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Chapter Eight

T he next day, the moment I get out of bed, I’m hurting again.

This sucks. I wish I hadn’t been so overeager last night. I hurried us, and now the mistake rests on me. I should have known he’d be too big—I’m human and he’s an ogre. Of course we aren’t made to fit together.

That troubling thought follows me as I hobble out into the living room to find Egorr making breakfast. I thought he would be gone at the office today, so I’m pleased to see him.

He turns around when I appear and a big smile takes over his face.

“Maddie!” He’s about to throw his arms around me, but pauses before touching me. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” I don’t want to worry him even more, so I put on a happy face. “It hurts a little, but I’m okay.”

When I lean into his chest, Egorr hugs me tight. He feels so good and warm that I don’t want to let him go.

“Weren’t you supposed to go into the office today?” I ask, still buried in him.

“I took the morning off and made a call. Doctor’s appointment is at eleven. They were able to squeeze us in.”

I shudder. I don’t want to visit a doctor about this—it’s humiliating.

“Do we have to?” I whine, finally pulling away.

But Egorr’s voice is surprisingly firm. “Yes. We need to know if it’s serious, and how we can help you heal better.” Then his hand trails down and squeezes my butt. “The faster you heal, the sooner we can try again. Right?”

I sigh, which blows a lock of hair away from my face. “Fine. I’ll go.” He already knows exactly which of my buttons to push to get what he wants. Of course I want to try again. I want to show him that we can fit, if we just work at it.

Egorr leans down to kiss my forehead, then realizes the bacon is burning and quickly hurries back to the stovetop to take it off. I sit at the small chair Egorr got for me, and he brings breakfast to the table.

Mornings here are the best.

“Sorry you’re missing work today,” I say, reaching across the table to rub the top of his big hand. He flips it over so he can twine our fingers together.

“It’s no problem. Really.”

Once we’ve eaten, we snuggle on the couch until it’s time to head to the doctor’s. I’m nervous as we get into the car, and I don’t look forward to explaining exactly how we ended up here.

Egorr glances at me as we drive. “I’ll be with you the whole time,” he says as we pull up to a red light, and he rubs my knee. “If you want that.”

I grip his hand. “Yes! Please don’t leave me.”

He chuckles and puts on the gas as the light turns green. “Don’t worry. I’ll never leave you.”

I don’t know if it’s what he intends, but I can almost hear forever behind his words, and it gives me more confidence for what lies ahead.

Finally, we’re in the doctor’s office. Egorr checks us in at the front desk, and then we sit down to wait.

The room is full of other monsters—a pregnant gargoyle, a swamp monster with a slimy swamp child, and on the far end, a large dragon who seems to have a cold. Every single one of them stares at us when Egorr wraps an arm around me, as if a mythical creature has stepped into their midst. I shrink back against his side, not used to all those eyes on me.

“It’s all right,” Egorr murmurs into my ear as he leans my head against his big chest.

I don’t think anyone is going to hurt me, but I like hiding in his side anyway so I can avoid their curious looks. Right now, I feel too vulnerable. Too human .

Finally, the nurse comes out and calls my name. She doesn’t hide her surprised expression as Egorr takes my hand and leads me through the door.

We’re deposited in one of the clinician rooms, and the nurse asks me to take off my pants and put on a hospital gown. Once I’m appropriately dressed, I lie down on the padded table. I already know this is going to be painfully awkward.

“Don’t worry.” Egorr rubs my hand where he sits beside the table. “I’m here.”

Eventually, the doctor joins us. She’s almost human-sized, but much taller thanks to her furry faun legs and black hooves. She has two small horns poking out of her hair, and a little tail flicks behind her as she introduces herself to us, shaking my hand and then Egorr’s.

“So tell me what happened,” she says, sitting down on a stool at the foot of the bed.

I swallow hard. “Well, I was a little too excited…”

“This is my fault,” Egorr interrupts. “I should have gone slower.”

I shoot him a chastising look, but he just shakes his head. I don’t want him to take this on himself, but I guess I can’t stop him now.

The faun doctor waves a hand at both of us. “It’s no one’s fault. These things happen.” She smiles at me. “Are you doing a trial marriage, then?”

I’m surprised by the personal question. “Yeah. I just moved in a few days ago.”

“Well, see? You couldn’t have known. This is all new to you.” She gently taps my knee. “Can you open your legs for me, Maddie? So I can take a look?”

I blush madly as I part my knees and let her peer under the hospital gown. She brings out a light and examines between my thighs, making a little hmm sound.

“A perineal tear,” she pronounces, sliding her stool back. She taps my knee once more. “You can close up.”

I press my legs back together with relief.

“What’s a perineal tear?” I ask. “What do we do about it?”

“It’s not major. No stitches required, if that’s what you were worried about.”

Oh, thank goodness. I don’t think I could manage through that.

The doctor takes off her gloves. “But it will take a little time to heal, probably four to six weeks.”

“ Weeks ?” I gape at her. “Really? But that’s such a long time!” I give Egorr a helpless look. I can’t wait a month or more, not with how painfully, wonderfully horny he makes me.

“You need to be fully healed before you try again. And… there are some things you can do to help it along.”

The doctor proceeds to outline the care instructions for us. “If it hurts, use an ice pack.” She types on her computer while she talks. “Sit in warm water three times a day, and use baby wipes when you go to the restroom. Walking and moderate exercise are fine, but avoid anything too strenuous, and don’t lift any heavy objects.”

“I can handle the lifting,” Egorr says with a wink.

“But really?” I ask, the pitch of my voice rising. “A whole month?”

The faun nods, her expression serious. “Otherwise you could reopen the wound. Let it rest.” She glances between us. “You’ll have to get creative in the meantime.”

I blush furiously at this suggestion, but Egorr just chuckles.

“I think we can do that,” he murmurs to me, and a sharp tingle races down my spine.

“But next time…” The doctor gives each of us a stern look. “Go slower. You may even consider a dilator so this doesn’t happen again in the future.”

I blink. “A dilator?”

“It’s a device that you can use daily to stretch your vagina.”

I cringe at the word. “Oh.”

I suppose that will help us be more prepared next time—but I’m disappointed that we’ll have to wait even longer. I wish I weren’t so small. Egorr probably didn’t have this problem with the bigfoot he dated before me.

“We’ll get one right away,” Egorr says, and when he smiles down at me, I just want to kiss his big lips. And then do even filthier things to him.

This is going to be a very long, very rough month.

* * *

Egorr drops me off at home, and I lean through the car window to kiss him hard before he pulls away to head to work for the afternoon.

As instructed, I fill the bathtub with warm water, then sit in it for a good twenty minutes. It hurts like a bitch at first, but eventually the water becomes soothing rather than irritating. Then I read a book for the rest of the day, already making a mental list of things Egorr and I can do outside of vaginal penetration to stave off my irrepressible needs.

I guess if this had to happen with anyone, I’m glad it happened with someone as kind and relaxed as Egorr. He wasn’t perturbed in the least by our appointment, and it brings me immense relief. This could have been monumentally awkward with anyone else.

But that doesn’t wipe away the disappointment—nor how inadequate I feel.

Finally, the door opens, and Egorr steps into the house. I’m so relieved to see him that I hop off the couch and throw myself at him, arms wide, even though it makes everything hurt. He chuckles as he brings me in for a hug, squeezing me against his big body, then leans down to kiss the top of my head.

“I’m happy to see you, too,” he says as I tilt my chin up toward him. He gives me a big fat kiss on my lips, which stirs up all that warm lust that’s been bubbling inside me since our failed attempt. I sink deeper into him, winding my arms around his neck and standing up on my toes so we can be even closer.

It only takes a few seconds of voraciously kissing for the bulge under his jeans to make itself known. Egorr’s hands roam my sides, over my hips, around my back and down to my ass. There he squeezes, and I let out a hum of pleasure into his mouth.

“Maddie,” he finally says, breaking away. “Are you hungry?”

The question takes me by surprise. “Well, yes.” I trail my hand down his belly to the lump between his thighs, and Egorr’s eyes fall closed. “For this.”

“But, dinner?—”

“Dinner can wait a few minutes, can’t it?” I stroke harder, and Egorr’s breath hitches. I search for the button on his jeans, and then the zipper before I tug them down. His cock is stretching the fabric of his boxers already, and it’s almost too big to be contained by them. I slide a finger under the band and pull those down, too, until that huge, green cock springs out, eagerly growing thicker in front of me.

When I wrap a hand around it, Egorr grunts.

“Maddie, you don’t have to do that,” he says, though his voice is strained as I steadily stroke him.

“Of course not.” I grin. “But I want to, more than anything.”

His eyes are wide as he nods. I get down on my knees, and they grow even bigger as I lean forward and bring him into my mouth.

He tastes salty and musky, perfectly male, and I groan with pleasure as I suck him in deeper. Egorr is panting as I slide him out again, my hand moving in tandem with my lips, and then sink him back into my mouth. His whole body jerks as I swallow more, then even more, until the soft head strikes the back of my throat.

His big hand settles around the back of my head. “Maddie,” he groans, and it’s utterly erotic that he makes that sound for me. “That’s incredible.”

I giggle against him, which vibrates my mouth around his cock, and Egorr lets out an even more tortured sound. While I’m sucking him like a lollipop, I venture downward with my other hand, exploring the heavy sac hanging beneath. I cup one of his balls in my palm and gently massage it.

Egorr reaches out and grabs the edge of the nearby desk. “Oh, shit, I’m going to?—”

That’s all it takes to send him over the edge. Warm fluid coats the inside of my mouth, filling it full before I have to start swallowing.

When I look up at Egorr, he’s gaping down at me.

“Wow.” He takes my hands to help me up to my feet, then wipes some of his cum away from my chin. “That was incredible.”

“Good. You taste amazing, and I love your moans.”

His green face turns an even darker, ruddier shade of green. “Oh. I’ve never… No one’s ever said that to me before.”

I head to the counter to get a towel to wipe off my face, while Egorr puts his pants back on.

“No, no,” I say, flapping a hand. “You’re home. Doesn’t that mean it’s sweatpants time?”

He shakes his head. “You said you hadn’t gone out to eat yet, right? So I thought that’s what we should do. Have a nice dinner, and then…” He bites his lip. “You know. Talk about what things we might want to do while you’re healing.”

I brighten immediately. “Do you mean sex things?”

I love Egorr’s booming laugh. “Yes, like that.” He nods to where our jackets are hanging on the wall by the door. “So? What do you think?”

“Going out sounds great.” I love how easy that is to say here in the real world. We get to do things like go out —whenever we want. “Let me put on something cuter, though? I thought we were going to stay in, so I’m not dressed up.”

Egorr grins widely as he makes himself comfortable in a chair. “Can’t wait to see it.”