His eyes are wide in the dim light, fixed on me. “Ride…me?”
“Yes. Like this,” I lift my leg over his hips, and we roll so Rathyn is on his back. I waste no time settling on top of him, my ass fucking backward, my hole searching for him. Everything is hazy now, and my desperation has reached a point I’m not sure I’ll survive if he doesn’t fill me.
“I need you inside me. I need it. Please,please…”
“You are still far too small.”
“Don’t care. Don’t care. Please fill me. Fucking breed me.”
“I do not need you to beg me, my Everest.” He sits up, taking my hips in his powerful hands and lifts me, positioning me over him. “You will ride me slow.”
“Can’t promise anything,” I gasp when I feel the wet tip of him against me.
My hole seems to stretch at the feeling, widening, wanting to be stuffed full.
“Breathe, my little human.”
He hasn’t called me that in so long, and I don’t know why it affects me now, but fuck, it does.
My vision goes white as the head of his cock slips past my hole. It’s so fucking big—so big it would have torn me in half ifit wasn’t for the herb—but I’m open for him, loose yet somehow squeezing around his pulsing length.
The pleasure is so intense, I can’t focus. My body is limp, my chin hitting my chest as he carefully slides me down inch by inch, the ridges of his cock rubbing against my rim. I can do nothing but gasp and groan at the feeling until I’m impaled on him. If I look down, my stomach will be bulging from how much of him is in me right now, and fuck if that doesn’t scare me and turn me on at the same time.
“How much?” I ask, and he seems to know what I mean.
“Nearly half.”
“More,” I moan, but he shakes his head, his fingers digging into me.
“No. I will not hurt you.”
I groan as I grip his shoulders, squeezing around him. He gasps, lifting me off him slightly, those ribbed edges flicking past my rim as I slide up his length. I contract around his cock once more, unraveling his restraint bit by bit until his hips start to thrust up in small bursts.
It makes my entire body shake, my cock exploding as we start to move in tandem.
“Rathyn,” I moan, my fingers digging into his chest, feeling his hearts hammering against my palm.
My eyes roll back in my head as his cock hits my prostate with each upward thrust. I’m unable to do anything but be fucked by him. To be filled by him.
“My Everest, my human,” he growls as he drags me against his chest, his claws digging into the mossy floor as he hammers his hips up into me. His fangs graze my neck, and I moan loudly at the sensation. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Fuck, fuck. Yes. I’m yours. Please fill me. Come inside me. Mark me.”
I take a single breath, then his teeth sink into my skin, piercing me as sudden pleasure rips through me. It’s too much. The intensity is overwhelming, and for a moment, I know nothing but the feeling of ecstasy.
I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak. I can barely breathe.
It takes me a moment to inhale, to come back to reality. His hands are in my hair, his tongue laving at where he bit me. I want to say something—anything—but I can’t seem to do anything except lie in his arms.
And he lets me, his hearts slowing as we rest here, the xinhar cradling us.
After a moment, Rathyn slowly pulls out. It’s excruciatingly hot, feeling how he opened me like that.
“You are injured?” he asks as he slips from beneath me and lays me gingerly on my back. His finger brushes my swollen hole tenderly.
“No. I’m great. I want to do that again.”
He lets out an amused hum and then dips his head between my legs, licking up all the cum from my groin and stomach.
