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FREYDIS

Several weeks later

I ’d been in my head for what seemed like forever. The trauma from living the life I had refusing to let me trust that I could ever be genuinely happy.

But I felt myself growing closer to Marrex with each passing day. And I could actually tell my resolve was fading, my weakness—no, my hope and desire for more out of life than running from it taking control.

I didn't know what it meant or how it would end, but I knew I wanted to try and see how far things would go.

Today, I’d watched Marrex fly for hours, and when he returned with a fresh kill, he prepared us a meal while I played—yes, relaxed enough to actually play and splash around—in the natural pool. I wasn’t shy any longer and didn't hide my nudity. He’d seen every single inch of me at this point.

Now, it was evening, and we both lay beneath the heavy furs. I was still and pliant while Marrex’s big hands roamed over my body. His touch was gentle but consuming, and with each passing second, it was clear his need grew.

He explored my skin until his claws deliberately scraped along my flesh, leaving tiny, burning cuts. I gasped as the sting of fresh wounds mingled with an odd, intoxicating pleasure.

Leaning closer, Marrex trailed his tongue—one that was as silvery-colored as the rest of his body—over those sensitive, delicate wounds. He groaned, savoring the taste of my blood.

In that charged moment, I felt every mark he etched into my skin as an arousing reminder of his impending claim and a dark, irresistible promise of what was to come.

I stopped fighting then, mainly mentally, since I’d already been giving myself over in this way for a month. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or a deep, hidden need that I couldn’t ignore any longer, something inside me gave in. In that moment, I felt my body surrender to forces bigger than my will.

Every time his rough, inhuman hands found my skin, I trembled—not from fear but from a desperate hunger that I knew only Marrex could sate. Any uncertainty I had crumbled under the weight of an obscene longing I’d never felt before.

Marrex, despite everything monstrous about him, treated my body like the most cherished and sacred thing on earth. He worshipped me with every touch, tracing his claws over the new curves and softness of my body… a body he molded and was now solely his. And with every cut he gave me, he’d lick away the blood that formed, taking a piece of me into himself forever.

I closed my eyes when he rubbed his horns over my curves, positioning himself on top of me so he could cover me fully. Sliding down my body, Marrex scraped his fangs along my inner thighs, dragging a gasp from my lips. I moaned in pleasure, my pussy soaked for my monster.

My monster.

He rose back up, his thickly corded and muscular forearms caging me in. I shuddered in desire and need. I ached in erotic submission.

“So soft. So pretty.” He spoke in low, measured tones, his words then morphing and unintelligible to me as he growled in his language. He marked me, claimed me in ways that no other creature ever would.

They were a promise—a warning to anyone and everything else of what would happen if they came too close to me.

For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to be vulnerable as I fully surrendered.

“You’re trembling,” he growled, his deep voice rumbling through the cave despite it being low and intimate.

His clawed hand brushed over my arm, the sharp tips grazing my skin, no doubt leaving behind faint pink lines that made me shiver. I didn’t answer. What could I say? I was too weak with my arousal to even think clearly.

“Do I frighten you, Freydis?”

I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat as I let his question sink deeper into me.

His towering frame loomed over me, his silvery-gray skin seeming to glisten in the flickering light of the fire and the shimmer of the moonlight.

His black horns curved almost menacingly from his skull, but I remembered how he had rubbed them all along my inner thighs and pussy, so softly, bringing forth nothing but pleasure. I could smell myself on them, see the wetness smeared over them from my arousal. It was like I had marked him .

His massive wings stretched out wide, casting more shadows that danced across the cave walls. His now glowing eyes bore into mine, unblinking, waiting for my answer.

“No,” I finally answered, that lone word honest. “Not… not anymore… Marrex.”

His whole body shuddered, as if hearing me say his name was an aphrodisiac.

His hand moved to cup my face, so big that it was hard not to feel tiny, minuscule, in his presence. I leaned into his touch, my heart racing, because this felt so good.

It feels so right.

“That pleases me, my female,” he purred, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He was careful not to cut me with his claw. “Because tonight, I’m going to claim you completely.”

I felt a warmth spread through me. His words were final. Every night, he touched me, teased me, drove me to the edge of insanity with his fangs, claws, and horns, but he had never penetrated me, never taken me over the edge. No matter how much I’d begged him to with the silent pleas of my body’s reactions and my unhindered moans.

But tonight was different. Tonight, there would be no turning back.

The softness of the furs contrasted with the hardness of his massive body. His gaze was consumed with every detail of my body.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. I gasped, my back arching as that small sensation sent sparks of pleasure through me.

Marrex extended his wings and curled them around us, blocking out all light so the only illumination came from his eyes.

“Touch me,” he demanded quietly, and my fingers found the membrane of his wings.

I marveled at the texture. “You’re so soft,” I murmured.

“You’re softer,” he groaned and closed his eyes, his hard body shaking as if my small touch ignited something primal in him. “So fragile. But you’re mine, Freydis. Mine in all ways.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples hardening until they ached, and my pussy became even more drenched than it had been already.

With my other hand, I reached up, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool surface of one of his horns. He growled low in his throat, a sound that was almost a purr, and tipped his head into my touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my fingers exploring the curve of his horn while my other hand traced the veins in his wing.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he caught my wrist in his hand, his grip firm but not painful, and guided my hand lower to the smooth, hard bare skin of his chest.

Right over his heart.

The beat was strong beneath my palm, his body heat seeping into me, warming me to my core. There was no ignoring or denying his strength and how it made up every inch of his powerful body.

I could tell how even the lightest touch I gave him affected Marrex deeply. I ran my hands over his muscular chest, feeling the hard planes and the way his muscles flexed beneath my palm.

Although I’d never been with a man—thankfully always escaping before being forced in that way—I knew how they were formed. Marrex was very similarly made, but he was also different in just as many ways.

And he wants me as his alone.

He leaned back to look at my bare breasts, which were fuller than they had ever been. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with primal need. “So pretty, Freydis.”

He leaned down, his fangs grazing my throat as he kissed a trail of fire down my neck, over my collarbone, and stopped at the swell of my breast.

I was burning alive. I moaned as I tangled my hands in his short, black hair. He dragged his tongue over my nipple, teasing it to a harder peak.

“Marrex,” I moaned. “More,” begged my voice, which was barely a whisper.

He growled again, a sound so animalistic it sent a thrill through me. With my eyes closed, I just… felt. His hands moved lower, his claws lightly scratching my thighs as he spread my legs as wide as they would go.

He nestled between them, the hard, hot length of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy. He slid up and down between my folds, teasing me, enjoying the easy glide in my juices. The humming knots along his shaft made my eyes roll back in my head as each one bumped along my clit.

I felt exposed and vulnerable but also… safe and protected.

As if he read my mind, Marrex growled, “I will never hurt you.”

I could only pant my affirmation.

He shifted, moving his body lower, kissing my breasts, then tracing his tongue down to my stomach and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I shuddered, and before I could stop myself, I lifted my hips in invitation.

My monster nipped at my flesh, his fangs leaving burning marks of pleasure. He dragged his tongue over them, soothing the pain and making it feel even better.

I wanted to beg for more but couldn’t find my voice. Instead, I gripped the furs beneath me and let Marrex have his way.

“You smell so good. So ripe and perfect.” He looked up at me, his eyes still glowing, his wings still surrounding us and creating a curtain of privacy. “I’m going to lick this little virgin human pussy until you come all over my face.”

I gasped when his tongue found my core. I cried out, my back arching off the pallet as he licked upward through my slit. He made slow, deliberate strokes around my clit, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my cunt and down my legs.

His tongue was thick and rough, not at all like how a human tongue was. It sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I knew I’d go over that mysterious edge before I could grapple with the sensations.

His massive frame was now wedged between my splayed thighs, his warm breath causing me to rock my hips back and forth in the most instinctive of ways.

I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how it was unlike anything I had ever seen. The length, massive and thick, and those pulsing ridges lining its edges like they had a life of their own.

I was lost in ecstasy as Marrex dragged his coarse tongue through my folds repeatedly, sucking on my clit, pushing the muscle into my little pussy hole.

And when he rose. Folding his wings behind him so they were flush with his bare back, I knew what was to come.

Marrex grabbed his cock, and right in front of me, that smaller appendage right above his cock became more erect and pronounced. I couldn’t imagine what it was used for, but I didn’t think it was just for decoration.

He said nothing as he notched his thick crown at my sopping-wet entrance. While holding his glowing gaze with my no doubt wide-eyed stare, he entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I had a firm hold on the furs beneath me as I braced for the penetration. He tore through my hymen with ease as I only gave a little whimper—the pain nothing compared to what I’d endured my entire life up until meeting this beautiful monster. And when he was balls-deep in me, I sucked in a shuddering breath at how gloriously full I was.

“So tight,” he snarled. “So wet and hot.”

I gasped when the ridges of his cock rubbed against my inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Marrex leaned in and kissed me, careful with his razor-sharp fangs as he fucked me.

He began to thrust, each movement driving me closer to an explosion I’d heard about but never experienced before, especially when he dug his claws into my hips.

“Say you’re mine. That you’ll forever give yourself to me.”

I would have told him anything in that moment just so he wouldn’t stop. But the words lodged themselves in my throat, and all I could do was moan.

Marrex dragged his tongue over my cheek and along my jaw, before scraping his fangs along my neck. My body arched to meet his.

“I’ve waited my entire existence for this moment,” he growled against the side of my throat. “Just wait for my succa ,” he breathed, and I didn’t know what he meant until… I felt it.

That appendage above his massive cock suddenly pressed against my clit, rubbing me until I was ultra-sensitive. And then it latched onto that swollen bundle of flesh, encircling it and suctioning tight. All the while, Marrex kept fucking me. He kept thrusting in and out of my unused pussy at the same time his succa sucked on my clit.

I cried out, as the sensations were almost too much to take. It was an overload of pleasure.

“There’s more,” he growled, panting, and then plowed harder and faster.

And that’s when I found out what he meant. Because while his appendage sucked and massaged my clit, those ridges lining his cock started to vibrate with intensity.

I screamed, as what I could only assume was my very first orgasm crashed over me, my body convulsing while pleasure exploded through me.

“Oh God!” I cried out like a wounded animal, but the way Marrex groaned in reaction made it seem as if I sounded like a siren calling out to lost sailors.

I clutched his horns as he continued to torment me with his mouth, his big cock, and that wicked inhuman appendage.

And the entire time, Marrex didn’t stop, not even when I begged him to, not even when my body shook with the force of my pleasure.

He kissed me deeply, drinking in every sound I made, taking it into himself. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me, like he never would.

His succa sucked my clit harder, and his cock vibrated more intensely. I came again, my body a trembling, boneless mess.

He pulled away, his glowing eyes filled with primal need. “Are you ready for all of me, Freydis?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes!” I screamed out my acceptance.

“Mine!” he roared, his voice fierce with possession as he pistoned in and out of me, his darkly beautiful face a mask of concentration as he focused on his own pleasure.

“Yes, my monster. I’m yours,” I whispered, my hands clutching at his back, right under his wings, so I could dig my nails into his flesh.

He drove into me with relentless intensity, his cock hitting spots I didn’t even know I had. I could feel the tension building inside of me again, winding tighter and tighter until… it snapped. And once again, I was lost in a world of ecstasy that seemed to have no end.

Marrex roared out in his native tongue as his body violently convulsed, his wings flaring out from his back, fluttering with small vibrations. For a moment, I thought he might sweep us up in flight while still locked together as one. But instead, he followed me over the edge in orgasm, his cock pulsing inside me, his claws tightening on my hips. I felt him explode inside of me, his cum hot and thick and so abundant that it squirted from where we were connected, around his cock and out of my pussy.

When he was fully sated, he stilled, his dick still inside of me, throbbing, vibrating. His succa was still latched around my clit, but now, the suction lessened. Yet I couldn’t think straight.

For a moment, we lay there, our bodies still locked together, our breaths mingling in the cool air of the cave.

After what seemed like a long time, Marrex finally pulled out of me, a shudder leaving me at the sudden emptiness I felt.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he lay down beside me and pulled me into the powerful embrace of his arms. He shifted slightly so his wings folded around us, cocooning us in his unearthly warmth.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. It seemed at war with the danger he exuded.

“Yes,” I whispered, so sure that this was where my life was meant to be had. There was confusion, of course, this strangeness that I could accept this life so easily. But I’d always relied on instinct. And right now, it said yes to everything Marrex offered.

I rested my head against his chest as he curled his big, warm body against mine. His skin was damp from claiming me—the same as mine—and I closed my eyes and just relaxed against him.

I listened—and felt—the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

He reached up, his claws brushing lightly against my cheek. I tipped my head up to look at him, the glow of his eyes now dimming but the predatory passion was still etched in his face.

“Again, Freydis,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I want more. All night.”

I shivered, my body still humming with satiation, but I nodded, because I knew I would never refuse him.

Not now. Not ever.