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Phantom

N at gave us a ride in his huge shehru car. It didn’t have seats in the front, allowing his snake body to fit in there, and I sat in the back with my girl in my lap. She nodded off pretty much immediately. When Nat tried to say something, I shushed him so he wouldn’t wake her up.

“Congratulations,” he whispered after we arrived at my place and I gathered her in my arms to carry her inside. “When you piss her off and need couples therapy, call me. I can fit you in next week.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. My baby stirred in my arms, and I decided her sleep was more important than telling Nat where he could stick his offer.

We were perfect together, me and her. We would make it work.

Up in my place, which I had thankfully cleaned up after Nat pulled me out of my funk a week ago, I laid my pretty doll in the middle of my bed. Her dress was so white against the black sheets, and for a moment, I just stood there and stared at her. It didn’t even matter that she hadn’t originally put this dress on for me, because I was the one who ended up marrying her.

After I’d looked my fill, I took off her shoes, smiling when I saw the pink nail polish on her toes. Then I grabbed my knife and carefully cut the dress open so she’d be more comfortable. She had on modest lingerie, simple and white like her dress. It still made my breath hitch with want.

I tucked her in and went to shower, packing my destroyed clothes into a trash bag to get rid of later. Once I was clean, I did my rounds, making sure the security system was on and the steel front door well locked. My windows were fitted with bulletproof glass, and I made sure they were all closed.

My apartment was a fortress since this was the place where I slept, and I’d never been more grateful for all the work I put into securing it than now. Because the most precious person in the world would now live here, and I would do anything to keep her safe.

I hung my towel out to dry and slid into bed with her, naked and unarmored, spooning my baby from behind. With the scent of her hair in my nose, tinged with smoke but still lovely, I finally fell asleep after weeks of staying awake.

When I woke up, it was night, and a faint sound of running water came in from the bathroom. I sat bolt upright, knowing at once she wasn’t in bed with me. I followed the sounds, opening the bathroom door to find the space fogged up with hot steam.

My cock filled out, and I grinned, closing the door without making a sound. My doll sighed audibly, unaware of my presence. I opened the glass shower door and came in just as she tipped her head back, letting the hot water rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her eyes were closed.

I didn’t speak, just grabbed her waist and pressed in, flattening her front against the wet tiles. She gasped in shock, and I grabbed her hair, tipping her head to the side so she’d see it was me.

“Now, love. Since I have you to myself, let’s make something clear.”

She relaxed when she heard my voice, her trust melting me a little, but not much. I was furious with her for how she handled everything, and now that I knew we were both safe, that fury rose to the forefront. I wasn’t going to hurt her—I’d never do that—but she needed to be taught a lesson.

I grabbed her hip, angling her ass back, and slowly slid inside her hot little pussy. She moaned in pleasure, and I gritted my teeth, holding on to my fury while my brain tried to shut off everything and focus on the bliss that was her. My girl was so tight and sweet. Perfect for me.

Letting go of her hair, I braced my hand against the tiles, widening my stance.

“Don’t sacrifice yourself for me ever again,” I growled, thrusting balls deep.

She cried out, her eyes slamming shut, and I put my arm around her waist to hold her close when she started to wiggle.

“Don’t ever again reject me for bullshit reasons,” I bit out, thrusting again so hard, her entire body jolted with the force.

“Fucking talk to me, love!” I thrust, building up a reckless rhythm.

Her hands slid helplessly against the tiles in search for purchase as she moaned, her muscles clenching around me until I saw stars. I pounded her hard, gritting out profanities, until she came with a hoarse scream, shaking in my hold.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t fix it!” I roared, slamming so deep, she made a low, broken noise. I stilled, breathing hard, and pressed my forehead to the back of her head.

“Do you understand?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

I pulled back slowly and thrust back in, fucking my girl until she was moaning constantly, hot water cascading down our bodies. I pinched her clit, making her shudder, while my hips snapped back and forth. I got lost in the rhythm, the slap of our bodies becoming the perfect music.

“Good doll,” I grunted, when she came again, the piercings on my dick doing the job. “I’ll make you come so many times, you’ll never do it again. You’ll be good and let me handle all the fucking problems that come our way.”

She tried to nod, but her strength was flagging, her legs shaking after coming twice. I pressed her harder against the wall and sped up, working her clit hard. She whimpered and mewled in overstimulated pleasure, but I didn’t relent until she drenched my dick the third time, coming all over it like my good girl.

“That’s right,” I bit out, my vision pink and red while my balls wrenched up, ready to shoot. “You come for me. You listen to me. You let me handle your shit.”

“Yes,” she wept, and that was enough.

I went in as deep as I could, hot and cold waves crashing down my spine. My cock bucked and shot my load, everything that I had stored up all for her. When my orgasm crashed through me and I could breathe again, I pressed into her, still inside my gorgeous doll that shook between me an the wall.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore,” I whispered in her ear, making her gasp. “I couldn’t even fuck my hand after what you did to me. I was in pieces, baby. Now that you’re here, you’ll make it up to me.”

She nodded once, gasping brokenly. I nuzzled the side of her face, my cock twitching inside her. I was ready to go again.

“And I’ll make it up to you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t stay and push you harder to learn what was really the matter,” I murmured, my chest growing hot with guilt.

It was her fault for trying to save me on her sick mother’s terms, yes, but it was my fault, too.

“I should have had more trust in you.” My voice broke as my eyes turned hot. “I should have realized you were lying. I should have stayed. I’m sorry.”

I swallowed the stupid, disgusting tears, and she shook her head, reaching up to lay her palm on my hand still bracing against the wall.

“No, I wanted you to go,” she said, her voice hitching. “I wanted you to be safe.”

When I pulled out of her, she gasped, her pussy clutching me like it wanted me to stay. I put my hands on her hips and coaxed her to turn. When her huge, vulnerable eyes met mine, the last of my anger melted, and I hung my head in remorse.

“You did your best,” I admitted. “Don’t do it again, but… Thank you. My beautiful, brave girl. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Before she could answer, I dropped to my knees, the water from the shower beating against my skull. I took her knee and put it over my shoulder, diving in to eat my girl with all I had in me. She tasted like us, her cum and mine mixing into perfection. I licked her slowly from ass to clit, savoring the small, needy whimpers she released as she clutched the back of my head to herself.

This was my place, right here. At her feet. Maybe she didn’t know it yet, because I liked to order her around, but I was her servant. The stupid instincts that drove my species got somehow rewired in my brain. Her enemies were my enemies now, her needs—my needs. My girl would never be hungry, sad, unfucked.

Not if I could help it.

Her legs shook as she moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the bathroom. I thrust my tongue into her, unfurling it to its full length, and fucked her with it while my fingers worked her greedy clit. Soon, she shattered into another orgasm, howling long and deep. I licked her clean and got up, holding her when it seemed like she’d fall.

“Good, baby?” I asked, studying her soft, flushed face.

She nodded, turning her dreamy eyes on me. I shut off the water and carried her out, letting her stand on my soft bathroom mat. I grabbed my towel and dried her carefully, making sure not to pull on her hair. She let me, my doll pliant and relaxed, and when she was dry, I carried her into bed.

“Can I fuck you when you’re asleep?” I asked in between little, eager licks down her jaw and throat.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Are you sore? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry?”

She shook her head, and I rumbled in pleasure, settling between her legs. I thrust in, coming back home. She gasped and looked at me, her brows slightly furrowed.

I froze. “What? What do you need?”

She shook her head. “Later. Fuck me, please.”

I growled, pulling out. She pouted, and I nuzzled her cheek, wrapping my fingers lightly around her throat.

“What do you need? Tell me right now, you naughty girl.”

She exhaled in frustration, then smiled, shaking with silent laughter. “Just water. But it can wait.”

“No, it damn well can’t.”

I bounded out of bed and went to the kitchen, my hard cock leading the way. I grabbed one bottle from the fridge and one from the cupboard, in case she didn’t want to drink cold water, and went back to bed. My baby gave me that radiant, happy smile I so loved and drank while I watched her with pleasure, my cock still hard, because she was so beautiful, so hot, so mine.

“Okay, I don’t need anything else. Promise.”

She lay back, stretching her arms up. I grinned, using that opportunity to press her wrists into the mattress. She opened her legs for me, and I let myself inside her, where it was warm and perfect. Where I was welcome.

“You have no idea how I love having you here,” I murmured, moving with slow reverence, my coveted abomination cock pleasing my girl in all the right places. “You look so good in my bed and under me. You’ll look even better when I bend you over the kitchen table tomorrow. And spread you open on my couch to eat you out.”

She moaned, writhing to meet my thrusts, and I let go of her wrists to tangle my fingers with hers.

It was time to accept it. I was the handholding type.

“You’ll look amazing grocery shopping by my side, sitting with me in the cinema, and fuck, I can’t wait to take you to the shooting range. Every time you have ballet practice, I’ll kidnap you right after and fuck you good while you’re still sweaty and hot. You’re my catnip, baby. You’re all I need.”

She closed her eyes, her face tightening as she squeezed me with her drawn out orgasm. I fucked her leisurely, her thighs trembling until she raised her legs with effort, wrapping them around me. Her eyes popped open and she stared at my face, breathing hard.

“Every day, you’ll leave the house with my cum dripping out of you,” I murmured reverently, my dick twitching in pleasure as I thrust deep. “And, fuck, I want you on your knees, worshipping my cock while I watch a game. Would you do that for me? Would you dress all in pink and please your husband this way?”

“God, yes,” she breathed, clutching my hand hard as her eyelids fluttered in pleasure.

“Such a good, perfect doll,” I praised her, speeding up to bring her to another orgasm.

By the time I finished inside her, she came two more times and couldn’t keep her eyes open. I pulled out, turning her half-asleep form until she was on her side, and settled in behind her, sliding my cock back in. When she murmured sleepily, I stroked her blonde hair with my dark fingers, shushing her in reassurance.

“Sleep, baby. I just need to be inside you. Nothing more.”

She drifted off, trusting me completely, and I held her close until sleep took me, too.

I woke up a little before noon. I was still hard, still inside my doll, and she slept soundly, her breathing slow and deep. Her sweet pussy hugged me tightly, but sometime during the night, I’d slid partly out of her, so I thrust instinctively to bury my whole length in her.

“Fuck,” I murmured, jerking inside her.

She didn’t move, sleeping like a log, and good for her. My baby was tired, but I was horny. Good thing I didn’t need her awake for that.

“Such a good baby doll,” I whispered, fucking her in long, easy thrusts. “Letting me have her when I want. Letting me fuck this gorgeous body.”

I grabbed her tit, gently flicking her nipple. She murmured softly but didn’t wake, and I buried my face in her hair and inhaled, taking my wife to sate my lust.

“Only you,” I promised her, even though she couldn’t hear me. “I’ll forever fuck only you. Love only you. My sweet girl. I love your tight pussy. So good. Hope you’re having nice, pink dreams right about now, while your abomination man uses your sweet body.”

She stirred with a muffled moan, arching into me. I pinched her nipple harder and sped up, deciding to wake her up with an orgasm. My doll deserved all the pleasure in the world.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled, my hips flexing with helpless need. “Love the way you take me. So good. Such a pretty girl.”

Her muscles tightened around me, pulsing with an orgasm while she whined. I sped up, licking a path up her neck. She reached back to hold onto my hip, and I knew she was awake as I pounded into her until I came, my baby taking every drop.

“I love you,” I murmured into her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered, taking my hand to kiss my knuckles.

I stayed inside her until her stomach growled, making me shoot out of bed. She protested, but I was helpless to resist the instinct to take care of her. It was stronger than me, and so I dressed in record time and sprinted to the nearest café, tipping as much as the coffee cost in the hopes of making the barista rush my order. I grabbed her muffins, sandwiches, and cookies, and was back in the apartment in under ten minutes.

My baby smiled after I fed her, and then I fucked her again, making an excellent start to the first day of our life together.