Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Justice braces himself. “I know you cannot love a creature like me.”
Aw, Christ. Now it hits me. He thinks he has to keep me locked up because a basic bitch human with just four limbs like me couldn’t possibly ever love a mutant. He has no idea that women always love monsters, one way or another.
“Your wings and eyes are the least of your flaws. Knocking me up and chaining me, that’s what you have to work on. You’ve never asked me if I wanted to be fucked. Not once.”
“That first time… I felt you wanted it. I felt the way your body writhed, I smelled the scents it produced when I pinned you in place, I experienced the exquisite grip of your body, and I saw the way you looked at me. I may have misunderstood all these things. I may have wanted you more than you wanted to be wanted.”
“You know what the worst part of this is? I wanted you too, but then you acted like such a complete fucking jerkwad at absolutely every turn.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. His embrace is surprisingly gentle. He is taking care of me, reaching the parts of me that want him without even trying.
“Let me be your big, bad, dominant jerk,” he purrs, seducing me with his tone. “Let me be the worst decision you ever made. Let us be.”
Fuck. I want this. I want him. I don’t want to be so consumed with wanting. I want to be disgusted and offended. I want to be normal. Why can I never be normal?
“Stop fighting yourself,” he urges me. “I can sense what you want. I can feel it in you. Can you not feel it too?”
“Of course I can feel it, asshole. But it’s like I said. You don’t need to take me prisoner. You have to let me choose you every day. That’s how love works. It’s choosing and being chosen again and again and again.”
“You’re right,” he agrees. “And now I choose to be inside you.”
He kisses me, and I melt. I want to be with him. I want to live his monstrous life. I want to discover what the hell a mutant caterpillar baby with my eyes looks like. I want to love him, and I want to be loved by him.
My thighs part for him, as they have from our first aerial embrace. He was right. My body has always responded to him this way, with passion and desire. He may have been engineered by scientists, but nature made me for him.
“Come with me,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me outside. The night is cool and calm. The full moon hangs heavy in the sky. Justice wraps his arms around me and lifts me up in his arms, powerful wings spreading and beating as we rise into the air.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he promises as the night wind makes our hair flow together, mine red, his black. That filthy promise is accompanied by the midair disrobing of my lower body.
He pulls my pants and underwear down, his cock finding the stretched chalice between my thighs. I have been well used, and that means his massive manhood can slide right up inside me with one harsh and possessive thrust. Impaled on my lover, I lift my eyes to the moon, and I surrender to his lust.
“I am going to breed you full of eggs, and I’m going to pleasure you as you lay them. You’re going to take my cock and bear my young as many times as I can make you.”
I come on his cock fucking hard just at those words. My pussy grips his thick monster rod and does her best to milk him of his seed, but he’s not ready to give it to me yet. I have to withstand a lot more of his filthy talk and his rough ravaging before I am rewarded with his potent cum.
“Good girl,” he praises, rocking me back and forth on his rod. “That’s such a good fucking girl. Come for me again. Show me how much you want my seed.”
I look down beneath our bodies. The ground rushes below, the sky beside, but all I can see is the lewd stretching of my lips, his cock buried deep inside me. We are joined, he and I, two very different monsters locked together in the act of breeding.
I’ve fought my urges, and I’ve fought him. I’ve tried to resist this inevitability because it does not match what I thought I wanted for myself. But this chemistry, this embrace, this belonging and possession. This is irresistible.
I stretch out and I take him deep inside me, I give myself to him, and to the vault and to the clutch. There is no choice. There is no option. It has to be him. Forever.