Page 29 of Bred By Fafnir

That seems to snap his soft resolve. I yelp as I’m jerked up onto his lap. My throbbing, pulsing clit pressed against his upper cock. The lower thick one already slick, the tip ruddy and weeping. When he grips my hips, forcing his smaller cock in between my folds I moan. He lets me take over, grinding on the hardened length until my thrusts are jerky and wanton. I’m teetering on the edge, looming over the drop when he stills me, lifting my hips to offer me his fingers.

“No-no, I need more,please,” I beg, my head against his chest. Sitting on his lap, it’s all I can reach.

“I will hurt you—"

“No more than I can take,” I counter.

The growl that leaves his throat should be terrifying. It’s everythingbut. He lifts me, notching his smaller cock in my entrance. I answer him with a moan as I sink lower, stretching inch by small, agonizing inch. My core flutters as it finally gives, letting me sink to the hilt. The sound he makes has me teetering all over again. Fafnir doesn’t take control again. He lets me lead as I ride him with slow, languid rolls of my hips, my clit grinding his base until I scream my release. My pert nipples dragging across his chest as his tail trails up and down my spine, making me tremble.

I’m still catching my breath when he lifts out of me, shifting my hips back. “I want you to rub your pleasure spot.”

“My what?” I breathe.

“This.” He flicks my clit, making me cry out, trying to evade him. I go absolutely nowhere in his ironclad grip.

“It’s a clit. Call it a clit.”

“Rub your clit, Lenora. I am seconds from wasting my seed.” He grits, and I obey a little too quickly. The tiny bud is oversensitive, nearing painful when I get to it. My own light circles on the pulsing nub makes me whimper before all of my attention is slammed to the way his hand grips his mating cock, smoothing it over with seed. I watch with parted lips, wanting so badly to taste it, but he’s having none of that. “Keep going, pretty female.”

His praise sweeps through me. My eyes flutter closed, unsure if I can watch when—

I scream as he shunts forward, forcing the head in. My eyes well with tears as his hand relaces mine, rubbing his seed over my clit. I breathe deeply, but each one only seems to make me twitch in some terrible way.

“Fuck, you’re so tiny. So tiny, my beautiful Sha'vria.” The word is so pretty, I focus on that, and slowly, surely, the deep-seated throbbing burn turns as he works me over, gathering more of his seed. I force my eyes open to watch him smear and paint my breasts with it, as if he’s trying to root it in my skin. “I’m going to breed your tiny cunt.”

I lose it, pleasure finally coming back to me with unprecedented violence. My hands are shaky as I grip his smaller cock, working it with my hands. He groans, whatever he is about to say lost to it. When he rocks upward, my body holds out for a few tense seconds before he sinks deeper. I’m stretched, too full, too wide, too fucking deep, but I want more. I wiggle, making myself hiss in pain before his hand snags my throat, robbing me of air. The effect is dizzying, my head already light from the way he’s spearing my cunt.

“Be still and let me use you.”

I melt.

My head knocks against his chest as he releases me, his warning clear. My hand still feverishly working his other cock. A wild mewlingsound leaves my throat as I press it against my clit, jerking it across the pulsing nub.

He roars out a curse in his language, and the hot jet hits me all at once. I moan, being so still as he works me down further, impossibly far. I’m sobbing by the time I reach the base. “Such a good little human. You’re taking my cocks so well, little Sha'vria.”

My body is trembling violently, his seed hitting somewhere so deep, sowronginside me. But fuck, it feels divine. The pain wrapped around pleasure, and both battling for the forefront.

“Look at yourself Lenora, look how deep my cock is. Look at what a good little breeder you are for me. Perfect, stunning female.” He praises again, and my eyes are blurry with tears when I force them open. Shock hits me first. I am…wide,unnaturally so, but it’s happening and... and it’s good. He’s still pulsing inside me, filling me up so much that it's leaking out from around him. “I want you to come on my mating cock.”

“I- I can’t.”

“Youwill, but you have to stay still, yes? You cannot move when we are like this.”

“Faf- no, I- it’s too much.I can’t.” I sob, pleading.

His mouth captures mine, and his deep, earthy, warm taste steals the rest of my objections. His expert fingers work my clit and my nipples until I’m babbling unintelligibly against his lips and again when I come, I don’t stay conscious long enough to ride it all the way through. The world dots and pivots as I come back to my body, my limbs like stone. “Shhhh, so close my mate. You’ve done so well.”

My mind blots again, but he’s still speaking, saying something important. I’m too tired to listen. Absently, I feel him pop free of my core, letting out a spasm of agony and an obscene gush of fluid. Helays me gently on my back, and my body shakes so hard my head starts to pound. I’m used, broken, ripped in half, but sated, oh so sated.

My body is jelly in his arms as he eases me into them, cradling me tightly to his chest as I try to swallow back every sob that worms into my throat. I’m achy all over and my vagina feels like it’s got a gaping hole carved through it. If he keeps putting his mating cock all the way in, the baby will surely walk straight out. I doze for a few seconds before the spattering of hot water makes me flinch. He eases me out, lowering the temperature before trying it again. All the while murmuring soft, kind assurances on his lips.

“You did so well Lenora, such a brave, strong female.” He all but coos as he rests me in his lap under the water, letting it warm and ease my throbbing, weary bones.

My chest feels raw too, in a different, soul deep kind of way. He’s cleaning me, using his soap gently between my legs. My teeth dig into my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out with each pass of his rough palm. When I’m clean, half asleep and warm, he eases me to the ground. My eyes are half lidded as I bend my knees with minimal cursing and inspect the damage. I’m bleeding, but no more than I do with a light period. My stomach feels like I’ve done a thousand sit-ups, but aside from the red, angry color, it looks more or less the same. No gaping crater in my pussy, that’s nice.

I let my head knock back against the shower wall to watch Fafnir as he cleans himself. Scrubbing the base of his horns where they meet his scalp. Next time, I’d like to do that for him. The odd, cloying well of emotions that’s been keeping my mouth shut and throat clogged finally breaks loose. “My dad committed suicide a little over a year ago.”

He stills, his Adonis muscles tensing, but he doesn’t speak, no false condolences and plications. I find it refreshing. “He had Alzheimer's,his mind… it didn’t work right anymore. He forgot things, himself…us. It was progressing so fast, we couldn’t afford the treatment, so he just—

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