Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Margot didn't know why or how, but it was a certainty to the depth of her core that she had to find Braxxos. It was her turn to help. This time, he needed her.

She ran the familiar route, not sprinting carelessly, but moving at a steady pace, eyes scanning for danger, just as he'd taught her. Danger, he'd told her, could be anywhere.

Little did I know , she thought with morbid amusement.

On and on she ran, not needing to track him. She knew where he would be. And as she drew close to their hidden waterfall refuge, something shocking caught her attention.

The animals.

Nature was not silent. Not entirely. It was still muted, most definitely, but there was also a gentle buzzing of life all around.

"I knew it."

She waded into the water and pressed against the stone, sliding behind the waterfall and walking through the hidden passageway to what had become their special place. He was there, a massive beast of immeasurable power, crouched still in the water, his back to her. His runes were still glowing, churning within his skin. And as soon as she moved even a little bit closer they flared up even brighter, her own pigment reacting in kind.

Her heart beat hard. He was incredibly intimidating, this beastly thing. Deadly. Primal. But this wasn't a raging animal. This was Braxxos. She knew he was in there. He just looked a little different right now.

Margot took a deep breath and placed his bundled-up clothing on the shore then slowly waded out to him. She stopped a mere pace away, reaching out with only a hint of hesitation, resting her hand on his radiantly hot back. He flinched at her touch, his boulder-like musculature shuddering as he suppressed a sob.

Slowly, he turned to her, his orange eyes blazing bright, gleaming with the power within him as well as the tears running down his face.

Margot's heart broke at the sight, such a feeling of love surging through her that she felt as though she might burst into flames from its intensity. The beast looked at her runes, noting the way they burned bright and her reaction to the change.

"They are hurting you," he said in his growling bass voice.

He reached out with his enormous hands. Hands that had just slaughtered three full-grown Raxxians with ease. The blood was long washed away, but the power in them still remained. But it was with the gentlest of touches that he pulled her closer, urging her lower into the water.

"Cool water," he said. "It will help the pain."

It was then that she realized he was feeling the burn as well. His runes were in turmoil, none more than his Infala, the bonding rune forcing itself to change before her eyes. It was a new design entirely, and yet it was beginning to look familiar.

Margot lowered herself to her neck, the water feeling incredible on her body, quenching the burn down to a tolerable simmer. The beast did the same, the water sloshing from the displacement of such a large mass as he did until it once again calmed to stillness, only the two heads remaining above the surface.

She looked at his face. His features were still there, though the transformation had made his cheeks and brow more pronounced, not to mention stretching his already strong jawline into a formidable angle of chiseled granite. But it was him. It was Braxxos. And those eyes that had once been unthinking and wild were now calm and brimming with turmoil. Turmoil and love.

"It'll be okay," she said softly, running her hand across his head, brushing his hair from his face and caressing his cheek. "I'm here. You're going to be all right."

Without realizing what she was doing she moved to him, pressing her lips to his, unable to stop herself, her Infala drawing her to him like she'd never felt before.

The beast responded, his hands wrapping around her with ease as his tongue slipped between her lips, the two kissing hard and deep, their passionate bond flaring strong.

Margot felt something hit her leg, startling her a moment before she realized it was his utterly monstrous erection. Braxxos had been well-endowed, but this? It was a whole other matter altogether. Huge, knobby and thick, pulsing with sheer lust and want. And, crazy as it would have seemed to her rational self, she wanted him in her so badly it hurt.

The beast was very much of the same thought, rising to his feet, lifting her effortlessly, one enormous hand on each ass cheek spreading her wide.

"Yes," she groaned, urging him on.

He needed no further encouragement.

With shocking gentleness for such a beast, he lowered her onto his straining cock, her pussy somehow stretching to accommodate his almost comical size as if the very fabric of her body was changing to take him deep inside. Margot's head thrashed side to side from the intensity of the sensations. It hurt, but it felt incredible. She'd never felt so complete, so absolutely filled, in her life and it was all she could have hoped for and more.

Slowly, he began lifting and lowering her, sliding himself in and out, every thrust making her body convulse with the intensity of the sensations as his knobbed cock rippled against her G-spot so good she nearly screamed.

He angled her differently, tilting her so her clit grazed against him as well, pressing up against him hard every time he bottomed out inside her, the impact sending lightning bolts of pleasure rocketing through her body. Margot latched onto his neck, biting hard. She was half-mad with lust, but she knew he could take it. This glorious beast of hers could handle anything she could throw at him as he pounded into her, claiming her entirely, making her his and his alone.

She came a half-dozen times in quick succession, her body utterly unable to force this cock out no matter how hard she came. Not a chance. But he finally relented, lifting her off, her legs thrashing uncontrollably at the sensation as he pulled free with an audible wet pop.

"Oh, God. I can't. I?—"

He crossed the water in two enormous strides, gently laying her on the stone face down then entering her from behind.

"Fuuuuuck!" she cried out, his vibrating cock making her come again immediately with such force she thought she'd snap the stone with the power of her grip as her climax raged through her body. But he wasn't done with her. The beast was still in there along with the man, and he wanted more.

He thrust long strokes, the rings of his cock combined with the knobs from his transformation making every inch of her pussy ignite with bliss from every stroke as he worked inside her. His pre-cum blended with her own juices, splashing with every thrust, coating her ass and his belly in glossy slickness.

A new pressure suddenly made an appearance, and with it a whole new sensation as previously untouched nerves suddenly shouted out with pleasure at their stimulation.

The beast slid one massive finger into her ass, only as far as the first knuckle, knowing instinctively any more would simply be too much. But this? This was incredible.

He shook from the new sensation as well, the pressure of his digit in her ass now registering on his cock as he moved inside her, the additional feeling compounding his bliss and making him growl like a mad beast as he slammed into her harder and harder, sending the water around them sloshing as though a tsunami had struck the pool.

"Aagghhh!" he shouted, exploding inside her, loosing the most powerful stream of cum she'd ever felt, the hot geyser positively spraying against her sensitive insides.

Margot's world shattered into stardust, her mouth unable to form words, her mind absent of cohesive thought. She was one with her man. Her beast. Their orgasms blending in a whirlwind of sheer ecstasy the likes neither would have ever imagined possible.

They remained like that, her bent over the rock, him behind her, his cock firmly driven home to the hilt for a long time, though if asked neither would have had the slightest clue how long.

Slowly, their senses returned. The beast pulled out gently, turning her to face him then pulling her tight, holding her against his heaving chest, his Infala glowing bright against hers.

Margot looked up at him with blurry, sex-drunk eyes and smiled.

"There's my man," she cooed contentedly, happier than she'd ever thought possible.

"Yours and yours alone," he replied, his voice rumbling her to the bone. "Forever and ever."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She grinned wide. "Then prove it."

She felt his cock thunder hard with his raging pulse as it strained to full attention once again.

"It would be my pleasure," he replied, more than happy to prove it over and over until they could both take no more.