Chapter 30

Remus

I couldn't help but admire her bravado. After everything I had put her through, she still managed to sass me. But I still enjoyed seeing the fear on her face like the sick bastard that I was. I pushed her legs up and gripped her beneath her knees to spread her so wide apart that her holes were fully displayed.

“Put your hands beneath your head and watch me plough into you balls deep. I hope you have sturdy bones,”

I added, just to fuck with her.

She quickly put her hands beneath her head and kept them there. I ran my thick cock between her pussy lips, and she opened up like a flower in full bloom, showing me the insides of her gorgeous pussy. I didn't lie to her earlier. I wanted as many children from her body as she could manage. There was something primal about breeding her.

“Are you going to keep my cum inside you this time?”

I asked before I moved my dick out of the to finger slap her wet pussy.

My eyeballs almost popped out when she moaned and pushed her pussy towards me. I rubbed my hand over her folds before I slapped her harder.

“Damn. You really are a painslut,”

I murmured as I soothed the sting by rubbing her flesh.

She bit into her lower lip and arched her back to push her breasts up. Unable to wait, I pushed my dick inside of her to watch her hole stretch out around my cock. I leaned down with my hands clutching her legs to keep her spread open.

“Yes, take it all, Zailah. I’m going to give your hungry hole what it needs,”

I said as I knelt over her.

I pulled back my hips and slapped my pelvis against hers until she cried out in pain. I repeated the same motion but put more force into it until my balls slapped against her. When I glanced up, her mouth was wide open in a silent scream. She gasped for breath, and her eyes fluttered open. I kept my eyes on hers as I began to pound in and out of her pussy with all my weight. The springs in the mattress threw her hips back at me.

Taking her away for a few days and keeping her away from the asylum worked wonders for me. But nothing could compare to the feel of breeding her. I had never fucked anyone this hard or deep. She was the only one who could take such a brutal pounding from me.

“I-It’s too much—slow—argh—”

I was lost in the feeling of her cunt around me. Swallowing me up from the tip to my balls. The loud slapping noise against her wet pussy only added to the lewdness of it all.

“Hot, wet and ovulating,”

I hissed out. “No, I will not slow down. I wouldn't want to bore you now, would I?”

Her pussy was tightening around me each time I hit her cervix. I was over twelve inches long, and my seed had a purpose. My cock jerked inside her when my taut balls hit her pussy. Her breasts moved wildly with each vicious thrust.

Her eyes began to flutter again and closed as she continued to grunt and moan. She was going to cum soon, so I increased my speed until I felt her pussy juice between us. The sight of her trapped beneath me and spread open for me was a sensory overload.

She suddenly began to shake, and her pussy convulsed around my plunging cock. Her cries joined the wet sounds of us fucking, and I kept my eyes on her face. It was my dick giving her such an intense orgasm. I felt my balls tighten up, and I came hard. My lungs felt as if they were about to explode, but I pushed as deep as I could as my cum sprayed her insides. My cum shot out as violently as I’d fucked her. We both struggled to catch our breath, and I never wanted to leave her tight pussy.

I released her legs and wrapped my arms around her. I didn't think I had anything left in my balls. They were probably two empty husks by now. Zailah let out a long, broken groan.

“You broke my pussy, and I think I can taste your cum in my mouth,”

she mumbled.

Despite my depleted state, I managed a chuckle.

I couldn't let her know that her pussy almost took me out.

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I took a sharp breath when Dr Lawrence inserted the large silver needle inside my kidney. The pain was severe, and there was no anaesthetic because my blood test results couldn't have any interference in them. The fact that Zailah went through this and much worse made me feel remorse for the first time. I lay there and wondered if she would still be home when I arrived. I grunted when he pulled the needle out.

“How long will this take?”

I asked, suddenly keen to get back home.

It had been nearly three weeks since our short trip away, and another shift would take place soon.

“Are you sure that you couldn't find any of our DNA that linked our shifting with the full moon?”

“I tried everything, but I couldn't crack it. It could be something beyond science's ability to comprehend at this time. Or it could be some ancient magic.”

I gaped at the doctor's unexpected words.

Magic. He needed to stop smoking crack.

He moved the MRI machine over me, and I mulled over his words. I could handle a typical moon, but the blood moon periods would be difficult. I wanted to ask the doctor about children, but I held back because I didn't trust anyone with that information.

“I have worked in this field for decades and in some of the best facilities across the country. If I can't find it, then no one can,”

he said as he studied my face.

His work and usefulness were coming to an end.

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The house was deadly quiet when I stepped inside. I closed the door and hung my coat up before I searched downstairs. When I couldn't find her, I tried to control my anger and fear. I ran upstairs into our bedroom, but she wasn't there.

I was about to leave when I heard a splash of water. I inched my way into the bathroom, and Zailah was enjoying a bubble bath in the bathtub. Her hair was tied up and curly due to the steam. She looked content and relaxed.

“You're home early,”

she said without looking up.

I forgot that she had the same powerful sense of hearing as me.

“That was the last of the tests,”

I said as I pushed the door open and walked towards the bath.

She glanced at me with a speculative look in her eyes.

“Did you enjoy it?”

she asked with an accompanying glare.

I sat on the edge of the bath.

“No, it wasn't pleasant,”

I said quietly.

“Yeah, well fuck off and get it done again when a sadistic fuck is in charge of torturing you,”

she snapped at me.

Dr Lawrence was clinical about his work but not sadistic. Shelton was different, and I knew that fact, but I’d used it to break her.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

I asked after a lengthy silence.