Chapter 23

With one last, powerful thrust, it drove the knot at the base of its cock deep into me and stilled. The knot began to swell, plugging me, stretching me, and then copious spurts of its seed poured into my channel, filling me with liquid heat, soothing the abused walls.

The creature rested on my back, holding me motionless. Lazily its tongue licked my bloody shoulder in what was almost a caress. I crouched beneath it, ashamed and yet unbearably aroused.

I wanted to roll over and offer it my unprotected throat, surrendering completely to its will. I wanted to expose my oozing cock to the beast’s slavering mouth, to have its long tongue wrapped around my shaft, licking it, tasting my essence.

But the beast turned its head with a jerk and growled. It pulled sharply out of me, causing me to cry out from the pain. It growled again, this time at me, and I knew it wanted me to keep silent.

And then I heard what it had heard.

“Rick!” Someone was calling my name, searching for me.