Page 24 of Bread By the Grim
He doesn’t release me, but I manage all the same. I wiggle out of my panties and am incredibly grateful I remembered to close the front blinds.
He sighs and presses his snout to me again. His claws dig into the soft skin of my belly, but it’s hard to focus much on the pain as adrenaline shoots through me.
Grim and I had sex before as he shifted, but this is entirely different. He is completely in his gremlin as he likes to call it. I take a chance and run a hand down the thigh pressed alongside mine. The scales are smooth and glisten in the emergency lights I’ve been keeping on at night.
His hand reaches down and covers mine, threading our fingers together. For a moment, everything feels safe.
My Grim is still in there somewhere.
“Philllllll,” he hisses a third time. “I can’t stop…I need to bite…”
“Do I get to bite you back?” I tease, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Philllll,” he hisses, though it sounds like an admonishment, like my Grim baker coming through. With a sigh, I pull away from him just a little and lean over the counter, my ass within easy reach of his claw-tipped hands.
The cleaning this place is going to need after this is all said and done….
“Grim, stop worrying and fuck me already, would you?”
His warm body covers mine, and he growls in my ear just before he clamps down on my shoulder with sharp teeth, holding me to the spot. Excruciating pain radiates through my shoulder?—
Not like he didn’t warn you…
I breathe in and out slowly, trying to focus on anything other than the pain. His tail wraps around my left leg as he urges my legs further apart with a foot. One moment my body is shaking from the pain, and then in the next his cock is buried in my pussy as heat begins to fill me.
Every sensation is suddenly dialed up ten notches. My nipples harden as they brush against the counter. My gremlin reaches a hand around to palm a breast, and waves of pleasure radiate from my breasts and down through my core.
He can only keep his teeth in me for so long, but it’s more than enough. Blood drips down my arm, but I feel like I’ve been injected with the best drug ever. The world around us moves in slow motion, but my gremlin and I are in a bubble of existence all of our own. All I can think about and focus on is him and his cock. That is definitely on fast forward, or at least, it feels that way.
His hands slide back to my hips, clamping down on them hard to hold them in place as he continues to plunge into me, my legs shaking, my body so closeto an orgasm that doesn’t seem possible. I have never been so grateful for a counter before. My gremlin says nothing. All I can hear are grunts and moans. It is as if his brain is only for breeding at the moment.
I will not complain, though.
Whatever his bite does to me has me feeling every delicious inch of him as he rocks back and forth into me.
We’ve had our share of hard and fast encounters, but nothing comes close to this. The sound of his flesh slapping against mine fills my ears and soon becomes the only thing I can focus on.
I will be so sore later on, but right now, I can’t stop. I’m compelled to meet his every thrust.
He slams into me one final time, and I feel my pussy clamp down around his cock. Stars cross my vision, and I feel close to collapse, but he doesn’t let me fall.
My gremlin hisses as our thighs and legs grow soaked. His body shudders as his fluids pool on the floor at our feet until we’re both drenched in it. It feels like we’re there forever, my gremlin pumping me fuller than full.
I’m sure my IUD is fighting for its life.
When at last it seems he’s done, he doesn’t move away or release me, instead he picks me up by my thighs, holding me against his chest, still impaled on his hard cock, and takes me to a corner of the shop.
He sits on the cold floor with me on his lap and sighs.
“Grim, my bed is downstairs. We can go lie down. We don’t have to?—”
He growls and holds me tighter against his chest. Some species have knots to improve chances of pregnancy—maybe this is gremlin instinct? It is not comfortable at all, but I try my best to curl up in his much bigger lap. He wraps his arms around me possessively and kisses the spot where he bit me.
“Rest, Phil,” his voice says in my ear, and for a moment, it’s Grim peeking through. I reach back and kiss the only thing I can reach—his chin—and then close my eyes. Surprisingly, it’s not that hard to fall asleep.
Chapter 15
Phil
