“Yes,” she sobs, shaking and writhing under me, meeting me thrust for thrust, rolling her ample ass back into the invasion of my tail. “I want your knot, my king… Want your babies… everything.”
My tail pushes deeper inside her ass as I slam forward one last time. My knot pops past her opening, and she screams loudenough to shake the walls. I feel myself swell enough to lock us together. Then I’m cumming. Harder than ever, pumping her full of my semen. Her belly swelling from how much there is, my knot keeping every drop trapped inside her.
“Mine,” I roar, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to break skin. “My mate. My queen. Mine forever,” I bark with each savage thrust.
Ariana comes around my knot, her pussy milking me for every fucking drop. Her body shaking.
“Yours,” she gasps, cupping my face, her eyes hazy. “Your mate.”
I collapse on top of her, letting her feel my weight for a second.
We’re locked together. And we probably will be for at least the next hour. My tail is still deep in her ass, swirling and playing, making her tremble and whimper with each naughty twirl. My teeth marks bleeding at the curve of her soft shoulder. My cum flooding her womb.
“Perfect,” I rumble against her skin, trailing feather-soft kisses all over. “So fucking perfect. Worth waiting for.”
My mate makes a soft sound of agreement, weak from exhaustion. My little virgin mate is thoroughly claimed and bred on her first day inside my maze.
My queen. Finally.
CHAPTER SIX
ARIANA
I’m going to die. Split in half by my king’s massive knot. And, fuck if that isn’t the hottest way to go.
His knot is locked inside me, stretching my pussy beyond what should be possible. I can feel it throbbing, pulsing, still swelling. Every tiny movement sends shockwaves through my body. I’m so full I can barely breathe, my belly distended from his cum, and he’s still pumping more into me.
“Stop moving,” he growls when I try to adjust. “It just makes it worse.”
But I can’t help it. The fullness is overwhelming. His cock is so deep I swear I can feel it in my throat. His knot stretching me to the point of pain. But of course, because this is my king, my alpha, my mate, under the pain there’s still that overwhelming, desperate, clawing need for more…
“How long are we gonna be stuck like this?” I ask on a sound that’s a mix between a moan of pleasure and a whimper of pain.
“At least an hour.” His voice turns low and even sexier as he runs his snout over my temple, breathing me in, softly kissing my skin. “Maybe two with how tight you’re gripping me, little one.”
I gasp. Two hours like this. The thought instantly makes me clench around Aster, which makes him groan, his cock pulsing inside me, triggering more clenching. It’s a wicked cycle that has us both shaking. Kissing desperately, moaning into each other’s mouth. His big hands squeezing my curves, my fingers digging into his thick muscles, nails scratching. Our bodies pushing impossibly close, like we want to melt into each other.
His tail is still in my ass, slowly thrusting in and out. Creating a myriad of amazing sensations. Another claim. Another reminder that every part of me belongs to him now. His bite on my shoulder throbs in time with my heartbeat, blood still trickling down my skin.
“Look at you,” he rumbles, one massive hand coming up to trace the bulge in my belly. “Look at my cock through your skin. See how full of me you are. My cock, my seed, my knot. Bred on your first time.”
I look down and let out another whimper. My stomach is swollen with him. I can actually see the outline of his monstrous cock inside me, see how impossibly deep he is.
“Gonna be even bigger when you’re carrying my calves,” he rasps out, his palm running over the bulge.
The pressure makes me scream, my pussy clamping down on his knot impossibly tighter. It shouldn’t feel good. All I should feel is pain from being this stretched, this invaded. But I’m nothing but a puddle of pleasure. The pain at the edges, mixing with warm waves that make my body hum.
“Please, my king,” I whimper, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
“Please what?” His hand moves to my breast, squeezing the full flesh before pinching my nipple. “Please fuck you more?” He playfully tilts his head to the side. So big and handsome, he makes my heart hurt. His amber eyes glowing, lips crooked into a wicked smirk. “Fill you more? Make you cum again?”
“Yes,” I moan. “All of that… please,” I end with a desperate moan.
His thumb finds my clit, and I jerk so hard his knot pulls painfully. But he doesn’t stop, rubbing slow circles on my swollen nub.
“So sensitive,” he says, staring into my eyes, drinking in my every reaction. “Already came twice and still desperate for more. You have such a perfect, greedy little cunt, my queen.”
His crude words make me clench again. How does he do that? How does he make me even wetter when I’m already drowning in slick and cum?
