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peony
He loves me.
I feel like a schoolgirl swooning, knowing that Rupert cares for me as deeply as I do for him. I’m so happy and relieved, so grateful that he’s still with me, that I can’t stop a few tears tumbling out just thinking about how lucky I am.
You don’t fully understand what someone means to you until they almost disappear in front of you. I’m never letting Rupert go. He’s stuck with me.
While I keep my face buried in Rupert’s scruff, he moves his hips, his cock dragging down my belly to dip between my legs. I spread them for him, and the slick surface rubs delightfully over my pussy.
Now I really need him.
I release Rupert long enough that he can sit back, take his cock by the root, and guide it inside me. With thatblunt head, it works harder to fit through, but then suddenly he’sthereand we’re together again, those delicious bumps along his crown already performing their magic on me. Rupert lets out a heavy breath, stilling himself halfway in.
“You’re marvelous,” he says, reaching down to cup my cheek as he slides deeper. Then he glides back, withdrawing to drag the head of his cock along my clit, before pushing in once more. He repeats this, sinking in and then pulling back out so he can tease me, tightening my taut strings.
“You’re marvelous, too.” I’m swimming in the pure joy of bringing him inside me again. “Every part of you, Rupert.” My fingers trail up his cheek to his ear, which is one of his erogenous zones—that, and the base of his tail.
“You don’t mean that,” Rupert says, thrusting in as far as he can and then pausing there. He leans over me, coming to rest on his elbow. “If I were a man?—”
“But you aren’t,” I say, lifting my hips to draw him even farther inside me. “And I don’t want whoever that is. I wantyou. I loveyou, Rupert.”
The hardness in his eyes softens. He rocks gently, in and out, staying fully encased in me.
“Even with the horns?” he asks.
“Especially with the horns.” I trail my hands down his back to his tail, where I squeeze gently. His hips buck, and I gasp as he pushes in. “And the tail. The tail is a big bonus.”
Rupert grins, a wide grin that shows all his sharp teeth. He withdraws from me long enough to reach over to the bedside table, where he pulls out a bottle of lube. I bring him the tip of his tail, which he coats in the shiny stuff before sitting back on his knees.
The tip easily fits into my ass, which has already been trained to take him there. Then Rupert slides his cock backinto me, filling me as full as I can possibly be. I moan and clutch him tight, but he has more to do.
His tail starts to wriggle in deeper. With every thrust of his hips, I take even more of it, until his cock and his tail both have stuffed me to bursting. A string of nonsense leaves my mouth because I can’t form a single coherent thought, not in the fog of bliss creeping through every crevice of my body.
Rupert’s eyes narrow in concentration, his pupils huge and black as his claws drag over my flesh with every wild thrust, never once breaking the skin.
“Then these horns and this tail are all yours,” he says, baring his teeth like a predator. “Every inch is yours, for as long as you want me.”
“I want you!” It’s the only thing I can say with surety. “I want you forever, Rupert.”
His speed picks up, and Rupert’s frantic breaths gust across my face as he reaches underneath me, lifting my hips so he can rut into me at the angle he knows I love. I cry out as that delicious texture on the head of his cock stimulates something deep inside me, and the ring slips in and out with every pump of his hips.
“Then you’ll have me forever.” My monster wraps me up tight against him, holding me close as I fall apart in his arms. I scream, muffling my face in his mane. Rupert groans as I squeeze down harder and harder, my orgasm so close that it’s a tower blotting out the sun.
I’m here with Rupert. I’m safe, I’m loved, I’m accepted. It’s as if everything is beginning right here.
“Peony,” Rupert chants, again and again as he carries me to the edge. “My little flower, who comes so sweetly around my cock.”
And I do, as if I’m at the center of the galaxy as theuniverse folds in on me. Rupert thrusts even faster, and as he swells up fat inside me, my pleasure ricochets around the walls of my body, feeding itself.
“Rupert!” I cry his name as the world cracks open, sucking me into it. Then, I feel a sharp lash of pain. I scream again—a different kind of scream—as Rupert bites down on my shoulder right as he erupts inside me. He slams in one more time, his mouth wet and red with my blood.
Then Rupert collapses, nearly squashing me. I gasp for breath, shuddering from the aftershock of my climax and the fresh wound on my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Peony,” he says, sliding his tail out first, and then his cock. Rupert leaps to his feet and hurries into the bathroom while I cover the wound with my hand. His expression is horrified as he returns with a first aid kit. “I don’t know what happened.” The words come out in a messy tumble. “I just did it, all of a sudden. I didn’t mean to.”
I crack a smile. Sometimes I forget he is still a monster—a creature we can’t even begin to understand, with urges far beyond those of a human.
