You let him make love to you...His voice drifts into my mind like cool smoke. A telepathic purr, so low and intimate it makes me gush. My entire body locks in anticipation.
Now let me show you what it means to be taken by your rhûen'ka.
My thighs clench involuntarily. A moan escapes me when his rough tongue drags from the base of my spine all the way to mynape. His fangs trace along my skin the entire way. He licks the same path over and over again, almost as if he’s grooming me.
No, no,hehums through the bond.This won’t do at all, kala’rhû.(Sacred to the beast.)You’re too precious to be rutted into the ground like this.
I shiver at the vraksûn terms I’ve never heard before. His huge paw presses onto my lower back, gently pressing, testing my position.
I want you cradled... braced... tilted open for me.
His antlers brush over me as he backs away.
Let me make something worthy of you.
His heavy breath flares cold across the back of my thighs before he pulls away entirely. His low growl thrums in my bones as he stalks closer in a circle around me.
I turn my head, trying to follow him with my eyes through the blur of godfire and lush black fur. His claws rake through the earth, and the moss responds.
Silvery roots begin to pulse from the forest floor, emitting a blinding light that makes my eyelids squeeze shut.Would I trade my eyesight for this big hunk of a beast to pound me until I can’t walk? Yes. Yes, I would.
Green, frost-dusted vines spiral up alongside the roots. They weave through them until a sloping mound forms beneath my hips. The shape is soft, but firm, conforming to my thighs and pelvis before wrapping around my lower back.
He tests it a few times before a delighted purr breaks the silence.
Vael’kaersa,he murmurs in my mind.The yielding cradle. Your throne.
His towering form returns behind me, black fur rippling with tension, his chest caressing my back as he mounts over me.
There,he chuffs, his cock dragging through my slickness.Now you’ll stay right where I need you.Every thrust, every breath—taken like you were made for this altar.
My breath catches.
Oh. I forgot to ask, rhûla’ne... Cock, or tail first?
I internally combust, then roll my eyes—this cocky little shit.
You’re so smug in this form.
And you love it, my sassy little human.
I try to crawl forward, determined to teach him a lesson, but the vraksûn breeding saddle 3000 (patent pending) holds me in place.
Tick-tock, he hums, voice dripping with amusement.
Before I can answer, I feel his thick, cool head nudging against my entrance.
Too late,he growls.You took too long, my little beast connoisseur. I’m deciding for you.
So. Fucking. Thick.
I don’t even realize I’m thinking it until his snarl floods my mind.
You were made to take every thick inch of this monster cock, little mate.
His sleek tail slides beneath me, teasing its way up my stomach.
I can’t have these neglected while I fill you,he purrs.
