Roarn shook his head, a feeling of sadness and loss overcoming him.
“Roarn has…no one,” he said in a low, choked voice that was almost a sob. “Had once but…not now. All gone.”
“Oh, you poor thing!” Stepping towards him, she put a hand tentatively on his shoulder. It was small and shapely and soft against his fur. Turning his head, Roarn nuzzled her small fingers, rubbing the scent glands around his mouth against her smooth skin. He was Marking her for the first—but hopefully not the last—time.
Christine didn’t seem to notice he was Marking her. She squeezed his shoulder gently and stroked his long, black hair out of his eyes with her other hand.
“I’m sorry if you lost someone you loved and you’re all alone,” she murmured. “I’m all alone too, so I know how bad that feels.”
Roarn made a low rumbling sound in his throat—a sound of sorrow but also contentment. Her hands on him felt so soft—so right.
In fact, everything about her felt right to Roarn—the way she looked, the soft, soothing sound of her voice, the kind things she did for him, and most of all, her amazing scent—the scent of a female in her Second Heat. But if he breathed it in much longer, he was going to unsheathe again and that seemed to upset her.
Looking up, he asked, “Roarn sleep here tonight?”
She frowned uncertainly.
“Well…I guess so. I normally wouldn’t let a strange man into my house, especially at night, but I’ve heard that Kindred never hurt women.”
“Never!” Roarn shook his head, frowning fiercely. “Never hurt females! Roarn not hurt Christine.”
“Well, I think that’s your longest sentence yet.” She smiled at him. “Yes, you can sleep here. I just need to get one of the kid’s rooms made up for you. Hang on.”
She withdrew her small, soft hands, which made Roarn long for her touch immediately. But she only went down the short hallway for a moment and returned with an armful of linen.
“Alright—come on,” she told him. “I’ll put you in Steven’s room.”
Not knowing what else to do, Roarn got up and followed her.
TWELVE
Christine’s head was whirling as she made up her son’s bed for the big Monstrum. He was finally talking and that was good, but more than that, she couldn’t stop thinking of how huge his equipment was!
It wasn’t like a human man’s shaft—she hadn’t been with anyone in years, but she certainly still knew the difference. The big Monstrum’s cock had been long and thick but it wasn’t furry like the rest of him. Instead, it was dark red as it throbbed against his belly and the skin that covered it looked slick, as though it was already pre-lubricated and ready for business.
That wasn’t the only odd thing about it either—there was also the matter of its shape. The head was broad and plum-shaped but there was an even broader swelling at its base, right above the furry pouch it had slipped out of. In between were a series of ridges that reminded Christine of those old condom adds you used to see—the ones that said, “Ribbed for her pleasure.”
The strangest thing, though, was the fact that between the broad head and the swelling at the base, there seemed to be concentric rows of short, white hairs. They ran in rings down the thick length of his shaft, making a kind of pattern.
She wondered what all the strange extra features on his cock were for—and why it had come out when he looked at her. Truly, the big Monstrum must have been deprived of female company for a long time if looking at her made him hard.
Christine had given up thinking of herself as pretty long ago, right after her ex, Tony, had left her for a younger woman who didn’t have any kids. She’d tried dating once or twice, mostly going out on blind dates with men that friends set her up with—but it just wasn’t easy to find the time when she was trying to raise three kids on her own. Also, none of the handful of men she’d dated over the years had expressed any kind of interest in suddenly taking on the parenting duties her ex had left behind.
At this point in her life, Christine had decided it was probably too late. Oh sure, she knew there were dating sites for people her age, but she was used to being on her own by now. Of course it got lonely sometimes, but that couldn’t be helped—she was past her prime and she was pretty sure no man was going to look at her and want her.
Which was why she had been so surprised when the big Monstrum had “popped a boner” as her friend Donna said, always while giggling, just from looking at her. Christine had been pretty once, but she was older now and she wasn’t exactly skinny. She had lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. Not only that, there was gray in her hair and some parts of her sagged now and were never going to be firm again. It was hard to tell because of the fur, but she was fairly certain the big Monstrum was considerably younger than she was. Why would he be interested in her that way?