As soon as the weight on the bed shifted I woke up.

"Where have you been?" came out of my mouth groggily, followed by a yawn muffled into the pillow.

Lizard grunted, and I knew he was removing his boots, something that made me smirk. Just a few months ago he never would have paused to remove his dirty boots, but I'd harped on about it enough that he'd started doing it on his own. I heard them clunk to the floor, then his arm was slinging over me. His chest pressed to my back on top of the blanket, his sharp chin in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

"Papa hurt."

I stiffened, rolling over under the covers to look at him. He kept his arm over me, face blank. It was still dark outside, only the light of the moon letting me see a dim outline of him.

"What happened?"

Lizard scowled. "Papa went tuh Gas Haven tuh talk tuh Jeb Jr. Was people there. Papa ran. One shot 'im in a leg."

"God." I mumbled. There had been people at the gas station and Jeb Jr. didn't say anything to the mutants. I could see punishment coming the old gas attendant's way. "Is Papa okay?"

"He fine."

Apparently Lizard didn't want to talk about his injured father. He pulled his legs up and tucked them under the blanket, pressing himself to me and making a low noise in his throat. I accepted the contact wordlessly, used to it. His callused hand cupped my bare breast and I flinched. My breasts were extremely sensitive lately, seeming to get even more so as they swelled all the time.

The movement made my elbows sting, and I remembered how upset I was.

Lizard sucked in an angry breath when I kicked him in the shin under the blanket. He glared into my green eyes with his frozen blue ones. "Wut?"

"You left me alone and I had to climb down. I only scraped my elbows but it could have been worse. It could have hurt the baby."

His hairless brow furrowed a bit. Obviously he had forgotten, or maybe hadn't thought about it in the first place. Lizard let go of my breast and put a hand on my stomach instead. His palm was rough and hot on my skin.

I blinked at him curiously. Sometimes I thought I had him figured out, a simple and violent man. But sometimes he surprised me. The moments when he would touch my stomach with such tenderness were those times. What he said next really surprised me.

"M'sorry. S'alright?"

He wouldn't look me in the eye, but I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, he's fine."

"Yew?"

That truly blew me away. Lizard didn't care if I was alright. Or so I thought. A cold fear gripped me by the throat like a hand, trying to cut off the link between my mouth and my lungs. Fear that maybe he wasn't just using me for fucking and procreation.

But that was ridiculous.

Nonetheless, I wasn't angry anymore. I brought my hand out from under the blanket. For a few seconds I hesitated, but I took a deep breath and put it on his cheek. I didn't miss how it made him jump. The gesture was something I had never done before. As far as I could remember I hadn't ever touched him of my own accord. The dark bedroom had fallen mostly silent, but I could hear his breathing speed up a bit.

His hands grabbed at me roughly like they always did in those situations. I didn't complain or struggle like I usually would have, hoping to mutely express my gratitude. Lizard either didn't notice or also decided not to say anything, going about his normal routine of hurriedly stripping himself before forcing me to roll on top of him.

My being on top was a part of the recent routine. Letting him fuck me on my back wasn't an option anymore, the position putting far too much stress on my already labored back. It had taken some convincing, but sex was easier for him if I didn't fight. I didn't really mind the unflattering way it probably made me look, either, with my bulging stomach between us and my hands having to press my engorged breasts into place to avoid them bouncing and hurting me. It wasn't like Lizard cared at all. I had a theory that I could gain three hundred pounds and grow a beard and he would still be happy to fuck me.

His fingers found my hair and pulled it loose from the ponytail, the dark brown waves falling loose almost to my elbows. My hair had always been long, but it was even longer after going without a cut for almost ten months. Lizard leaned up a little to clutch a handful and draw it to his nose, something I was used to. I didn't question it anymore.

I sat down on his hips, slowly rocking back and forth to take him inside me. Everything part of me seemed more receptive since I'd gotten pregnant, so the sensation was almost painful until I got used to it. Lizard liked to hear me scream, in pain or anything else, so I was happy to be on top and have some control of the pace.

A low 'aww' escaped his mouth, eyes slowly shutting. I pursed my lips and held onto my chest, adding a bit of up and down to the rocking rhythm. Lizard grunted and pushed up into me, causing me to wince and let out a gasp. That spurred him on, prompting a heavy buck upwards that almost knocked me off. I had to fling my hands out to catch myself, glaring at Lizard and breathing heavily.

"Asshole." I accused.

Lizard sneered at me, thin chest rising and falling quickly. "Git on yer hands 'an knees."

"What?" my voice came out shrill and panting. "No!"

"Do it. Won' hurt yer back." he insisted, shifting his hips again and grunting.

I thought about it. Did I really have room for limits anymore? I sighed and climbed off of him, doing as he said and positioning myself on my hands and knees. When Lizard told me to do something I did it. Like a trained dog.

Lizard gripped my hips and I shut my eyes. This was what I was reduced to. Fucking a mutant in the same way a dog would get fucked. Exactly like a trained dog. To survive I had to be one. Snuffling in the dirt and eating whatever I could find. Having pups. I hated myself and him in that moment, as I often did.

"Unnh. Aw, shit. Fuck, gurl."

[i]Good dog[/i].

He was inside me again. The angle was new, but the brutal way he pounded into me wasn't. I could clearly feel his sharp pelvic bones hitting the soft flesh of my butt, and the head of his dick was bumping into my inflamed cervix every other thrust. A small moan escaped me, because after months I was used to the pain of it and could feel the pleasure I got out of it, too.

I took what I could get.

All I could hear was his skin slapping on mine and his harsh breathing, plus the occasional curse that fell from his mangled lips. I thought back to the first time he had done this to me. I was bound to the headboard in the same bed we were in currently, screaming for help pointlessly as he fucked me until I tore and bled. I'd been tied to that bed until I gave in. A week.

Lizard had varying moods when it came to sex. Sometimes he would be done in two or three minutes, but there were times when he would draw it out for nearly an hour. Sometimes he would piston into me like a wild animal, but there were also a few occasions where he would be almost slow. Never gentle, but slow. I wasn't sure what type I preferred, honestly. I would have been fine without any of it.

That particular night (or early morning, I wasn't sure) it was over fairly quick. His breathing quickened and then stopped, ending with a long grunt and a halting of his movement. I could feel him twitching, fingertips digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. The pulsing of hot liquid deep inside me slowed, stopped, and Lizard was pulling out and falling onto the bed.

I maneuvered myself onto my side and located my underwear on the floor, wriggling them back onto my legs with some difficulty due to my size. Lizard made a few noises as he settled down, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. I shook his grip off, but didn't move. My nose was about an inch from his shoulder, and he smelled like sweat. Now I was warm, so I didn't bother with the blanket.

A loud snore came from Lizard and I sighed. This was my life now.

I'd just like to say that this isn't a story that will have sex every chapter. But I think it's important. Please comment.