“Wanna know a secret, little one?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear. “My knot doesn’t go down until I’m empty. And with you, my mate, I might never be empty. Might stay locked in this amazing pussy forever.”
I gasp. “I’ll die.”
“No, you won’t,” he continues in a low, spellbinding tone. “Your body was made for me.” His fingers are still stroking my clit and teasing my nipples, his lips on my skin, adding to the intoxicating buzzing coursing through me. “Made to take my knot, hold my cum, grow my babies. You could take my knot for days and just get stronger.”
And as if to prove his point, he starts moving his hips in tiny circles. Not exactly thrusting because we’re locked too tight for that, but he’s grinding into me. The motion makes his knot drag against a spot inside me, and I start shaking like a leaf.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my hands scrambling for purchase on his massive arms.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly we fit? How your pussy was made just for my cock?”
Fuck… He’s right. Despite the impossible stretch, the overwhelming fullness, we fit perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces that were always meant to connect.
His tail keeps moving in my ass in tiny thrusts that match the grinding of his hips. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I’m climbing toward another orgasm, and I don’t think I’ll survive it.
“I can’t, my king,” I weep. “It’s too much… I feel so full.”
“You can, sweet girl,” he cajoles, his thumb rolling faster on my clit. “Gonna cum on your mate’s knot like the perfect little omega you are. Milk more cum from my cock. And get bred so full you’ll be dripping for fucking days.”
His words, his touch, the grinding, the fullness… it all combines into a perfect storm of sensations. When my orgasm hits, I convulse so hard I lift off the furs, pushing Aster up with me. My vision goes white. My pussy clamps down on his knot with enough force to make him roar. Then he’s cumming too. I didn’t think it was possible for him to spill more inside me, but he does. I can feel my belly stretching even fuller, accommodating impossible amounts of his seed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck,” he roars, his massive body shuddering above mine. “Taking it so well… taking everything… my perfect little queen.”
I’m crying, overwhelmed with sensations, emotions, with the intensity of being claimed so thoroughly. Tears stream down my face, and he licks them away.
“Too much?” King Aster asks through heavy breaths.
“No.” I weakly shake my head, smiling up at him, running my hands over his forearms that are supporting most of his weight. “It was perfect. You’re perfect. Just… intense.”
He chuckles, the vibration traveling through his cock to my core. “It’s just the beginning, little one.” He nuzzles the side of my face. “Your heat’s gonna last for days. And I plan on keeping you knotted for all of it.”
“Can I survive that?” I’m only half joking…
He chuckles. “Each knotting makes your body stronger, more capable of taking me. By the end of your heat, you’ll be begging for my knot the moment it slips free.”
I already am, I think but don’t say it. Already addicted to the stretch, the fullness, the complete possession. Oh God…
We laythere for what feels like hours but is probably only thirty minutes. Aster tells me about his many times in the maze, and the tributes who came before me. How they all smelled wrong, felt wrong, none one them his.
“Fucking years of ruts, getting worse every season. My need to breed was getting… too much. I was starting to think I’d die from it.”
“Die?” I ask, shocked.
He nods, his gaze sobering. “Minotaur kingsneedtheir mates, little one.” He pulls me tighter into his chest, squeezing my body. As if to reassure himself that he’s found me. That I’m here. All his. At last. “Without them, our ruts get more violent, more desperate, until we eventually completely lose ourselves to the beast inside us.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, holding my gaze. “My father almost didn’t find my mother in time.”
I smile because, like everyone in the kingdom, I know the story of King Tauros and Queen Dana. “But he did.”
Aster nods. “Six years into his reign.” He gazes at me fondly, and my heart melts. “She was a blacksmith’s daughter.” My grin widens at his retelling of the romance that every girl at the same time dreams of and fears. “The moment she entered the maze,he knew. Just like I knew with you.” Our smiles melt into one another when we kiss.
His knot is finally startingto soften, shrinking enough that I can feel his seed leak out. The relief and sense of loss hit me simultaneously.
“I don’t want you to pull out,” I admit, embarrassed.
“Have to, little one.” He kisses my forehead. “But not for long.” He continues to withdraw slowly, and the feel of his cock dragging out of my stretched pussy makes me whimper. “We need to feed you and get you water. You’ll need your strength up for the next round.” He winks, making me giggle.
When his knot finally pops free, the rush of cum that follows is… obscene. It pours out of me in a rush, soaking the furs under us. I feel empty, gaping, wrong without him filling me.
“Look at you,” he rumbles reverently, spreading my legs wider to watch his cum leak from me. “Bred so full it’s pouring out.”
