When he pulls away to meet her gaze, the frantic desire she feels in her soul is reflected in his heady stare.
He grips her waist so tightly that she is certain she will bruise.
Again he lifts her, dragging his cock to the tip before thrusting back in, leaving her breathless.
Gasps of indescribable pleasure ripple through her chest as one of his hands wraps around her breast, pulling her soft mound to his mouth for him to devour—her nipple rolls along his teeth while his beard scratches against her skin.
“Calder!” She slices her nails down his back, smirking as he hisses between her breasts.
He supports her lower back while they collapse into the mud, his cock still buried inside her pussy.
Aura grunts as he rolls her onto her stomach, mounting her from behind so her front lowers into the mud.
One of his massive hands presses into the ground at her side while the other grips her jaw. All he offers is a growl in her ear before the first hard thrust slams her front into the muck. She whimpers as the precision of his rhythm strokes inside along her pleasure spot.
The incessant rain only serves to increase the mud coating their bodies. Feral moans rumble through the forest as he forces her head to tilt up so his mouth can reach hers in a ravenous kiss that has her toes curling.
“Who owns you, Princess?” he grunts onto her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, leaving her lips a quivering mess.
Her brain mushes into addled chaos, and she is certain that drool trickles over her chin. “C-Calder!”
The hand on her jaw releases to touch her clit. This time, his caress is far from distant.
He commands her pleasure.
The sensation of his fingers rubbing against her pussy as he pounds into her center has her screaming.
“Listen to your cries, pretty girl. Tell me how badly you have needed my cock!”
She sobs into the ground. “I need you!”
He ruts against her, reducing her mind to a haze of pleasure and the Iss Drengr.
“I am going to breed you, girl. You are going to take every bit ofmy seed.” His promise has her shivering. “Do you want to be owned by the Iss Drengr?”
She nods, her lips begging of their own accord.
“Cum for me!” He growls into her ear.
Her first orgasm has her screaming once more. She digs into the mud as he forces another. By the fourth, she sobs incoherently into the ground.
“Again! I want to hear your gorgeous sounds.” He grasps her by the neck as he tears into her cunt, building a release she cannot hold back. The final orgasm ruins her for any other man or woman as his cock pulses inside of her, shooting ropes of cum through her center.
Once he forces every drop within her, they lay facing each other, the rain lightening to a mist.
He caresses her cheek in silence. Only then does she shiver—not from hisseidrfrost but from the natural chill of the autumn air.
He didn’t lose control of hisseidr.
She smiles to herself as he swiftly scoops her into his arms, carries her back to the camp, and sits her in the hot spring.
“What happens now?” she whispers, despite their solitude and him, as always, existing as the top predator in the forest.
He pauses halfway through tugging his trousers off. “You belong to me.”
She stares unblinking at the water, worrying over the looming storm cloud from Treland, when he slips into the water, pulling her onto his lap underneath the comforting heat.
His lips ghost across her forehead. “You are the first woman I have bred in almost twenty winters, and you’ll be the last.”
