I snake my tail up and around his leg, pressing the tip of it into his entrance to plug mycreveleinside him. He’s not a breedable partner—unless rabbit shifters have different biology to humans—but my instincts need him to keep mycrevelein him so he can absorb as much as possible and use what remains.
As soon as he’s plugged, his body goes limp and his breathing evens out. Knowing he sleeps in safety, I close my eyes and give in to the beauty of a post-coital nap.
Chapter thirteen
Dec
(Keep me)
Iwake up slowly,becoming aware in steps that wherever I am, I’m naked, cold, in the dark, and lying on stone. I try to move, but my arms and legs are trapped in place, and there are stone bands around my torso keeping me in place. I think there might be something in my ass too.
“What the fuck?” I croak, trying to move, but no. I’m fully trapped. “What the fuck!” I shout as fear builds in my chest. “Thoren!”
Suddenly the stone under me softens to flesh, and the darkness disappears as Thoren’s wings unwrap from around me. He releases me from his arms and pulls his tail (I’m assuming) out of my ass. I push myself up, breathing heavily as my brain catches up with what happened.
I laugh, relieved, and lean on Thoren’s perfect chest as I recover from that fright. He turns to stone when he falls asleep. Got it.
He blinks up at me, still a little sleep hazed. “Ok?”
I nod, patting his chest as my guts clench. “Yes. Just a moment of fear before you woke up because I was trapped in the dark. I should be fine if it happens again,” I say, climbing off the bed. “I need to use your toilet.”
Thoren waves to his en suite bathroom permissively, as if I would have let him keep me from using it if he’d refused. I might not be anyone’s idea of a long term relationship, but I’m not above matching an asshole’s energy.
Thankfully Thoren isn’t the kind of asshole that would kick me out of his room as soon as the cum was cleaned up.
I shut and lock the door and sit my naked ass on his toilet, waiting for the aftermath of raw sex. My guts clench again, and what comes out is far more solid than I expect—unusually solid for me. While I don’t have a problem passing it, I’m still both embarrassed and concerned because I don’t think Thoren washed up after, and he definitely didn’t use a condom. I hope he hasn’t been sleeping in filth this whole time. Oh god, his tail was inside me just a few minutes ago. He needs a shower ASAP.
As soon as I’m done, I use the bidet to make sure I’m clean, and when I look back as I flush, the, uh, deposit is as gray as Thoren’s skin. I stare at it for a moment, concerned for my health. Did he hurt me? No, it’s not bloody or black. That’sgraygray. Is that what he put inside me?
Honestly, that makes more sense than it being something my body made. I don’t have gray stool, and now that I’ve decided that’s probably what it is, I’m not surprised that monster cum isn’t like human cum.
These are the consequences of monster-fucking, I guess. I still have no regrets.
I mentally add needing to use a toilet after sex to my routine and flush. At the sink as I wash my hands, I take stock of the absolute wrecked state I’m in. My wrists look like I spent a good long time tied up and struggling, and I have red marks on my assthat look like my underwear was ripped from my body and left behind a few friction burns. My hair is a complete disaster, and the small amount of brown eyeliner I use is smeared down my cheeks.
“To make the walk of shame like this, or to use Thoren’s shower? That is the question,” I hum to myself, checking out a set of fingertip bruises on my hips that include tiny little pinpricks from his claws. My dick immediately swells at the sight and memory of his hands holding me tight as he pounded into me. “I’m going to have to figure out how to keep him forever, because I’m fully ruined for every other man on this planet,” I tell my reflection.
He grimaces at me, and I get it. Who would want to keep me? Well, besides my uncle. He was quick and determined to keep me when my mother abandoned me, but I don’t think he counts. He’d wanted a child since he was much younger, and my mother’s choices gave him the opportunity to live his dream. I was lucky I had an uncle that wanted kids. So far, no one else seems to think I’ve been worth keeping.
“Don’t look at me like that. I could be someone’s forever. The cards seem to think I’m on a path for new love, remember?” I whisper to myself. I don’t actually believe in predictive Tarot. I believe it’s a really good tool for self-reflection, but...
Well, Thoren says magic is real, and he keeps them in a pouch on his hip, so maybe I’m wrong about Tarot? Although that might be wishful thinking too.
“Gah, my brain’s a mess. Shower, find some clothes, and walk out with dignity, in that order,” I tell myself and jump out of my skin when Thoren knocks on the door.
I step over and unlock the door, opening it a crack. “I’m going to shower,” I tell him in no uncertain terms, just to make sure he’s not going to kick me out before I get cleaned up.
His smirk turns wicked as he pushes the door wide. “Sounds lovely. My shower’s big enough for both of us.”
I glance over my shoulder at the open walk in. There isn’t a curtain, but the part where the water comes out is around a tiled wall, and I’ve never been in it, so I don’t know how big it is beyond the wall. “Oh, ok—aaaay!” I squeal as his warm hand wraps around my hard cock and he squeezes.
“Good toy,” he rumbles, pushing into the bathroom and forcing me to back up with his grip on me.
A shudder of arousal runs through me at the braingasm caused by his praise. Who knew I wanted to be called a good toy all this time? It’s like an off-switch for my self-doubt. Who thinks Thoren doesn’t want to keep me when he tells me I’m a good toy for him? Not me. Thoren takes care of his toys; I know because I’m not even a little sore after the absolute pounding he gave me earlier.
Thoren leads me past the sink to the shower, hitting a button on the side I hadn’t noticed that turns on the shower. As the water warms up, he leans in close, pressing his mouth to mine. His tongue touches mine, and I feel it split down the middle. Both sides of his tongue caress mine, and it’s so fucking hot my balls draw up like I’m about to come. From a kiss. Shudder. Monster fucking is the best.
Thoren pulls back, and I chase after his mouth until his hand wraps around my neck and he pushes me backward into the steamy warmth of the shower. The hot water hits my back and Thoren stops me there, moving his hand from my cock to my ass and pushing my head back. I drop my head, wetting my hair in the waterfall.
