Page 16 of Honey, I'm Home

Her screams are fucking gorgeous, and I’d be worried that her parents are not too far away if it didn’t feel so damn good to finally know what it’s like to be with Aster in this way.

Nothing could have prepared for how it would feel to be this connected to her, to feel her squeezing and leaking all over me. Every thrust into her body is a shot of pure adrenaline, urgingme faster and harder until she’s having to bite into my forearm to muffle herself.

The headboard is being incredibly telling, and I’m waiting for part of it to crack off with how hard it’s hitting the wall.

“Aster, you know you’re fucking ours. Be…pissed at us…make us earn back your trust but ride my cock while you do it. Or better yet, take any of your other mates’ cocks as well. No more confusion here; we’re fucking marrying you and you’re moving into that house and that’s going to be our story.”

She nods, her body bearing down on me while she comes. That extra pressure is my undoing, and I come so hard that it’s difficult to hold myself up. When I collapse next to her again, being sure not to completely flatten her, I lock my arms around her and keep her part of me because now that she’s been mine once, I don’t know how to function without her.

Not long after, my muscles begin to lock up, and I make sure I fall toward the wall that her bed is against so she doesn’t have to try and get me off the floor. I kiss her one last time before I’m completely useless, thanking any deities listening for this chance to love her, for having a soft spot to land when I lost control of my body, and for giving me a partner that wasn’t even slightly freaked out by my unique anatomy.

As I slip into unconsciousness, she’s fretting over me, cleaning me with something warm and wet, and then tucking herself against me, nice and snug. Once some time has passed, I’ll be able to hold her the way I’ve always dreamed of.

Chapter 8

Aster

“You’re walking funny. Like a duck.”

I freeze, mid-grab with a box of rocket pops at the grocery store, spinning to find the rude child that should learn to mind his own business.

“Where is your guardian?”

He shrugs and sticks a finger up his nose. “Why are you walking like a duck? Are you part duck?”

It’s not like I can tell this kid that I got fucked so hard by a massive honeybee cock, and yes I realize now that sounds like an oxymoron, that my legs are still a little shaky and I’m pretty sure my pelvis is now an entirely different shape.

I look up and down the aisle, wishing somebody would claim their property.

I’m going to make such a great mom someday.

“Look kid, why don’t you worry about yourself, okay?”

They shrug again, purposely pushing over a display of snack cakes as they round the corner.

A shiver runs down my spine, and not the good kind. Maybe I just don’t like other people’s kids; mine will be perfect.

Please laugh at my naivety now.

“Why, is that Aster Pepperling, all grown up? Let me take a look at you, honey.”

Oh my god, I miss getting my groceries delivered. “Hello, Ms. Janelle. It’s good to see you. Yes, it’s me!” I titter right back at her, reminding myself that I’m a professional in this town now and I can’t go mouthing off to everyone. Unfortunately.

“Wow, you look so good.” She clicks her teeth. “It’s too bad you cut all that pretty hair you had so short though. It suited you so much better than this. Don’t worry, it will grow back in no time.”

Well, fuck you too. I fluff up my hair with a hand and smile. “I happen to love the shorter look with my bone structure. It’s too bad you let retirement get the best of you; you looked much better before when you cared about your appearance.”

Okay, whatever. I could have been so much meaner. Someone needs to teach her that she doesn’t need to say every single thought out loud.

“Well, I never!” She looks outraged and I start to walk off, assuming the hugely pleasant conversation is over, but of course, my sex injury makes another victim of me. “Say, you look like you’re walking a bit funny there, dear. They say that’s the first symptom of that virus that’s going around; you should get that checked out.”

“Oh, no. I’m fine. Dev just fucked me really good last night. I mean, seriously. That man is a machine! Have a good one now, ya hear?”

Okay,nowI speed walk off with my buggy, ready to get the hell out of here.

Damnit. I haven’t even picked up half the things on my list. How badly do I really need to eat?

“Aster, your party is waiting for you at the front of the store near guest services. Again, Aster to the front of the store,”the intercom announces through the entirety of the store.