Page 135 of Oath of Rebellion

Oh gods, Eirwyn, are you sure? Last chance.

"Please, Knox." She slid him closer. She finally felt him stretch her entrance, the other sliding up her crack and nestling between the globes.

"Go slow, but please don't stop." Desperation clawed at her, and she closed her eyes as she panted.

He briefly paused at her words, then pushed in a gentle rocking motion. In and out, he teased her, the flared tip too wide to go in at first. Her hand let go of his cock, and she fell onto her elbows and knees.

The changed angle helped him slip the tip inside, and her silky heat captured him. She groaned, resting her forehead on her forearms and widening her legs as far as she could.

He stroked the furnace within, and his girth stretched her, finally popping inside. She gasped and jerked in surprise, the sensation overwhelming her.

"Gods yes, that's it."

He gave shallow thrusts but they were becoming more forceful. The green gas blocked her view, intensifying her awareness of him. Her arousal spiked, and she reached back to grab the other cock.

He froze behind her, his cock jumping within her.

Are you sure? It's bigger than my tail.

She nodded and panted, the pre-cum lubing her and driving her mad with need.

He pressed slowly deeper, and she whimpered, shaking her head. It was too much, she needed a moment to adjust.

But he didn't stop, pushing past her dark ring and making her scream and try to claw away. A claw pressed on the back of her neck, holding her down as he slid inside, stretching her too wide. She tensed and whimpered with every ridge.

He slammed all the way inside and his balls slapped against her. She screamed, the pressure and pain sending her straight to an orgasm that took her by surprise. She spasmed which made the tips flare within her.

She was speared by him and so incredibly full. Lights burst around them as he began to withdraw, then thrust back inside.

The flared tips prevented him from withdrawing all the way, making her flinch and moan. She screamed again, writhing beneath him, his claw holding her down between the shoulder blades.

She needed more. He was so big, impossibly huge, and it hurt so good. Her walls tightened around his shafts, milking him in an age-old animal mating.

Her legs began to quake and tremble as he rode her body with the passion of a beast. The raw rhythm shifted, and he began to slam his hips, his body hard and primal against her.

More? Gods, yes. I'm going to destroy you, Eirwyn. You're mine, my mate, my love.

He shifted, cocooning her body between his legs and under his belly. A hump of soft grass and flowers rose to meet her stomach, holding her hips in place. The angle changed as the ground rolled under her, and she moaned, gasped, and writhed.

The slapping of flesh made her whimper and go wild.

Words escaped her, only the pleasured cries sweeping through her, mixing with his feral animal grunts of desire. He took her with a pounding need and a driving hunter. Hearts beating, bodies melding, she opened herself to him heart, body, and soul.

She was so close, just a little further.

He stretched her to the limit, and her inner walls rippled against him. Each hard thrust sent her reeling, and he pistoned harder, his shaft slicking in and out.

Her teeth clenched as she reached the peak, and a soul-shattering orgasm robbed her of her senses. She screamed into the forest, tension inside her exploding. Her body shook, and she gave into the moment with total surrender.

Heat streaked through her. Her body went taught, and she erupted. There was no thinking. There was no time or space or anything except the joining of their two bodies.

Her body spasmed around him, lost in the throes of pleasure. His body tensed around hers, then she felt the knot at the tip flare even more.

He went savage. A claw on her neck pushed her down into the dirt. He slammed into her with a ferocity that left her screaming. Her body shook and her pussy ached from the relentless pounding.

His hips hit her backside, roughly sending her forward. She thrashed under him, and he held her neck down.

Being confined made her go wild. She met him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke as she climbed toward another even higher orgasm.

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