Page 50 of The Dire Obsession


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He pumps savagely, brutally tearing into me around Hudson’s massive knotted shaft.

“I’m going to flood him out, little elixir.” The beast’s maw closes over my shoulder, piercing the flesh, rending tendon from bone.

“I tried gentle. You left me to die on a riverbank. No more.” With another mangling rut, he grunts as he spills his seed in my shredded hole, his own cock doubling in size within me.

The shredding sound of my pelvis rupturing is a hellish nightmare, a pain so profound my vision starts to blur and the edges get darker.

“You wanted us both? This is what you get.” His thighs flex, forcing the wedge deeper.

Shock crumples me over Hudson’s gaping mouth.

I press my lips to his, one last time.

Chapter 18 - Hudson

Fuck!

I knew I should have cut that son of a bitch’s head off.

My throat reknits just enough to take a rapid breath, but the crushing weight of the beast on top of her makes it almost impossible to expand my lungs.

I have to work fast before I pass out.

Searching with my fingers under the bedroll, I grab the butt of the pistol Ialwayskeep near.

No one can survive outside the walls of the institution and not be far from their weapon.

Blurry edges start to infiltrate my vision, pulling me towards the darkness.

Raising my gun, I aim for the blackest shadow heaving over Jen’s pale form.

And pull the trigger.

The howl of pain erupts from all of us as the creature rears back, ripping his swollen cock in a spray of blood.

But the rapid removal of weight lets me take a deep lungful and shift Jen so I can fire again.

“He’ll heal,” she says weakly. “Pull out and kill him.”

“I can’t.” I can’t imagine the pain—

She pulls up her knees and rips herself off me.

A scream fills my ears.

It’s mine.

Red sprays everywhere, from me, from her, and the thrashing beast.

“Do it,” she pants, collapsing to her hands.

My head spins sitting up, but I pull the trigger again.

And again.

Until the chamber clicks and the action forces open, kicking out the last spent shell.

I fall back, heaving as I feel the torn flesh of my poor dick mend.