I’ve never had one nightstands or hook-ups. And while I have been tempted, I’ve also feared what the guys might say when they saw the scars on my arm and leg. Here they don’t matter. The monsters wear their scars on the outside.
I glance over my shoulder. What caused his change? What has he done since he arrived here to have nothing left but his eyes?
His dick rubs against my pussy, teasing me like he is enjoying making me squirm. I move, needing more. His claws grip my hip, and his other hand slides around my throat.
“You’re mine now, Prey.” He thrusts into me, his thick dick stretching my pussy.
I gasp and the hand around my throat tightens enough for me to become aware that I am helpless. With each thrust he sinks deeper and every time I cry out, he squeezes my throat a little harder until I can only breathe when he lets me. My lungs burn and so does my pussy as he fucks me deeper than any man. He slams in hard, fully sheathed in my body. My eyes water with the need for air and from being so thoroughly stretched.
He eases his grip and I suck in a lungful of air.
“If you scream, you will draw others.” His claws prickle on my skin in warning. If I make a noise, he will cut off my air again.
I nod and this time he accepts it as an answer.
He withdraws from my body and my clit throbs. Is he done? As soon as the thought appears, he thrusts back in, sinking into me in one move. I can’t help but make a yelp, and he cuts it off before it’s even left my lips.
He fucks me hard, his heavy balls slapping against me.
Stars form across my vision, and the need to breathe and come burns in my blood. Then I’m falling, my body quaking as the climax tears through me and I can breathe again. But he’s not done. He shifts position and somehow buries himself deeper, each thrust threatens to send me sprawling into the mud. He pushes my head down so there is only a finger width between my lips and the dirt, and my ass is raised to him.
“That’s it, Prey. Offer yourself to me.”
I don’t have any choice. I couldn’t get up and run from him even if I wanted. He pounds into me, the hand around my throat flexes, reminding me who is in charge and the deal I have made.
His grip tightens, and he growls as he grinds into me. I feel his dick twitch as hot cum spills into me. The hand on my hip slides around to my clit and even though I can’t breathe, I come clenching around his dick, milking him like I want to be filled with monster cum.
When he removes his hand, I draw in several quick breaths, expecting him to stop me again, but he doesn’t. However, I don’t dare move. I won’t pull away first, even though I’m aching in places that I didn’t know existed.
I have never been fucked like that, or come so easily.
I’m going to blame my desperate need to survive.
He pulls out and some of his cum slides down my inner thigh.
Humiliation makes my face burn afresh, but I don’t have time to hide as he jerks me upright by hair.
“We need to leave.” He pulls me to my feet.
“Where are we going?” I scan the horizon, but there’s only jagged rocks and clawed trees.
He doesn’t meet my gaze as he tucks his dick into his loincloth. “Elsewhere.”
Then he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. He’s running before I can even demand to be put down.
6
Julie/Prey
This world looks nothing like the world I am from. The landscape is rocky and barren and littered with puddles. Some of them bubble like a pot on the boil, and others are as still and clear as glass. Each one has its own personality.
I lift my head, but I can’t tell which puddle I was dragged out of. What was it like before I made a mess of it? Was it crisp and clear and rimmed with frost like the one we just passed, or a bubbling geyser about to erupt?
From over Horn’s shoulder—Horn is what I’m calling him since I don’t know his name—I see someone darting across the rough and jagged landscape. Are they following us?
“Stop wriggling.” He punctuates his words with the prick of his claws in my ass.
I freeze, but the other person, the monster I realize, is gaining. He runs on four legs, not two, leaving his arms free to wield some kind of weapon. Dread balls in my gut. If he catches us, it is not going to end well.