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Abigail “Abby” Gregg, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

The slow, heavy movement of a large—make that huge—cock pumping in and out of my body made me gasp and reach for my mate.

I groaned with pleasure as the male fucking me took my hands and shoved them over my head, his heat enveloping me as he fucked me harder. Deeper. Faster.

“Bite me,” I begged. The voice was desperate, female, but definitely not mine. My body was too big, too tall, my legs too long. I’d had sex against the wall before, and I knew my legs were not long enough to wrap around a man whose hips were this big. He was big all over. Massive chest lined with sculpted muscle. Thighs as thick as a football player’s. Even his hands were bigger than anything I’d ever seen before, easily trapping my wrists between his fingers as he held me in place for his attention.

He thrust deeper, my—her—pussy stretching as our lover tilted his hips, lifting her—me—higher off the ground.

“Patience, mate.” His voice was a deep rumble, one this body recognized. Every cell in this body reacted to the sound with anticipation. Heat. My—her—pussy tight. So fucking tight. Ready to explode.

“Now. Please, do it now.” The words seemed to drive the male a bit mad as his cock actually swelled inside me, getting bigger. Harder.

Hands over my head, my back was pressed to a hard surface as he shifted his hips, moving in a circular motion until the body I was inhabiting moaned in surrender. I was right there, on the edge with her. I wanted to come. Needed to come. We were soooo close, but I—she—knew we were missing something. Something fucking spectacular. And she wanted it. Badly.

Now.

“Please.”

With a grunt, the male before me smiled. I couldn’t quite make out his face, his features a bit of a blur. Dark hair? Thick lips? Maybe. What I could see were fangs. Long. Sharp. Dripping with some kind of…venom?

In a panic, I tried to pull back, but the body I was in did the opposite, dropping her—our—head to one side to give this freak better access.

He was going to bite me! And this body wanted him to.

Holy shit. What the actual hell was happening right now?