Simon
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
There are few other thoughts in my head besides the ones necessary for the total and complete domination of my sweet mate’s tender little cunt. I am not entirely human in this moment. But I am not animal either. I am the apex of the two forces, capable of following my instincts with unerring intensity.
She is soaked for me, her pussy releasing lubricating juices that will help my seed swim deep inside her. She is going to be bred tonight; under this full moon she is going to become the mother of my offspring. I will have it no other way.
What an adorably soft round ass she has. All the better to spank and turn bright red in between these harsh rutting thrusts that push the head of my cock all the way inside her. I will be delivering my cum right to her womb, and I will knot and it will stay there.
I like the little yelps of pain she makes when I punish her. I love the way she feels squeezing and milking my cock. She wants this as much as I do. She came all the way to the most dangerous of places to retrieve me so this could happen. My filthy little mate deserves a good, hard breeding as reward.
And that is precisely what she gets.
I cover her body with mine, push her down prone, and pound her pussy until I can hold back no longer. My cock sinks all the way to her cervix as my knot swells, and I know she is coming because of the way she cannot help but writhe beneath me, her clit grinding into the ground below as she takes her pleasure from being spread wide and filled with seed.
I hold her close in that animally intimate embrace, and together, we sleep until morning.
* * *
Lydia
I wake up perfectly sore. Every part of my body aches from the effort of being human, becoming animal, and then turning back to human just to be fucked to within an inch of my sanity. My poor pussy is still puffy from the rough creature’s ravaging.
Simon is fast asleep next to me. He looks entirely human now, back to the man I recognize, all the way down to the cock which is somehow… still hard? God. The testosterone in him must be through the roof.
He flickers an eye open as I move, then he reaches for me by the arm, pulls me on top of him, spreads my legs, and slowly slides his morning wood up inside me.
“Ow,” I moan.
“Shhh,” he says. “You can take this, baby.”
It’s so fucking hot to be made to take his cock. And I can take it. It’s rather like the hair of the dog that way. Wake up witha hangover? Have a drink. Wake up fuck drunk? Take another cock.
Both his big hands rest on my ass as he slowly pumps up inside me, taking me in a languid, intimate, romantic way. I rest my head on his chest and let him have me. He’s not hurting me, not much anyway. And the little aches and pains I have feel good somehow, being transmuted into the kind of pleasure you’re not supposed to want to have.
“You were a naughty girl,” he murmurs after a while.
“What? How?” I gasp as he taps my butt lightly.
“You took the formula I had stored in my apartment, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
He gives me a harder thrust that makes me yelp.
“You put your life at risk, didn’t you?”
I hesitate before answering this time, and he stills inside me, his cock throbbing in my pussy.
“…Yes? Ahhhhh!”
The first part is the admission. The second part is the sound I make as he pins my ass down on his cock and makes me take a flurry of rough thrusts that are designed to be punishing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders as I try to pull off him, but there’s no escaping this punishment. My pussy is being taught a lesson the only way it knows how.
“I wanted you to stay clear of the facility. I would have escaped myself in a matter of hours,” he says, slowing his thrusts again.
