Page 74 of The Dire Reaction

Unable to resist the lure, my claws trail through her faded hair.

“Don’t you want it for yourself?” I hear her mutter. Her sharp inhale when I thrum the silver line woven into her braid gives me pause.

Do I? I haven’t broached the door to my trophy room in weeks, choosing to sleep instead in the chambers of my queen.

Her gritting teeth jar me back. I see my claw slicing a line along her brow. Instinct is pulling me to take her golden mane and add it to my wall.

My abandoned wall. Dusty and dry in comparison to the honey hair and sweet cries of my mate. Withdrawing my claw, my interest wanes.

Resolute in my decision, I back away, gesturing for my dogs to have her.

“Alexander, you son of a bitch! Fuck you!” She struggles against the vice-like grip of their teeth as they drag her into the parking lot, a frenzy of growls as they tear at her limbs. Her screams die quickly as the flesh is torn from her body. One of them goes for her throat, strong jaws cleanly severing her neck from her body.

A metallic click reaches me a split second before a concussion wave of shrapnel shreds the frothing dogs fighting over her. Yowls and cries of pain fill the air as the dead and dying dogs lie in a halo around her obliterated remains.

Clever girl.

My faithfulness to my mate is my salvation. That fallen angel had a trap laid preying on my weakness for her.

The rising plume of red smoke is a shrine of my devotion. A testament to her failure.

My victory over temptation gives me a rush of euphoria, hardening me in selfish pride. My cock pushing from its sheath has my feet racing to her in frantic need. Finding her in the hall, my impatience has me pushing her against the wall, framing her with my arms as my tongue finds the warm skin of her neck.

I know she likes it there when I suckle below her ear. A soft nuzzle has her melting against me, and I revel in how compliant she is. Giving in to my desires. Rewarding my attention with her melodic sounds.

Crouching as I taste her, I lift the long woolen skirt she favors. Perhaps she wears them to easily succumb to my lust, or perhaps she grew tired of retrieving the torn and filthy pants from the slime of the floor.

At this moment, I adore the long skirt. It billows around my ears as I dive under its layers to find her pantiless, her thighs already parting to my searching muzzle.

The dying sounds of the injured dogs fade as they are utilized to feed the healthy. Soon, the only background music to her growing moans are the incessant crying from the breeding pen.

I drown them out with her thighs around my head and the ticking reminder of our union, a rapid metronome. Long rapid licks spread her delicious juices. Her tiny hard clit swells beneath my strokes. Her cries grow in volume, rewarding me for piercing her inner folds, thrusting the length of my tongue deep within the tightening walls.

Bringing her to the brink of her climax, I withdraw. The recent flirtation with my utter demise has me riding an intoxicating high that already has my hips thrusting in the air, my scrotum full and begging for release.

Turning her to face the wall, I brace my arm for her to cling to. The billowing layers are a sudden obstacle. I find myself growling in momentary frustration.

Her small hands gather the fabric, easing my turmoil as my cock thumps impatiently against my abdomen.

I need to be inside of her. I need to before my barbs flare and my shaft swells, locking me out.

My momentary panic fades as I slide into her slick entrance, my palm wrapping her waist and finding the swell of her belly, holding her firmly so I can push deeply into her.

She is my choice. My perfect match. Her hips push against mine as my fervor increases. I can feel the pressure growing within my loins as I rut into her. Her fingers wrap around my arm, squeezing as her body tightens around me. The scream of her impending release builds, reverberating off the walls of my castle.

My teeth find the soft nape of her neck and I break her tender flesh, tasting the savory beauty of her spilling into me. She allows small nips in her passion, and it sends us both over the edge. Barbs flare into her most vulnerable center, my shaft swells, seizing me in place as I spurt my seed endlessly in groaning contractions.

Heaven and hell fight over me, each warring to claim me. She is my heaven, my universe. The empire I build is for her. But, my very empire is the hell. The fight to remain in charge. To beat back the challenging beasts. The constant obsession of her safety. It wars within me.

Today was sobering. My own mortality was glimpsed in a silver thread.

The knot of my cock softens, my seed spent. Withdrawing, I attempt to straighten her rumpled skirt inadequately.

When she turns to face me, her cheeks still carry the blush of her climax. A twinge of adoration leans me closer and a low whine escapes my throat as I lick the last drop of her beautiful blood from the curve of her neck. Perfect skin bares itself, already whole.

“Was there a new girl brought in?” she asks timidly. She’s always so eager to go to the pen. Her smile has grown wider since she’s found comradery there.

With a nod, I step back. Other duties are calling me, temporarily postponed with the overwhelming need of her. The howling calls tell me that there are other humans still roaming free within the city.

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