Page 17 of Breeding Season
I lowered my massive frame over her, moving slowly, deliberately. I used my elbows to prop my weight, keeping the heavy bulk of my chest from crushing her. My snout brushed against my ear, and the sound that fell from her lips as my hard body squished against her soft one was heavenly.
“I’ll fuck you like it’s the last time,” I promised. “But I need to know one thing first.”
“What is it?” she rasped.
“What is your name?” I asked. Her eyes widened with surprise, but then a small smile pulled at the corner of her lip.
“Pele.”
I didn’t wait for another word. My hands moved, not to seize, but to cup her head. I ran my fingers over her soft hair. Her lips parted as she looked up at me with those brown eyes. There was no terror, only hope, need, and tense anticipation. My cock was hard between us, begging for her heat. I lifted my hips, and she wrapped her legs around me. Soft fingers slid around my girth and lowered me to her entrance. I growled as her wetness welcomed my blunt tip. In one long, consuming glide, I entered her deep and slow.
She gasped, but the sound was breathy, not choked. Crying out as I bottomed out. She reached out, grabbing my shoulders, her fingers curling in my fur. I paused inside her, holding her gaze. This was my version of making love: the deepest possible connection, overwhelming and all-consuming. I focused on the powerful, deep hum of my magic hitting the blockade as I deliberately paced my breath to match hers.
I withdrew, pulling out of her just as slowly as I entered. Her jaw fell slack, her eyes wide with submission and pleasure as my ridges rubbed along her walls. I fucked her slow and hard, keeping a punishing rhythm as her thighs shook. I shifted my weight and reached between us, finding her slick, sensitive nub, and stroked it.
“Feel me,” I growled as I watched her face morph into a mix of pleasure and pain as her orgasm built.
“Taur,” she sobbed as her back arched, her breasts pushed against my chest with nowhere to go. I needed her orgasm more than I needed air.
“Fucking squeeze my cock, Pele,” I growled as I fought every instinct and kept that slow, agonizing pace. She stared up into my eyes, her eyes dilated as her mouth opened, and the most pleasing sound filled my ears: her moans.
“I’m coming. Oh, fuck,” she cried out as her pussy obeyed. I lifted off her, holding my weight with one arm. I looked down between us at the outline of my cock in her belly. With my free hand, I pressed down on it.
“No, wait!” Her voice was panicked as the pressure combined with her orgasm made her body convulse.
I withdrew and my instincts, which I contained for the first orgasm, was unleashed. The hand in her hair, now gripped her shoulder. Her legs widened to accept me despite her pleas to stop. I slammed back into her, the powerful, pulsing heat of my arousal a match for the wet juices she’d blessed me with.
I fucked her hard and fast, releasing her stomach and holding onto her other shoulder to keep in her place while I drove into her. She cried out, a high-pitched sound that bounced through the cave. I slammed against the blockade and it trembled. Her beautiful breasts bounced with each thrust, her body held still with no place to go took every inch of my ossified girdles. My cock thickened as my own orgasm neared, but I stopped it. I had to fuck her over and over again. My orgasms weren’t the focus here—hers were. She came hard and fast, her pussy trying to milk something I hadn’t given her yet.
“That’s it, Pele,” I growled above her as she ground herself against me.
“More, I need more,” she whined.
“Perfect. You’re perfect for me,” I praised as I lifted off her. Releasing her shoulders and I put my weight on my left arm. When she looked down between us to watch my cock disappear into her, I followed her gaze to do the same. My cock glistened as I lifted up and out of her. Her thighs widened further and I straightened. I grabbed her calves and folded her so her legs were flat against my chest, her feet just below my shoulders. Our focus on where I slammed into her pussy.
There was nothing gentle about the way I slammed into her pussy. I pulled out of her and her white juices coated my cock that sent my arousal levels through the roof. My thighs clenched and I fucked her pussy hard and fast. My gaze darted to her face as she watched where her pussy took every fucking inch of my cock. Her pussy started to tighten and squeeze as I sped up.
“This greedy cunt is mine,” I growled. Steam surrounding us as I took what was mine.
“Yours,” she whimpered.
“Louder,” I demanded as my cock split into two.
“Oh, oh, fuck! Yours!” she yelled. Her words echoed with the sound of her pussy getting pounded echoed through my pen.
The blockade walls began to tremble.
“Come on, come for me again, Pele,” I ordered. She shook her head as I lowered, pushing my chest against her face.
“It’s too much,” she cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lifted her chin to look up at me. “Please.”
“Be a good little Mát and come around my cock,” I snarled. Her nails dug into my forearms and the blunt tips of my cocks hardened as my balls drew up. “Now.”
Her body obeyed. Her stomach tightened, her pussy unwillingly clenched again. The feel of her needy cunt begging for my seed had my knots expanding, locking her in, and then it happened: the blockade crumbled.
“Fuck!” I came, my seed filling her as the energy flowed. The beautiful veins glowed a vibrant violet and ran from her pussy to her neck.
“Taur,” my little Mát cried out as she came again.
