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To allow strangers to witness a moment that was very personal and private, not something for gawkers to whisper about.
And there were so many of them.
“Cyderial, everyone is looking at us.” Some were pointing their communication devices right at me.
“Who cares? Let them look.” He pulled me into a tight hug so I might hide my face should I choose. “You are the only thing I am concerned about right now.”
Sanctuary was in that embrace. Melting into the arms of the monster who turned my life on its head, I found shelter. A place where I was safe to grieve and remember, I am wholly lovable. Even if I didn’t feel it in that moment.
Perhaps I would hate myself later for allowing such a man to hold me this way. Or, maybe I had to choose to survive as best I could, even if it was with a difficult mate I would have never chosen.
A mate who was letting me cry all over his uniform as he stroked my back and hushed me.
There was some comfort to be found in his embrace, but it wasn’t enough.
My pain at my mother’s rejection was so astounding that it physically hurt.
Unlike injuries from training or battle, it was not going to heal quickly or vanish without a scar.
All thoughts of touring the city fled. I just wanted to forget the day ever happened.
Do anything to make such loss go away.
I didn’t want to think. At all.
Reaching for Cyderial’s neck, I pulled his head down so I might whisper this all to him. I begged him to take me to bed and make me feel better. To use every trick. To do whatever he wanted if it would allow me to rest in oblivion when it was over. And then I sobbed in relief when he promised me he would do all I asked and more.
* * *
I woke groggy and swollen about my middle to such a point it was difficult to sit up. Earnest to keep his promise, Cyderial had done much to distract me from my sorrow.
Maybe too much, considering the size of my belly.
It protruded, the pressure great, yet the plug held firm.
Fat with cum.
That’s what I was now.
Hearing the clatter of a man cooking in his kitchen, I inhaled the scent of something delicious and found my body did not consider itself full enough. Hunger made itself known, my stomach grumbling something fierce.
But satisfying my body in that manner would have to wait.
With privacy enough to look over what had been done to me, what I willingly participated in, I let my touch linger over the swell of my stomach. The initial shock of such a metamorphosis didn’t upset me as it had the day before. Not now that I knew what to expect.
The skin of my belly was taut, yet it didn’t hurt when my fingers danced over it.
Even the pressure behind the plug felt… good?
Satisfying.
Natural.
Maybe even a touch perverse.
Perhaps some part of me might even appreciate what he could do with me. The animal side was quite content.
Shy to do it, but wanting to know, I let my fingers reach around my belly to the mound I could no longer see. My slit was a bit swollen, soft to the touch, and extremely sensitive. My breath caught with one swipe, surprising me that something so simple might curl my toes.
