Free Marauder Ramses by Aya Morningstar

sea.
    Ramses shuffles faster toward the edge.
    “Shit, you’re going to jump, aren’t you?”
    “I’m going to throw you first,” he says.
    “Wha –”
    And then he throws me. I fly through the air, the deadly water churning just below me, but he’s strong, and I land on the snowy coast, falling into a deep pile of the soft, white powdery snow.
    I look up and see Ramses leap, but the island has drifted further away, and only one of his feet hits land.
    I reach up and grab his hand, but he slips and topples backward, right into the water.
    There’s a big splash, and Ramses disappears into the water. A few drops of the water splashes on my exposed face, and it feels so cold that it burns.
    I consider – briefly – jumping in to save him, but then I remember those anatomy lessons in school. Not the part where the girls were snickering about Seraphim cock, but the part where we learned how Marauder genes dominate human ones, and most of the Marauder traits – such as ability to thrive in incredibly inhospitable environments and extreme temperatures – were passed down to the Seraphim.
    If I jump in, I will die. If Ramses is still alive to be saved, then he’ll have to risk his life to save me.
    “Just wait,” I say. “Count down from ten, see if he adapts and swims back up.”
    I don’t know what I’ll do when I hit zero, but I start to search the surrounding area for anything I can use to help. There’s a snow-covered shrub, which I run to while continuing my countdown. I grab at the branches through the pillow-soft snow and start to break off the longest ones I can find. They don’t seem very sturdy, but it’s better than nothing.
    4, 3, 2….
    I get to the edge and dip the branch into the water. Right then Ramses explodes out of the water, and he grabs hold of the shoreline. His hands slip, and I throw the branch aside to clasp onto both of his hands. I anchor myself well into the ground, and Ramses uses his strength to pull himself out of the water.
    Once he’s out of the frigid water, he collapses onto the ground and laughs.
    “Shit!” he shouts. “That is cold! ”
    I fall down to my knees and put a hand on his cheek, but it’s burning hot.
    “What the –”
    “My body warmed up to compensate,” he says. “Marauder genes. But it still feels fucking cold!”
    I’m shivering myself, and I didn’t even take a dip in the ice cold water.
    “Marauder genes or not,” I say, “you have to get these soaked clothes off –”
    “And we need a fire,” he says. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”
    He unzips his wet coat, then yanks it off and throws it to the ground. He pulls off two more layers of wet clothing, and suddenly I see his not-quite-purple skin. His muscles are bulging, and his eight-pack abs are glistening with beads of freezing water. I watch captivated as he continues to strip down. He grew up naked in a jungle, so it’s probably no big deal to him, but it’s a big deal to me.
    His pants come off.
    A really big deal.
    As he removes his underwear – the last piece of clothing –a rock-hard teal dick springs to attention. It’s huge , bigger than even some Marauder dicks I’ve seen in photographs. Anatomy textbooks...of course.
    “Ramses,” I say, staring down at his gorgeous cock. “Were you...looking at porn down there, or what?”
    He looks down at his dick and laughs. I notice his muscles are even bigger than when he first stripped down. His biceps have become positively massive.
    “Oh,” he says, “my body is adapting to the cold. Increasing blood flow...to my extremities...to stave off frostbite. The increased blood flow makes my muscles get even bigger, though my dick is always this big, it’s just hard to keep it warm. But yeah, the blood flow increases everywhere...makes me hard.”
    I stare at him in dumbfounded silence. How can I even respond to that?
    He smirks at me. “I’m not going to say it, but you’re probably thinking it.”
    I grit my teeth at