He's still inside of me as I drift off to the soothing feel of his hands rubbing along my back.
When I wake up, it's to a throbbing pain in my forehead, and unfortunately, an empty pussy.
I groan out in pain and reach a hand toward it, startled when Drasuk speaks. "Careful, it's sharp."
My eyes pop open as my heart skips a beat.
"What is it?"
"Sharp, bony spikes. Just like Mar'cte had on his back."
I let out a snort. "Fucker didn't even try to use them on me. Ah, Manticorid is the best language."
With a push of my hands, I leverage myself up, figuring it's better to be upright if I want to avoid cutting a finger off with my new, unexpected shiny change.
I figured since Drasuk and I already boned... I snicker at my unintended pun, derailing my thoughts for a moment. We had sex, so why a change from someone else?
Oh, right. I guess I was trapped under the big red idiot while he bled all over me.
My fingers are shaking, this time with excitement, as I gently probe to figure out what I've got. Feels like two hard, bony plates on my forehead, covering my eyebrows. I can still move the muscles, but assume no one is going to see my snarky brow raises anymore.
Damn.
My fingers keep moving up past the ridge between them and they reach a row of spikes. He's right, the ends are wicked sharp and I assume there's some of my blood dripping down them by the time I count five of them.
Not a unicorn, then. Quinticorn?
I start snickering, which turns into a full on session of tears-in-eyes laughing.
When I take a breath, Drasuk breaks in. "I assume you like them. I hit one of those on Xar'Ar'ax with a metal blade and it did nothing."
"Fuck, yes," I growl out, turned on all over again.
I'm death walking, bitches, and I love it.
A glance over to him and the look of adoration and lust in his eyes and I realize I love him, too.
My smile drops instantly.
I do? Fuck!
I wait for the panic to rise, my body tense for it, but it doesn't. I feel... content.
Centered, grounded. I suddenly get why losing my father broke my mother.
Tears well up in my eyes when I realize something else. That I can finally forgive her for it.
"I understand now, Mom," I breath out in English, wanting this moment to myself. Just me and her, wherever she might be.
A smile lifts as I imagine the ass kicking she's likely doing there.
I focus back on Drasuk, who's looking at me intently, but doesn't pry, likely catching on that I'm feeling vulnerable, since he has that soft look he sometimes gets.
I'll keep it to myself, for now at least. I look forward to explaining to Drasuk just how much lighter I feel now that I've let go of the anger I didn't even realize I was holding.
And how he helped get me to that point.
Right now, I want more of that beautiful blue cock.
