"Monster, I belong to you. My Monster." She opened her eyes, seeking his. "Need you. F-F-Fuck my pussy."
There was a tiny mischievous smile on her lips. She knew he'd reward her for that.
His voice lowered as the beast rose to the surface. "What's my name? Who is your monster?"
It still felt dangerous to remind her he was the unworthy, murdering bastard all the rest of the eleven sectors feared. He knew all the stories. Knew children hid under their beds at the sound of his name.
Knew he was a source of shame and a curse among his kind.
She was breathing hard, her face scrunched up and her eyebrows lowered. "You are Nothonal Darre. My mate. Mine. Now please. Please, stop tormenting me."
She let a touch of irritation enter her voice. Just a hint, warning him he'd pay for doubting her.
He loved it. Fearless fuckin' breeder.
A ridiculous happy purr started in his chest. Increasing the speed of his fingers, going deep, he found that spot on the front of her sheath and closed in on it. Then he began to pound his fingers right there.
He purred, light-hearted, fuckin’ joyful as he hammered his bond-mate right in her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head, body shaking and spasming with her climax.
Giving her no time to breathe, he put his fingers in her ass. First one, then two.
It defied reality that he could fit in any hole, much less the tight rose of her ass. But he was going to. He absolutely was going to. And she would love it.
They were a mess of bodily fluids that made everything fun and easy. Flipping her to her belly, he took his dick in hand and bathed it in her golden slick. Her coos of delight tightened the muscles of his ass. She loved the feel of his slick cock head parting her vulva, bumping the swollen bundle of nerves that was her clit. Sweet receptiveness turned to a squawk when he pressed against her back hole.
He chuckled.
He went slow. She protested. He didn't stop, filling her until her back passage gripped him so tightly he thought the head of his cock would pop off.
He crawled over her tiny body, wanting to cover her. She'd be under him, connected. Sheltered. Owned. He tucked her arms and legs where he wanted them, fussing with their arrangement long enough that Naya began moaning.
"Move. Hurts. Need you to move. Please."
He soothed her with whispers in her ear. "Shhh. I know what you need. I know. You need your monster, don't you? You want all of him. Shhh."
His little omega breeder healed so quickly. The bruises and marks on her neck and shoulders he'd left the night before had faded and softened. He liked them full of color, a sign to all who saw her she was well-tended.
"Just a moment. I'll give you what you need."
He curled his arms around her upper body, pleased to find he could tuck her into him this way and hold one of her breasts in his palm. He squeezed the weight of her tit and her channel spasmed, making him laugh low.
Nosing through the tangles of her hair, he found his mark. He felt the deep, hidden ping of her soul within his core when he closed his mouth over it. She was a beautiful instrument only he could play.
"Monster!”
He moved his hips with slow, steady thrusts. Settling deep, he rubbed that hidden nodule inside of her with each movement of his cock.
Naya went as tight as a bow string, uttering a little gasp every time she felt it, accompanied by a spasm of both her bowel muscles and her womb.
Heat buzzed down Darre’s spine. He wanted it to last forever, but she was too tight. Too responsive. Too willing to come on the cock of a monster.
He picked up the pace, lower body working hard toward the end, when pleasure burst over him and heat burned down his cock and out in a fountain of come that filled her to the brim.
After, panting and still clinging to her, he heard her satiated purr. He did not want to move, body exhausted on her, content, but he thought she might be smiling. It felt like her whole body was smiling.
"My monster," she said possessively. Turning her head into the crook of his bent arm, she brushed her lips across his skin and gave him a kiss while humming. "Mine."
Then his prim and proper omega breeder bit him bloody and left another mark, lest he forget who he belonged to.
