He pulls out, still cumming, and paints my face, my heavy breasts, my soft stomach. I’m covered in him, marked. Owned.
“Look at you,” he pants, staring down at me from his mighty height, his bulking form, my entire vision. Powerful, splendid. “Fucking perfect. Covered in your king’s seed.”
I lick my lips, savoring him, and his spent cock twitches.
“That’s what you do to me. My rut’s never been like this. Never needed to breed someone so badly.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, his massive hands spreading my thighs. “Need to stretch this tight little pussy for my monster cock.”
He slides a thick finger through my drenched, puffy folds, and I gasp. Oh My God, just one of his fingers feels huge.
“So fucking wet,” he groans almost reverently. His amber gaze holding me captive. Breathing heavily and snorting his delicious alpha scent right into my face. “And so tight,” he adds, thrusting in and out. Making me moan and writhe, push myself against his hand. The wet sounds of my pussy being stretched,his deep breathing, my loud moans, filling the space. “Gonna have to work to get my cock in here.”
He pushes deeper inside, and I cry out. The stretch burns, but in the best way. Aster pumps slowly, his thumb finding my clit.
“That’s it, mate. Relax for me. Let your king in.”
A second finger joins the first, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. It’s so much…
“Good girl,” he growls, scissoring his fingers inside my sloshing pussy. “Taking me so well.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “But you need more, don’t you?” I whine in response as he keeps peppering my face with soft presses of his thick lips and small licks of his raspy tongue, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through my body. In complete contrast with the invasion he’s performing on my pussy. “Need to get you ready for your king’s knot.”
A third finger pushes in, and this time I scream, shaking my head from side to side, while he’s shushing and cooing me, still kissing me tenderly…. and finger-fucking me mercilessly. It’s too much, fucking burning… and perfect. He fucks me deep and steady, his thumb rubbing magical circles on my clit.
“One more, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips. I whine in protest, but before I know it, a fourth finger is pushing in.
“I can’t!” I sob. “It’s too much,” I gasp, starting to panic.
“Shhh, my queen,” he rumbles, almost sounding sorry, but the feral glint in his golden eyes says otherwise. “This pussy was made for my cock.” He licks into my mouth, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. His taste explodes on my tongue. The feel of his titan muscles. His scorching heat. His scent all around me, mingling with mine, creating a perfect aroma that’s making me drunk with pleasure and need. “Made to be stretched, filled, and bred by your queen.” I moan loudly, my engorged clit throbbing under the callous pad of his expertthumb. “Now cum for me, little omega.” He grazes my throat with his strong, blunt teeth, and that’s all it takes. “Cum on your king’s fingers like a good little mate.”
His thumb presses harder on my clit, and I shatter. My pussy clamps down on his fingers as I cum, gushing slick all over his hand. He keeps pumping through it, drawing it out until I’m shaking, unable to take anymore.
“There we go,” he whispers against my mouth, slowly dragging his fingers out. “Nice and stretched.” More hot, wet kisses that do nothing to calm the trembles running through my core. “Now you’re ready for your king’s cock.”
Then he lays me back on the furs, spreading my legs wide. His huge cock is fully hard again, precum beading at the tip. The knot at the base, bigger than before.
“Gonna claim you now, little one,” he rasps breathlessly, eyes wild, massive hands squeezing my big, round hips. Then he’s himself lining at my entrance…
CHAPTER FIVE
ASTER
She’s spread out on my furs like a fucking feast, covered in my cum, pussy stretched and dripping from my fingers. My perfect little mate, trembling and ready.
I line my cock up with her entrance, watching her eyes go wide as the massive head presses against her. Even after four fingers, she looks impossibly small compared to my cock.
“Deep breath, Mate,” I growl. “It’s gonna hurt before it feels good.” I lean to kiss her lush mouth, savoring her amazing taste. “But I promise I’ll make it good.”
She nods, reaching up to grip my forearms. “Please, my king. Need you inside me.”
She’s panting, her dark curls spread out and messy, her full, round tits and soft belly exposed. Eyes at half-mast, wide hips rolling under me. Fuck, my omega. Begging for my cock even though she knows it’s going to split her open. I push slowly, watching her pussy stretch around my thick head. She’s so fucking tight, her stretched walls resisting my invasion even as her slick eases the way for me. My cockhead pops in and she screams, her nails digging into my arms.
“Too big!” she cries.
“You can take it,” I breathlessly rasp against the velvety skin of her cheek, running my snout over her tears, kissing and licking them, while I hold still to let her adjust. She’s pulsating around me, feeling so fucking good it takes all I have not to fucking pound. “You’re my mate, my queen,” I tell her soothingly, running my hands over her skin, playing with the heavy globes of her breasts, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples, and grinding just hard enough that my pubic bone rubs against her clit. “This pussy was made for my cock, little one. Made to be bred by your king.”
I can feel her virgin barrier. One thrust and she’ll be mine. Completely.
“Look at me,” I rumble.
