Trembling, I lower my gaze and obey, watching him pull back. The ebony shaft is coated with me. My body’s essence follows him to wash away with the rushing water.
But seeing him, seeing the full length of his gorgeous cock forced against my opening, pop through and sink...
Sink...
So deep.
I gasp.
I try to lift my hips but he’s holding me still as he takes me how he wants. As he pushes to the knot.
Pushes.
My toes curl. My muscles tighten. The place he’s demanding entrance throbs with pain and pressure and I moan. I pant as I watch him expand the ring. Open me wide.
“Oh!” I whimper when he stops at the biggest part and lets me squirm and shudder as I teeter on the edge.
As the burn has my head falling back against the falls and my chest heaving.
Vaelith groans and rocks his hips. Not enough to give me relief. Not enough to slide in or out. He’s simply working the tender flesh and making me sob.
“How does my queen want to get fucked? Fast or slow?”
I’m wheezing as my body begs for the release he’s dangling just out of reach and the sweet torment of being held so wide. I can’t even process words when I blurt the first thing that pops into my soupy head.
“Fuck me in your other form.” I choke on the wave of pleasure that shudders through my body. Tightens around the bump so hard tears burn my eyes. “Like an animal. No mercy. Mindless...” I scream when I swear he grows bigger. “Hurts!”
His face is a mask of something I can’t put a name to. It’s cruel and vengeful. It’s the look of a monster falling on the scent of its prey’s fears. Sadistic and pleased.
“Are you sure, Rina?” he practically taunts, rocking back, pushing forward. Never going in. Never releasing. “I’ll be an animal. Mindless. Hungry. I won’t stop. I’ll force you into the dirt and mount you.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it.”
There is nothing warm in his smirk when he pulls back. When he frees me from the torture. The loss is gut wrenching. I almost take it back.
But he’s pulling further away. The vines and roots unwinding. Thick, dark hair covers his torso. His legs and arms. His hands are claws and broad enough to cover my entire body.
He is twenty feet tall. Shorter than he had been when he saved me from the wolf, but he still towers over me.
And I’m tied in place. Still open and tender. And his cock doesn’t fit in the palm of his hand. It rests thick and heavy between his fingers. The knot the size of a boulder.
Definitely not going to fit.
I’m almost regretting my choices when he reaches down and picks me up like a doll. The world spins with the flick of his wrist and I find myself dropped into his other palm. My legs are forced open.
I’m brought to his nose and inhaled deep. Like he’s marking my scent.
Then, I’m set on my feet next to the pond. Baffled, I watch Vaelith drop on all fours. A giant, dark beast with blazing red eyes and snarling fangs. With his antlers, he’s even bigger when he lowers his chin and finds me.
I realize a second too late what the game is.
He lunges.
I scream, but the stones slip beneath my feet and I slam down on my back. The fall knocks the wind from my lungs, and I barely get in a gasp when his massive head shoves between my legs. His claws pin me down and his tongue ... miles of thick, wet tongue shove inside me.
Deep. Merciless.
It laps hungrily while I writhe and fight. As I kick his shoulders with my heels, but they’re weak when my hips are lifting and my pussy ripples all over his tongue, begging for more.
