Page 7 of Breeding Season
“Fuck!” she screamed as the scent of her blood coated my cock. Her thighs tightened around my waist as delicate fingers clawed into the fur on my forearms.
And then it happened. I stilled. My vision went red as bloodlust seeped into every fiber of my being. The need to bite—to tear through flesh, taste her blood running down my mane, to consume not only her cunt but her—threatened to ruin everything. I inhaled her scent as my claws dug deeper into soft hips.
I was not my father.
This was Mát.
I would not eat her.
She was mine.I inhaled harshly; steam enveloped us. The consuming need drained from my roaring, hyper-focused body.
Her chest rose and fell as she still struggled to adjust to my girth. Greed stopped me from preparing her, getting her ready. That would come. She flinched. Her body, though secured atthe wrists and ankles, began to move beneath me, no longer struggling against the chute, but reacting through need.
A deep, guttural growl tore from my chest as Mát lifted her hips, widened her legs, and fucked herself with my cock. She was too tight, too small, but she opened for me. Her back arched impossibly high against the cold metal, a small, involuntary shriek catching as I helped her by burying myself to the hilt. The feel of her was divine as she squeezed every inch. My gaze locked onto her face as her eyes rolled back into her head, saliva dripping, and cheeks flushed.
I kept her pinned to the apparatus. I didn’t move, simply holding myself inside her, riding the pulsing pressure, letting the sheer overwhelming reality of my presence sink into her luscious frame. I felt the need coursing through me to fuck her into oblivion, and instead, started a slow, grinding withdrawal. The friction was agonizingly intense, a roar of heat in my groin that screamed to do the opposite. I pushed back into her, watching as her lashes fluttered as she, too, fought against the sensations, the bond, the tie.
Soon, she’d know there was no fighting this. I withdrew again, her tight pussy suctioning me, unwilling to let me go. I watched as her lips held on until I pulled out completely, a delicious sound meeting my ears. I stared at her open lips, begging for my cock.
Then, I pounded into her. A brutal, heavy pounding, deep and ceaseless. Her eyes drifted shut as the pain morphed into a sensation her nerves couldn’t process. I was breaking down her resolve one thrust at a time.
For years, I told myself I didn’t need my Mát’s love. Finding her was enough, but now, holding her captive beneath me, I knew that mere possession would never be enough. Her complete devotion was already a desperate craving.
Her thighs shook, and I grabbed her face, my claws stopping at her temple. Her eyes flew open.
“Watch as I break you.”
Her chest shuddered, breath rattled as her cunt squeezed me in a vice-like grip. A growl shook my chambers as I realized she’d given me the first of many orgasms to come. The control I fought to maintain threatened to shatter into a million pieces. I chomped down on my lip, needing the taste of blood as I pressed my hips down, hard, and speared into her over and over again.
She came again, squeezing me so fucking hard the constellations danced across my vision. I growled as I fucked her, holding fast to the reins of my control as a shiver ran up my back. My shaft split, thickening as I forced her wider, clawing against her walls as she screamed. I felt my Mát seize beneath me, the helpless creature caught in the iron grip of my overwhelming need. I felt her body arch violently beneath me, a deep, shuddering tremor that wasn’t climax but the shock of the claim. Her eyes snapped back open, wide and staring, not at me, but at the raw ceiling, as the magic took hold.
The sensation of her squeezing down hard on me was more than a climax. It was completion, a biological command obeyed.
It came in a torrent, delivered symmetrically from both ossified horns, filling her completely. With a deep growl, the split shaft hardened. Her eyes widened the size of the full moon as the two brutal, thick lobes spread outward, reaching, occupying, claiming—a living lock.
“Oh,” she cried, her face etched with blinding rapture.
With a deep, commanding thrust, I buried the horned shaft into her softness. Her guttural moan had me seeing red, but this time with lust, piston-driving relentlessly until the pleasure became agony and my own body gave way. I drove into her repeatedly, the knots grating against her walls, until my ballssqueezed tight. Then, the climax erupted from me. The torrent of seed shot simultaneously from both knots, filling her core.
“Mine,” I roared.
As the fluid saturated her core, the irreversible magical claim triggered. A searing, lasting heat exploded deep within her, radiating outwards—a permanent fever that would forever associate her body with my essence.
It was done. The initial breeding ritual was complete, but the night was far from over.
Witness
Pele
Flames engulfed me from the inside out. Not the cold metal of the chute or the rough flooring, but a searing fever that had settled deep in my core. It wasn’t a simple heat flash, but a terrifying burning truth that seared my insides and radiated through my veins. Every breath was a rasp, dragging the thick, spent musk of the chamber andhiminto my lungs.
I turned my attention to where my wrist was strapped—I was still fixed to the chute. On the plus side, the heavy, sickening weight of his massive cock had vanished, leaving an impossible, hungry emptiness that ached against my will. I was a vessel, filled and then abandoned.
But for how long?
My eyes darted around the room, and my heart rate quickened as I searched for his massive form. Relief filled me—the monster that consumed me was nowhere in sight.
It was fleeting because I was still trapped, unable to break free. I tracked the chain down to my inner thighs, where his seed gushed, not dripped, but actually gushed. I swallowed the lump in my throat as a dark violet map of veins had erupted across my skin, running a path to my navel where a hoof-print shape pulsed.
