Page 36 of Pleasured By the Panther
“Good girl,” he groaned, kissing her throat. “That’s it. Milk me, lovely one. Take every inch and come for me.”
Miranda sobbed with release, clutching at him, her body trembling as the waves of ecstasy went on and on.
God… I’ve never felt anything like this. Never.
And he hadn’t even come in her yet. God, what was that going to feel like?
She didn’t know, but she desperately wanted to find out.
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KORRATH
Gods, she felt incredible.
Korrath ground his teeth as he thrust slowly, savoring every squeeze of her tight little cunt around his aching shaft. She was so hot, so wet—slick around him, like she was made for his cock alone. Every ridge of his shaft dragged against her velvet walls, and every time she clenched, it was all he could do not to lose control.
She’s perfect. Soft, curvy, sweet—opening for me, gripping me like she never wants me to leave. Gods help me, I want to knot her. I want to swell inside her, drive my barbs deep, fill her with my seed, and bond her to me forever!
The ache of his knot pulsed, begging to be released, but he forced it down. No. Not yet. She wasn’t ready. Bonding was forever, and he would never take that choice from her.
Instead, he rocked into her, groaning at the tight clutch of her body.
“Gods, Miranda… so tight…so hot. You feel so good wrapped around me!”
She moaned beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, her pussy clenching and milking his cock. The sound of her need…the sight of her flushed face…the feel of her wrapped around him—it was all too much.
With a guttural growl, Korrath thrust deep and came.
His cock jerked inside her, releasing gush after gush of hot seed. He filled her until she whimpered, arching under him, clenching tight to take it all.
“Yes,” he groaned, trembling as wave after wave poured out of him. “Take it. Take my seed, lovely one. I want to make your sweet little pussy all creamy with my cum…want to fill you completely.”
“Yes, come in me!” she begged. “I want you to—want to feel you filling me! Please, Korrath—fill me up!”
Her moans spurred him on, and he lowered his head to murmur against her ear, voice hoarse with need and restraint.
“If I had knotted you,” he confessed softly, “this would have bonded us. Tied us together for life.”
She shivered beneath him, her pussy spasming around his cock, and Korrath held her tight, fighting the urge to make her his forever—when she hadn’t asked for it yet.
But she would soon—Miranda was made for him. He was sure of it and soon she would understand it too.
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MIRANDA
Miranda lay limp beneath him, gasping, her body trembling in the aftershocks of his release. She had never felt so full in her life—his cock had pulsed and gushed inside her again and again, spurting more cum than she’d thought possible. She’d read somewhere that a human man only ejaculated about a teaspoon of cum at a time—a tablespoon, max. But it felt as though the big Monstrum had poured a river of heat into her womb, filling her until she thought she might burst.
“Oh God,” she whispered, dazed. She could actually feel it inside her, thick and hot, coating her inner walls.
How can he possibly come that much?
“I…I’m so full,” she whispered. “I’m afraid we’re going to make a mess when you pull out of me.
Still inside her, Korrath pressed a kiss to her temple, his big body braced above hers.
“Don’t worry, lovely one. The living bed will take care of it.”
