His entire body trembled. His cock was surrounded by her tight, wet heat. She was gripping him so hard he could barely move.
This is everything and more!
It was what he'd been waiting for all of his life and never thought he could have. What his beast had been howling for. What his soul had been aching for across centuries of loneliness.
Pyrran is going to kill me for taking our queen without him, but. . .
Korin looked down at Sol. Her eyes were wide. Her lips parted. Her chest heaving.
This moment is worth death by Pyrran’s claws.
"How do you feel, queen?" he barely managed to ask.
"It. . .f-fits.”
“Yes. It does.”
“It’s so big.”
Korin groaned and madness clawed at his insides.
Sol breathed. “More.”
Groaning, Korin pulled back.
Slowly.
Just a few inches.
Then pushed forward again.
Sol moaned. “Oh!”
Korin froze mid-thrust, chest heaving, golden eyes searching hers through the haze of hot lust. “Still mine, queen?”
“Y-yes.”
“Tell me you want this?”
“Yes, king.” Her gaze blazed bright and he knew her beast was watching him too. “Harder. Don’t stop. Claim me.”
Sol blinked in shock. “T-that. . .wasn’t me. . .”
“Aww. That was your beast speaking. Wasn’t it, little queen?”
She blinked again.
“Mmmm.” That realization broke him, and his beast surged forward and Korin let it. His vision went full gold. The room dissolved into heat signatures—Sol blazing blueish-white beneath him, her heartbeat visible as a pulsing light in her chest. His human thoughts went quiet.
The beast took control of Korin, pulled back, and slammed forward.
Hard.
The bed hit the wall with a loud crack.
Sol cried out. “Oh!!!”
The beast did it again.
