Page 22 of Wulver's Flame
The silent room filled up with my heavy breathing as my balls tingled. I pictured her belly full, stretched and round from our pup, with a roar, my seed surged out of me, spraying her belly.
I quickly pointed the tip down as I continued to pump out every drop of my seed. Splash after thick splash, it pooled on her belly. She was marked.
But now it was time to feed her.
I released my cock to scoop up my warm seed, holding her chin until I could pour it into her. It trickled down her lip, but I left it there for her to taste when the sun rose. I closed her mouth.
She groaned.
I froze, but she swallowed it all.
I moved down the bed to scoop up the remains, leaving my favourite part until the end, feeding the tight little gaping bloom between her legs.
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The thralls whispered about the chain above the bed. I snapped at them sharply until they scattered. I loaded the platter up, ensuring there was a generous portion of the porridge she loved so much.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was still asleep. I placed the food on the wooden chest to unlock her collar. My dried seed was on her chin. I smoothed her hair back and kissed her temple.
“You will thank me for this, flameheart. Your womb will remember what your lips cannot,” I whispered to her.
Sköll shuddered.
Breed mate. He whined.
Soon. She is almost ready. I replied.
“What are you doing?” she croaked.
I moved back to lock my eyes on hers.
“Unlocking your pretty collar,” I said with a slow smile.
She groaned, closing her eyes.
“May your sword arm wither like heather in a drought,” she mumbled before opening her eyes.
Her tongue was sharper than my sword. I opened the collar, and she lifted her head as I removed it. I wouldn't need to use the iron collar.
Soon, she would be bound to me in an unbreakable bond.
The bond would be her new set of chains.
Chapter 10
Liùsaidh
Irubbed the dried porridge from my chin, but didn't remember any falling from my spoon. My eyes flicked up to seehimgawking at me, my beastly captor who supplied me with delicious food.
He cleared his throat and picked up his bowl. He held a spoonful of the creamy concoction to my lips, and I opened my mouth. It was lighter than cheese, tangy and full of cream, better than the porridge, and best of all, it had honey in it.
I didn't want to like it, but the creamy substance melted in my mouth.
“Thank you,” I said, snatching the bowl from his hands.
He chuckled and handed me his spoon.
“Eat up. You will need every bite to keep that sharp tongue of yours,” he said, picking up a piece of smoked eel.
