Impossibly claimed.
Impossiblyhis.
"Oh! Oh!"
"You feel—" Rook's voice broke. "Fuck, Beloved. You feel like heaven. Like home. Like the only thing that's ever made sense in this fucked up reality."
He began to move.
Began to thoroughly fuck me.
Long, slow strokes at first, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in, letting me feel the drag of his thick shaft and the hard ridge of his piercing.
The obscenely wet sounds of our coupling filled the room, louder than the buzz of the flickering lights, louder than the muffled roar of the crowd beyond the glass fucking each other.
"Harder." I was pulling at the restraints now, wrists straining against the metal cuffs. "Please, harder!"
He obliged.
His hips snapped against mine with bruising force, driving the air from my lungs with each thrust.
The operating table rattled beneath us.
The metal legs scraped against the floor.
The surgical instruments on their trays chimed with each impact, a percussion section for our symphony of claiming.
I was lost.
Completely, utterly lost.
The addiction had consumed me entirely. Each thrust was a hit of pure euphoria, flooding my system with pleasure so intense it felt like dying. I understood now why addicts destroyed their lives for one more fix. I understood why they lied, stole, and killed for access to their drug.
I would do anything for this feeling.
Anything to keep him inside me.
"More! More! More!—" The word left my lips in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Yes, Beloved. Take this cock. You’re so good.” Rook's pace increased, his control shattering. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into me over and over, the partially swollen knot catching against my entrance with each thrust.
Behind the glass, the Broken Court had descended into complete chaos. Bodies writhing against each other, fucking against the window, fucking on the floor, fucking standing up with partners pressed against walls.
I saw a woman on her knees before two men, lapping at both of their cocks.
Saw a man bent over a chair while another man took him from behind.
Saw dozens of mouths, hands, cocks, and cunts, all moving in a frenzy of arousal triggered by our claiming.
“They're worshipping us, Beloved. They're consecrating our union with their own pleasure.”
Those words pushed me higher.
“Oh! Oh!”
“Yes. You take this cock so well, Beloved.” The knot was swelling now, growing thicker with each thrust of his big cock, stretching my pussy wider and wider.
"Oh yes! I'm going to knot you, Beloved." Rook's voice was a ragged growl. "Going to lock myself inside you. Going to fill you so full of my cum that there's no room for doubt."
