Page 18 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
His hand holding the dildo dropped to his side, hooves clomping irritably on the floor as he watched me finger myself.
I whimpered and bucked into my own touch. "Please," I repeated, voice cracking. "I need to be fucked. Filled. I'm aching and I'mmadeforyou."
Or, you know, magically altered.
Lukas groaned and hunched forward as if he was in pain. His hoofsteps stuttered forward, stopping.
"You can fuck me with all sorts of toys later," I gasped out, tears filling my eyes. "But I hurt with how bad I want you. I need your cock. Your real cock," I added with a breathless giggle.
Silicone slapped against the floor and I shivered as Lukas stomped back to the bed, straddling it easily, his heavy body brushing over mine up to my waist. He glared down at me, blue irises devoured by black.
"Youare notalways going to get your way, Francesca," he growled.
"Kiss," I breathed out, stretching my face up.
He groaned and crashed down onto me, hands holding my face in a possessive grip, mouth slanting hungrily over mine. The kiss was starving and tender at the same time, Lukas’s tongue thorough and searching in my mouth, lips strong and caressing. One hand left my face to join my own, two fingers shoving ruthlessly into me, offering a better stretch than I could've managed on my own.
He shook above me, drawing our hands out of my core, drenched and dripping.
"Told you," I gasped against his lips, pecking more kisses over his jaw and cheeks.
"You get fed, cuddled, kissed, and probably spanked when we're done," he rasped, nuzzling his face against mine and moaning as I drew his hand back to my cunt, trying to shove the whole thing inside maybe, I had no idea.
"Yes, anything. Everything," I rambled, kissing him and whining as I fucked myself on his fingers. "Please, Lukas, baby, fuck me."
"You sleep on my cock tonight," he growled, pulling away slowly. "I've a mind to keep you on it until you beg me to draw out."
"One of us will break first, but it might not be who you expect," I answered back sharply.
We glared at one another for a beat, desire making our tempers sharp. And whoever it was who did break first this time, I couldn't tell, our laughter and grins sudden and shared.
"I knew the second I set eyes on you that you were mine," he murmured, grazing slick fingers over my cheek as he stood upright.
My breath hitched too. I'd known too, but I hadn't believed it.
I did now, though.
"Lukas," I pleaded.
He hummed and nodded. "You tell me if it's too much."
"It won't?—"
"Youtellme, Frannie."
I swallowed hard and nodded.
He stared at me for a moment longer, then looked around the room, frowning. "When we leave here, we're putting a mirror in front of the bed so I can look at you when I fuck you like this."
"Lu—" I started, because he wasdeterminedlydistracted from getting his cock in me.
Except he stomped forward once more, his coarsely furred chest rubbing over my own arching body. I moaned at the prickle of hair over my nipples, eyes falling shut and back rising high.
"Legs wide, filly. Wanna feel you holding me when I'm rooted deep."
I lifted my heels up, spreading my legs and letting my feet drag against his side as he neared. It didn't take long. Another step and his cock was sliding clumsily around my hips, up and over to rub onto my belly. I yelped and Lukas hissed, backing up.
"Wait—"
