“I’m yours. My body… is yours. Please, hold me, take me… Need you… need to be yours…”
Was this how love felt? No wonder people have written so many poems and songs about it.
“Is this what you need, my love?”
A sting of pain accompanied the next fuck, and I arched into it, craving it. His knot held us locked together, my rim clenched around the base, allowing just short, deep thrusts. The needy spot in my core seemed to uncoil in anticipation. He pushed into the bump of eager flesh, and the pressure sent me soaring through the sky. Colors flashing behind my eyelids, my nipples throbbing in an unfamiliar way, I came, and the peak stayed with me.
Snarling like a wild beast, Fergus rose, holding me by my hips. He pulled me onto his swollen cock with brute strength. My limbs hanging loosely, my head lolling, he turned me into a sheath for his knot. It was ecstasy. He shoved his cockhead into my spasming core, hitting my sealed womb over and over. Sharp bolts of pain in my middle accompanied each fuck, and it was the most satisfying sensation on Earth. Delirious with happiness, I sobbed my thanks. He was carving me out, stretching and changing me on the inside, consuming me, and I yearned to be able to give him even more. My shaft twitching, my torso covered with loads of my cum, my insides fluttered around his knot with delight, begging for more. Each ruthless thrust brought me so much joy… I was on fire. The pain he caused me was life itself.
“Oh god. Yes. Augh. Hurts… so good. Fer… Fergus. Hurt me. Yes. Aaah yes! Yes!”
“You’re mine, my little mate. A hole for my cock, a vessel for my cum. I’ll fuck you every day. Breed your virgin body. Over. And over.”
A heartbeat later, he was spilling into me anew, holding me impaled so it ached just right. I was in love with the sweet pain.
When he lowered our joined bodies back onto the soft bed, I sighed with contentment, unable to recall any of the fears that had brought me to this place, into this man’s arms.
Sated to the marrow of my bones, bruised on the inside, full of Fergus and his essence, I was ready to give up anything and everything. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in this man’s arms, with his dick in me.
Much later, when his knot receded and he pulled out of me, I whined as my hole quivered. His cum trickled out of me, smearing between my ass cheeks…
“Shh. Rest.”
“But I’m… stained…”
“Yes. And I want you to stay like that. Smelling of me, fucked out and dripping with my cum.”
I couldn’t respond to that. I liked it. It should have horrified me how much I liked it. What he’d said, calling me his hole… I loved it. I wanted to be just that. A hole, open for him whenever he pleased, always eager to be filled and stretched.
“I’m going to love you until we die, Gillam. You’re safe,” he whispered into my ear. He cupped my chest, gently kneading, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
My mate heldme in his lap while pressure grew in my hole and core. He kissed me while he made love to me. His gentle hand caressed my chest and stomach, and I looked down its path.
Thick milk streamed from my nipples, white rivulets over the curved mounds of my chest and belly. My stomach was big and round, and Fergus smeared it with milk and cum while he fucked me tenderly. My surprise faded as soon as it came, and I smiled. In my mate’s arms, full of his cock and seed, his baby growing in my belly, and milk dripping from my chest, I’d fulfilled my purpose. All was well.
“You’ll give birth tomorrow, my love.”
I wokeup with my hand just under my belly button, my stomach a soft swell filling my palm. I wasn’t pregnant—that had been a dream. Of course I’d dreamed of being bred when I was in heat.
Careful not to wake him, I kissed Fergus’s cheek, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. Then I stepped onto the balcony and squinted into the rising sun, taking in the beautiful morning. We were high above the ground, higher than the treetops of the surrounding forest.
I looked around the balcony… and froze.
6
FERGUS
The next morning,Gillam woke up earlier than me. When I opened my eyes, he stood in the balcony doorway, gazing into the distance. His naked form glowed in the sunlight, his golden hair loose around his shoulders, shimmering. He looked like a fae, a true treasure, and I gazed at him in awe.
My mate, and he’s in heat.The small cushion of his underbelly, waiting to be bred, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Except Gillam’s bright blue eyes looked worried when he turned to me.
“There is no door besides this one,” he said. “And no stairs.”
I stretched out my hand, and after a breath of hesitation, he came to me and took it. I tugged him back onto the bed, cradling him to my chest, and he sighed into my skin.
“I have so many questions. How did you find me? We are at the edge of a mountain, and the cliffs are steep. How did you bring me here? Will you answer me soon?”
