He scoops some of his cream with two fingers and pushes it back inside me. I’m so sensitive I nearly come just from that.
“Can’t waste it,” he whispers, finger-fucking himself back inside me. “Need every drop inside my mate’s womb. We need to make sure you’re properly bred.”
Our breathing picks up.
“Pretty sure I’m already pregnant,” I gasp. “I could feel you in my cervix, my king.”
“Not taking any chances.” He’s licking, sucking, and biting my lips, his huge tongue hungrily invading my mouth. “Gonnafill you so many times, there’s no chance you leave here without our calves growing inside you.”
Then he keeps pumping his thick fingers in and out of me, kissing me, rubbing my clit, until I shatter again.
I lie there, wrecked all over, still trembling from my orgasm, watching Aster reach for a water jug. He gently props my head up to help me drink, then he feeds me pieces of bread and meat from a silver platter resting on a low table on our side. I should be embarrassed about being hand-fed by my king while I’m naked and dripping his seed, but I’m too exhausted, too blissed-out to care.
“How many?” I ask him between bites.
He cocks a questioning thick, inky eyebrow.
“How many calves will we have?”
A dangerous smirk spreads on his lips, and his eyes darken with renewed hunger. “Minotaur mates usually carry twins the first time. Sometimes triplets.”
“Triplets?” I sit up abruptly, my voice squeaking.
Aster lets out a low, rumbly laugh. “Don’t worry, little one. Your body will adapt. It’s already changing, responding to my seed. You’ll be able to carry and birth them safely.” He kisses the crown of my head, at the same time reaching to squeeze my breast. It feels different: fuller, more sensitive. “See? Your body’s already preparing. By the time your heat ends, your perfect tits will be even bigger.”
I grumble, “Everything about me will be bigger if you keep filling me that much.”
He grins wickedly. “That’s the plan, little mate. Gonna fuck you so full, so often, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”
My pussy clenches at his promise, whispered in the crook of my neck, where his bite-mark pulses. How am I already getting aroused again? My body should be broken, exhausted. Done. But looking into my mate’s gorgeous eyes, staring at his ruggedlyhandsome face, his massive body, staring at his cock already starting to harden again, all I can think is ‘more’.
“Ready for more?” he asks, reading my thoughts when he sees where my attention has drifted to.
“We can’t possibly,” I protest meekly, still spreading my thighs wider…
He chuckles. “Sweetness, your mouth says no but your cunt says yes.” He moves between my thighs, his cock fully hard again. “Look how wet you still are. Even full of my cum, you’re fucking gushing slick.” All amusement fades from his eyes as they turn gold and gleaming, fixed on the apex of my legs. And he ends in a dark murmur, “still so fucking desperate to be bred.”
Oh My God, he’s right! I can feel fresh slick mixing with his cum, my pussy already clenching in anticipation.
“This time,” he says, lining himself up, “I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees. Mount you like the beast I am. Make you feel like the female in heat you are.”
Aster flips me over easily, his strength making me feel small and delicate. Things I’ve never felt next to a human male. Alpha or not. I get on my hands and knees, presenting myself instinctively. The position feels natural, right, necessary.
“Perfect,” he growls. “My perfect little omega in heat, presenting for her king.”
His words make me wetter, push my ass higher, spread my knees wider.
“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me, my king. Breed me, Aster. Use me.”
He growls, “As my queen commands.”
Then he slams into me in one brutal thrust, and I scream into the furs. He feels even bigger from this angle, deeper. His enormous hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he starts a punishing pace. He’s rutting me, mounting me like a feral beast, claiming me over and over with each thrust. His heavyballs slap against my drenched slit with each stroke, adding to the overwhelming stimulation.
“Mine,” he snarls with each thrust. “Mine! Mine! Mine!”
“Yours,” I sob back. “All yours. Forever yours.”
His tail wraps around my throat, holding me in place as he rails me from behind. The combination of sensations, his cock pounding my pussy, his balls hitting my engorged folds, his tail around my neck, builds another devastating orgasm.
