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She comes quickly, all over my waiting tongue, but I am not yet done. I rise above her, gazing down upon what is mine. As her dark eyes meet mine, I brush my knuckles along the side of her face.
How did I ever get so lucky as to be gifted with such a mate?
I don’t know, and I don’t care, for I’m never giving her up. As all the dark possessiveness of my beast side fills me, I fit the head of my cock against her tight cunt and press. With a hand under her ass for leverage, I sink into her welcoming heat.
We both groan as I bottom out with my knot nestling at her entrance. It still takes a little build-up before she can accept it. I rut her slowly, letting her get used to the stretch, feeling her squeeze lovingly around me as we stare into each other’s eyes.
If I live to be a hundred, I should never tire of her.
My hand shifts to her belly, and I rest my palm over the swell where the babe grows, before moving on to her tits, squeezing one and then the other. They are already a little fuller. Soon, they will be bigger still. The vision of her feeding our babe there, of the child suckling nourishment from her, is deeply compelling.
She is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to love.
Mine to knot.
“Are you ready for my knot, mate? Are you ready to take all of me? Can you endure it like a good girl? Can you let me open you all up?”
“Please, Doug. Please. I need it. Please!”
My growl is one of approval. I begin to pick up the pace, letting the mutilated swelling near the base of my cock slide past her slick entrance and get all the way in.“That’s my good little pet,”I say, my eyes shifting to the leather collar, now finished and which nestles at her throat.“You are mine. And you will remember it well when you must take my knot.”
“Always, Doug, forever, as you are mine.”
My knot begins to swell. It is always raised after what was done, but it grows bigger still when I am rutting my mate.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Her eyes glisten with heat as she wraps her legs around my waist and encourages me to give her more, squeezing over me with every thrust, her hot, tight walls encouraging me to give her my seed.
I pound into her, using her body well and in the way that my mate needs. I am ravenous for her, a filthy rutting beast.
“Please! I need to feel you come inside me.”
I am hers to command, but I want her to come, too. My thumb finds the slippery nub of her clit, and I pet it mercilessly, watching her face contort and her neck arch before those sweet, filthy sounds of climax tear from her lips and the magic walls of her pussy clamp around me and compel a heady gush of my seed.
I pump my hips. I have drained my balls down her willing throat, but my body finds yet more as my knot swells and locks us together. With my lips pressed against her throat, I fill my mate all up until she makes her cute little whining sounds.
I roll onto my back with her nestled above me, her thighs spread around me, and the comforting cushion of her belly squished against mine. I bask in the moment. Our babe has grown almost too big for her to do this—soon, we will need to find different ways to snuggle.
She lifts her head and gazes lovingly at me.
“How did an ugly orc get this lucky?”
Her lips tug up, and she stokes a fingertip down my cheek. “It is me who is lucky.” And then she snuggles down with her head to my chest. “Best you rest, my mate. I will need to tend you that way again in the morning.”
I groan weakly, already trying to work out how the fuck I will get through this pregnancy with my sanity… if she needs to… suck me, and… Gods. My cock flexes inside her, very much up for this arduous task.
“Do not think to deny me, mate,” she mumbles against my chest.
“As if I ever could. It is far too late for me and my cock: you have long since gentled the beast.”
Epilogue I
Jasmine
Several months later, as autumn settles deeply over the land, we welcome our beautiful baby girl, Lillian, into the world. Named after my mother, she is rosy-cheeked with my dark eyes and hair, and entirely human in every way that I can determine.
Doug is besotted with her.
I can admit I am a proud mama and that I’m besotted with her, too.
