Page 22 of Bite Sized Bride
Mikana calls my name as if begging for me, “Kael…”
I grasp my cock, hard and long and as monstrous as the rest of my body. Even the veins are as thick as human fingers. There’s no way this will fit inside such a small, soft female.
Seeing my cock, her face pales, and I almost flinch. It’s like a hit to my head. Of course, we can’t do this. I move to stand up, but she drags me back down.
“Kael… I need you,” she whispers as if begging. Who am I to refuse her?
I swallow my saliva, lust burning inside me like a wildfire. My cock’s so hard, it’s bordering on painful. Driven by instinc, I rub the tip of my cock on the wet slit of her cunt.
“Oh…” A soft gasp escapes her lips as her body shivers. “Kael… oh..”
Her voice is calling me, and mesmerized, I enter her pussy inch by inch, a glacier moving through a valley of silk and fire. It’s a tight fit but wet, so small. She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body arching against mine. The pain isthere, I can see it in the tightening of her face, but there is something else too. A raw, desperate need that mirrors my own.
This is not about pleasure. It is about survival. It is about two broken, hunted things, finding an anchor in a world that is trying to tear them apart. It is a desperate, physical confirmation that we are here, that we are alive, that we have each other.
Her pussy clenches my cock, and I let out a low growl. My body convulses, I’ve never felt something like this. All this time, torture and pain was all I know.
But this… this might be heaven.
I move within her, a slow, deep rhythm that is as old as the stones around us. Each thrust is a vow.I will protect you.Each retreat is a promise.I will not harm you.
Fire courses through my veins, so as my promise. In the deep red of my mind, she’s the only peace. The pleasure drives the red away, lingering, and anchoring me. My body feels like a boat in the middle of a tsunami, driven by waves of ecstasy.
The storm outside rages, a symphony of chaos. But in here, in our small pocket of warmth and flickering light, there is only the sound of our breathing, the slick slide of our bodies, the frantic, beautiful beating of her heart against mine.
“Kael… Kael…” Mikana’s hold on me tightens, and I carefully hoist her up closer to me. I need her body to mold against mine, her softness against my hardness.
A growl reverberates throughout my body as this unidentifiable feeling rushes from my spine throughout my body and hitting my brain like a sledgehammer.
“Oh!” she screams as her pussy convulses around my huge cock. “Gods!” her nails dig on my skin but I barely feel it.
Colors explode in my mind, not just red. When my release comes, it is a torrent, a shattering of every wall, every chain, every curse. It is a roar of pure, unadulterated possession that Iswallow before it can escape my lips. I pour myself into her, my essence, my claim, my soul.
I collapse beside her, my massive body trembling with the aftershocks. I pull her against my chest, wrapping her in my arms, her back pressed against my heart. She is so small, so fragile. So mine.
The storm inside my head is silent. The red is gone. The emptiness is filled.
I am still a monster. I am still a creature of nightmare.
But as I hold her form in my arms, I know, with a certainty that is as real as the stone beneath me, that I am her monster. And that is enough.
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MIKANA
Iwake to warmth and the steady, rhythmic thunder of a giant’s heart.
For a blissful, disoriented moment, I am simply comfortable. Safe. Then memory crashes down on me, a tidal wave of heat and shame and a terrifying, unfamiliar tenderness. My eyes fly open.
The cave is dim, the fire burned down to a bed of glowing orange embers. I am cocooned in Kael’s arms, my head pillowed on the solid muscle of his shoulder, my body tucked against his side as if I belong there. His arm, thick as a tree trunk, is draped over my waist, a possessive, heavy weight. The scent of him—of warm stone, of damp earth, of a clean, masculine musk—is all around me.
What have I done?
I am a fool. A desperate, terrified fool who mistook a moment of shared warmth for… what? I don’t even have a name for it. I slept with a monster. I let a creature of nightmare touch me, and I… I let him. I welcomed it.
Shame, hot and acidic, burns in my throat. I have to get away. I have to put space between us, rebuild the walls he so effortlessly shattered.
I try to slip from his grasp, my movements as stealthy as a mouse. It’s useless. The moment I shift, his arm tightens, not painfully, but with an unyielding strength that makes my breath catch. His eyes open.
