Bath Milk Series by Y. Applecore

The look that crosses my monster's face introduces my nervous system to prey concepts previously unheard of by science. With my ex-fiance knocking down my door, I feel compelled to let him in. The monster from my bathtub has some feelings about that, and only a primordial fertility ritual can cure the jealousy that ails him.

When the monster from my bathtub told me about the mating tribunals demanded by his people, it unlocked a need in me that, before I met him, I was never even sure I wanted. With my monster, though, I did want it. I would tackle any number of breeding trials it took, surrender to him as much as my body would allow, to get exactly what I craved.I was so blinded by my desire that I never stopped to wonder what would become of me when my monster finally had me floundering in his domain... moreWhen the monster from my bathtub told me about the mating tribunals demanded by his people, it unlocked a need in me that, before I met him, I was never even sure I wanted. With my monster, though, I did want it. I would tackle any number of breeding trials it took, surrender to him as much as my body would allow, to get exactly what I craved.I was so blinded by my desire that I never stopped to wonder what would become of me when my monster finally had me floundering in his domain.But I would learn. less