Not waiting for a reply, I caught a peaked, red nipple with the flick of the tongue and a trick of the teeth. And I made her writhe.
Dancing as the ripples and waves rocked her on my invasive, hideous human cock, I made the show one worth remembering.
Of course, I added in some flair my bride would have never abided.
I came. She gaped.
I had given her no climax even as her womb was assaulted with my spend.
Which drove doubt hard on the heels of a maiden’s stained morality.
Resting my forehead against hers, I whispered, “This was for show in honor of a wedding. Expected. It’s easier to rip off the band-aid.”
Her teeth went to my throat, because my words offended her to such a degree. It was utter reflex. Cornered prey fighting back… as she had done so many times. Yet fangless, she could do nothing.
I could do everything.
I could see all the men who had used her in this way. Noted their faces, their names, and made easy decisions on how to shuck their descendants into feeding pens. Bending the rules, I also empowered her in those memories, ripping the inborn church guilt away from a creature doing nothing more than trying to defend itself and succeeding.
The flesh on my neck parted, because I willed it to do so, and black blood more delightful than sin drenched the tongue of an angry woman.
She drank me, that sad human cock inside her, until her belly poked out. Falling back and panting with fullness.
This moment, she would not understand for some time. But it was the price she had to pay to see Jade wed.
For standing with me as wife in public.
For my love.
“Did I hurt you?”
Glassy-eyed, she stared at the stars, utterly ignoring my presence.
“If I had made you like it, that would have been wrong.” Why was I begging her to understand what had been on the agenda before time had been written? “This is not me.”
Cerulean eyes moved from vacancy to daggers. “And that is what makes it so horrid.”
My monstrous cock changed before the rest of me might stop it. Groaning in discomfort from the stretch, my bride’s hips wriggled to make room even as her body tried to remove me. “You refused the bath. You were ashamed of your breasts and how I enjoyed you. I knew public fucking would unnerve you, but your survival and acceptance require you to bend at least once to your heritage. I can make you forget this.”
Not that I would.
Drunk on my blood, she struck out with the tiniest, cutest little moon-white claws. My cheek was torn to shreds.
Really.
Down to the teeth and gums.
Another dollop of come burst forth unexpectedly for us both.
This must have been what the idea of heaven had been formed of.
“Do it again,” I begged. “Rip me to ribbons down to the bone.”
“No.” The weight of words she had never been able to speak in the past fell on me like boulders. “Get out of my body.”
Hips snapping back, I pulled out the recrafted, human dick as if it had been burned with acid.
And then she vanished.
My bride left me there at her own daughter’s wedding.
Shucking the fluids from my cock, I buttoned up the tatters of my demon-torn clothing, certain I was in more trouble than I anticipated. And that she should not tempt me with a chase.
Pearl had no idea how much I craved a hunt. But for the first time since the sky lost its stars at night thanks to the cities’ ambient light, I felt a twinge of fear.
She could be anywhere. And precious as they were, despite the time required to craft them, Pearls were delicate.
Chapter Eighteen
Pearl
I should have known. This is where all men, or monsters, left things. With their seed inside me and my pride crushed. Yet this time, I had taken my innate foolishness past the pale. I had appreciated the monster. Not because he called me pretty or had given my pretty things. Because he had seemed to listen. I thought it was me he saw.
Not my tits.
Not my face.
Not the things I might do with my mouth or the way the place between my legs might sate him.
And though it had only been a blip of time, considering… considering the decades it had taken me to walk from California to the East Coast. It had been, what? A month? Maybe three?
Half a year?
Ten years?
Who could tell how time passed when most of it was spent lost in the huge black hole of my mind?
He had seemed so hideously kind. Ugly, grotesque in his mercy poured on my wounds. Care.
For a thing like me.
And ultimately, he had been no different from any other man who had pushed me down and thrust in.
No different than the demon who had kept me for a pet in a stone box. I was still a pet, just with better surroundings.