I arched off the bed, not in pain, but in betrayal because my body reacted while he smiled and reached for his waistband.
“No,” I whispered, but his smile grew wider as he unlaced himself.
My breath caught when he pulled out his cock, longer than any man's had a right to be, smooth and unblemished, the same dark shade as his skin. It thickened further before my eyes, swelling until the tip glistened with a single golden droplet.
He swiped it away with a claw and dragged his wet fingers over my lips.
“Lick,” he commanded.
I hesitated before I tasted it.
It tasted like fermented honey, sweet then acidic. He smeared more, and this time pushed two fingers inside my mouth. He didn't need to command me I greedily sucked his fingers. “An aphrodisiac,” he said with a wink.
My heart sank at his words, but heat flared between my thighs.
“Good girl,” he purred, watching me with glowing eyes. “Now you'll beg for what comes next.”
The vines pulsed around my breasts as I began to pant.
His laugh was a velvet stroke down my spine as he palmed my belly, feeling his heir kick beneath his touch.
“Look at you,” he crooned. “Fat with my child, panting like a bitch in heat. And still so hungry.”
The shame burned through me as I arched my back, pushing my belly toward his touch. The vines around my thighs spread me wider. I felt his clawed fingers push their way through my curls, pausing at my entrance, teasing me.
“Tell me what you need, mortal. Beg me,” he said with a cruel twist of his lips.
My body strained against the vines and writhed on the bed. His lips closed over my nipple. I moaned loudly when his tongue lashed my flesh until my insides burned for him.
“Please,” I cried as the burn twisted and flared. “I will do anything, m-make it stop. Oh, God. I need—Aghhhh.”
He moved his thick cock between my legs resting it over my pussy until the leaking tip touched my entrance.
“Yes. Oh, yes, please,” I said, trying to lift my hips.
He moved to my other nipple while I wailed. The ache was taking over, and the need for release felt existential.
“I-I’m sorry—I hit the servant,” I stammered desperately.
He lifted his head, and his gaze locked in with mine. The endless black eyes shimmered, but not in evil intent, but full of fire. I wanted to melt into them. They were beautiful. His long black eyelashes curled upward, bringing me to his antlers. If he were in the wild, he would be the dominant stag in the herd. The one that bred all the females. I trembled at the thought of being mounted.
“Give me more children, my King. Breed me again,” I moaned the foreign words out.
Horror flooded me the moment I said it.
That wasn’t my voice. That wasn’t me.
But the heat between my thighs—the way my back arched for him—said otherwise
“Yes, my dirty little flower. This is how you beg your king,” he said, standing up.
Chapter 4
Alvar
Her alabaster breasts went from the colour of milky cream to a shade of red that reminded me of my apples in the orchard. My essence made her react in a manner that I’d never encountered. She was out of her mind, but when she begged me to breed her, it wasn't a request that I could ignore.
Her cunt was glistening, her arousal drenched her and seeped down to her dark hole. The punishment hole. I will get to that one soon enough if she reacts like this to a few drops of my seed. I waved my hands and her pussy stretched open. Her moans turned to whimpers as I counted three shades of pink.
