Titus roared, literally, the same exact roar his Lion made to let his Pride know he was on his way. The sound was deafening, but all it did to Hail was send her into a shivering, quivering mass of need.
“More,” she whimpered.
Titus’ claws extended from his fingertips, making slight puncture marks on the outsides of her hips as he picked her up from behind, impaled on his dick as it shot rope after rope of hot come deep into her body. He didn’t break stride, continuing to stroke into her as his cock began to swell.
With her seated on him and facing away from him, he stood leaning back just enough to keep her balanced on him, his cock swelled so much that it began to be uncomfortable as he bounced her on its length. The slender, pointed red tip, a throwback to his Lion, that he’d always been told would extend from within the head of his cock to impregnate his mate, extended, prodding against her cervix as it began to release its own stream of come, meant to mark her, and to make sure a baby was left in her womb so that any other male would be deterred from even looking in her direction.
“Oh, my God,” she rushed out.
“Don’t move,” he warned.
“I’m so full,” she rasped.
“You love it, don’t you?” he asked.
“So very much,” she said, trying to open herself to whatever was prodding the deepest parts of her.
“There, right there, don’t move,” he said, starting to move his hips in short little jerking motions that kept him buried inside her, but urged the slippery, pointed part of him to nudge itself just a centimeter or two inside her.
She moaned, her eyes fluttered closed, and she ground herself on him, taking him even deeper. “Don’t stop,” she begged, seated on his cock, her legs dangling on either side of his thighs where she was powerless to everything other than submitting to anything he decided to do.
“Not a fucking chance,” he said.
“Want to come while you’re taking it like this?” he asked, his fingers squeezing her hips again.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Rub that pussy for me. Lick those fingers and rub your clit, make that pussy shiver and squeeze me again.”
“Mmhmm, mmhmm, yes.” She sucked on her fingers, then reached down and started stroking her clit in quick little back and forth motions, the whole while just barely swiveling her hips enough to feel whatever it was prodding at her in a way she’d never experienced before. “It’s so good,” she whispered as his breathing quickened.
“That’s it, baby. Feel it building?” he asked.
“It’s swelling. It’s getting harder,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s so good,” she said, starting to stroke her clit faster.
“Come for me. Come and scream my name when you do,” Titus ordered, pushing himself into her as much as he could with his cock swollen inside her.
She started keening, then let her head fall forward to watch herself rubbing her clit. She realized she could see his balls drawn up tight beneath her and reached for them with her other hand, squeezing them rhythmically as she stroked her clit with her other hand.
“Oh, fuck!” he growled.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come, Titus.”
“Do it, do it now!” he rumbled.
Her head dropped back and she began a long, slow scream, her pussy quaking, its muscles milking him as he roared again, and filled her once more, the pointed tip torturing her cervix, spilling its seed against and just barely inside the mouth of her cervix.
She collapsed against him, her body lying back against his chest, her chest rising and falling in great, deep breaths as she experienced an ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
Titus wrapped a hand around her waist, holding her to him as he made his way around the sofa to fall onto it. Once he was lying down, she relaxed against him. His hands ran up and down her body, stroking her skin, pinching her nipples. “When the swelling goes down, I’m fucking you all over again, from the front this time. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
She nodded. “Want to see your dick sliding in and out of me.”
“Oh, fuck, baby. We might die here.”
“So fucking worth it,” she said.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes before she regained enough clarity to ask about what she’d felt. “What was that prodding at me, deep inside.”
