Page 47 of The Dire Reaction

Pushing against her wound, I slide the sensitive barbed tip of my cock under her tight skin. I tear into her, watching the shape of my length driving under the skin of her abdomen. Her flexing and screaming below me massages it in a way I never knew I wanted.

Thrusting into her belly, she tears apart at my ravaging, but I keep pushing, working my way up her abdomen. Fucking the tight skin between her breasts, my shaft rubbing against the bared bones of her sternum sends ripples of pleasure into my belly.

The lust burns within me when I look into her eyes. Open fear brightens them, her tears a testament to the release of her beauty.

An open river of tattered skin trails behind me. My hips thrusting, I can see the tip of my length beneath the skin, and the outline of how hard she makes me. I tear it into the softness of her throat, the knot building inside me, the swelling of the head of my cock filling the space under her jaw. The agony reflects in her eyes even though she can no longer scream. I press harder, the barbed end of my cock piercing the muscles of her throat feels like bursting into a warm bowl of pudding, and I can’t hold back any more.

I spurt into her, my release seizing my body, my hips jerking against her, my hands digging into her scalp.

The barbed head of my cock flares, locking within her mouth, pulling her jaw with me when I try to withdraw. I can’t move without fire coursing through me.

She does this to me. This overwhelming need. A driving infatuation that has never consumed me before.

When I soften enough that I can finally extract my flaccid head, her jaw hangs loose, disjointed, but I know it will heal.

Her breast is already beginning to knit back together.

She can’t scream now. I’m sure my ravaging of her throat caused it.

She is made for me. My perfect beauty. My greatest prize. Her body is a temple I want to worship over and over. My ministrations can be endless, drawing her exquisite passions from her whenever I desire. A burning primal need boils within me, one that I’ve never experienced. I’ve never had a prized possession so capable of handling my affections before.

The thought of pumping her womb full of my seed cultivates within me. A luxury I’ve never indulged in the past. A part of my forensic training ingraining in me the need to keep my fluids separate.

But, now, no more rules, no more restraint. I’m in charge now. And she is mine forever. I’ve waited my entire life for a prize such as her.

I don’t need other girls to occupy my time, trading my affections while waiting on their fragile bodies to recover. She can enjoy the full force of my adorations, and thrive.

My other rooms now fill with bumbling fools, useful idiots who provide me the sustenance to continue.

I’ve seen others like me, more animalistic in their appearance. They seem to respond to my guttural calls, but are often quickly distracted when they spot a human to give chase to. I need to find a way to control them before they become a threat to my most prized possession.

Perhaps I can use my mewling food supply as a lure to join forces?

Chapter twenty-five

SAM

Everydaystartsthisway, breathless, spent, panting in each other’s arms. And as I squeeze her tighter, flirting with the idea of making her come just one more time before we crawl out of bed, I realize I want to wake up every morning like this. I’ve become addicted to her legs sprawling around mine, her nails digging into my skin, my lips tasting the sweet salty sweat that seeps out of her as I make her body clench and tremble.

Relinquishing control to my desire, I tighten her back against my chest as my hips begin to move again, my sensitive cock hardening within her, long slow strokes rekindling the forge within me. The shiver of friction works its way down my spine, spiraling through my limbs. It pushes my fingers to seek out her swollen nipples, still dark from my hungry suckling a few minutes ago.

The gasp that she rewards me with when I find them makes my hard length twitch within her. The throaty moan she follows with quickens my thrusts.

“Come for me, baby, one more time before breakfast.” My belly slams against her ass, curling my cock deeply into her, hitting that spot that makes her spasm. I’m burying my nose against the nape of her neck, my fingers are digging into her hips as her back arches, and the tension in her body coiling around me has me spurting into her already.

Her nails rake across the back of my thighs as she tries to claw me closer, deeper. Her moaning changes pitch angling into a scream as she climaxes around me. The walls of her pussy flutter and begin to pulse tightly around me, clamping down so fucking hard I can hardly move, but milking me for every gushing drop I pump into her.

Breathless again, panting again, I withdraw my softening dick and roll to sit up on the side of the bed. With a big sigh, she flattens herself against the pillow, careful not to put her knee in the wet spot from the night before. My sheets are going to disintegrate with how often we change and wash them, but I don’t give the slightest fuck. It’s worth every frayed strand.

Cold morning air prickles my skin as I slide on a pair of jeans and head to the kitchen. Clicking on the news is almost a habit now. I never used to pay much attention, but with all hell breaking loose it’s good to keep as up to date as possible. And every morning the news is worse.

—Doctors have identified the virus markers and are now able to run field tests to check for a previous infection—

—Safe zones have now been established in most major cities. Mandatory testing has been implemented for anyone entering—

—The death toll keeps rising as fatality rates hit nearly twenty percent of those infected—

Holy shit. Twenty percent.

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