Page 18 of Breeding Season
My hips continued plowing her until I was empty. The bond shrieked again, but this time, it was the connection re-knitting itself.
“Just like that,” she moaned as she took my seed. I lifted my weight off her, letting her legs fall as I continued fucking herwith my knots. Her breasts looked swollen now and I inhaled, the steam billowing, filling the room as I focused on one task: seeing white leak from her nipples. My mouth watered with the need as her brows furrowed.
I drove into her, feeling the bone-deep vibration of our souls joining, merging once again. The raw, desperate churn of my need for her knocked the wind out of me. This feeling, this emotion bubbled and I saw red at the thought of anyone harming her. I slammed into her, my balls drawing up again as she began to squeeze me once more. I didn’t stop when she cried out, I didn’t stop when her nipples doubled in size, and I didn’t stop when her body began to tremble uncontrollably. I watched the raised flesh of her belly revealing my two cocks as they claimed and consumed what was theirs. The knots continued to grow as cum spurted from both again.
I roared as I came a second time. It shouldn’t have been possible, but all I could focus on was that beautiful white liquid that squirted from her nipples. We’d done it. It was done, but I wasn’t.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she whimpered. I sat back, lifting her on top of me. Her head lolled against my chest. I lowered her, supporting her with one arm, and used my right to massage her breast.
“Taur,” she whined, her eyes still closed.
“Rest. It’s done. Let me do the rest,” I murmured in awe as the milk continued to squirt. My tongue shot out and I lapped up her milk. The sweet taste caused my cocks to twitch.
“You have the stamina of a god,” she groaned.
“You’ve created milk for me. I have to show my gratitude,” I hummed. She wriggled on my cock, still locked as my tongue swirled around her breast. I had one goal now: drink every last drop. I gently squeezed the other breast and it gushed into my face. If we weren’t locked, I’d rub my face on her breasts, butwe were locked and I couldn’t lower my head that low without hurting her, so I settled for licking it up. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, fluttered open and tracked my tongue. Her cheeks reddened as she covered her face.
“Don’t hide from me. Watch as I drink from you,” I murmured. She sat up and now I had both hands.
“No,” she rasped. I paid both breasts attention, squeezing, and drawing out her liquid.
“Yes,” I cooed as I ran my tongue between her nipples, licking it straight from the source. My good little Mát obeyed, opening her eyes, watching as I drank from her.
The bond was cemented.
My knots deflated and I pulled out of her as they became one once more. She squealed as I lifted her by the waist until she stared down at me. Her hands ran through my hair as I claimed the nipple with my lips. We maintained eye contact as I sucked hard on it. The moan that escaped had me ready to breed her again. Something had changed, between us. I felt it. She felt it. I rubbed my face between her breasts and moved to the other, sucking it as more milk filled my mouth.
A thunderous pounding tore through our peace. I growled as Jox, stepped into view, bowing his head and taking a knee. His eyes remained on the floor.
“Taur! Gorok! He’s staging a coup!” he announced.
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A profound rightness took root in my soul the moment the bond settled. I could feel it pulsing, the powerful connection running from my neck to my navel, a terrifying and absolute sense of belonging. Nothing would ever be the same again.
One second I’d been exhausted and sated, but oddly at peace, and the next, I was upright on high alert. I was still lit up like a Christmas tree. My veins glowed between us as I peaked from around Taur’s arm to look at the Herder. He’d moved me behind him in the blink of an eye.
Gorok had declared war on Taur.
The warmth I’d felt a moment ago was now replaced with a coldness curling in my chest. It took me a moment to realize what I was feeling was Taur. His emotions, his feelings, hisdread. It was so powerful I tasted bile in my throat. His body vanished, and the space he’d occupied was empty, leaving me feeling bereft. Taur was on his feet, moving with a speed I could barely track.
“Where is he, Jox?” Taur bellowed.
“The barracks are sealed, Taur. He has armed the lower Herders and is marching through the Labyrinth. The bulls of the South wing are with him,” the Herder reported.
Through the bond, I was filled with a raw, furious rage that wasn’t my own. Taur marched to the other side and grabbed an axe off the wall. As he headed out, Jox followed, and he stopped.
“You stay here,” Taur’s voice was an order not be disobeyed. “You don’t leave her side. If anyone, I mean anyone, attempts to enter this room, you kill them where they stand.”
“I mean no disrespect, Taur, but I must decline. I am your best fighter. You’ll be open without me,” Jox said. Jox’s head bowed as Taur pivoted. He didn’t hesitate. He backhanded Jox with the flat of his axe, a deafening crack that sent the bull staggering back.
“Your loyalty to my throne is proven by your obedience to your Queen,” he growled.
“Yes, Taur.” With Jox’s confirmation, Taur glanced at me before turning. His eyes burned and the anger I felt through the bond flickered with… longing. Then he left.
The silence that followed was ripped apart by the distance I felt as Taur got further and further away. I scrambled to my feet, naked but determined not to let the situation stop me. I grabbed one of sheer red dresses hanging by the window.
