Chapter 6 - Jenny
I let myself get lost in the fever of the kiss.
Yet doubt fills me, even as he lifts me from the cold tile and carries me to the bed.
He may have hidden his secrets, but he only revealed them now, years longer than was helpful.
Except because his own greedful lust put his pride on his sleeve and pulled back the veil of lies.
The burning of his touch is a lure I’ve begged for.
One night to lose myself in his pent up passion, that’s what I’ll take.
For years I’ve relied only on my own pleasure.
As his fingers work over my naked, wet skin, it reminds me of what I yearned for most from my monster.
Tenderness. Gentle ministrations.
Not the claws, the rending…there was always blood and pain no matter how hard the creature tried to restrain himself.
Hudson’s caresses send waves of heat through my body in their wake.
I keep waiting for his nails to dig too deep. His teeth to sink into my flesh.
But his mouth works down my jaw in a slow trail.
Tasting.
Licking.
His lips brush over the lobe of my ear, tugging it lightly as his hot breath flutters down my throat.
This is such a new sensation, I let myself drift into the moment.
When his calloused palm cups my breast, his thumb creates an arc of electricity when it circles my peaked nipple.
“Fuck, Jen. You’ve been so hard to resist,” he groans as he rises, kneeling to rip his soaked shirt from his chest.
Why have I never noticed how hairy he is? Thick dark curls cover his broad chest.
As I dig my nails into it, his heart slams in his rib cage, pounding a fervent rhythm with each teasing stroke.
He’s more beast than he pretends to be.
I hate that it makes me want him more.
Nostrils flaring, he lowers himself, his mouth leaving a path of fire down my chest.
It’s so different from my first time with the monster who tried to tear me in two.
Hudson’s tongue follows the invisible line, where my belly was torn and jagged, now his sultry kisses bring a different ache.
A need.
A wanton desire to have him bathe me in his scent.
To have him seep from my very pores.
“Please.” My begging whimper crests just as his scalding mouth closes over my swollen clit.
Raging fire erupts like a poison, enveloping my limbs in its numbing inferno.
Having someone touch me that isn’t clinical, surgical, or cold…I haven’t experienced this kind of pleasure for decades.
Ever.
I’ve been caught in a loop of being bled and harvested. Used for my healing.
His growl vibrates through my pelvis. “How did I know you’d taste this perfect?” Whiskers tickle the edges of my slick pussy as he dives into me with fervor.
Licking.
Nipping.
Teasing me higher until he pushes two fingers into me, tipping me into a shuddering release.
I clench around his knuckles, writhing on the blanket until I fist his hair, tugging his torturous mouth away.
His moan and twitching on the bed is soon drenching the air with the pungent salty smell of his own climax.
“Holy shit. Having you come like that…it’s too much to handle.” He shifts to his elbow and unzips his khakis.Breathlessly, I fall back against the pillows, then stare at the ceiling. “Does that mean you’re done?”
Figures.
“Hardly,” he grunts. “I can do that over and over since the virus.” As if to prove himself, he pushes up, then kicks off his pants.
Jesus.
I know he’s a big guy, towering over me and twice as broad across his shoulders.
But I may have deluded myself into thinking he’d be “normal” down there.
The rigid cock that juts from his lower belly is thicker than any I’ve ever seen.
Neither of the monsters that have had their way with me have had his girth.
His mushroomed purple head still glistens with a heavy bead of cum.
It’s allure makes my belly tight. Before I know it, I’m on all fours crawling to him, the urge to taste him silencing all logic.
Why can’t I stop myself? When my lips close over the throbbing tip, and my tongue flicks over his leaking slit, I can feel my pussy tighten with another wave of heat.
“Did you just, um, get off?” His sharp inhale should answer him.
“Mmhmm.” My throat hums around him as I struggle to take him deeper than the hefty ridge.
Gagging, I have to pull away to breathe.
But the flavor of him lingers, a potent aphrodisiac that has me panting like a morphine high.
Gravel husks his words. “I’ll fill you up one way or another.” His iron grip lifts me easily by my upper arms until our faces level.
Desperate for him, I dig at his waist with my heels until my legs circle his hips.
This manic hunger rages through me, a violent black void that is frenzied to be filled.
But as I settle lower, panic floods me at his impossible size.
He presses the engorged tip into the hollow at the apex of my thighs, letting gravity lower me.
“Shit,” I hiss, suffocating the sound of discomfort. Old habits die hard.
Stretching.
Sharp pain erupts as his size spears me.
Tears me.
The weight of my body forces him deeper until I feel as if he’s ripping me in two.
But the bite wanes soon after, healing the wounds even as his pelvis begins to rock.
Ache transforms into pleasure with every stroke.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to take me. I should have known better.” He lowers us to the mattress, changing the angle of his thrusts. “You were made for me.”
His large palms raise my knees, spreading my thighs wider so he can sink into me.
“My pussy’s starving for you,” I gasp as his rapidly pistoning cock hammers against the blossom of my womb. “Fill me.” I need him.
Years of being so close to him, his scent always lingering.
Seeping into me.
He’s infiltrated me, making my body rebel against my brain.
I just want this one moment. This singular memory to burn into my mind’s eye.
A man who wants me, not in pain, but in pure ecstasy.
I need him to rewrite me. Rip out the flawed urges and make them whole.
Losing myself in the sensations, the ripples start in the depths of my belly, a coiled spring getting tighter and tighter until an explosion of heat convulses through me, shattering the world into a prism of stars behind my eyes.
He follows me over the cliff, his cock swelling to lock inside of me, his climax matched with a guttural roar that he muffles into my neck, flooding me with his scalding release.
Twitches and spasms rocks through us both.
It hurts again with how thick he’s grown, and it makes me shift my hips beneath him.
“Don’t,” he growls, clasping my ass cheeks in his rugged palms.
I try not to.
I have to.
Wiggling again, I try to work my leg down his sweaty flanks.
But he groans, shivering through another spurt.
My belly is distended with him so deeply lodged in me.
It aches without the friction.
Maybe if I just drop my—“Jen,” he grits through his teeth. The muscles of his arms flex into knotted cords as yet another scalding ribbon burns into the well of my pussy.
“Are we stuck like this?” I whisper, a flare of panic making me arch to look at him.
Again he shivers, driving his rigid cock further into me.
“Every time you move, I come,” he pants, a sheen of sweat stippling his brow. “I haven’t done this since…the change.”
A lot has happened in the years since the Dire virus was unleashed.
But it’s hard to believe he hasn’t had sex in all that time.
“Never? Were you always this big?” I’ve seen all manner of mutations, and body size was one of the common ones.
“No.” His fingers dig into my skin.
If I was anyone else, he’d leave bruises with how tightly he’s holding me.
Just to mess with him, I tighten the muscles of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groans, trembling through another orgasm. “That hurts my nuts.”
But every time he does, my pain lessens and a placid feeling of peace floats over me.
Cum balm? I didn’t expect that.
After a few moments, he’s finally soft enough he can pull out his spent cock, then he falls onto the blanket beside me.
I feel oddly relieved that he’s not in me, but also empty.
The hot remnants of him trickles down my ass crack, kick starting me.
I need to escape.
“Hud?” I roll onto my elbow, running my fingers through his dark hair. “How are you planning on getting us out of here?”
“I don’t know.” His voice is muffled against the pillow. “It might take some planning.”
That’s what I thought.
“I think—” I rise onto my knees, straddling his back. “—that we try a little experiment.”
He lets out a small groan as I dig the heels of my palms into his shoulders, massaging my way towards his spine.
“Whatever you want to do, just don’t stop.” He lets out a contented rumble that vibrates between my thighs.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I lean over far enough to let my nipples brush over his skin to suck on his earlobe.
“This was more fun than I thought it would be,” I murmur, cupping his chin.
With a violent lift, I jerk his head around until I hear the pop of his neck.
His face is plastered with surprise, his mouth open and closes helplessly from his crimped throat.
“I’m sorry. I hope you survive this. But this is the fastest way.” Shifting my hips, I rest my pussy one last time against his gaping lips.
A final taste.
Quickly dressing, I grab his ID card, then dart into the hall.