shoulder. "No? You really have no clue what those touches do to me?"

It was her turn to blush. "I was just..." she trailed off as he reached about with his other hand and rubbed behind her ears. "N-not the ears!"

"Oh? Sensitive there?" Holt stared innocently at her, his eyes wide. He continued to gently rub the velvet fur until she arched her back, pushing down against him with a low growl. "Shit! You're not kidding!" He swallowed hard and ran his hand down her back instead, raising his head for a kiss.

"Watch it," she warned him quickly before their mouths met. He raised his eyebrow at her and brushed her lips with his. "Hm."

"More?" He kissed her again, and again. 

"More," she panted softly into his mouth. Their kissing grew in intensity, though he was careful to keep his hands above her waist. 

"I can do more," he whispered suggestively when they paused to catch their breath. 

"So can I." She shivered as his hand brushed her ribcage, and he smiled. "Huh." Taking things a step further, she slipped hers under his shirt. 

Holt's calm facade shattered instantly. He tossed his head to the side, gasping. "Ah - haaa, wait..!"

"Oh?" Giggling wickedly, she investigated further and rubbed the hardened nipple she found under her fingers.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait-a-minute," he sang out. His hair was burning brightly and it was a good thing he could control the heat, because she'd never seen it so flared up. "Not gonna be able to hold back," he warned her between moans. 

"A little more," she murmured and leaned in close. 

"How much more," Holt groaned. He grasped the back of her head so she couldn't escape his increasingly wild kisses. Elly's ears flicked as she felt his fingers toying with the bottom of her shirt. "You're playin' with fire, baby." He was underneath then, his warm palm cupping her breast through the soft material of her bra. 

"Ha ha," she panted breathlessly. 

"Not meant to be a joke. You're. Literally. Playin' with fire." He gave her a look that stunned her momentarily with its fierceness. His eyes danced as merrily as his hair, snapping and burning with passion.


"We've gotta stop, or you're gonna get way more than you bargained for." She noticed that she could feel his muscles trembling under her palm with barely controlled intensity. 

"Maybe I -" she began, but he cut her off.

"Listen," he groaned, "If it's because of what I said before, that's true, but I don't want you to rush into anything." Elly stared him right in the eyes and trailed her finger down his abdomen. "If you touch me any more, I'm holding you responsible," he added weakly. She traced his belly button and with deliberate slowness moved lower past the snap on his slacks. He hissed sharply and jerked towards her touch, unable to help himself.  There was an unknown hot shape beneath her palm. Holt struggled not to wiggle around while she fumbled with the button and fly. 

"Um, up," she murmured. He lifted his lower half and she clumsily tugged the pants down. Elly yelped as he kicked them off in a sudden flurry of movement. 

Holt's throat was completely dry, his heart pounding. "Sorry." He lay on the couch with one arm over his eyes, teeth bared in a combination of lust and show of willpower. He was doing something more than trembling now as she touched the waistband of his underwear. His whole body was shaking.

"It's okay. It's better." Holt was now only wearing socks, his shirt, which was pushed up along his belly, and a pair of dark jockeys. The close-fitting material was black with red trim and stitching. She had no previous encounters to refer to, but the bulge seemed rather impressive. Hooking a finger in the elastic, she pulled down and then, thinking quickly, out a bit when it looked like she would snag on what she was exposing. He complied without her asking this time, lifting his hips up and then sinking back down as she left them at his knees. He reached down and yanked them off the rest of the way himself, tossing them indifferently on the floor. Then he took a very deep breath. He knew she'd never done anything like this before. She may not have seen a naked man at all. He also knew he was incredibly hard, his member so stiff it was curving towards his stomach. He steeled himself to meet her gaze. To his relief, her eyes were only filled with love and curiosity. The air whooshed out of his lungs when she petted him gently, her touch so light it bordered on ticklish. The headphones in his ear made his voice seem extra loud to him. He could hear his moans and whimpers even over the thump of repetitive dance music, and as she gained confidence in her exploration he clamped a hand over his mouth. Elly, however, firmly removed it and kissed him instead.

"Ah, baby, I can't hold it in, the guh-guys - " He could barely speak. "Nuh-next, next d - oh, holy shit!"

She shrugged. "They've got their music playing next door. You're not as loud as you think you are."

"There, right there." He shifted his weight to the side, leaning into her caresses. 

"Here?" She concentrated on moving where and when he wanted. To his credit, he might have held out longer if he hadn't looked at what she was doing to him. The sight of his girl so focused on pleasuring him was too much.  

"This is so good," he panted, "so incredibly awesome, and you, look, so, hot..." He suddenly winced, his eyes squeezing shut and his chest heaving. Elly had to jerk backwards to avoid several warm splashes. Most of it fell back on his lower stomach, some of it remained in her palm. She wiggled her fingers experimentally. 


"Ah, heh." Holt was wobbly as he sat up to retrieve his jockeys. He swiped ineffectually at his belly, then handed them to her. "Yeah. Sorry. Should have warned you."

"I took health class in High School. I should have known." She wrinkled her nose playfully at him and wiped her palm clean. 

"Uh huh." He took the underwear from her and raised his eyebrow. "I think I have to go clean up a little."

"Oops." She rolled off his lower legs, allowing him to stand. "There you go."

He bent down until his forehead was touching hers. "Be right back." He kissed her lingeringly, eyes never leaving hers. She began to feel very warm again. Touching him had made her more excited, and though he was sated she hadn't been relieved of her tension. 

She had a feeling he was going to go a little overboard.

STORY 6 (PART 2) >>>

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