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Korrath’s cock ached brutally inside his sheath, straining to unsheathe fully, but he forced his focus back to her pain.
Not about me. This is about saving her.
“I will fill you, lovely one. I must Bond you to me to alleviate your heat,” he told her.
She started to protest—then nodded her head.
“All right—I don’t understand why you want me so badly, but let’s do it. Only…”
“Only what?” he prompted, stroking her flushed cheek gently.
“Well, right now Hanna’s probably changing into her reception outfit, but soon she’ll go back downstairs, and the reception will start, and everyone will wonder where I am. So how long does Bonding take?”
“Normally it would take hours,” he admitted. “But we can do a speed Bonding to ease your heat. Later, when there is time, we’ll complete the Bond properly. For now, we can do this quickly—if you want.”
“Yes, I want it,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you—I need you inside me!”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Korrath felt a low growl of pure lust rise in his throat as he felt his cock surging free of its sheath at last, thick and heavy between his thighs. At last, his beautiful Mature Elite would be his! He put his hands on her ample hips.
“Come, Miranda,” he purred. “Let’s get you into breeding position.”
36
MIRANDA
Miranda was burning alive. Her skin prickled everywhere, feverish and flushed, as though fire licked through her veins. Her nipples ached—tight and swollen—while her pussy pulsed so hard it almost hurt. She had never been this aroused—never been this desperate. It felt like if she didn’t get filled—truly filled and bred—she might actually die.
She moaned with need as Korrath guided her onto the bed. His big hands urged her forward until she was on all fours, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a silken auburn shawl. She caught sight of herself in the mirror across from the bed and hardly recognized the flushed, wanton woman staring back.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need you!”
Behind her, Korrath’s growl rumbled low and deep.
“First I need to taste you—just for a moment—to help you open for my cock.”
Before she could plead again, his hands spread her ass, and his hot, wet tongue swept up her swollen slit from behind. Miranda cried out, nearly collapsing against the mattress.
“Oh God!”
He licked her again, slower this time, circling her clit before plunging deep inside her with a long stroke of his tongue. The rough velvet texture rasped over her inner walls, teasing and stroking, tasting every inch. She arched her back, hips rocking helplessly, tilting her hips to offer herself more fully.
“Mmm, sweet little pussy,” he growled against her, his tongue thrusting deep. “So hot…so wet…so ready to be bred.”
“Are…are you going to breed me?” Miranda panted. “I mean, could you really get me…get me pregnant?”
“It’s a possibility,” he admitted. “A chance you’ll have to take. There can be no birth control during Bonding. I’ll need to knot your sweet pussy and shoot my cream deep in your womb, lovely one. There’s no other way to stop your Second Heat.”
Miranda knew she ought to be concerned, but she simply couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feeling of his hot, velvety tongue licking her from behind and his deep, purring voice taking dirty to her. Every filthy word made her wetter. Her thighs shook as he lapped at her, drawing her higher and higher until she was panting, teetering right on the edge.
When he finally pulled back, she whimpered, desperate for more.
“Please, Korrath,” she begged, turning her head…only to see his shaft emerging from the sheath nestled in the thick black fur between his thighs.
“Oh God…” she whispered. She didn’t know why, but it looked even bigger here in her room than it had back on the Monstrum Mother Ship. Maybe because Korrath was so big, he made everything around him look small.
It was enormous. Thick and long, the slick red flesh gleamed in the low light of her bedroom lamp. Concentric ridges ran up its length, built for rubbing every sensitive spot inside her. And lower down, just above the root, was the bulge of his knot—already swelling slightly, promising to lock them together. Tiny white pleasure spines lay flat against the shaft for now, but she remembered what he’d told her—that they only lifted and injected their bonding fluid once the knot was seated deep inside her and he was filling her with his cum.
She shivered.
