Chapter 12 #2
Considering my pants barely fought him, my panties were no protection either.
The air caressed me in ways I wished he would as I stood there exposed to him. I should have been in dismay, but all I felt was impatience.
Stay strong.
“I haven’t showered.” I wasn’t sure why that was my last ditch effort. Why would he care? The monster lived in a swamp and probably hadn’t seen pussy in decades.
As expected, my words did nothing to deter him.
“Back up!” I squeaked as his tongue slithered between my thighs, through my folds, and brushed across my clit. The sudden sensation made my thighs quiver. Pleasure shot through me without my permission.
“Stop,” I tried again, but my hand on his head pulled him closer, instead of trying to push him away.
A few more strokes of his tongue, and I hooked my thigh over his shoulder. When I realized what I’d done, mortification seared my cheeks, but then his tongue flicked over my clit again, erasing the shame with insane efficiency.
“I still fucking hate you.” I sighed.
He growled in agreement. Then his tongue slid down, thrusting into me with enough power to make me gasp. His hold on me was the only thing keeping me up as my knees threatened to topple over.
I looked down to watch his tongue moving in and out of me. I met his tongue, not worried about whether he could breathe or not. Let him suffocate.
The knot in my gut grew tighter and tighter until I was right on the edge. Then he withdrew his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva dripping off me. I whined at how he robbed me of my orgasm.
He smirked. Then he turned me, pressing his hand on my back until I was on my hands and knees. Not a single muscle in my traitorous body fought him.
Not that my mind was exactly loyal. All I could think about was the ecstasy waiting for me if I did what he wanted.
He rubbed over my sensitive clit, and I found myself backing into him, eager in a way that humiliated me. “Get on with it.”
But not enough to stop.
He thrust inside me with enough force to remind me that he wasn’t any happier about this than I was. I expected there to be pain, but instead that thing in my chest clicked with a sense of being exactly where I was meant to be.
Tears pricked my eyes as warmth and serenity filled me. Of being in the embrace of someone who was mine. Was this what home felt like?
Surrender made my already weak arms give out, and I found my mouth centimeters from the water. He pinned me until my face was under the surface as he moved in and out of me.
I should have panicked. Hadn’t drowning been my biggest fear for as long as I could remember?
That doesn’t matter. Nothing can harm me here.
I sank into the sensation of every ridge and bump of him scraping deep inside me. The lack of oxygen enhanced every nerve until I was hyperreactive.
He used my hair to pull my head above the water for me to breathe, sending sparks of pleasure across my scalp. He grunted. “You’re insane, woman. You aren’t supposed to like that. I’m intentionally trying to hurt you.”
I laughed at his words. Who wasn’t trying to hurt me? Who was he to judge me for being so used to the pain that I liked it a little?
Didn’t he feel it? That there was nothing to fear.
Once I took enough breaths, he pinned me back under the water, depriving me again. His thrust sped up, like he was losing control of himself.
For all his words, he liked it too. He liked that I could take it. That together we were something beyond physical.
Who was insane now, asshole?
The strongest orgasm I’d ever had washed over me, and he let me come up to breathe and scream through it, as the sound echoed off the trees to play it back again. Every inch of me shook from the force of the pleasure running through me.
I was right. This had to be home.
He snarled as his cum filled me. His claws held my hips too hard, holding me desperately to him, like I might try to escape.
As if we hadn’t already passed the point of no return.
I wasn’t even sure if my legs would work.
We stayed like that until both of our breaths returned to normal. At some point his claws went from restraining to caressing my thighs. A sound of unfiltered satisfaction vibrated in his throat that I wholeheartedly agreed with.
Was there anywhere else for me to ever be?
His hot cum inside me soothed an ache I didn’t understand, but I knew should terrify me.
Sudden realization and hate that wasn’t mine filled my mind, breaking the still calm like it was fragile glass. Shame snuffed my slice of serenity as if it never existed, leaving me sick to my stomach.
I fucked a monster.
That sound of contentment turned into a savage growl that made me flinch into the water.
He removed himself without regard for me, making me wince and bringing attention to the raw pain in between my thighs.
He stood and walked towards the edge where we came up. His lips raised into a sneer of contempt, but I could swear there was yearning in his eyes. “Now, stay out of my way.”
It was a slap to the face. I fought the tears that pricked my eyes, but the fact was it hurt more than I cared to admit.
It hurt more to realize he was the one who gave me a glimpse of what I so desperately craved. And I should’ve never let someone who was more than capable of ripping it away from me have that kind of power.
Before I could think of a response, he dove into the water as if he were running away.
“Fuck!” I scrambled onto my shaky legs and rushed to where he vanished, but he was already long gone.
My eyes went to the tight tree line at least four trees deep. That prick trapped me.
And I was stupid enough to fall right into it.