Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Epilogue

"FUCK~!" Crystal cried out, her lungs husky, her eyes rolled up, and she shivered one last time. Then she was out like a light, and I trembled with anger. Not at Crystal but at the world.

Today had been rage-inducing, and it was like the world was out to get me. I looked down at the perfect Minx, now passed out in my arms, and I noticed that we never even turned on the lights. It was almost mystical how I could see her that entire time. Then I looked out the window and realized that the light had moved with the moon. It did not matter, and I pulled out of Crystal, who twitched, and I started to maneuver her. First, so that she wasn't horizontally across the bed, then I brought her to my side and pulled the blankets over us.

Rage still rioted through me, and my mind was stuck on the fact that my mother dropped a bomb and then ran away from my questioning. She ran away from everything related to me, and I shivered and hated her. I pulled Crystal closer and held her. She was such an amazing girlfriend, and she allowed me to rage inside her without care. She asked for it, and now I looked at her twitching legs; I knew she was going to feel it in the morning. She probably was going to already, but now I was absolutely sure it was going to be an issue for her tomorrow.

My mind slipped to the fact that there was a potential photographer who wanted to take model pictures of me as a Mistress, potentially. It was interesting, and I could not help but wonder if that was what I wanted for myself. 

The Sports start that fucks men and women while not practicing for the Olympics. 

Honestly, it sounded a little badass if I was being honest with myself. 

Then again, I was supposed to have kids look up to me, right?

How would the other side look?

I shook my head and pulled Crystal into my breasts, and she sighed happily. She snuggled up to her favorite breast, and it helped me feel more relaxed. Her legs were still trembling, and I held her tight to my chest. She was so amazing, and I remembered when we were fucking, and in my rage, 

I told Crystal that I loved her for the first time tonight.

Crystal's look of surprise, followed by her ecstasy afterward, was impossible to forget. She would not forget that I told her that, and I was not mad; I said that in the heat of the moment. 

I looked at the orgasmed, blissed face snuggling my stupidly large breast, and she looked so happy. I just raged inside her with my massive cock, and she took it and loved it. She was the perfect companion for me at this point. But that was what hit me hardest. I always looked into the future, always building for a life far in the future.

Someone like Crystal was never in the plans. Hell, nothing recently was in the plans. I thought I was going to choose something blue-collar, like an Elevator Tech or Welder, to make real money. Maybe even an underwater welder to use my physique to the max. I did not like that last one too much because of the swiftness with which death can come and how fast your body says no more.

No, since Crystal came into my life after one of the worst memories in my life, she made my life better and better. That was a fact that could not be changed. My life was better. No matter how many crimes I committed and covered up. 

I needed someone like her. 

Someone who liked what I did and rolled with it. She checked so many fucking boxes that the little signs of things that might not be okay are perfectly fine to me.

Something about her exes? Fuck them; I will kick their ass up and down the street, either on the street or in the ring. Something with her parents? It's not exactly like I am getting along with mine at the moment.

I found myself petting her hair as I watched her moan and jiggle my breast a little, sending a pleasurable shiver through my spine. She was such a little Minx, and I wanted her always to remain that way. 

My Minx.

My eyes started to droop, and I had no idea when, but my anger seemed to have simmered down, and I found my hand petting My Minx to be oddly soothing as I felt her drool on my breast a little. None of that mattered, and I slipped into unconsciousness nowhere near ready for the week ahead.