Pulling his fingers out of her caused her to whimper. She pressed her hands against the forest floor, pushing her backside toward him, hoping he would re-enter, this time with his hard cock.
He slapped her lightly on the ass. His fingers trailed up her tender flesh until they were pressed against her bottom hole.
Royla gasped as renewed excitement gripped her. Her eyes went wide as he began pressing and twisting, easing the two fingers into her backside. The pressure against her forbidden hole pushed her toward release. She tried to force herself back onto him again.
Another smack met her bottom as she did. “Still,” he growled.
Her mouth fell open as the digits invaded her. She squirmed as they plunged deeper, filling her back hole completely. Her insides were so stretched, so full but she only wanted more. When the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, she moaned.
“You are in your breeding heat, I think,” he rumbled. “I cansmellit.”
The thought caused her to whimper. If he was right, if there was such a thing, what did it mean? Would he spill his seed inside her? Would it quicken? Would her belly swell? That idea only sent another pulse of excitement rushing through her.
She was even hungrier for him now. Her body seemed to take over, hot liquid flooding through her pussy, dripping off her lips as she readied to take him.
He was breathing heavily, staring down at her, his fingers still buried inside her bottom. His hips jutted forward, forcing his cock head into her entrance.
“Yes!” Royla moaned, her fingers clawing at the dirt beneath them. “Please!” she begged. “Take me, Master. Put your seed inside me!”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the way he reacted to her plea. His chest swelled. His eyes bulged. His cock flexed, and he seemed to relinquish control of himself to some other force, the same force that caused her to open for him.
He gripped her buttocks more firmly. Cocking his hips, he thrust them forward, plunging his hard cock into her tight channel.
She felt dizzy. She closed her eyes to try to stop theworld spinning. All her thoughts seemed to center on her core: on the way he felt inside her, on the way his cock throbbed each time it plunged into her. Her pussy clamped around it, squeezing it as if it were trying to draw out the essence from him.
Each thrust was stronger than the last. His member plied her soft folds, stretching the hot, wet walls as he searched for his pleasure.
A glance back revealed the snarl was more severe. His eyes were fixed on her soft flesh, watching his cock disappear inside her body. He twisted his fingers inside her bottom, making her moan again.
Royla began to tremble. All the hunger and heat she’d woken up to seemed to concentrate on her core. It was as if there were nothing else to her but her willing womb, hot and fertile and ready to accept his gift.
Her mouth fell open. “Oh, please, Thanred, fill me! Fill me with your seed!” she begged.
Behind her Thanred threw his head back and roared. The whole forest seemed to bristle from the sound. His body was thundering against her softness, driving his delivering muscle deeper and deeper, searching for the softest and most fertile place to spill his seed.
Royla shuddered as he hardened inside her, knowing the moment was close. Her pussy was squeezing him with each thrust, sucking on his cock and trying to draw out his seed. “Ah... ah... ah...” she breathed as she felt the wave coming again.
“I’m going to fuck your cunt full of seed, my pet,” he growled.
His voice was so deliciously low and threatening. And yet she knew she had nothing to fear. Her lips twisted in a silent, agonized moan as an orgasm crashed through her.
Thanred roared again.
As each wave of pleasure washed over another, a far deeper sensation churned beneath the surface. Through the ecstasy her mind spun around this center, that Thanred’sessence was entering her; that his hard cock was delivering it to her softest, deepest place. That her core might be ripe and fertile enough that his offering would quicken inside her and make her belly swell with his offspring.
She moaned and quivered as she played those lines over and over in her head.
Thanred’s bucking did not cease quickly. He continued to sheathe himself inside her, filling her soft pussy and pressing his essence into her. When his cock finally began to soften, he kept his firm grip on her bottom as he eased it out of her walls.
Royla lowered herself, pressing her cheek against the ground. But she kept her bottom high in the air. So that Thanred might gain some pleasure from looking at it, staring at the pussy he’d just defiled and filled.
It surprised her when he lay down next to her and pulled her close to him. His dark, probing stare was no longer a reason to be scared. It was a reason to feel safe.
“The answer is ‘yes,’” he said.
Royla frowned, puzzled by what he meant.
“A Dranark and humancanmate.”
