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Chapter

Nine

Erin

“ N ot so eager to run now, are you?” the monster growls, pressing the tip of his cock against me and making me mewl at the sensation.

Eager to run? No.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I say through gritted teeth. I curl my fingers into the soft ground.

“A brave thing to say. Brave and foolish .”

A chuckle rumbles in his chest and he surges forward, burying the head inside. I whimper at the stretch, but my pussy has a mind of her own. She conforms, pulses, wraps around him and clamps down like she wants to suck him dry. I might be a little conflicted, but she’s made her choice.

Traitorous bitch.

I’m sopping wet and aching for him to slide all the way home no matter how much it might hurt. Christ, that cock. It’s huge. I force myself to meet his gaze.

The glowing orbs of his eyes take on a darker hue of red.

“Better you learn to submit now,” he says, pressing further inside me. “You’re my pet. I’ll do what I please with you, with or without your permission. Including fucking you.”

I squeak at those words, the air in my lungs coming out in a strangled breath. His hand comes up around my throat, squeezing as he thrusts his hips forward, burying everything but the knot at the base inside me.

Shit .

He’s too big. Too girthy for me to take him comfortably inside of me. The fur of his hips tickles my bare skin as I stretch to accommodate him.

The moan that escapes my lips hardly sounds like me: needy, desperate. I want more, and I roll my hips up to meet him as my eyes flutter closed. I don’t know what else the Grim has in store for me, but I want it all. I’m at his mercy, my body calling for more.

Why has he stopped? To give me time to adjust?

His hand squeezes my neck.

I want to be licked, sucked, fucked, devoured . I can’t remember ever feeling like this before, this charged. Not with any of my exes for sure.

Is it the wrongness of this that makes it so hot?

My mind fractures as he withdraws and slams inside again quickly, a guttural noise erupting from his throat every time he buries his cock in me. I pant breathily through every stroke. My mind is cartwheeling out of control as my body is flooded with an animalistic pleasure, and I grab at the ground for anything to brace myself with as he plows into me repeatedly.

Fucking me senseless.

Pain and pleasure mingle together and I can’t move. I can’t wrap my legs around him because my pants are still wrapped around my ankles.

He’s deep enough without adjusting the position.

His hot breath fans across my cheeks and I turn my head away, tears of pleasure pricking the corner of my eyes through every harsh, punishing slap of his body against me.

I reach up to squeeze my breasts through my shirt, wondering what it would be like to feel his hot tongue flick over them , or how the sharpness of his claws would feel raked over each nipple. He must enjoy the show, because the growl in his chest grows louder, sending shivers skittering down my spine, and I chew on my bottom lip as he works his cock inside me.

Gods, I want more .

“You like this, little human? Knowing you are mine to use?”

No sooner does the thought cross my mind, he pulls his cock out of me abruptly and grabs my waist with one of his massive hands. In a swift motion, he flips me over onto my stomach and wrenches my hips up off the ground, forcing my knees to support my weight. The rough terrain bites into the tender skin of my hands and knees, but I quickly forget the pain as he lines himself up again.

“Knowing you are mine to destroy?”

Without warning, he pushes inside, thrusting so hard black dots flash before my eyes. I brace myself against the aching pleasure. He growls out into the night, and part of me worries that something is going to overhear us and come snooping, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, his claws dig into my hips, dragging me back against him with every thrust until I’m panting, gasping for air.

The girth of his cock, the length of it, is going to kill me.

He clamps down on me and leans over my back, using his hips to arch me almost off my knees from the force and the pressure.

I scream.

It’s too much, but it’s just enough. He fills every inch of space inside of me and then some, shifting into parts of my insides no human has touched.

I should say no.

I should tell him to stop when all I really want is for this to keep going. Not that he would.

He said I was his to claim, to use, to fuck. Nothing I can say or do will change his mind, but I should at least put up more of a fight.

But I can’t deny how much I enjoy being fucked by a monster.

Tension builds in my core, my pussy tightening around his girth as the climax builds, and as I fall over the edge, it clamps down around him. A groan tears from his lips, a true, almost-human groan that’s followed by his cock twitching inside me.

As though I wasn’t already filled to the brim with him, he arches forward even more, the knot at the base of his cock pressing against my opening until it’s sliding inside too. It burns as it stretches me past my limit, pleasure and pain blurring together into a cocktail of sensation that has me whimpering. My body begs for more as it’s still wracked by tiny spasms of pleasure, though I know logically there’s no more room for him.

Somehow, he manages to work the knot inside me, where it locks into place. It’s a strange sensation, and my insides feel like they’re going to combust.

A primal heat burns its way from my pussy up through my throat as I clamp down around him, another orgasm tearing through me, and his knot pulses and grows. With another growl, he comes inside me, the pressure from being filled by such an ample amount of cum almost too much for me to handle.

The warmth of those jets spreads through my core and touches every part of my body.

“There.” He grunts and leans down over me, bringing an arm up around my chest and pulling me to him as we breathe together, his knot keeping me in place. “Filthy little human.”

As the pheromones retreat and my thoughts clear, I become painfully aware of the sticks and rocks digging into my skin, the sensation of being stretched internally to my limits, and I wince. I want to move into a more comfortable position, but my pussy isn’t ready to let go of the Grim’s massive cock yet. It throbs gently on his knot, becoming more used to the feeling as the seconds tick by.

After several minutes that seem to stretch on forever, his knot deflates and he pulls his cock out, the evidence of our sexcapade dripping down the insides of my thighs onto the forest floor.

God I need a bath.

And as much as I thoroughly enjoyed being taken here, I need to get out.

Do I want to leave?

“Okay, you got what you wanted,” I say, as though it wasn’t exactly what I wanted too. “Now, please, let me go.”

“Let you go?”

He hesitates for a moment, his red eyes burning into me as I turn and snatch my leggings back up over my hips. His cum sticks to the fabric.

Though his facial expression doesn’t change, there’s something a little more relaxed about his posture. He gets to his feet slowly and I follow suit, staring at him and waiting for an answer.

“Even if I wanted to, it’s impossible,” he finally replies, making my stomach pitch toward the ground. “The portal is closed.”

I spin around frantically, looking for the glimmer of light I saw earlier, however, there’s nothing but darkness in any direction. My stomach twists, and I think I might be sick.

There’s no sign of the portal. It’s gone.

“What? No,” I gasp, spinning around on the spot and looking in every direction for a glimmer of light in case I got disoriented as I was tossed around. Still, I see nothing.

I had been so close to getting home, only a few more steps and I would have made it. Instead, I tripped at the finish line and doomed myself to being stuck here in this monster realm. I did it to myself. My twisted curiosity trapped me.

A lump forms in my throat and I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling ashamed for wanting to ride the Grim’s cock like a rollercoaster. It cost me my freedom. It cost me everything .

“Come, my human,” he says, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

I should just tell him to kill me now. There’s no sense in prolonging my torture just for him to slit my throat later. There’s clearly no way I’m getting home now.

There’s no more hope.

No reason to cling to it.

Or he could leave me out here to die. I’m sure something would come along shortly and do the job for him. So why doesn’t he? Why doesn’t he snap my neck and get it over with, instead keeping me alive and taking me back to his house?

I feel defeated. Let down by myself and my urges and my inability to figure a way out of this. I’ve always been able to get myself out of dangerous situations, but it seems like this time, my experience isn’t enough to help me.

“Come,” he says again, this time sharper, and for some reason it makes my muscles snap to attention. I look up to find him waiting for me, halfway turned toward an invisible path through the trees and I step closer to him, completely uncertain of what it means.

All I know is that if I’m not going to die, the Grim is also my best chance for survival, and it makes more sense to go with him than to fight it. Besides, I’m exhausted, every bit of energy zapped from the events of the last several hours. I just want to crawl up in the nest of pelts back at his house and sleep forever.

Until I’m able to figure a way out of this, I’ll just have to trust that he’ll keep me alive until he gets tired of me. Not that I won’t mind the entertainment. My pussy throbs at the thought of him slamming into me again and I blush, sore and needy.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Some good monster dick and I’m already wanting more? Who am I?

Right.

I’m dead. That’s what I am.

I’m just counting down the minutes until it’s official.