Victoria

Nero doesn’t stop running until we reach the Classis. The crew is already waiting for us, the ship’s engine primed and ready to go.

In the distance behind us the fire roars, the entire mansion engulfed in flames, drawing attention from every citizen of Massa.

We pass by nearly undetected.

“Go,” Nero roars as soon as he enters the ship. “Go!”

The ship rumbles and takes off, and my mate collapses onto the floor. His body shifts and changes: his horns disappear, as do the fangs, and he returns to his (still impressive) Elban form.

His naked body rises up and down with every breath, a weak smile on his face.

“We did it,” he breathes.

“You did it,” I correct him.

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

The few Octavius warriors that are left pour into the room, take Romulus to the ship’s med-bay and bring Nero and I a blanket to cover our bruised and scraped bodies.

My mate sits up, resting his back against the wall, his eyes closed.

“What happened?” I ask after a moment. “What was…”

“What I became? I have no idea,” he says. “It must be my heritage, Decimus’s heritage, something in his blood. Magnus had the same power.”

“Do you think he’s dead?”

Nero shakes his head.

“Evil isn’t defeated that easily. He might still live. Not that it matters. We’re going through that portal and closing it from the other side. No one will be able to follow us.”

“Are you… are you sure?” I ask. “You’ll never be able to return. I mean, this world is where you belong.”

“I’m sure.”

His eyes find mine. He’s telling the truth.

“I belong wherever you are, Victoria. There’s nothing for us out here.”

“What about Romulus? Or the rest of your crew?”

“They’ll follow me into death itself. Earth can’t be that bad in comparison.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I know I am. Come, let’s enjoy the view.”

Nero climbs to his feet, the blanket wrapped around his naked frame, and hand-in-hand we make our way to the observation deck.

The purple, swirling vortex awaits us.

My hand finds his.

Our fingers entwine.

The ship enters the portal. Colors pass us by, space itself transforming into a long, kaleidoscopic tunnel, ending in a blaze of light so bright I have to close my eyes.

When I open my eyes again, we’re back in the milky way. I see familiar planets in the distance, constellations I’ve spent a lifetime looking up at all around us.

The ship launches a torpedo right into the swirling portal, and it disappears a moment later.

“The torpedo collapsed the portal from the inside,” Nero says. “This is our home now. No way back.”

I squeeze Nero’s hand. It’s hard to believe our adventure is over… oh, who am I kidding. It’s far from over. I’m mated to an alien, shifting warrior. My adventure is never over.

An Elban warrior knocks on the door behind us.

“Everything has gone according to plan, sir. The portal is closed. If you like, we could hail Earth.”

“Not yet,” Nero says. “Run the ship on low-energy until further notice. Romulus and I need some time to recharge before we face the humans.”

“Affirmative, sir.”

* * *

Nero

The warm water washes all the blood away. My bruised and battered body is covered in scratches, marks, bites. I rest my forehead against the tiles of the showers, replaying all of the events in my mind.

I was as good as dead.

My time had come.

Chained up like a beast. Left to rot. To wither away.

And then, out of nowhere, Victoria appeared. A guardian angel. An utterly foolish one… but a guardian angel none the less.

Seeing her hurt awakened the beast inside of me. It came over like a tidal wave. All of my life I’ve fought against it, struggled, afraid of what might happen… and in the end, it was that same beast that saved all of us.

Victoria is watching me from the doorway.

“What are you thinking?” I ask. “Do you think I’m a monster?”

“Of course not,” she says. “You’re my savior. My hero.”

“You saw me. I’m a hideous freak.”

My mate slips the dress from her frame, exposing her milky, naked body to me. Instantly my body responds. My eyes are glued to her as she saunters over. I thought she’d be afraid of me now, mentally scarred now that she’s seen what I truly am… but there’s nothing but tenderness in her eyes.

With a hint of lust.

Victoria places her hands on the places where my horns appeared.

I jerk myself away.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?” she asks, genuinely surprised. “I love you Nero, every shape, every form of you.”

“Why? You’re not scared of me?”

“No. Because no matter what, I know it’s you. Even if you’re a bit taller, a bit broader, a bit more beastlike… it’s still you. And I love you.”

I lean back against the wall. I don’t deserve such unconditional love… or so I always thought. Yet Victoria is here, with me, even after everything, and I can tell she means every word she says.

“What? Don’t look at me like I’m crazy,” she chuckles.

“You’re not crazy — I am,” I say. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

“Uhh, you saved my life how many times now?” Victoria laughs. “I think you more than qualify for my love.”

She leans in and kisses me, and I return the kiss, my hand moving to her neck, the water running down both our bodies now.

I love the feeling of her body against mine. Feeling her pulse, her heart beat against my chest. Her breath on my lips. Her tongue on my bottom lip. Her soft moans reaching my ears.

This is what I was made for. What we were both made for.

As my hand slides down her waist, cupping her ass, the beast inside of me roars. My cock grows hard, pushing against my mate, and she purrs in return.

Her hand slides down, cupping my cock, her fingers barely wrapping around it.

“My beast wants out,” I warn her.

“Let it,” she says.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

Her eyes are sparkling with lust now, a wicked smile on her lips as she rubs the head of my cock against her wet folds.

“I think it’s kinda sexy,” she whispers. “You’re like a werewolf. So big, so strong… you could ravish me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I’d be your plaything. Yours to use. My body yours.”

“Fuck,” I growl, biting down on my bottom lip so hard I draw blood. Every word that leaves Victoria’s lips is making me harder and harder. Every beat of my heart is bringing the beast inside me closer and closer to being released.

Victoria drops to her knees in front of me.

“Allow me to properly thank you,” she smirks.

As soon as her tongue touches my cock… the beast is released.

* * *

Victoria

Maybe I’m crazy… but I want what I want.

And right now, what I want is to drive Nero absolutely crazy. When he looks at me with those lust-filled eyes, when his knees buckle, his heart races, I feel completely alive, wanted and desired.

I live for driving him crazy with lust. He’s always been a beast… but now I know there’s an actual beast inside of him. A nine feet tall, horned, fanged, drop-dead gorgeous beast.

And I want to do is drive him so crazy he can’t control himself a moment longer. That he wants me so much that he lets go of all the brakes, that he gives in, that he takes me, uses me, ravishes me.

Maybe I’m crazy. But, I don’t care. My heart belongs to Nero, beast and all.

His Elban cock pulses in front of me, and I lick my lips in anticipation. Even without shifting he still has a giant cock. I grab a firm hold, feeling the hardness, the warmth in my hands.

I plant a warm, wet kiss on the purple head, and Nero growls with approval, a low, animalistic sound. I glance up, smirking, as I take him deeper into my mouth.

The shift has subtly changed him. His hair is a bit longer, a bit wilder, and his teeth seem to be a bit sharper. It doesn’t matter to me. He’s an alien warrior — that he’s also a horned, snarling, werewolf-like beast at times… that’s just icing on the proverbial cake to me.

“You’re are tempting the beast,” Nero says. “Careful.”

“Let him out and play.”

I take Nero’s cock as far down my throat as I can to prove my point. Release yourself, baby.

He roars my name as he shifts, one fist grabbing my hair, the other one pounding the wall so hard it dents a few tiles. He grows taller, broader, the horns appearing on his head once more, his irises turning red.

And, one thing I hadn’t noticed before — his cock grows bigger as well.

His strong hands grab my arms, and he pulls me up into the air as if I’m as light as a feather. His hands rest on my ass, my legs slipping around his waist.

I rest my hands on his cheeks, gazing into his eyes. The tips of my fingers press against his horns, feeling their hardness, their texture.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Nero growls. “Until you beg for mercy.”

My heart skips a beat. “Try me,” I say.

My mate growls and nips my shoulder, his fangs pressing into me as he forces the head of his cock into my pussy, my lips spreading to accommodate his immense size.

Pain and pleasure mix as he draws a trickle of blood, his cock entering me inch at a time. I’ve never been this wet, this aroused, and this filled before.

I moan his name as I close my eyes and throw my head back.

I’m absolutely weightless, unable to do a single thing but slide down his throbbing manhood. My toes curl, my heart races, and pleasure courses through my veins in ever more powerful waves as I’m spread, filled and fucked by Nero’s alien cock.

This is heaven.

* * *

Nero

I give into pleasure. Into desire. Into lust.

Victoria has pushed me over the edge, and now her lips are wrapped around my pole, her hands holding onto my neck for dear life as she rides me, as I slide my cock into her, my hips a blur as I pound her with all the strength I have.

The feeling is overwhelming.

My mate accepts me, body and soul. She loves me, no matter what. Even this beastly form she cares for.

I can be myself.

No more secrets.

No more surprises.

I no longer have to be ashamed of my heritage.

From this point on, I’m going to share everything with my mate. Every thought, every hope, every fear.

I kiss her deeply, my fangs grazing her lips, my tongue finding hers, as my orgasm builds.

“Yes,” she pants. “Fill me, Nero. Give me your baby!”

Yes.

I’m going to knock her up. Fill her with my seed. Start a family, a new line.

I can’t imagine a happier future.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as my cock throbs harder and harder, my seed begging to be released. Hearing my mate panting my name is what sends me over the edge.

With one final push I completely bury myself inside of her. I roar her name as I unload, as I explode, as I come — hard.

My seed fills her.

She is mine.