The command struck like a blade to the spine—raw, inevitable. There was no more space for restraint, only care. Only intention.
I gently eased in until she sighed and Wulfric began to pant.
Her tight slick hole stretched around me until I hit the barrier. I paused and glanced at her.
Time slowed to a fragile, suspended breath.
Strands of dark red curls clung to her temples, damp with heat, her cheeks flushed a deep, telling pink. Her lashes fluttered, eyes half-closed—lost, open, drunk on need and trust alike.
This was not surrender.
It was acceptance.
She was far more than the prophecy.
She was mine.
Always and forever.
I covered her mouth, capturing her soft lips as I rocked against the barrier. As soon as her mouth parted, I thrust deeper, swallowing her gasp of pain. I softened the kiss and held my hips still.
The moment stretched—fragile, suspended—every instinct screaming restraint.
The pressure around my cock was like no other. Soft, wet, but incredibly tight. Her insides clung to me, and then I felt the trickle of liquid.
I knew it was blood.
Her blood.
The knowledge struck hard and cold through the heat, grounding me.
I pulled back and peppered her face with kisses until I felt her relax.
“That’s my sweet girl, taking my hard cock,” I murmured beside her ear, breath rough and uneven.“Let me show you.”
Her fingers slid down my back, tentative at first, then clinging as I rocked my hips, feeling the heavy length of my cock sink deeper.
Her head tipped back, throat exposed, neck arching as her mouth fell open—silent, stunned by the sensation.
“Good girl,” I praised softly, voice thick with control barely held.“You are taking your first cock so well.”
I thrust harder, and this time I felt it—my knot pressing against her cunt. She finally moaned, the sound breaking free as her muscles fluttered around me.
No pain.
Only pleasure.
A slow grin spread across my face.
She was ready.
The need to rut—to knot and breed her until she was utterly undone—overtook everything else.
I pulled back only to drive into her again, deliberately, letting her feel every last inch of me. Her slick coated me as I began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, drinking in every cry and every helpless tremor of her thighs.
“Yes, Euphemia,” I growled, the sound torn from my chest as the rut seized me completely.“Take it, my sweet. Take. It. All.”
My hips slammed into hers with brutal, relentless force, control gone, instinct reigning.
