Translation, before he fucks some human up beyond recognition and we get a shit-ton of bad press, Baird thought to himself. He was glad at least that it hadn’t snowed again since the crash—they should be able to follow the tracks pretty readily. That was, unless it started snowing again while they were tracking.
Lifting his nose, he sniffed the air. The weather reports the humans put out said that there was nothing to fear, but he had found their reports to be incredibly inaccurate at times. It was amazing to him that they still knew so little about their own planet.
“We had better get going,” Rarev remarked, frowning as he also studied the tracks. “The prisoner is extremely dangerous—we need to get to him before he makes contact with anyone.”
“That shouldn’t be hard—there’s hardly anyone living this far out in the mountains,” Baird pointed out.
“From your mouth to the Goddess’ ears,” Rarev remarked. “Come on, let’s get tracking. We need to find him before any of the humans see him, or Goddess forbid, interact with him.”
Baird had to agree that the escaped prisoner, who apparently had mental problems, interacting with humans, was sure to result in a total shit-show. The male was extremely dangerous—he would probably rip whatever unsuspecting human he came across into tiny little pieces.
He just hoped they could find the big Monstrum and stop him before that happened.
EIGHTEEN
Christine woke up with something heavy and velvety draped around her waist. Her back was also pressed against something that felt soft and warm and amazingly comfortable. The fire in the fireplace had gone out, but despite that, she felt positively toasty as she snuggled back against the velvety softness.
Then she realized the velvet was moving—in fact, it was going up and down with a slow, steady rhythm almost like someone breathing.
Christine, who was still half-asleep, found this both comforting and alarming at the same time. What in the hell was going on, she wondered sleepily? Why was she naked? What was the velvet thing behind her and the heavy thing draped over her waist? Also, why were her nipples so sensitive this morning?
Cracking one eyelid, she saw that the heavy thing was a long arm—but not just any arm. This arm was covered in short velvety fur which was orange with black stripes. It was encircling her waist possessively, as though its owner didn’t want to let her go, even in sleep.
Christine frowned. Little by little, details began to come back to her. The way she had let the big Monstrum into her cabin and then put him to bed, only to hear him thrashing after the Fensters turned on their damn stupid music. And then trying to comfort him by holding him, only the holding and comforting had turned into sucking and touching…
God, no wonder my nipples are feeling so sensitive—I let him suck them for practically an hour last night, she thought.
And that wasn’t all she had done. She couldn’t help remembering reaching down between the big Monstrum’s legs and stroking him off as he rumbled that deep purr of his and continued to lap and suck her breasts.
I let him come all over my belly, Christine thought, feeling slightly horrified by her own actions. Why did I do that?
Because it felt good and I was trying to comfort him—to make him feel better and help him get to sleep, a defensive little voice whispered in her head. We’re both consenting adults—where’s the harm in taking a little comfort in each other?
Where indeed? Which made her realize that though she had made the big Monstrum come, she herself had been left wanting the night before. She didn’t think Roarn had done that on purpose—he seemed more than eager to pleasure her. But Christine had thought it wouldn’t be safe or prudent to let him touch her “below the belt” so to speak.
However, the memory of what they had done together was very stimulating. And she could feel the hard lump between his legs, which was pressing against her ass. At the moment, all she felt was fur so she assumed his shaft was still encased in its furry pouch. She wondered idly if it would come out if she rubbed against it.
Shouldn’t do this, she thought, even as she did it. Titling her hips, she rubbed against the thickness. Rarev stirred and rumbled behind her, but didn’t say anything. However, after a moment, she was pleased to feel the hot, slick shaft emerging.
There was a problem however—because of the way he was lying, there was no good place for the thick shaft to go. Christine solved this by parting her legs so that it could slide between her thighs. There—that was better. He was so long that the broad head bumped against her pussy lips, just as it had the night before.