Page 25 of Bread By the Grim
The snout nuzzling my neck warns me just seconds before my gremlin starts to move again.
His cock still fills me as he stands up, lifting me up with him as if I weigh nothing. His hands are under my thighs, keeping me close as he moves us toward the kitchen. At the drink cooler, he stops.
“DRINK,” he demands.
Not sure if he’s asking for one or demanding I take one, I pull two bottles out of the cooler and set them on a nearby counter.
“DRINK,” he repeats.
I open one and chug the water in the bottle. Obviously, my gremlin knew what he was on about. “You need to drink some water, too,” I tell him.
“Phil drink,” my gremlin says.
I turn as best I can to look at him, holding thewater in his direction. “The doctor said for you to stay hydrated, Grim. Drink the water.”
I open it and hold it out to him. He grumbles, but after some shuffling around, he manages to hold me in one arm and take the bottle in the other.
Whatever is going on in his brain, now that we’ve gotten sex out of the way, his head seems a little clearer. How many times do we need to “mate” for this to clear his system? Maybe I can take the lead?
“Let me get more water, and then take me downstairs,” I tell him. He carries me back up to the cooler, and I grab several more bottles, cringing against the cold as the bottles touch my bare skin, but there’s no way around it. “Take me downstairs,” I demand, and he obliges.
I really wish I could make notes about this. I’ll have to write all this down as soon as he shifts for next time. It’s crazy, but I’m already thinking of ways to make his next “mating season” easier on us both. Not that that orgasm was a hardship.
Despite his size and weight, he is incredibly graceful making his way down the stairs. I guide him to the wall so I can flip on the light and make him take me to the bed. I set the water bottles on the night stand and then my gremlin sits down, holding me tight against him.
“Grim, I’m not facing away from you the whole time.”
“Breed,” he hisses, pulling me tight against his body. “Bite then breed,” he grumbles, and I sigh.
I guess there isn’t much variation in the breeding process for whatever species Grim is. “You’re lucky I love you,” I grumble as my gremlin rolls us onto the bed until I’m on all fours on the bed underneath him.
With his cock still inside me, he begins to move slowly. Even with his slow movements, it’s hard not to move on the bouncy bed, and soon he’s covering me again, his teeth sinking into the same shoulder they did the night before.
This time there’s no pain. The effects of whatever is in his body fluids fills my system immediately, and I find myself meeting him with each thrust, trying desperately to sustain every bit of contact with his body. It’s as if his cock is magic. What an absurd thing—a magic cock. I’m sure there are scientific reasons for all the things I’m experiencing, but at the moment I can’t get enough of it. It has my legs shaking almost immediately as electricity fills my body. He has my brain on breed mode too.
I can’t hold myself up for too long and end up resting my upper half on the bed as his cock slides in and out of me, rocking my whole body with his movement. This time, my gremlin seems less frantic, but the result is still the same—an orgasm that comes out of nowhere and soaks the sheets.
I’m a mess in every sense of the word. I lay there, unmoving as stars flash across my eyes, thepulses of pleasure radiating throughout me as my pussy milks his cock for the seemingly unlimited supply of semen he seems to be producing. When at last he seems to be done, he falls on top of me, breathing heavily.
Reality comes back into focus much quicker this go around and immediately, I regret locking Doux in the bathroom. We could both use a very hot shower, though fitting Grim’s tail in there with us might be hard.
“Grim, we can’t lie in this. Our skin will turn pruney.” I move to get up, but the gremlin hasn’t fully cleared his system. He pulls me close, his cock still filling me. How is that even physically possible? Maybe that’s why he’s speaking like a caveman…there’s no blood to spare for anything else.
“Grim, pick me up and take me to the laundry basket.” Thankfully, the gremlin in him has no problem following this command. He rolls us to a sitting position and then picks me up, taking me to the couch where my folded laundry sits in its basket, ready to be put away. I grab several towels and have him lead us back to the bed. There’s no way to strip the bed still attached to Grim, so I fling out a few towels as best I can. My hands accidentally hit Grim in the face, but he says nothing, just patiently waits until I give the command to lay back down.
Side-by-side, still connected, the gremlin and I lay curled up in silence for what feels like forever. Unlike last time, I can’t sleep. So I press into his bodyas best I can, to steal his warmth and wait. It isn’t long before his hand is running down my arm, smoothing down my thigh.
“Phil, I’m sorry, I need...” Hope fills me as Grim’s voice peeks through the hissing.
Excited, I take the hand and kiss it. He’s coming back to me. Already the scales that cover his hand are fading slightly, the claws turning more into his normal human-like nails.
“Grim, I’m here for you. Take what you need.” His lips press to the bite mark on my shoulder before his teeth scrape the skin again.
“I have to…breed,” he says in my ear. It’s his voice, not the gremlin’s, and for a moment it’s like our first time. My heart flutters in my chest.
“I’m yours, Grim. Breed me.”
And he does.
