Chapter 15
Rexus
The tight clutch of Rosie's cunt wakes me up but for the first time in days I don't feel the insatiable drive to move. I'm laying on my back with Rosie sprawled on top of me. One cock is pressed inside of her, the other is caught tight between our bodies.
I groan as I move and feel the soreness in every muscle of my body. I can hardly shift without the tense ache rocking through me. The room reeks of sex and sweat and I can feel the dried cum all over me.
Rosie groans a weak 'no' as I slide out of her body with a messy pop.
Cum pours out of her and adds to the mess between us.
My face screws up in disgust. I've always hated this part.
Coming back to sense after days of rut always leaves me feeling pained and unclean.
I hate the loss of self that comes with rut and wondering what I've done while insensible is a maddening experiment in futility.
I run my hand down the human's silky back and cup her ass. It overflows my hand and the rounded softness stirs actual desire. It's not like the overwhelming heat of the rut but something quieter, softer. And unwanted.
She held up against my rut better than I expected but I hadn't brought her here for anything else. I don't do relationships and trying only ends up in pain.
For a brief moment, Seela flashes to mind but I push it down. I don't want her here. Not now, not while I'm in bed with someone else. Not ever, really. There's no point in thinking about someone who's long gone.
I gently slide out from under Rosie, careful not to wake her.
She barely shifts as I climb out of bed.
Just wraps herself around the pillow. I stand by the bed and watch her for a moment.
She's so soft and round and rosy. A part of me wants to wrap myself around her again and enjoy the press of her against me.
But then my eyes catch the space between her legs and guilt slams through me.
What had been all soft and pink the first time we were together is an angry red and swollen.
A primal satisfaction wells up as I see my cum leaking out of her clenched hole.
The trail of it lands on her leg, which is sticky with previous loads.
I did this to her. Disgust overtakes satisfaction as I think about the abuse I'd heaped on her body to make her so visibly sore. When I brush my fingers gently over the red flesh, Rosie groans and shifts away from me. What kind of monster am I?
Pulling away, I grab a blanket from the heap of them on the floor and drape it over her. I gather my pants and boots from the floor and slink out of her bedroom to leave her to her rest. I need a shower and to figure out how to make it up to the human.