Page 33 of Pleasured By the Panther
She nodded faintly. Relief mixed with a shameful, curious pang of disappointment.
What would it feel like, being tied to him like that? No, stop, Miranda. You’re not ready for that kind of commitment—you don’t even know him that well!
As though sensing her turmoil, Korrath’s voice dropped to a velvet growl.
“So…would you like to feel me inside you, Miranda? Just to fill the emptiness? No knot. No bond. Only my cock filling your sweet little pussy.”
Her whole body shuddered. She ought to say no, to stop this before it got out of control…but the words wouldn’t come. She was too hot…too needy…too empty.
“I… I think I would,” she whispered, trembling. “I feel so hollow. I just… I want to know what it feels like.”
Korrath’s smile was slow and hungry.
“Good girl. Then spread your thighs and let me fill you.”
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MIRANDA
Miranda couldn’t take her eyes off him. His cock—God, she had to call it that now, even if it looked nothing like a human man’s—was huge…glistening…and ridged. The broad, dusky-red head looked barely manageable, and the thick shaft seemed to go on forever. The ridges and white hairs gave it an alien, dangerous beauty. And that knot… she shivered just looking at it.
There’s no way. He’ll never fit inside me. It’s impossible.
But then Korrath stroked his massive length with one hand, pre-cum glistening along the head, and his voice was a low growl.
“You want to feel me inside you, lovely one? Let me ease that empty ache?”
Her whole body clenched. She licked her lips, trembling.
“Yes… but I don’t see how you can. You’re so…so big.”
His glowing eyes locked on hers.
“You can take me. The blooms have stretched you. My saliva has softened you. And you’re so wet and ready I can scent it.” He leaned close, inhaling at the juncture of her thighs, making her gasp. “Your little pussy is dripping for me, begging for my cock. She wants to be filled.”
Miranda’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it. She did feel wet—soaked, actually—her thighs slick where she’d been clenching them.
Korrath knelt over her. He nudged her thighs apart with his own and positioned himself at her entrance. The broad, hot head of his shaft pressed against her swollen lips and then slid partially inside.
She moaned at the sudden stretch.
“Ohhh…”
“That’s it, lovely one,” he murmured, his voice a husky purr. “Open for me, Miranda. Just the head at first. Let me in.”
She tried to relax, tried to breathe, but the pressure was intense.
“K-Korrath, it’s so big…”
“Shhh. You’re perfect. Your sweet little cunt was made to take me. Just a little more…”
He pushed, steady and relentless, and she felt herself stretching…opening around him.
Her fingers dug into the moss bed as she watched the thick, glistening red head sliding slowly into her widely stretched entrance.
God, he’s splitting me in two. I can’t—I can’t?—
Then suddenly, the broad head popped inside, and she cried out. “Ohhh! Oh God!”
