Bride of Glass

by Jeanette Lynn

  Stupid, stupid, stupid, he was grumbling to himself.

  Bracing myself against the wall of the hearth, I felt like sludge. No, I am sludge. I’m sludgier than sludge. I’m sewage.

  I did that. I did all of that. With a few words and careless actions I’d crushed the male. I’d made him think I wanted him and totally blown him off. This wasn’t just some fling to him, this was everything.

  He wanted a beauty to his beast, but how was I going to explain to him I was anything but? And what if he figured it out on his own?

  Walking over to the table, I had to use both hands to drag out a massive chair, climbing into it to prop my elbows on the table. Resting my chin in my hands, I sighed, thoroughly kicking my own ass.

  It wasn’t until a bit of the sparkly looking plaster started to dust the room that I realized someone was banging on the cellar looking door to Zhuii’s inner sanctum.

  “What the…” Walking to the inward swinging door, I pressed my ear against it.

  “Fefaile! Hoo-ee! HOBEN! HOSIE! HUM SEE! Heck! Hook! Hosie! Hemail!” I could make out that much. The rest, as he rambled on and I shrugged and stood back, was lost on me. Heh-heh. Dirtbag.

  The sound of struggling reached my ears. Rek roared and someone shouted. The plaster rained down a little more. Heh. I reveled in the idea of someone coming along and whooping that ass. No, someones, a whole gang of them.

  The plaster rain stopped and the snarling muffles and mild thudding died altogether.

  Could it be? Did some horny beastwoman think to kidnap her a beast ‘warrior’? Probably not, but I could dream.

  Zhuii came stomping loudly back towards the main room, his quiet mutterings echoing down the way. Squeaking, I scrambled, popping into the chair I’d wrangled free to straighten, feigning disinterest as he came into the room.

  “That was fast,” I said conversationally. His grunt of a reply was as disheartening as the hardening of his features and reluctance to even look at me.

  Congratulations, I sniped, you’ve just gone and made everything worse. As if that was even possible!

  Zhuii dusted snow off of a thick pot, setting it on a hook in his fireplace to cook. “Too cold. Lindy-mi- Wait ‘til it make pop-pops.”

  “Pop-pops?” I was trying to ignore the way he’d avoided saying my name, calling me his. God, why did I feel like he’d just broken up with me?

  “Pop-pops.” He nodded, gesturing at the pot. Miming fizzles and bubbling, he gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  A loud sound rumbled from outside, and our gazes darted towards the front doors. Another rumble followed.

  Yet another rumble, followed by a roar, and then the ceiling shook.

  “Z-Z-Zhuii!” I screeched, when books and doodads along the shelves started to rattle right off. “Earthquake?”

  Zhuii stumbled over to the table, his eyes wide, feet planted far apart, hands out to hold him steady. “Earthshake?” he mumbled worriedly, confused but questioning, glancing down at me.

  “Earthquake!” I cried out. Running over to the big lug, I grabbed his arm, tugging. “Come on!” Pointing to the table, I planted my feet and tugged. “This way! Let’s go!”

  “Earthshake?” he whispered, tipping his chin to stare at the plaster crackling, a million tiny lines crumbling along the top like spidery veins.

  “Zhuii, please,” I cried desperately.

  Thick chunks of ceiling plaster dropped all around us, exposing the dirt cavern beneath the plaster above us. A thick hunk dropped to the table and I screamed my mate’s name.

  Zhuii looked to me then, saw the tears in my eyes, and everything inside the male seemed to soften. “Zhuii not-”

  “I don’t want you to die!” My fingers dug in until red tinted the little crescent moon shapes welling up on his arm. “Zhuii, please!”

  Without another word he dropped down, yanking chairs out like they were light as a feather, and followed me under the table.

  I hated earthquakes. They always made me feel emotional and frantic. This was no different.

  “Thank you,” I got out between sniffles, not bothering to ask or wait for permission before I crawled next to him. Wrapping my arms around him, I squeezed the shit out of him. He was so big he had to curl on his side, but he didn’t push me away.

  “Lindy- Rosie,” Zhuii started, but I took one look at him, the pity on his face, and burst into tears.

  “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” I wailed. “I screwed it up and now you think I don’t want you and I’m sorry I tricked you so you’d take us away, but I hate Rek and I didn’t want to fight and I was just scared and then we came back here and I like your lips and your tongue and I don’t- I don’t think you’re a beast like that and I-I-”

  I gulped in several huge breathes before continuing.

  “I wanted it too but I was scared of that too and you aren’t small you know and I’m sorry and I led you on but then I wanted it too and now you’re sad and it’s all my fault and you probably hate me and I don’t know what to do and I always ruin everything and I overthink everything and I- And you- And I know how fucking crazy I sound and maybe I even love you guys and- And I don’t know why I even said that I mean I barely know you, any of you, and I’m terrified, and your cocks alone are enough to send me running if my poor, aching lady parts don’t, and I’m rambling and you-”

  The rest of my words were drowned out as Zhuii bent his head and took my lips.

  This wasn’t a tame kiss, despite how careful he was of my human-ish-ness and his, well, super Zhubeast toothy-ness.

  He took my lips sweetly, heatedly, growling happily when I opened up to him and our tongues tangled. His tusks brushed the sides of my mouth but didn’t protrude enough to become obstacles in our way.

  Sucking that fat lower lip into my mouth, I bit down gently. He growled my name, the hungry noise he made that followed the sexiest sound. Liquid heat pooled in my insides, low in my belly, and I shuffled closer.

  I didn’t protest when Zhuii rolled, tucking me beneath him in the process, until he was atop me. Examining the wide expanse of blue fur puffed up on his chest, my gaze slowly trailed up his thick form.

  He was a magnificent specimen—I couldn’t say that enough—could barely take my eyes off of him.

  My legs slid on either side of his hips but I felt the need to point out, “I should probably mention I’ll be needing a lot of Dorothy’s salve first, before we do this.” I glanced down between us pointedly, the dress of my skirt hiked up enough to expose my mound, his thick shaft raring to go, jutting between his thighs, an angry, red knobbed, glistening flagpole ready to tear me in two.

  Thick thumbs brushed my cheeks as he bent and took my lips, eating at my mouth as eagerly as I began to reciprocate the gesture.

  “Slow,” he promised against my mouth. “Kiss. We kiss.” As if to prove himself, we did nothing but kiss as the tumbling stopped. A loud rumbling, like things falling, crashing to the ground outside, sounded off.

  Did the tree fall? Were we trapped?

  Zhuii’s tongue grew searching, his lips venturing down my cheek, to my jaw, and further, pecking sweet yet teasing kissing in their wake.

  “Zhuii,” I mumbled, feeling the ties of my dress loosening as his hands caressed my back. His hands slid to my shoulders, working the top of my dress open more.

  My big blue beast stopped there, swallowing hard as he resisted the urge to tug down the top completely down and enjoy the show. “Zhuii… Zhuii see?”

  He was nervous, licking his lips as if they’d suddenly gone dry, his dark gaze darting from my breasts to my face. He was also asking permission.

  “I’m- I’m still really-”

  “Sore,” the big beast finished, nodding. “Zhuii want to see, kiss.” He leaned in, pressing his mouth to mine, his hand skimming the side of my breast through my dress before pulling back. “Touch…”

  When he said it like that I wanted him to do a hell of a lot more than
just touch. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” Yep, eloquent as ever.

  His eyes fell on my breasts and lower, roaming over me, every part of me, to drop back to those two mounds with beaded tips, where they stayed. “Taste.”

  My sex gave a happy yip, squelching. Zhuii rumbled out a growling purr, enough to give Tokre a run for his money.

  Wiggling beneath him, I let parts unrelated to my thinking bean call the shots. “Y-y-y-yes?”

  Zhuii’s horns clanked the table top, scraping the wood as he lifted and I wiggled out of the top of my dress, leaving it dangling about my waist. Squirming, biting at the inside of my cheeks, my hands drew up to cover my breasts. I was suddenly very self-conscious as he hunched down and stared.

  A vicious growl had me squeaking and dropping my hands to my sides, but that sound, I knew, despite my reaction, was in no way angry towards me.

  “Leave,” he muttered, curling himself closer.

  His knees drew up and his pelvis curled closer, setting his raging erection, still safely wrapped like a furry taquito, over the top of my mound where it pointed straight up and out, his balls pressing against my heated flesh.

  I could tell him to stop and he’d move. Even in his Zhubeast skin he showed more restraint than Tokre in the bedroom. I’d never get over the others, other beasts, thinking, assuming he’d be anything like one of those Zhubarbeasts.

  Thick hands reached out to brush across my nipples, testing, teasing. He was curious, learning, gently tweaking and rolling a bud in his thick fingers. I yelped and moaned, watching as he had his fill.

  “They’re not very big,” I blurted, my cheeks pinkening so hard they hurt.

  Zhuii frowned as he spotted my tell-tale flush. Gulping, I glanced away, embarrassed. Leaning in, he nuzzled a breast, his breath fanning over the tip.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, right as his claw raked over the tightened bud and his tongue slipped free to taste.

  “Ah. Zhuii!” My back arched and I cried out, shoving my breast into his mouth as I popped up reflexively.

  His lips wrapped around my nipple and his tongue rasped over the end. I squealed, shoving my hands into the thick fur of his back, pushing him away to pull him right back.

  “Oh, it’s too much! Eep. No! More. Oh, oooh, the other one. Ah-ah!” I didn’t know what I was saying, but I didn’t want to stop there.

  My hips wiggled, my slit as slippery as Zhuii’s lubed up cockhead, of which was slathering up my lower stomach with dribbles of wayward pre-cum as my jerking hips massaged his rather large, thickly furred testicles.

  It wasn’t enough, but I couldn’t do more.

  “Zhuii… Zhuii… I-I want a turn.”

  Zhuii paused, his tongue sliding along the crease of my breast. Black eyes peeked up at me and I laughed nervously.

  “I want to… to make you feel good too.”

  His lips pulled back into a wicked smile that had my insides going all melty and gooey. “Zhuii feels good.”

  His gaze dipped and he ran a hand down my ribs, purring when it tickled and a ridiculous giggle bubbled out of me, my hips jerking to press into him.

  My beast lover groaned, his horns scraping beneath the tabletop as a shiver wracked his frame and he shook his head. “Zhuii feel very good.”

  Oh, if that purr rumbled any harder I could use him like a vibrator.

  Before I could form a response he’d moved on, discussion ended. He said he wanted to be claimed by his Lindy-mine, but Zhuman was doing all the claiming.

  His kisses dipped lower, and lower. He shuffled his furry body back to accommodate.

  His tongue swirled my belly button and I started panting. My hands lifted as he slipped free from my grasp, but I didn’t know what to do with them now. Did I touch the horns? His hair? My hands kind of flapped by the sides of his head, smacking said horns every other flap until he twisted, nudging one horn into my hand.

  My fingers automatically curled around it to grip it, to do the same with the other. My legs were trembling so hard he had to hold them still, running his big hands up and down my thighs soothingly. The exact opposite was happening.

  My fingers tightened on his horns as he moved lower. I had to look away, couldn’t watch as he bunched my dress up and I felt a breeze drift over my nethers.

  Zhuii made a happy sound in his throat.

  “I’m nervous,” I garbled out, my eyes squeezing shut tight.

  “Want you Zhubaby to stop?” He purred the words, his fingers dusting over the tippy top of my mound, his thumb slipping right over my clit lightly, where it stayed.

  A laugh burst from me at his teasing, tempting tone and the use of one of my silly pet names. “I don’t- No,” I admitted honestly, adding, “but I can’t… I’m not-”

  “S’okay,” the big beast rumbled. His humming purr kicked up and his fingers resumed their gentle exploration.

  His face was right there, right up in my junk. I blushed crimson when he inhaled deeply, rumbling at my arousal, and my insides clenched. I squelched, the sound loud and obnoxious and embarrassing and about fifty million other things, but this just served to excite the male.

  “Touch.” His hand slid over my sex, his knuckle brushing my wet slit. Hot breath fanned directly over the spot as his hand fell away. “Kiss.” My hands clenched on his horns and he purred the loudest purr I’d ever heard, his head dipping as his lips pressed into the top of my sex.

  “Oh god.” I cried out, wriggling as he inhaled, liked what he found, and kissed the same spot again.

  Realizing he’d found a sweet spot, he did it again, and again, until I was writhing beneath him.

  “Oh- Oh- Oh my. Oh… sensitive! Sensitive!”

  “Sweet,” he growled out, his hands going to my ass to hold me in place as he began to lap at my clit. “Taste.”

  I didn’t feel held down or without choice as he completely took over, but sweetly seduced and kind of… I couldn’t describe it. Amorously taken. Lovingly claimed, that was it.

  When it grew to be too much my hips started jerking, my grip on his horns helping as I guided him exactly where I wanted him.

  Zhuii sucked in a sharp breath and snarled, his tongue slipping over my slit to press inside.

  “Oh… sweet stack of flapjacks smothered in syrup!” Deeper he went, fucking me with his mouth like he wanted to with his dick.

  And then, “OH! OH! OH!” Oh, I was coming, hard, so hard it almost hurt. He growled at the taste of me, his snarling purr sending delicious shivers straight to my convulsing sex.

  “MINE.” Zhuii dropped my legs, licking at his thick lips, crawling up my body, my hands still on his horns. My legs dropped open, shaking in the aftermath, still coming down from that sensual high. I didn’t put up a single protest as he fell on me.

  My hands on his horns, high over my head as he hunched his thick body over mine. I felt it, his hand sliding between us, the nudge of something big and slippery at my entrance.

  Fuck yes.

  “Now, now,” I entreated, while I was mindless and everything still felt good.

  Zhuii didn’t need any more prompting, the fat, bulbous head of his cock pressing forward, breeching my flesh. His natural slickness and my recent orgasm paved the way, his fat cock working its way in deeper and deeper with each pumping thrust.

  We were both grunting and groaning, making funny noises as he tried to bottom out without ruining my innards and I struggled to accommodate him. He kept pausing, eager as he was, cracking his eyes open to make sure I was okay before they shut again in bliss.

  “Good. Good. Good,” he kept mumbling, making me want to laugh.

  He was wide but not nearly as long as Tokre. I sent up a silent prayer for fat cocks on patient males.

  “Make Lindy-mine mine. Mine. Mine… Ah-ah-ooooh. Ungh.”

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out Zhuii was half way home and already busting his nut. His hips started jerking erratically and he let out a snarled, keening sound.

  Sweat plastering his fur, he g
ritted his teeth, smacking the table as his head jerked up. Almost taking me with him with my hands on his horns, he let out a long, labored hiss.

  As he finished I relaxed, my sheath still clenching and unclenching around him in the remnants of my recent orgasm. Wetness seeped beneath us, pooling under my butt and I wiggled. Zhuii slid in farther.

  The beast let out a shocked gasp, his eyes popping open, head dipping to stare at our joined bodies. With a grunt he pulled out a little and pressed forward, a tiny, happy noise rumbling his throat when his monster peen gained more ground.

  “Doesn’t even matter that we just had crazy awesome sex. You want to keep going until your balls touch my border.”

  “Yes,” he muttered. “Claim Zhuii Beauty, then Lindy-mine claim her Beast.” Peeking up at me when he realized several more gentle presses and he’d meet his goal, he gave a curt nod. “Zhuii no know borders, want all of him Lindy.” Pausing, he grunted as he pressed that last fat inch home, groaning when there was nothing left and our pelvises ground together. “Mine.”

  I felt stuffed, but not pain so great he was trying to fuck my womb stuffed. “My… my cervix thanks you,” I murmured, gripping his hand to pull it to my face.

  Grinning at his perplexed look, I pressed his palm to my face and kissed the center.

  “My gentle beast,” I told him sweetly, nuzzling his hand when he laid himself over me, propping up on one elbow, his chest carefully pressing to mine.

  “Zhuii brave, strong, sweet,” his smile kicked up as he made a show of licking his lips, “beautiful mate.”

  “I guess you did claim me…” I teased.

  Zhuii grunted, suddenly serious. “Zhuii not cursed. Zhuii wait for him Lindy-mine.”

  “Oh, that’s good, because if you hadn’t,” my fingers lifted to his chest to swirl his name and mine and little hearts, “your penis would have fallen off.”