FABIEN
I almost can't believe what she's telling me. I know now that she truly is the one I'm destined to be with. A part of me wants to tell her now, but I know it may be too much for her to hear.
I'm happy just to have her in my chambers, tohaveher as I wanted to --needed to. The way I've hungered for her this whole time.
The only thing that isn't perfect is how soft and quiet it's been. What I truly want with her isn't civilized at all. It's rough and hard. I want to hold her down and spread her. I crave the feeling of pumping my seed into her.
But I fear humans may not love the way monsters do. I fear scaring her away with my roughness, my raw need.
Now, she laughs and runs her hands across her smooth, naked body, painting herself with my seed, and I wait for her to tell me what she truly wants.
"It's so thick," she says.
