Page 22 of You're Not My King!

I pinned Roo-bin’s hips steady with one hand as I stroked my cock with the other, milking my gylls and lathering every inch in their sap. I notched the head against the hoo-man’s entrance and a tremor of primal arousal whipped down my spine. His rim fluttered as if beckoning me, and I could hardly resist the invitation to dip inside, growling at how perfectly he stretched and the melting heat that enveloped my tip.

But I froze before going any further, my eyes finding his and gesturing to where I lingered. If I had not stopped then, I knew I never would have. “Want?” I forced through my fangs, voice a slurred growl, hoping he realized I asked permission and nothing more nefarious.

Roo-bin nodded vigorously, splaying his legs even wider. “Yes, want.”

I sank, fucking into my mate in one smooth rush, groaning through my pleasure. I had never felt anything so soft, so taut. My gylls breathed and expanded, sensitive to the narrow space as the markings over my body fizzed with white-hot light. But the hoo-man released a pained hiss as I buried myself to the hilt, muscles seizing and hands lunging for my biceps, clutching tight.

I stilled. “Pain?”

Roo-bin’s hips shifted as if to test it, but he grimaced, blunt teeth biting into his bottom lip. A woeful nod followed. “A lee-tle.”

I lowered onto my elbows, hovering above him in wait as he adjusted to my size. I was impatient to invade his heat until he formed to my shape, but was unwilling to truly harm the creature. Brushing my mouth against his was a worthy diversion, and the tickle of his sweet tongue probing for entry had my tail lashing behind me.

“Yew-ur so big,” he said, a whisper of air against my lips. “Big” was a word I was familiar with, and I preened at the knowledge that the hoo-man recognized—even took delight in—my bulk.

I was big. Bigger than all in my clan, bar Zae’l and his blood-brother, Ok’tna. I could defend him. Fight, if necessary, and then hoist him onto my cock as blood still drenched my claws.

Snarling, I curled inward, burrowing my face into the crook of his throat to inhale his sweet, creamy scent. The action must have appeased him as his grip and frame went slack and he said, “Awl-rrite, aye-m good.”

I knew that word also.

“Yes, you feel good,” I agreed between soft licks across his neck and grazes of fang atop the throbbing vein. The hoo-man’s short burst of laughter fanned my ear, and I lifted my head on a tilt, brow furrowing as I examined his face, unsure of this reaction. The hoo-man’s pale eyes sparkled with what I sensed was amusement, but instead of explaining with more words, he dug his heels into my back and rotated his hips, urging movement. I groaned at the sensation, now fully understanding his needs.

I rose from my elbows, hands buried in the furs at either side of his head, gripping tight, and fucked my little hoo-man as he wanted. Slow, at first. Building a rhythm, grinding deep before dragging almost the whole way out and sliding back in. Roo-bin’s breath came in short gasps, his moans building in power, raw and unashamed. His nails dug into my scales as he moved with me, riding my cock and blindly chasing the pleasure that only I would ever give him.

I smirked, knowing my clan would hear his cries, would know how well their Great Leader satisfied his mate. That knowledge tugged at those dominant parts of me, vanity and pride, and set my soul alight. I withdrew, ignoring my hoo-man’s protesting squeal, and flipped him onto his hands and knees—a better position for connecting. I pried apart his cheeks, sparing a glance at the large sable blossom dimpling under my left hand before thrusting back inside.

I reached deeper than before, wringing the shrillest whines yet from my mate. It spurred me on, my pace swift and resolute. Not because I wished our coupling to be over—I would have him impaled on my length until the moons rose again, if only the hoo-man could last so long—but because I needed to mark him fully, to stake my claim so none could dispute that he belonged to me.

“O-mai-gawd,” Roo-bin mewled, his back curving inward as he fisted the pelt beneath him and surrendered, his walls parting in acceptance of everything I offered. “Yes… ngh. Yes.”

“That is it, little Earthling. Present yourself to me. Take all you are given.” My tail swished behind me in heated agitation as my claws extended, the sharp ends close to pricking the hoo-man’s bony hips. “I will mount you until my knot swells, rut my seed deep into your hole so all will know that you are mine.”

Roo-bin would not know a single word that rasped from my tongue, though he groaned in response anyway, witlessly chanting more yeses into the furs. Heat scratched low in my stomach as my body reacted to his encouragement on its own, seeking completion from the warm, wet sheath sucking me tight. I leered at where we were joined. The sounds of our mating would now doubtless be heard throughout the entire forest as I tugged the succulent creature onto my cock, making him wail and jostle as I took and took.

The hoo-man’s rump rippled with the momentum of each unrelenting slap, as I had imagined it would, but my eyes strayed to the old scars littering his back, a mural of a violent past. I bared my fangs and ripped my gaze away, claws piercing his skin, making my own lasting imprints. His arousal heightened with the prickle of his blood, and possessive rage now fueled my every thrust.

I pounded into him until the base of my cock pulsed and ached, my release dangerously near. Thankfully, Roo-bin’s pleasure raced toward its own end, his thighs quaking, his whines growing urgent and agonized as his small toes curled tightly. I did not know how much longer I would last, but I would outlast him.

I could not let my mate go unsatisfied.

I reached under him, taking his small cock in hand and tugging in time with my thrusts. My hoo-man squeaked in surprise, and I barely had to stroke twice before he cried out, his spend coating my fingers and his whole body locking up with the shock of it. It was a sight to behold, the way he sobbed for me, how he arched and strained and heaved. The echo of it all spoke to the beast inside me on a visceral level, and I was no longer in control.

A feral growl thundered in my chest as my vision blurred, the pressure breaking. My cock kicked, cum flooding into my mate and claiming him deep. I rocked in stilted motions, pumping my hoo-man full as my knot began to swell.

There was no better feeling. My very blood was alight, my nerves drowning in sensation. I would have sealed myself inside him for days, if he allowed it, but as I shoved in one last time, blocking my seed from escaping its rightful place, the hoo-man’s scent clouded with panic, sour and unpleasant.

It had me rushing back to alertness in seconds.

I flattened my chest against his back, using my bulk to restrain his squirming as I hushed and petted him. “Be still, c’karuucha,” I grunted. “You will damage yourself.”

“Waa-iz-thaa?” he squawked, voice rising to a pitch I thought only hu’nyds could hear. His intent was obvious, though he spoke too fast for interpretation. “Why iz-yew-r cock grro-ween?”

I suppressed my impatient eye roll. “Knot.”

“Yes, it is,” the stubborn little beast argued, continuing to fidget and mumble despite my warning. “I tthynk I can feel if yew-r dii-ck is?—”

“No,” I corrected, mellowing my tone and pacing each word. I had to remember that he was not Ly’zrd, this may be new to him. “It is my knot.”

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