Page 87 of Mortis

Then he found it.

The spot inside me that made my body light up.

Touching it with my own fingers felt good. But when Kael did the same, the sensation was heady. Exhilarating.

A whole other level.

The pain dissolved beneath a burst of pleasure. I drew my fingers back before pushing them inside again. Kael followed my lead, fucking his finger into me in the same rhythm. Each time, he hit my prostate with terrifying precision.

“Fucking fuck,” I grunted, throwing my hips backwards to take our fingers even deeper.

Kael purred in approval and brought his free hand to my nipple, flicking the bud with one of his sharp claws. When he pinched it firmly between his thumb and forefinger while simultaneously stroking my prostate, I cried out, convinced I was about to come.

Before I could, Kael pulled his finger from my arse and gripped my wrist, forcing me to remove mine too. My suddenly empty hole pulsed with need. I whined, desperate to be filled again.

“Kael,” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, my treasure,” he rumbled, placing a hand on my hip. “I’ll give you what you need.”

I allowed him to guide me down until the tip of his cock notched against my hole. I immediately began to bear down, blinded by lust and eager to fill myself with his length. But as soon as the head breached my rim, Kael’s grip on my hip tightened, slowing my descent.

“Patience, Teddy. I won’t hurt you.”

Despite my neediness, I nodded. I might’ve wanted to have my insides rearranged by his dick, but I didn’t want to take a trip to A&E because my arsehole had been torn in two.

How would I even explain that to a doctor?

“Yeah, I took one look at my boyfriend’s monster cock and decided gravity could handle the logistics. Anyway, can you stitch my arsehole back together, please?”

Not happening.

I exhaled slowly, bearing down as I let his cock slip deeper into me. He filled me inch by glorious inch, and if I hadn’t been so eager to ride him like a bucking bronco, I was pretty sure I could’ve come from the feeling alone.

My head fell back, suddenly too heavy for my neck. Kael peppered kisses along my exposed throat. He dipped lower to my collarbone, then lower still to my nipple. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. When his sharp teeth pricked the sensitive skin, I cried out and grabbed his horn. It only made Kael growl and suck harder.

My trembling thighs gave out.

I dropped the final few inches until my arse met his furry groin. Suddenly, I was filled to the brim, and my eyes rolled back at the overwhelming fullness.

“Oh my god,” I groaned. “S-so full.”

When I finally felt in control enough to open my eyes, I looked down at where we were connected. My eyes widened at the bulge in my lower stomach. When I experimentally clenched around him, it shifted beneath my skin as his cock twitched inside me.

“Teddy,” Kael bit out through gritted teeth. “You feel . . .”

I nodded, my gaze still glued to my protruding belly, because I knew exactly what he meant.

It was fucking incredible.

Overwhelming.

Overstimulating.

Completely over the fucking top.

But still.

Incredible.