Chapter 76

Remy felt as though his balls were about to burst, they were that taut, that full. Mari's hot juicy pussy clenched him in a grip so unbelievably tight, he wasn't sure he'd survive the experience. It was all he could do not to pound up into her, but he was terrified at the thought of causing her harm.
The friction as she slid up and down his aching shaft was phenomenal, he could feel it to his toes. Her nipple was diamond hard beneath his palm, and he could still taste its salty sweetness on his tongue.
She was perfect. It had never occurred to him that a woman could take him in this form. In his natural shape, sensations were magnified, and he felt her heat warming his entire body. When she quickened her pace, riding him harder and faster, her broken little cries filled his ears along with his own harsh grunts. Finally he could hold back no longer. He bucked his hips, driving up into her channel in short shallow strokes.
"Yes!" She shifted to take him even deeper, which he wouldn't have believed was possible. He felt his glans butting up against her cervix, prayed he wasn't hurting her, but too far gone to stop.
His hand tightened in her silky hair. He knew she liked having it tugged, so he didn't loosen his grip as he fucked up into her. His fangs bit into his own lip, and he tasted blood.
He pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and Mari screamed his name, probably loud enough to be heard on the street.
Remy could care less. Her snug pussy convulsed around his shaft, gripping his cock in a series of powerful rippling contractions. He shouted her name as well as his balls exploded. He shot into her hot cavern over and over, until it leaked out, bathing his groin in a sticky mixture of his fluid and hers.
She continued to ride him for long moments, until her contractions finally started to settle, and the stars began to recede from Remy's vision. When she was finally sated, Mari collapsed bonelessly on Remy's chest.
He rolled her to the side, pulling out of her as gently as he could.
"Are you all right, cherie?" He brushed a strand of hair away from her damp cheek. She looked up at him with a beatific smile.
"Fabulous," she murmured, running a finger over the tiny puncture wound on his lower lip. "You're the only one who was injured."
A laugh rumbled up out of his chest. "Well worth it, my dear. Well worth it."

The first place they headed after sunset was Mari's apartment. She'd put her uniform dress back on, but she didn't really want to wear it out shopping. She only lived a few blocks off the beach, but they drove. Remy's car turned out to be a sleek little European sports car with leather seats so soft they felt like silk. Mari relaxed into it with a happy purr. She was sore from all their lovemaking, but she wouldn't change it for the world.
"You're hurting, aren't you?" His grumble was more accusation than soothing. "I told you I was too big in that shape..."
"Oh, get over yourself, big guy. I'm a little sore, but nothing I couldn't heal by changing and going for a swim. I'll be fine."
His laughter warmed her heart. "Then after we go shopping, I guess we'll go for a swim. It's a good thing I'm not sensitive to the cold. This time, though, might I suggest we take towels with us? And avoid gunfire?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." And if all went well and the cup was still for sale at the shop, tonight would be her last chance to spend any time with him before he left to return it to his clan. She refused to look too closely at how much that idea sucked.
He parked the car outside her ratty little apartment building and climbed the flight of stairs to her second floor studio. When they reached the top, she started digging through her jacket pockets for her keys.
"Mari?" Remy's voice made her look up at him. "Do you have a roommate?"
"N-no." She followed his gaze to her door which was cracked open. "What the hell?"
"Wait here." He pushed her back into the stairwell and glared her down until she nodded her acceptance. He dropped a kiss on her nose and turned back to her door. She kept the heavy fire door of the stairwell open just a crack so she could watch him. First he listened at her door. Then, he slowly, cautiously, eased it open and slipped inside.
When she saw him walk back out and beckon to her, she realized she'd been holding her breath. She let it out with a long sigh as she rejoined him in the hallway.
"It's pretty bad," Remy told her before she got to where she could see in through her open door. "You should probably call the police."
Her heart dropped into her stomach. Everything she'd ever owned was in that room. She swallowed hard and took his offered hand for support as she stepped inside.
He was right. Her place had been thoroughly trashed. Books and papers had been dumped everywhere. Her closet and drawers had been emptied, though, thankfully, it didn't look like her clothes had been shredded or destroyed - just relocated. The cushions on her futon had been sliced open, though. She'd never be able to sleep on that again. Same went for her one comfy chair.
"Someone was looking for something," Remy said grimly, righting a potted plant and scooping the spilled soil back into the now chipped ceramic pot. "Any idea what?"
Mari inspected a pair of jeans for damage. Finding none, she tugged them on under the skirt of her uniform. Then she pulled the dress over her head and found a wrinkled but intact sweat shirt, which she put on as well.
"None. I have no clue in the world, Remy. I'm just a student. What could I have that anyone could want? This has to be just a random burglary. Somebody was looking for cash, or drugs."
"Anything missing?"
"Who can tell?" She slowly spun in place, searching the room. When her gaze alit on her desk, she cried out. A stab of horror sliced through her midsection like a blade.
"What?"
"My computer!" She ran to the desk and began looking around it for her laptop. Nowhere. Tears welled up in her eyes. "My final papers were all on there!"
"Merde!" Remy gathered her in her arms. "Do you have them backed up anywhere?"
A little of her panic receded. Now she just felt stupid for freaking out. "Yeah. On the campus server. And on my flash drive - the one on my key chain. Sorry."
"Don't be. You're being calmer than most people would in this situation. So should we call the cops?"
Mari shook her head. "No. I'd really rather they not dig too closely into my background, if you know what I mean. My birth certificate is real, and my social security card. The rest - not so much."
"Okay. As long as you're sure. I'll admit I'd rather not get tangled up in an international incident myself." His hands stroked down her back in a soothing motion, and he kissed the top of her head.
It felt so nice to stand here with his arms around her, but there was work to be done. She took a deep breath and pushed him away. "Come on. The antique store is only open for another hour or so. We need to get moving."
While she found tennis shoes and socks, he started to straighten things up. Ten minutes later, they were back in his car.