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I want to consume him as much as I want to fall into him, and can hardly think straight. Meanwhile, Zy is kissing my chest and tweaking my nipples, all while humping against me mindlessly, and the feeling is exhilarating.
“I have another confession to make,” he murmurs into my skin.
“What is it?” I ask breathlessly, grinding back onto his hips. He grunts and fumbles to open his trousers, while still playing with my tits.
“I want to grow our family. I want us to have more children together,” he confesses simply, never ceasing his teasing touches.
“We haven’t really taken any protective measures in the past few weeks, so we may already be well on the way to that goal.” My response comes out as more of a gasp, as I reach out to help with his pants. I come in contact with his engorged cock, and even a simple touch has it swelling further.
“Just thinking about you pregnant again has me close to cumming,” he grits out, squeezing roughly at my breasts. Each hand covers my mounds entirely, and his grip sends a fresh wave of wetness to coat my thighs. “I nearly went insane with my desire to have you when you carried Traisus.”
His ardent confession has me groaning with want, my womb aching and empty. My breasts surge in his grip, then he is reaching down, to touch where I need him the most. He cups my privates, testing their slickness, and reacts by sliding down the bed, and pulling me up by my backside.
Easily he maneuvers me until my slicked channel is hovering above his wide mouth. “Hold onto my horns, Mate. I am going to have my snack now.”
That is the only warning I receive, before his mouth deliciously assaults my nether lips. My hands snap to his large horns to steady myself, rather than fall forward and suffocate Zy between my legs. Although based on how he is eating me out, it seems like it would be an acceptable death.
He feasts on me like a starving animal, ravenous and gluttonous. It seems like he’s even forgotten how to breathe, focused as he is on devouring my essence. Cream pours from me and into his hungry mouth, as he sucks and pulls at my puffy lips.
I can only arch and shout as he keeps me rooted to his lips, taking everything I have to offer. He takes long, sweeping passes over my slit, before tonguing my rosebud and repeating the process all over again. My body feels charged all over, and all I can do is hold on as Zy takes control of my pleasure.
Helpless to the sensual onslaught, I grip at his horns as I grind wildly against his mouth, lost to the sensations. The only time I try to move is right before my climax, but Zy’s grip only intensifies, and he keeps me glued to his mouth as I explode. My cream gushes out, but he’s there, slurping and sucking every last drop.
He keeps licking me until I am wet again, before adding his fingers to the mix. It’s only a small relief to ease the tension I feel, but it also worsens the ache. I long to be filled with something thicker than his fingers, but he still manages to tease another orgasm out of me while I ride his face.
“I want to taste you.” I am proud that my brain is still able to form words after two intense orgasms, but Zy only shakes his head.
“I told you I’m already close to shooting off. Besides, if you want a bigger family, then we can’t waste any of my seed, now can we?” Zy only talks this dirty when he’s especially turned on, but his words pulse through me, igniting the heat once more.
“Then let me ride you,” I reply, tracing along his horns and the darkened streaks of fur that line his muscles. He growls in response, pupils dilating until they are almost black. Zy is barely holding onto his immaculate control, and I know my suggestion will put him over the edge.
So I slide down his ripped body, taking my chance to grope his generous muscles wherever I can reach. We had managed to successfully get rid of his trousers in our earlier foreplay, so there is nothing to obstruct my view.
His huge piece may now be a familiar sight, but it never fails to impress. It stands tall and thick, the ultimate invitation to sit. I settle on top of his lap, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other squeezes his hip; while I guide his member into my passage.
As always, he stretches me wide as I sink down on top of him, legs as open as I can hold them. This time I guide him, and I don’t stop my journey until I’ve seated him completely within me. My pelvis throbs, and I can feel the quake of our bodies as we join.
This is the greatest intimacy anyone can achieve, and we have accomplished it together. I take a moment to breathe, trying to maintain, but then Zy flexes, and I am flying over the edge as he taps against my cervix. He groans desirous, but I am already squeezing around him as I drag my hips up and down his shaft.
I rise and fall on top of him, riding Zy as if I am taming a wild beast. My thrusts are relentless as I glide my hips over his piece, and it is all he can do to hold on as I take him. With each pass he fills my passageway, brushing along the deepest parts of me to make me quiver.
There is a sense of power and control that spreads throughout me, energizing every limb. I don’t know how I manage to hold on for as long as I do, but I also can’t stop, enthralled by lust. We grind against each other, separating just enough to throw ourselves back toward each other in a sensual dance.
Captivated by our raging passions, I ride him to completion, driving over and over until bliss erupts from me. Pleasure assaults my senses as I clench down hard onto Zykhus, dragging him over the cliff with me.
He spends, shooting into my womb, so powerful that I can feel the spurts of seed coat my insides as our juices mix and run together. I collapse down onto his wide chest, and he’s embracing me, cradling me to his body as we remain conjoined, our cream mixing and dripping down onto the mattress.
Laying spread on top of him, I take a few minutes to recover, exhausted and satisfied, all at once. I wiggle my hips a little in the small space between us, when I realize that Zy is still hard, nestled inside me. When I adjust, he shifts as well, and I can feel him throb once again.
“I told you, I am going to spend the night mating you.” He reminds me of his lustful promise. Then he starts grinding back up into me, and I moan his name.
“Now you’ll be a good mate, and take every drop of my seed, won’t you?” As if to emphasize his point, he flexes again, kissing my cervix as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Zy always feels so good, I can only obey, and we do spend the night wrapped up in each other. We exchange pleasure and take each other repeatedly, until the night stretches into the morning light. My last thoughts before sleep overtakes me is that we are mated at last, and I can always have this joy.
Forever.
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