SATURDAY MORNING - EIGHT DAYS AFTER TRANSFORMATION 5:47 AM
Eve woke to pleasure.
Not the gentle kind. Not the slow, gradual build of arousal that usually preceded morning feeding. This was immediate, overwhelming, already happening.
She was on her side, Damian pressed against her back, and she could feel....
Oh God.
He was inside her. Already. His massive cock buried deep in her pussy, moving with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her entire body sing with sensation.
"You're awake," Damian murmured against her ear, his voice rough with desire. "Good. I was wondering how long you'd sleep through this."
"You....you started without me?" Eve gasped, her body already responding, already clenching around him.
"Your bracelet turned yellow an hour ago," Damian explained, his hips rolling in a way that made Eve see stars. "You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to wake you. So I just...." He thrust deeper. "...started feeding you. Figured you'd wake up eventually."
