With one of his hands still lodged between my thighs, the other one braced above my head, he leans into me, and takes my mouth. Deep, long, slow, wet, thoroughly. Tongue-fucking my mouth in sync with what he’s doing to my pussy. I’m dizzy and trembling all over when he detaches our lips, resting his forehead on mine.
“My greedy little mate. Just had my knot and already begging for more.” His smile is wicked and gorgeous. His amber gaze fixed on mine as he pulls his fingers out and moves back up my body. But this time when his cock reaches my mouth, Aster doesn’t just give me the tip…
“Relax your throat,” he rasps. “Breathe through your nose.” His voice is rough, his breathing ragged.
I try to relax as he pushes deeper. But when his cockhead hits the back of my throat, I gag, tears rolling down my face.
“Shhh,” my king soothes, wiping my cheeks.
His eyes are ravenous, glued to the spectacle I must be offering. Naked, covered in us, writhing and shaking for him, struggling to take him, but fucking loving it. He feels so good… stretching my mouth beyond pain, into a world of dark pleasure.And the taste of him on my tongue… I’ll never get enough of this alpha. My alpha.
When Aster pushes deeper, I focus on breathing and relaxing my throat, on the pride shining in his eyes as I take more of him.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, slowly circling his hips to give me more. “My perfect little queen, learning to swallow her king’s cock.”
We work at it; him pushing a little deeper each time; me learning to control my gag reflex. It’s hard, messy, and my jaw aches, but the deep, rumbling groans he lets out are everything.
His hand guides mine to his balls. “Feel here.” He presses my fingers to a spot just behind his balls. “This is what makes me produce more seed for your womb.”
I massage the spot experimentally, and his cock jerks, precum dripping from the tip.
“Harder,” he instructs through a feral growl. “Milk your king at the source.”
I massage him more firmly, more delicious precum flowing and feeling my mouth. Making pleasure spread throughout my body.
Then King Aster lifts me, flipping me around. And I whine at the loss of him.
“Get on your hands and knees, mate,” he gravels.
I scramble to hold the pose, presenting myself. Then he’s pushing inside me, making me feel every inch. I’m so wet and used by now, he slides in easily despite his monstrous size. It’s like my pussy’s welcoming him home. He starts thrusting, deep and steady, and I push back to meet each stroke. Moaning loudly, feeling the discomfort from my heat melt away, like every time he’s inside me. I gasp as hi space picks up. And he growls, fucking me harder.
“I’ll fill this cunt so full you’ll be leaking for fucking days… Show everyone you fucking belong to your Minotaur King.”
His hips snap mercilessly into me, skin slapping, wet sounds filling the space, the air drenched with our heightened scents, and the heavy smell of days of frenzied sex.
“Yes!” I scream.
His tail wraps around my waist, pulling me back on his cock with each thrust. The extra force means he’s hitting my cervix, and it should hurt like hell, but it just feels like he’s exactly where he belongs.
“Play with yourself, mate,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock when I knot you.”
My hand flies to my clit, rubbing desperate circles. The combination of his pounding into me and my fingers has me climbing fast.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Come for your king. Show me how much you love being bred.”
His words push me over, and I convulse, my pussy clamping down on his shaft. Aster roars, slamming into me, his knot pops inside, locking us together as he floods me with another massive load.
“Mine!” he snarls, draping his massive body over my back. “My mate, my queen, my perfect breeding omega.”
“Yours, Alpha,” I agree, still shaking from my orgasm. “All yours.”
We stay locked together, his weight pressing me into the furs. I can feel him filling me, adding to what’s already inside my body. My belly is so swollen I look months pregnant.
“How much more?” I ask, panting.
“Until you can’t take anymore.”
I clench around his knot, and whisper, “I love you.” The words slipping out before I can stop them.
