I wasnotin pain. Far from it.
The agonizing ache I’d felt before he entered me was gone, replaced by shocking fullness. But there was no pain, only a myriad of strange sensations I couldn’t even describe to myself.
I breathed deeply as he’d ordered me, his scent soothing me further.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, his soulful eyes boring into mine.
I didn’t want him to stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that emptiness meant agony. Now, spread wide and impaled, I felt a tremendous stretch and a slight burn that faded with every frantic beat of my heart.
I had no idea what he saw in my face when he smiled tenderly, leaned closer, and brushed his lips against mine in the softest of kisses. Then he nipped at my upper lip and traced it with the tip of his tongue. I opened my mouth to catch more of his taste, and his tongue stole inside.
He was in me, in my guts and in my mouth, and wasn’t that what I’d wanted? What I’d asked for? The brutal girth he’d forced into my hole had taken me off guard, but now that I was getting used to the overwhelming fullness, it felt satisfying in unfamiliar ways.
When he rocked his hips, moving just a tiny bit back and forth, his tongue gliding against mine, I sighed with relief. This was what I needed. My hands stroked up his sides of their own volition, and when he inched deeper into me, my guts loosened, welcoming him.
Tingles spread from my hole into my shaft, spilling through my stomach and chest. I moaned.
“That’s it,” he whispered against my wet lips. “This is how it should feel.”
He rolled his hips lazily, sliding in and out of me. His cock was long and thick, hard and heavy like stone, but the deeper it stabbed me, the better it felt. It stretched me, filled me, burrowing into the farthest recesses of my body, and on instinct, I reached down to grab it. I wanted to know.
“Oh god!”
My hand barely wrapped around the girth. There was so much left, I wouldn’t be able to take him whole. He’d gut me if I did. Fear blended with desire, danger with unknown delights… Was I afraid of him or of my own sudden lust?
“Shh, my love. I won’t hurt you. I can’t.”
He took my hand away from his cock and pinned it above my head. He kissed me again, sped up his thrusts, and I melted under him and around him. My hole sang with bliss, slick overflowing. So good. Oh lord, it felt so good. After the aching want had carved me out, Fergus filled me with pure love. My flesh clung to his big cock, my cries rose higher, and the most amazing feeling burst from my belly.
I wailed, my shaft spitting creamy cum between us and my inner muscles spasming. The pleasure was incomparable to anything I’d ever felt. I died with joy and was reborn on every thrust of his wonderful cock. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the peak. Faster, harder, and it got even better. My hole got more and more pliant, and he could reach deeper, easily sliding through the juices that oozed out of me. The next time I peaked, stars flickered behind my eyelids. Waves upon waves of raw delight flared out from around his cock as if he fucked some kind of magic into me.
“My treasure.” His voice resonated through me and wrapped itself around my heart.
Already, I felt another climax rising.
“What’s happening?” I gasped.
“Passion. You’re changing into an animal.”
I’m in heat.
He pushed harder, and I was so soft inside, my hips loosened, my belly bulged, and my body simply welcomed him. All the way. Heavens, he was in me to the hilt. His groin rested against my ass, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me even closer. The thick hardness reached my very center, my torso overfull… and I smiled. Nothing had ever felt better.
When he rolled his hips, widening my hole further, my flesh throbbed with delight. I cried out.
“I’ll knot you, darling.”
The way he moved… oh lord. He thrust deep into me, then made a circle, and thrust, and circled his hips again… He was stretching me out, making space for himself, and then he sped up.
Now he truly took me. He shoved his cock in and out of my raw flesh with force and to the root. Wet slaps and loud squelching sounds accompanied our mating.
This climax became devastating in its power. I arched in Fergus’s arms and wailed. My hole clenched on his cock, as if my body wanted to pull him into me and lock him inside so it wouldn’t ever need to give up this ecstasy.
“Gillam. My treasure.”
His hips stuttered. A couple of heartbeats later, a sweet sensation bloomed where his fat cockhead jolted in my core. Like a cool potion spreading through my throbbing guts, healing me on the inside.
His seed.
