James has just gotten home. Earlier than usual, but he wanted to set an example and tell everyone it's totally okay to go home earlier today. Why? 'Cause he felt like it.
He unlocks the door to his extremely pretty and expensive apartment and walks in.
She takes a couple of seconds to register the stat gain, then shudders in delight and lust. "Oh, goodness, is this what I was supposed to be worried about?" she wonders, breathlessly.
He chuckles.
"No," he says, nuzzling her neck, "you were supposed to be worried I'd turn back into a dragon halfway through."
"Mmhmmmmm," she singsongs, lightly thrusting her hips towards him. "I'm sturdier than I look. Though do try not to kill me, I would be sad about not getting to see you again."
"Well, I'm not turning back in here, I'd break the walls," he says with a half-shrug at their cozy surroundings. "If you're that into getting wrecked, though..."
He pins her to the couch and bites her shoulder, drawing blood. The same strength that casually destroyed her dress is sufficient to leave bruises everywhere he touches her, if he isn't being careful.
She screams.
But oh she's so wet and this is so good and so bad at the same time and the hand that was on his hair clenches into a fist—she wonders if she can come just from this—women have much less trouble with refractory periods so she doesn't even mind if she does—
He holds her down and fucks her with inhuman strength. A rib cracks, and then another, and something goes terribly, painfully wrong in the joint of her hip - but it doesn't just hurt; there is undeniable pleasure amid the violence. He trails kisses down the side of her neck and only twice bites hard enough to make her bleed again.
Enjoying the bone-breaking caresses of a terrifying otherworldly monster has caused your PRV to go up by 1!
Oh God this is horrible and painful and delightful and joyous and she loves and hates every moment of it. She'd never felt—well, she didn't have a pussy before, so she'd never felt a cock in it, and it's so good, being stretched and crushed and hurt and broken and by the end of it she's sobbing and she's come thrice and she's, somehow, still wet. She wonders whether the Erogame would let her be a girl on Earth, too, but then decides she wouldn't want that. She's not sure why, but it doesn't really matter.
Zekanare enjoys himself immensely.
When he's done, he sprawls next to her on the couch - it's broad enough for a comfortable snuggle - and gathers her into his arms and pets her, giggling into her hair.
She takes in a deep breath, and chokes/sobs when this catches on her broken ribs, and God why is that so hot. She snuggles up. "We should do that again sometime," she says in a raspy voice.
She giggles/sobs. "You wouldn't happen to have—ow—healing magic, would you? Then I wouldn't have to—oh fuck that hurt—go to sleep now."
"As it happens, I do!"
He hugs her, which is agonizingly painful for a moment and then feels very strange for another few seconds and then subsequently doesn't hurt at all.
"—oh," she breathes, and starts giggling because when that much pain is gone it's almost a high. "Thank you!" she says, grinning, then reaches down between her legs to start rubbing herself, lightly, gently. Not for any reason, just because she's never done it and she wants to know how it feels.
She thinks she likes this "being a girl" thing.
"So, do you do this for a living?" she asks, rubbing her clit with a lazy finger and raising the other hand to her nipple to play with it a bit.
"Hobby, then? Kidnapping pretty girls and giving them what is probably one of the top five nights of their lives?"
"I think actually you're just crazy," he says. "...Also, probably one of the top five? I'm gonna take that as a challenge now, you realize."
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