Prologue
THE GROUCH
“You’re a mistake!A fucking green freak no one wants!” The words hit me as hard as his fists. Warm blood quickly filled my mouth as my head sank into the cold snow.
“Gus, no! Leave him alone!” Her cries made my heart leap as I tried to protect my face from his blows, my ears ringing from the impacts. She rushed to us, hitting Gus on the back, trying to force him off me.
“No. He needs to learn his place!” Gus shoved May-Martha aside, her body falling roughly into the snow. Seeing him push her so aggressively infuriated me, and I groaned, swinging my fist into the fat fuck’s face and watching as he wobbled back.
“Why you—” He spat a mouthful of blood out into the snow as he rolled up his sleeves. “You’re going to regret that, you abomination.”
“Gus, please! Just let him go! He-he means nothing to me!Nothing!” May-Martha’s statement stung more than Gus’ blows as I stared at her, my heart shrinking.
“You hear that?” Gus grinned, blood staining his teeth as he punched me again. “No one wants you here, Grouch! No one! You’re nothing!” He swung one last time, knocking me into darkness as a loud ringing filled my ears. “Nothing!”
My body shot from the bed, my heart racing as I gasped. I had to blink a few times before realizing it was only a dream, a painful memory that haunted me almost every night, my childhood clinging to me as if it were my shadow. I spent years trying to forget, trying to start over, but every night, I was yanked back, forced to relive the painful memory over again and again.
My hand rubbed my face in frustration, my fur soaked in a thin layer of sweat. The thin sheet around my waist pulled as her soft voice whispered in the darkness, barely awake.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I groaned. “Go back to sleep, Max.” Her naked body rotated beneath the sheet as she rolled to face me, her emerald-green eyes staring into mine.
That fateful night I left town, Max, who was only a child at the time, had stupidly followed me all the way out here. I spent days trying to scare her off, to make her go back home, but she always refused, the stubborn ass. Eventually, I gave up, accepting I was stuck with her. As much as I hated it, it was rather pleasing not being alone all the time. It was just the two of us hiding away out here, away from everyone else. Over time, she grew up from the lost child she was into a surprisingly attractive yet annoying woman. She was no longer some innocent young school girl who followed me around like a lost puppy. No, not anymore. She was a woman now, a woman whose only goal in life was to make me happy—something that annoyed the hell out of me at times but came in handy during certain times of…need. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company, but no matter how much she sexually pleased me, I always felt empty in the end.
“You’re always such a meanie.” Max played with the long green fur on my chest, twirling the strands between her fingers as her bare leg gently rose up mine. My body instantly reacted to the familiar touch as her fingers slowly trailed down my chest. “Was it another nightmare?” Her hand dipped below the sheet, slowly palming my hardening cock. I nodded, slightly thrusting my hips into her hand. “You know I can help take your mind off it. Let me replace that hovering darkness with better things.” She stroked my shaft, tightening her fingers as she reached the tip, running her thumb across it gently.
Max’s hand moved faster, touching me the way she knew I liked, kissing my chest as her copper curls fell across her face. I laid back, pushing my pelvis further into her grasp as she quickened her pace. Despite her hand being unable to fully wrap around my girth, she was still able to guide me to the edge, the tip of my cock weeping as I tried to hold myself back, enjoying the slightly painful edging. Her free hand gripped my neck, forcing me to look at her as she grinned, her mouth hovering over mine.
“You’re so close. I can feel you soaking my hand.” She dragged her grip down my shaft as I leaned into her, moaning softly. “That’s right.” She kissed me fiercely. “Let it all out.”
As much as I tried to focus on her naked body and perfect touch, all I could think about was May-Martha and those ruby-red lips, imaginingtheywere gliding along my shaft in place of Max’s hand. The idea of her alone nearly sent me over the edge.
Max’s grip on my neck tightened as her tongue ran along mine, her other hand forcing me to come beneath the sheet. I couldn’t help but moan and thrust into her palm, soaking it completely as I came. My cock contracted as I pushed every drop of my excitement out of my body, ramming my mouth against hers. My hand gripped her bare breasts, playing with her pretty dark nipples as she melted into me, moaning alongside me.
“Forget her,” Max breathed into me, playing with the tip of my cock, her hand sticky and hot. “Just be with me. You don’t need her. You don’t need May-Ma?—”
I pushed Max’s body away, my sour mood instantly returning at her words. My body shot from the bed as I stood and looked back at her.
“You don’t get to say her fucking name,” I growled.
Max crawled on all fours across to bed towards me, her eyes wide with regret and longing. “I-I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, you did.” Even if we did fuck around, there was one thing I never tolerated from Max, and that was her badmouthing May-Martha. I’d listen to her talk shit about anything and anyone else, annoy me however she wanted, but not May-Martha. She didn’t get that privilege.
Max stepped from the bed, dropping the sheet as she stood in front of me, fully exposed. The sight of her was hard to ignore—her large, full breasts, perfect curves, and that juicy mouth of hers. It pissed me off how much my body liked hers, but fuck, even being pissed at her, I liked what I saw a little too much. It made me weak, and she knew it. She cautiously stepped closer, those fucking green eyes of hers staring deep into mine as she played with the fur on my chest.
“You know you can’t stay mad at me,” she teased, bringing my cock back to life with a single sentence. Her eyes fell, noticing my reaction, a soft, prideful grin pulling at her lips—her wet, full lips. “Don’t be so mean. Let me fix that?—”
I grabbed her neck, her mouth slightly gaping as she gasped softly. My eyes bore into hers, anger and sexual frustration both fighting inside me, burning through my veins. Fuck, she knew how to play me. Her body was a weapon made to destroy me, and she used it well.
“You want to fix it?” I leaned close as I growled the question. “Then why don’t you put that pretty mouth and sharp tongue of yours to good use?” I pulled her neck, forcing her down to her knees as my cock hovered in front of her face, dripping both from when she made me come and at what I planned to do to her. “The only thing I want to hear out of you right now is the sound of you choking on my cock as I fuck your face.” My hands gripped her curly hair, thrusting my large self into her moist mouth. She nearly gagged, her jaw popping, unable to fully fit the length inside as I grunted, pushing harder, unleashing all my rage and frustration.
Max gripped my legs, holding tight as I continued, growling at her muffled moans. Her tongue barely had any room to move, gliding alongside my shaft, her hands playing with my fur as she let me take everything out on her.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build, and I held nothing back as I shot my cum down her throat with a loud roar. The sounds of her gagging made me smile as I looked down, pumping the rest into her mouth. She stared up at me, eyes watering as she clawed at my legs, swallowing. I could feel her tight, hot throat contracting around me, causing me to flex and twitch until the high of it all slowly began to fade away.
I released Max’s head, pulling my cock from her wide mouth as she gasped, drops of my cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, stringing from my body to her tongue. She wiped her mouth, licking her fingers clean with a devious smile. Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.