Page 60 of Tenebrous

There's so much cum that it soaks me, but I don't care. I keep my mouth open and my eyes closed, swallowing down whatever I can catch until it feels like I'm drowning. There's a side of my brain that questions what the fuck I'm doing while the other side is maddeningly turned on at the way he forces me to take it.

Never in my life would I have guessed that I'd end up covered in gallons of monster cum while I orgasm a second time, entirely untouched, but here we are.

Orion chuffs when he's done before burying his face into my sticky neck. A choked laugh escapes me as I reach up to fucking wipe my eyes so that I can see through the mess he made. “Did that feel good?”

My monster grabs my legs to spread them, and without any warning, he fills me up with his cock in one thrust, all the way to the knot. A yelp bursts out of me when he rolls us over until I'm lying across his abs.

“Like this,” he grunts, shifting his shoulders on the ground to get comfortable.

Jesus. All my blood rushes south again. It almost hurts at how heavy my balls get. Why does being handled like a fucking sex doll turn me on so goddamn much?

Maybe because… Well, maybe because despite taking what he wants, Orion still seems to care about me. His arms wrap around my middle tightly as he hums, and the fire crackles around us. Warmth from his body nearly lulls me into sleep, but I force myself to stay awake for what feels like forever. Not yet. Not again. I won't let myself succumb.

Finally, his muscles go slack, followed by a slow, vibrating rumble that makes my stomach clench.

Tilting my head, I peek up to find his eyes closed, lips curved into a soft smile. Soft breaths leave his lungs, creating a low-frequency rhythm that almost sounds like… a purr.

He's purring.

The noise brings tears to my eyes.

“Orion,” I whisper, sitting up.

My monster only answers with a slight crease in his brow.

“I have to wash myself. Okay?”

When all I receive is another round of calm purrs, I lift myself off his cock as gently as possible. It slaps against his belly, still wet from my slick and when the chilly air hits his skin, Orion seems to grumble in his sleep. But he doesn’t wake.

I can only stand there and stare at him for a long while, trying not to cry. He looks... smaller somehow in sleep. Not in size, because nothing could ever make Orion seem small. But unguarded like this—with his brow smooth and one arm stretched across his abdomen where I’d been lying—he doesn't look like the creature that terrified me when I’d first woken up in this den.

He looks peaceful. Safe. Almost like home.

A sharp ache stabs at my chest. “You should have just eaten me.”

The words barely make it past my lips.

He’s spent the last however long nursing me back to health. Making sure I was fed and didn't die. Then he called me his mate—whatever that means— and fucked me six ways to Sunday. Now, his guard is finally down. The tunnel entrance beckons once again, looming beyond the fire.

I swallow around the lump forming in my throat. “I'm sorry.”

He deserves better than this, but I can't stay here and whither away, no matter how much I want to. For him to see that happen, to watch my body slowly give up and realize that he was the cause…

Well, I might as well be in that bathroom again with a shotgun in my mouth. And I refuse to watch my actions hurt someone again who only wanted to save me. Someone I…

Someone I care about. It only gets them killed.

Washing up only takes me a few moments in the spring. With dripping strands I pull one of the furs around my shoulders, wishing I had some clothes. Running naked through the forest doesn't exactly appeal to me, at least not unless there’s an eight-foot monster chasing me down so that he can force his cock into me again. Fuck.

I shoot a glare down at the raging hard-on between my legs that never seems to go away. Now I really want some clothes.

An idea pops into my head, one that makes me cringe. It's not ideal, and it's definitely not sanitary, but. Desperate times and all that.

Squaring my shoulders, I step toward the tunnel entrance but just before I make my way into the darkness, something makes me pause. Instinct, maybe, or shame—guilt. Either way, I follow the needling tug in my gut back over to where Orion sleeps next to the fire.

He's lying exactly as I left him, still purring. The firelight dances across the planes of his beautiful face, and my heart lurches. How I never saw his beauty before is beyond me, but I see it now. Just too late, like always.

Story of my life.