She tried to pull away from him, but he found her mouth again and held onto her tightly. It didn’t matter anymore, nothing about her past or Prayer, or the thralls around them—the incoming danger—mattered. All that mattered was that the gods smiled upon his sacrifices and gifted him a female so perfect. And he had already claimed her. A boon for all his hurts, his battles, and the blood he lost in each one. The God queen of his people had given him the means to breed a future lineage of great warriors.
He sucked hard on Calavia’s tongue until her whimpers faded back to moans and her pelvis rocked against his prick.
Mount me, female.The need burst like wildfire in his skull.
He needed to mate her in the way of bulls. He needed her small human quim working itself upon his member, he needed to know she had chosen him despite the fact that he was going to take her anyway. The future be damned.
He tore his mouth from hers with a growl and lowered them to the ground on her remaining wax. Within seconds, the thin layer softened beneath them, cradling Calavia’s body. It did not stick to her and when he touched it with his fingers, it did not stick to him. Astegur turned his attention from it and moved over Calavia hungrily, but only for a moment. He grasped her hips and spun them until she was atop him, straddling his stomach.
“Mount me,” he ordered. He shoved aside his loincloth and caught up the thin folds of her dress, making sure not to rip the material.
Her hair was a ghastly mess, haloing her shoulders, covering her chest, and sticking to her trembling, kiss-bruised lips. He bunched her dress in his hands and exposed her sex where it hovered above his.
Her fingers curled on his chest. “I have not fully recovered from the last time.”
“Then go slow, but mount menow,female.” Astegur growled. “And I vow to be your hero.”
“Hero,” she said so softly he barely heard the word leaving her lips. “My mother spoke of heroes. They do not exist.”
A desperation filled him. His eyes snapped from her face back to her cunt, so close to his cock. A hairsbreadth above his aching tip. Heroes did exist, he wanted to tell her, but they never existed long. It did not matter, because heneededher to mount him, to claim him as much as he had already claimed her. His body had primed itself, sensing a mate that was everything he wanted. His brothers would be envious. If she would just work herself down onto his member...
Astegur gripped her hips and pressed her hard against his cock; his hungering, cum-covered tip slipped over her tight core.
So close…His mouth watered with excitement.
“You have made a hero out of me, hag. But if you do not lower yourself onto me soon and finish this, I will do it by force.”
She frowned, tossed her messy hair back, and pushed her knuckles into his chest. Then, before he could stop her, she scooped up a handful of wax from the side and covered his cock with it. It hardened painfully, feverishly, bulging out in the middle as her magic flooded his appendage. It solidified over his aching flesh, igniting a singular sensation. Her hands brushed back over it when he thought his bull’s cock was about to explode; her wax peeled and fell off of him. His erection looked angry, red, and raw underneath.
“What have you done to me?” he gritted.
“Mine,” was all she said.
Darkness clouded his vision as his cock thrummed with the need to be soothed.
His hands came up to shove her off him and onto the floor. He ripped her legs apart and slammed his bespelled prick into her, roaring.
Her scream filled his ears, blending with the guttural noises rising from his throat as he claimed her quim hard. He was too big, and she was too tight, but a primal ferocity filled his head. Her nails tore into his skin, into him, and he struggled to contain his need for her.
He rammed into her hard, relentlessly, releasing all the frustration and fury that had built up inside him over the past week, and reclaimed the female who had caused it all. Smoke filled the room around them as it expelled from his mouth in waves.
Then her legs gripped his sides, and she arched beneath him, her cunt strangling his shaft.
The sensation caught him off guard as another scream tore from her throat, one filled with pleasure. Her quim began to milk his cock like it needed to feed, so thirsty from countless years alone. Her mouth fell open with a continuous whine, which heightened with every thrust of his hips, amplifying his need for her into a frenzy.
Astegur grunted, banging his horns into the stone floor above her as his seed spilled forth, feeding her what her cunt so badly desired.
Panting and clawing each other’s flesh, he found his bliss, having fought for it with her, from her. As his seed spurted deep inside her tight sheath, triumph flooded his mind. Another battle won. He lifted up on his forearms to look down upon his quivering human. Sweat dripped from his face onto hers. Her eyes were hooded as they found his.
For minutes they shared breaths, catching the air together, used and tired from the elation. Astegur leaned down to lick the sweat from her face.
“You have pleased me, female.” His tongue roamed her forehead. “You will not die at the hands of your enemies.” He cupped her face as she pressed her hands into his chest, her expression shifting from exhausted to nervous desperation in an instant.
“They need to be stopped,” she said, dragging him back to their shared battle.
Astegur grunted in agreement. “You will not die by their hands, nor will I allow them to take you captive. Whatever you have done to hide your pure nature, I understand why. But now that you are found out,” he growled again, “your lies have come to an end.”
She was a rare creature, and with all rarities, they needed to be kept away from the world and made use of for those charged with their ownership.
