Page 59 of Guarded By a Monster

He wasted no time, thrusting into me with a punishing rhythm. My body coiled, spiraling ever higher, spurred on by the sound of him pounding into me and my own moans.

“Thurl,” I begged, his name a plea on my lips.

His speed increased and I lost my mind. The tip of his tail pushed at my clit and swirled circles around it with delicious pressure. I fisted his fur and hung on as I shattered like fine crystal. The lights of our bond blazed incandescent around us, lighting the room in fire.

My throat closed and my mouth opened in a silent scream as he kept my orgasm going like the Energizer bunny. Even the feel of his cock pulsing with his own release set me off. Or maybe I hadn’t stopped. At that point, I couldn’t tell. My brain had been deprived of oxygen for too long and all I knew was searing pleasure.

I floated so high I thought I’d never come down, but my lungs remembered their job and I gulped air like a guppy.

Thurl rolled to my side, the pads of his fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach. I chilled as sweat cooled from my body. I had never been so bold. I should be embarrassed, but I wasn’t. It was Thurl, and…

“I love you.”

He jerked like I’d slapped him. I rolled into him and placed a gentle kiss on his pec.

“I choose you.”

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All manner of qualifiersran through my head at her words, but then I looked at her. Jade’s eyes were fierce.

“I can see what you’re thinking. Stop. I choose you, Thurl. I love you.”

I couldn’t speak, the force of my emotions overwhelming. I pulled her into my arms and cradled her like the precious thing she was.

Muffled in my chest, she said, “I’m covered in drying sweat and cum is leaking out of me. I want a shower.”

I let her go and she flopped onto her back.

“Nevermind, I’m too tired to move.”

With a chuckle, I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. I eyed the tub, considering.

“Shower, please, Thurl. I don’t want to sit in this in a tub.”

The shower was roomy enough for both of us, but I was apprehensive. The tub had been fine, but no water had been spraying on me.

Her small hand patted my chest.

“It’s okay. Put me down. I can shower by myself.”

No. I wanted to wash her. I had exhausted her and I had strength enough for both of us. I shook my head and stepped forward, only to be stymied by the unfamiliar controls.

She flicked the water on for me, only to squeal as it came out cold. I jumped back, out of the stream, my heart racing faster than it should. She pet me again.

“It’s okay, the water just needs to warm up.”

She put her fingers under the spray, and after a moment, she nodded.

“Okay. It’s warm now.”

I carried her into the enclosure, thankful I had opted for one that was large enough to not need a door over the opening. I set her on her feet under the spray. At first, I held her out, trying to have as little of me in the water as possible, but when she sighed happily and relaxed, so did I.

By the time I had soaped and rinsed us both, I was at ease. I didn’t think a shower would ever be a favorite activity of mine, but I no longer feared the experience.

“Shall I put you in bed?”

She laughed. “I think I need coffee. If I go back to sleep, I’ll be up late tonight.”

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