Chapter Fifteen
(We join our heroes in Christian's house in Aspen, where they are frolicking in the bedroom doing bedroom things. Like fucking. They're fucking.)
I groan, grasp his head, and pull him down to me so I can kiss him. Wrapping my
legs around him, I push his pajamas off his legs with my feet, then cradle him
with my legs around his waist. His lips trail from across my jaw to my chin, nipping
softly.
"You're so beautiful." He dips his head lower to the base of my throat. "Such
beautiful skin." His breath is soft as his lips glide down to my breasts.
What? I am panting, confused—wanting, now waiting. I thought this was going
to be quick.
"Christian." I hear the quiet plea in my voice and reach down, fisting my
hands in his hair. He looks up at me suddenly, and with a shock I realize that the
familiar gray eyes have gone blood red. Oh my…"Christian?"
"Such beautiful, delicious sssskin…"
He lets out a hiss and I scramble backward, away. My husband, my
beautiful, loving husband, is transforming before my eyes. His skin darkens and
becomes rougher, and I realize it's because he's covered in scales. His nails extend
as his hands turn into claws. Spikes shoot from his back as his face lengthens. He's
still human-shaped… but only barely. My inner goddess trembles.
"What's wrong?" I murmur. "Christian? Don't you want to make love?"
Christian-the-lizard-monster looks at me incredulously, flicking his tail in
impatience. I bite my lip; I kind of want him to spank me with it.
"No, you ssstupid human. I am Kth'tiann Gia'rrykk, from the planet Krygon
in the galaxy of Andromeda. My kind hassss been infiltrating the human race for millions
of yearsssss, conning ssssimpletonsss like yourssself," His voice is gruff and deep. I feel a
stirring… there.
"Christian, what are you talking about?" I ask, because he's not making sense.
This whole lizard alien thing has thrown me off. I admire the color of his scales for a moment
as he sighs and eats a fly.
"Really I'm sssurprisssed you didn't figure it out. All the clues were there. But
you were too blinded by the handssssome human-suit I wore. I sssuppose it's my
good luck that you were willing to forgive anything for a pretty face." My
subconscious peeks over her glasses, admonishing me for not realizing sooner
that my husband was a lizard beast in disguise. Christian-lizard crawls towards
where I sit on the bed, and I'm too shocked to move.
"And now, Anassstassssia, I'm going to devour that beautiful sssskin of yoursss…"
I whimper as he bites into my forearm and blood stains our beautiful sheets.
How am I supposed to explain this to the staff? I start to feel a little woozy as
more of my blood soaks into the sheets, and the mattress below it, but the lizard-who-
was-Christian looks like he's enjoying himself. My eyes slide shut and I feel cold.
It would feel good to go to sleep, just for a second. Before I slide into unconsciousness
one last thought flits across my darkening mind:
Oh Jeez…
The End.
Author's note:
Full disclosure: I do not like this series. I don't like how it misrepresents BDSM, or glorifies emotional abuse, but I especially do not like that E.L. James is essentially making money off of Stephenie Meyer's characters, relationship dynamics, and plot devices. That's called stealing someone else's intellectual property, and it is bad. If you like these books, that's fun for you, and by writing fanfiction and playing with characters/settings/plot elements but NOT making money off it, you are being respectful of the author and original work.
If you want to flame me, that's fine, and if I want to speak out about the shady way these books came into being, that is also fine.
