He slowly slides one thick thigh between mine, pushing my legs apart, his cockhead already sliding through my dripping folds. Then he starts pushing inside me. Slow, wicked, maddening. Fucking amazing.
Then, he’s slamming into my soaking wet pussy. And it’s like coming home.
“Pregnant,” my mate growls with each thrust. “You’re fucking pregnant and you didn’t tell me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whine, but I’m not. Because if this is my punishment, I’m ready to do it all over again. “I… I…ah! I wanted to be sure!”
“I’m gonna fuck you anyway,” Aster growls in a cavernous voice. “Hunt you every year. Breed you whether you’re already carrying my calves or not.”
His hand comes around to squeeze my sensitive nipples, making even more milk spray against the stone wall. “Fucking perfect,” he adds, fucking me harder. “My perfect breeding queen. Constantly pregnant, milking, and desperate for her king’s cock.”
His tail wraps around my throat, holding me in place while he fills me exactly the way my body craves him.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, my king. Knot me.” I’m already so full, so close… With the stretch, the heaviness of my beastly mate pushing deep inside me. So fucking deep… But I need more. Always from my alpha.
“My greedy little omega…. Heavy with my babies, and you’re still begging for my knot.”
“Always,” I pant, desperately pushing my ass back against his cock to take him even deeper. “Always need your knot, Aster.”
Then, he reaches around to rub my swollen clit, the calloused pad of his thick fingers dragging my slick over my throbbing bundle of nerves, and I come. Instantly. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, furiously milking his cock. He roars so loud it must be heard from the palace, his knot swelling and locking inside me as he floods my womb.
“Mine,” Aster snarls against my neck. “Forever.”
“Yours,” I agree, trembling from the aftershocks. “Only yours, always yours.”
We stay locked together against the wall, his seed still pumping into me. Milk and slick dripping down to mix with the cum leaking around his knot.
“Every year,” my king rumbles into my hair. “Every fucking year I’m gonna hunt you, chase you through our maze, and breed you all over this fucking place.” He kisses the side of my face, still rolling his hips and making me moan, before adding, “especially when you’re pregnant. I fucking love fucking my babies deeper inside you.”
I gasp, feeling myself contract around him again, shaken by another wave of ravaging pleasure.
When his knot finally softens, and he pulls out, I’m fucking soaked and dripping along my legs. Aster spins me around, drops to his knees, and latches on to my breast. He’s so tall that it’s the perfect position for his face to be level with my chest.
“Ahh!” I cry out loud as he drinks deeply, feeling the relief of having my already engorged breasts being drained. Our calves just fed a few hours ago, but my heavy jugs are already filled again.
He growls between hungry swallows. His fingers sliding into my cum-filled pussy, fucking his seed back into me while he drinks from me. I’m sobbing with overstimulation, clutching his horns to stay upright.
“Please, honey,” I whimper. “It’s too much.”
My mate pulls off my breast, milk dripping from his thick lips, his amber eyes wild. “It’s never too much. Not for my breeding queen.”
Then he stands, lifting me. “Gonna carry you back, bathe you, then fuck you in our bed while our babies sleep.”
“Sounds like heaven,” I mutter tiredly, smiling. Aster chuckles. I cup the side of his handsome face. “I love you.”
“And I love you, little tribute. My perfect little mate.” He presses a delicious kiss to my lips.
As he carries me through the maze, with his cum still dripping from my pussy, milk leaking from my tits, I think about that scared virgin from a year ago. She had no idea what was waiting for her. No idea the rutting beast would become her everything.
“Thank you, Aster,” I whisper against his chest.
“For what, little one?” His fascinating eyes are warm on my face.
“For choosing me, hunting me, breeding me. For making me yours.”
“No,” he replies, nuzzling my hair. “Thank you for running. That day, you ran deeper inside the maze instead of trying to escape.” He kisses my forehead, making my body melt into his embrace, his warmth, his intoxicating scent, his love… “You wanted to be caught, little tribute.”
“I wanted you, my king.” I smile tenderly, running a hand over the soft fur covering the bulging muscles on his chest.
“And you have me. Forever.”
“Promise?” I ask teasingly.
He chuckles, shaking his head, before leaning in again for another quick kiss. “I promise, little one. I’ll hunt you every year. Breed you. Always remind you that you’re mine.” His tongue licks into my mouth before he finishes against my lips, “And show you I’m all yours. Until my last breath.”
The Minotaur’s tribute.The beast’s bride. My king’s breeding queen.
THE END
