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I slam back in, pounding her half a dozen times before pulling out, spanking her, and then pinching and petting her slippery clit again.

I repeat until we are both poised on the brink of madness.

“Tell me to knot you.”

“Please!”

“Tell me to ruin this filthy cunt that has not stopped coming all day.”

“Please knot me!”

She doesn’t have a clue what she is begging me for.

Fist in her hair, I surge deep, knot bulging at her entrance, taunting her as I growl beside her ear. “You’ve been a very bad girl and disobeyed me. Begged me to claim you. You have brought this upon yourself.”

“I have. Please, I have.”

My cock flexes inside her, and I let the knot sink a small way in.

“Hush.” Her pussy quivers over my length, on the cusp of a climax that will break us both. “Beg me to knot your deserving cunt.”

“Please, knot me, I deserve it!”

Fingers sliding down her body, I find her engorged clit and strum it without mercy.

Then I push, feeling brief resistance before my knot slips inside.

I shudder with the intense pleasure.

She screams. It rents the forest, visceral and full of pleasure. Her pussy fists my cock in loving waves as she tumbles over into bliss.

I come with a roar, hot cum splashing against the entrance of her womb, knot locked as she jerks and twitches through the throws of an orgasm. My teeth find her throat, and I bite, tasting blood, feeling the bond surge between us.

Mine!

Chapter Eleven

Wolf

Reality intrudes into the high of claiming Fawn. A hail from my pack leader greets me when I shift to my wolf form to carry her home.

“The bastard is still here. He is the leader of all the fucking herds and has alliances with the centaurs. A point he lamented in an overly bold way. If I didn’t think it would start a war, I’d have already punched the smug bastard in the face. I strongly suggest that you impress upon him your claim with Fawn, assuming you have actually told the lass now, and find a diplomatic way to send him on his way.”

Fuck!

I take her to her home, put her down inside, bolt the door, and brace myself for the conversation that must be had.

“There is a stag in the village,” I say bluntly. “He will not fucking go.”

She blinks at me a few times. The lass is naked and smells of me. This is very fucking distracting, so I stalk over to her dresser and rummage for some clothes. I fucking hate these pants and shirts she favors. I want to rip them all up and replace them witha dress, as it will provide better access to her hot cunt. But today, I like that they cover her up.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

Her protest accompanies me shoving her into the offensive clothes.

“Hush, lass. I cannot think straight while you are naked and will likely rut you again before we can have this important conversation.”

“What do you mean by stag?” She is meek, nibbling on her lower lip as I close the buttons on her shirt.

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