Page 18 of Bread By the Grim
I open my eyes and find him with his eyes still closed.
Still definitely cumming…and shifting in front ofmy eyes.
Now’s not the time to point it out though. I run my hands along the ridges that have begun to form, hoping it will work like it’s done before. Maybe I can just massage his back like I did last time. Maybe he’ll shift back as he comes down from the orgasm?
I work my fingers between the spines that are now beginning to protrude. “Grim, put your head on my shoulder,” I whisper, hoping he can understand me as his face grows smoother and more reptilian. He sighs and does as he’s told, resting his head against my shoulder immediately.
I continue working on his back with my right hand as my left hand explores the scales that have begun to form. Smooth, hard muscle has filled out every part of his body that I can reach. I desperately want to see this new shifted Grim, but he’s breathing heavily near my ear.
“You smell…delicious,” he says, his voice taking on a deeper tone.
“Delicious?” I repeat, not sure if he’s complimenting me or thinking about what sauce to pair me with.
“Your scent…marks you as mine.” He lifts his head from my shoulder and meets my eyes. I don’t know what to make of the shifted Grim. Is my Grim still in there? Can he even consent to anything?
“I’m Grim’s,” I tell him.
“I am Grim,” he says.
“Will he remember this? Will he remember this conversation?”
“Yesssss.” The word is more of a hiss than a word.
I pull him down and kiss the strange lips of the gremlin. If this is part of him, then I’ll take it, too.
Our lips touch, and I let his tongue find mine. It’s long and lizard-like–so very different from Grim’s human-like mouth—but still soft and not scaly at all. He pulls away quickly. His eyes scan my face, and he jumps up, the bed flooding with his semen.
“I’m sorry. I should not—” he says in Grim’s normal voice. He backs up, tripping over his feet, but I refuse to let him go that quickly.
“Grim, wait.” I manage to grab his arm before he makes it all the way to the stairs. He’s hunched over, the spikes on his back keeping him from standing up straight, but his body is a sight to behold—he’s muscles and scales and his cock…his cock is amazing. I bring my eyes up to his face.
Keep your focus, Phil.
“I shouldn’t be here when I’m like thisss,” he says.
“Why not?”
He tilts his head. “I could hurt you.”
“You definitely were not hurting me back there.”
He looks down at the hand I have wrapped around his wrist.
“If I let go, are you going to run off without saying goodnight?”
Reptilian eyes meet mine. He shakes his head. “I would never.”
I release his arm but wrap him up in a hug. For a long moment, I think he isn’t going to hug me back, but then, at last, hard muscular arms wrap around my body, and he pulls me close.
“I care about you, Grim. All of you. In all your forms.”
He says nothing, holding me like that until something seems to stir within him. He steps back, kisses me quickly, and runs up the stairs without another word.
Chapter 11
Grim
Restlessly, I pace my bedroom, my tail smacking into things, hoping the shift will work itself out, but by morning I’m still not myself. I can’t text Phil. My claws will definitely get in the way, so I mash at the screen on my cell phone until I get it to connect with her phone, using my knuckles to scroll through my call log.
