Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I noticed I’d gained weight since being here, Marrex making sure I’d eaten exactly enough to be comfortably full after a meal. My hips were wider, my thighs and belly thicker. I loved looking at my form now, not just bones and lean muscle, but my shape looking softer, more womanly.
Now, although I hadn’t been awake for long, I’d already bathed and eaten under Marrex's command. I was tucked under the furs and had been petted to sleep again, the creature spoiling me with a nap, my belly full and my survival instincts at ease, assuring me with his deep whispers that he’d be back soon. As I lay on my back and stared up at the cavern opening, a large, dark shadow passed above, and I sat up, the shift and leather robe Marrex had fashioned for me securely covering my nudity.
My body instantly reacted. I heated, grew wet between my thighs, my nipples tingling and hardening. I watched as he flew above me like a dark, powerful bird, free in a way I’d never be able to experience.
His flights made me wonder what true freedom felt like.
Most of the time though, he stayed close. I knew he was always watching, his black eyes following my every move. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me. It was the fact that it was as if he couldn’t look away.
His whole body was always tense, his cock constantly hard, as if it was trying to relentlessly remind me of his imminent full claiming of my body. I knew allowing the nightly touches, licks, and scrapes of his teeth along my neck wasn’t helping matters. It was urging him on, giving him more confidence.
Or maybe that's what it was doing to me?
I always felt his heavy, constant presence pressing in on me. His eyes told me that I wasn’t alone—that I belonged to him.
Despite my growing affection, connection, and arousal for the monster, I knew I had to stay strong. I wanted so badly to believe this could be my life. I was safe here. I was never cold or hungry. But could I actually make this my home?
I watched as he flew, wondering what he dreamed about during those moments of freedom.
I knew this life—and the one I now shared with Marrex—was a daily battle. I was a survivor, and every day, I clung to that truth. I reminded myself I wasn't soft. I didn’t need anyone to care for me.
But God was it nice.
8
FREYDIS
Several weeks later
I’d been in my head for what seemed like forever. The trauma from living the life I had refusing to let me trust that I could ever be genuinely happy.
But I felt myself growing closer to Marrex with each passing day. And I could actually tell my resolve was fading, my weakness—no, my hope and desire for more out of life than running from it taking control.
I didn't know what it meant or how it would end, but I knew I wanted to try and see how far things would go.
Today, I’d watched Marrex fly for hours, and when he returned with a fresh kill, he prepared us a meal while I played—yes, relaxed enough to actually play and splash around—in the natural pool. I wasn’t shy any longer and didn't hide my nudity. He’d seen every single inch of me at this point.
Now, it was evening, and we both lay beneath the heavy furs. I was still and pliant while Marrex’s big hands roamed over my body. His touch was gentle but consuming, and with each passing second, it was clear his need grew.
He explored my skin until his claws deliberately scraped along my flesh, leaving tiny, burning cuts. I gasped as the sting of fresh wounds mingled with an odd, intoxicating pleasure.
Leaning closer, Marrex trailed his tongue—one that was as silvery-colored as the rest of his body—over those sensitive, delicate wounds. He groaned, savoring the taste of my blood.
In that charged moment, I felt every mark he etched into my skin as an arousing reminder of his impending claim and a dark, irresistible promise of what was to come.
I stopped fighting then, mainly mentally, since I’d already been giving myself over in this way for a month. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or a deep, hidden need that I couldn’t ignore any longer, something inside me gave in. In that moment, I felt my body surrender to forces bigger than my will.
Every time his rough, inhuman hands found my skin, I trembled—not from fear but from a desperate hunger that I knew only Marrex could sate. Any uncertainty I had crumbled under the weight of an obscene longing I’d never felt before.
Marrex, despite everything monstrous about him, treated my body like the most cherished and sacred thing on earth. He worshipped me with every touch, tracing his claws over the new curves and softness of my body… a body he molded and was now solely his. And with every cut he gave me, he’d lick away the blood that formed, taking a piece of me into himself forever.