"…Again?" he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
This was the third time this week.
He was disgusted with himself.
This wasn't right.
He was a monster researcher, a rational man from a reputable family.
Amethiel was no 'monster-fucker' which, unfortunately, does exist in their kingdom.
Humans who loved…doing things with monsters.
Sure, Amethiel wanted to propose humans breeding with Kree, but that was different.
It wasn't for fun or for pleasure.
And certainly not for him.
Yet his traitorous body reacted with undeniable, visceral arousal whenever his thoughts strayed to those tentacles.
The phantom sensation of their textured bands rubbing inside him, the shocking fullness, the way Kree's unusual form had pinned and pleasured him against all reason.
After it happened, he told himself he didn't like it.
Because he didn't.
Amethiel concluded that Kree's actions had messed with his body, twisted his responses.
