Page 104 of Bad Seed
My nails claw lines down his chest that nearly draw blood. Rather than throw me off, Aubry hefts me higher so I land on his cock. Hard.
“No? What do you mean—fuck, yes! No?”
“The mob couldn’t keep me from you.” He spins around and my back slams into the crates. Three of them go flying and hit the ground. I tip back, grabbing onto the strap. Hanging on for dear life, I flex my thighs, dragging myself onto him and every burst of pleasure electrifying through me.
“They kidnapped me,” I mumble, struggling to understand while getting my brains fucked out. “That’s why you left.”
“I’d have fought the whole damn organ—fuck, me—ization for you.”
I’m so close because he’s close. His cock’s throbbing, shoving me to the straining point. I dig into the strap keeping me level, and fight to stare him in the eye.
“Why?”
Aubry lunges forward, pinning me between him and the crates. Splinters fly as he crushes the wood to pulp in his hands beside me. “Because,” he growls, his teeth grazing my neck. “I’m. An. Eggplant!”
The orgasm swallows me whole. I throw my head back, hitting the crates, but the pain doesn’t register. All I know is the pleasure pumping through me as my pussy milks his cock for all its got. All the unfinished wood breaks to pieces behind me as Aubry’s arms turn hard as rocks. His face is redder than a tomato as he hangs onto me, his eyes shut.
I lean forward to kiss him, aching to feel his hot splash inside of me.
“Wait? Eggplant?”
With a roar, he cups my ass and hefts me so high I nearly land on top of the remaining crates. Just as his cock grazes my thigh, he comes. Most of his semen explodes across the fallen tarp, but a few spurts land on my leg. Shaking and panting, Aubry doesn’t let me down.
He drops to his knees even as his cock keeps twitching and spraying down the side of the crates. I brace myself for his hot tongue, but he licks up my inner thigh instead.Did he just…?
With a touch of his finger, Aubry wipes his own cum off the side of his mouth. “I’m an eggplant,” he declares as he stands above me.
My wobbly legs find their way to the floor and I cling to the boxes he tore to shreds.What is he talking about?
“A metaphor? Cause you should stay away from me, but you can’t?”
“No.” He takes a step back and drops his arms to the side. “I am a fucking eggplant.”
In the blink of an eye, this six and a half foot tall man shrinks to a purple vegetable on the floor. It’s not quite like the eggplants I’m used to, more long and cylindrical than pear-shaped. And it’s just sitting there. Spinning in place.
It’s a magic trick. He…he vanished somewhere in the room. I was distracted and didn’t see him run off into the shadows. “Ha,” I try to laugh. My boyfriend is not the one vegetable that can kill me. Nope. That doesn’t make sense. People can’t turn into vegetables.
Okay, they can but in a rather derogatory metaphorical way. Not a literal poof now you’re a cabbage.
Right?
“Very funny,” I cry out, waiting for him to come strolling around the corner and tell me why he really left. “It’s a good trick.”
The eggplant twitches. This time I watch. Purple phases into tan, little limbs sprout then grow in a millisecond. Before I can breathe, there’s a man standing there, telling me, “It’s not a trick.”
“Fuck!” I scream, leaping backward. My wide ass bounds off of what remained of the crates, sending them flying around the room.
“Hey there!” a voice calls from somewhere behind me.
This is a nightmare. A bad one. A voice did not just come out of the darkness after I watched a vegetable turn into a man!
Hands wrap around my waist. In my panic, I raise my arm up to break free, when Aubry holds me to his chest.
“Someone’s in here,” I whisper.
He gives a grim nod, then—while still cradling me—picks up the gun.
“Who’s ready for some fun?” the voice shouts with a terrifying laugh.
