“Fuck, you feel... there are no words. Perfect. Your pussy is gripping me so tight, like it never wants to let go.”
He started moving, pulling out halfway then sliding back in, thrusts shallow and careful. I gasped each time, the friction lighting me up. He watched my face close, shifting his hips to hit different spots, deeper one time, grinding against my clit the next.
“Is this good? Does my cock feel good inside you?”
“Yes,” I panted, wrapping my legs around him. I was in heaven. “Yes, Mal. It feels so good. Please-”
“Please what, little mate? Tell me what you need. Do you want me to fuck you harder? Pound this sweet pussy until you come all over me?”
“Yes. More. I need more.Harder.”
He gave it to me, thrusting deeper, faster, but still controlled, like he was testing me. His hand slipped down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles as he fucked me. The pressure built quick, coiling tight in my gut. Every slide of his cock dragged against my walls, his pubes brushing my skin, the wet sounds filling the room.
“That’s it,” he said, breath ragged. “Let go. I have you. Come for me, little mate. Milk my cock with that tight cunt. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
I shattered, my body locking up, pussy clenching hard around him. I cried out, nails raking his back as the orgasm ripped through, making my vision blur. He groaned my name, thrustingdeep one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts filling me up.
“Wen. My Wen. Fuck, take it all, every drop.” His teeth found my neck, right where he’d kissed me before. “May I?” he asked. “May I claim you fully, mate? Bond us completely?”
I was beyond pretending.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Mal. You can.”
He bit down.
The shock was immediate and overwhelming. I felt the bond snap into place. Felthim, his emotions, his love, his devotion, flooding into me through the connection. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Like our souls had been woven together.
I gasped and looked up at him. He was staring down at me with the same awe I felt.
“I can feel you,” I whispered. “I can feel what you feel.”
“And I can feel you.” His voice was rough with emotion. “You are... you are overwhelmed. Awed. Happy to be mine.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” I agreed.
We stared at each other, processing the magnitude of what had just happened. Then we were kissing again, desperate and hungry and full of wonder.
My body was still buzzing, his cum leaking out of me, mixing with my own wetness on the bed. But I wasn’t done, not yet. I needed more, needed to feel him in a different way. With a shakypush, I rolled us over so I was on top, his softening cock slipping out with a wet sound that made me blush. He looked up at me, eyes dark and surprised, but a slow smile spread across his face.
“Straddling me already, little mate?” he murmured, voice husky. “Do you plan to ride my cock until I beg for mercy? Because I would gladly let you.”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pushed at his shoulders, so he was lying down in the cramped bed. But the bed was entirely too small for the two of us and we immediately overbalanced, tumbling off the edge. He took the impact with his back while I landed on top of him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, even as he winced.
“I’m fine. Are you? Your wounds-”
“They are fine. You weigh nothing.” He looked up at me, splayed across his chest, and his eyes darkened again. “Though I enjoy this position very fucking much. I will never have enough of you, little mate.”
I smirked. This time, I was in control.
I shifted up his body, feeling the heat of his skin under my thighs. His cock was already twitching back to life, thickening as I hovered over him. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around the base again, guiding the head to my entrance. I was so slick, so open from before, that when I sank down, he slid in easily, filling me up all over again. I moaned at the stretch, the way my walls hugged him tight, still sensitive from my orgasm.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, bottoming out with my ass against his thighs. He felt even bigger like this, the angle hitting deep. I rocked my hips experimental, grinding down, feeling his shaft drag against that spot inside me. His pleasure mixed with mine through the bond, making me see stars. Shit. This was an entirely different experience from before.
I was sure of something now: if something happened, if he had to go back to his kingdom… I wouldneverget over him. This connection we had - It was extraordinary. Well, in fact itwas,if I believed in the Moon Goddess.
His big hands came to my hips, guiding but not forcing. “That’s it,” he said, voice low and encouraging. “Take what you need from me. Use my cock, Gwendolyn. Ride me like you own me - because you fuckingdo.”
