Page 18 of Monstrous Rampage
She wanted a squad like her friend.
I didn’t have a squad. But I could make one from the rejects in this program. Especially if that meant we were successful in escaping.
Her shock reverberated through the tenuous grid her rebel cells initiated.:You can’t trust him. He’ll never let you go.:
Maybe I was completely insane after being imprisoned so long. Too desperate for something real. A voice. A touch. Let alone whatever this little female might be. But I allowed the connection to strengthen, even adding my own reinforcements to this private grid. I knew all too well DSC’s tricks. Her cells could learn a thing or two from this BGR++. They couldn’t discover that her rebel cells had infiltrated my programming, or they’d eliminate us before we could accomplish our goal.
:He’ll never letusgo,:I corrected.:Which is why we need to play along for now.:
Indeed, now that I knew DSC’s reason for dropping her into my cell, I could smell the lure in her scent. Her blood perfumed the air. Her delicate skin a soft torment against my scales. Hungers fought for supremacy inside me. Taste. Touch. Every inch. Inhale her scent until I couldn’t smell anything else. Until the stink of tungsten no longer grated my sensors.
Though the reality of our species’ differences would be nearly impossible to overcome. Even the touch of my tongue was painful for her. The tenuous grid betrayed the rough sensation it gave her. I’d barely handled her, and she already bled. Granted, I hadn’t tried to touch her without harm, but clearly it’d be incredibly easy to damage her. I didn’t deem it a serious injury, but I wasn’t a medic. My programming didn’t include Earth biology or anatomy diagrams.
Even the data she supplied of her friend was insufficient. Evidently, it was possible for a human female and dynos to breed, but thehowescaped me.
And the longer I breathed her scent…
The less I cared about the impossibilities and the daunting size differences in our bodies.
Instinct insisted I taste her despite the excruciating sensation my tongue gave her. At least it wasn’t sharp enough to injure her. I resisted the urge to probe at the scrapes again. She didn’tneed to continue to bleed. I dragged my tongue down her legs. Over her curves. Listening to the sounds she made. The tiny gasps of shock. A squeal as I licked the soles of her delicate little feet. Sadly, no claws to be found. No scales or shell or weaponry. Nothing to protect such a soft little body.
I turned her over and examined her from nape to heels again. Tickling the delicate ridges of her spine. Tasting the crevice of her buttocks. She squirmed and tried to get away for the first time.
Telling me exactly what I needed to know.
I flipped her again, pinning her against the wall. Using my tail to force her thighs apart so I could taste the hollow between her legs. Tiny openings concealed inside soft, pink flesh. Barely large enough for the tip of my tongue to explore. The taste of her secretions was indescribable. I couldn’t help but push deeper, determined to taste more of the intoxicating fluid. Though I had never even encountered a female dynos, my DNA carried memories of mating. Males in rut released temporin, carrying chemicals to entice a female for breeding. Perhaps her kind did the same. The taste of her sex captured all my attention. Driving me insane.
Starvation of a different kind consumed me. My slit opened, allowing my aching cock to distend and swell, already leaking my fluids.
The urge to cover her with my scent made me grunt, releasing a flood of thick semen. It splashed on my thighs and spilled onto the floor, still dripping from my body. My unique scent, imprinted with chemicals to tie a mate to me forever. Addict her to my taste. My scent.
Though at this rate, I’d drown her.
And then kill her by trying to shove a cock this size inside her.
I dragged her over my thighs, smearing her with my scent. A start. But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to be inside her, flooding her. Filling her with cum. Until she couldn’t hold any more.
Which meant I’d have to shift.
Shuddering, I clashed my teeth together, trying to find another way. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her opening, though I knew it was too large. At least some of my cum went inside her. She struggled in my hold, terror making her frantic. A monster ravaging her. Trying to fuck her.
Yet I couldn’t stop. Not with her taste on my tongue and my seed dripping.
:MINE.:
HOLLY
I’m going to die.
I thought the worst thing he could do was eat me. It hadn’t dawned on me that he might try to fuck me first while still his BGR++ beast.
Terror sliced through me more viciously than his teeth and claws. I fought. Slamming my fists against his broad chest. Struggling to climb up. Fling myself away. Sacrifice some skin, blood, hell, a limb. Anything to get away before he could thrust that monstrously huge dick inside me. I could feel him pressing against my pussy. Too big. Pressure. No way.
This can’t be happening.
Ironically, a wave of fury jolted me. Natalie never told me it’d be like this.
