Page 85 of Oath of Rebellion

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, but she froze at the question. He slowly traced his way between her legs, sliding the gooey liquid of venom over her clit. He stepped to her side, one hand rubbing the stinging Red spot and the other playing with her.

Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and he dipped his head and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. She moaned as he sucked and nipped.

Then he pulled back enough to ask again. "Eirwyn? Do you want me to stop?"

She threw her head back and arched, pushing her breasts to him. "Damn it, don't stop."

That was all he needed to hear. He rubbed her clit in circles until she was moaning, thankful for all the observing he'd done at the brothel. She thrust her hips but couldn't move with the vines holding her.

He shifted the vines, wrapping them around her thighs and stretching her wider until her legs shook. Then he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it in the green venom.

Her eyes shot open wide as she stared at the sky blankly. "Gods, yes," she gasped.

The pressure at the base of his spine was already building as he slid slowly inside. Her tight, wet pussy wrapped around him, squeezing like a glove. His vision swam, stars blinking behind his eyes.

Once he was seated all the way inside, he wrapped his hands around her waist and switched to her other breast. He set up a steady, slow rhythm. He wanted this one to last. He wanted this one to be a mate claiming.

Only then could he truly protect her.

He shifted, nuzzling her neck as his tail wrapped around them to slide up and down her spine. "Be my mate, Eirwyn."

Her head fell back, her mouth open with a gasp. "What does that even mean?"

He kissed her neck. "It means you'll be mine forever. Say yes, Eirwyn, so we can do this every day."

She gasped as his tail teased down the crack of her ass, a trail of green left in its wake. He kept the tip of it smooth, the barb retreating inside and the tip rounded like a smaller version of his cock. He grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart.

She squirmed and gasped. "Knox? What–what are you, oh gods."

The tip of his tail teased her asshole, and she clenched, keeping him out. "That's it, princess. I'm going to fill every hole. I'm going to make you scream in pleasure."

She shook her head. "The venom... the poison..."

"Is an aphrodisiac for you, my mate," he said, pressing his lubed up tail into her hidden depths. His rhythm never let up, his cock moving in and out. The slicking noises of sex mixed with the crickets and sounds of night in the forest.

"It–won't hurt me?" she asked, thrusting her hips as she tried to wiggle closer.

He kissed the side of her neck, then took her ear lobe between his teeth. "I'd never hurt you, Eirwyn. I will protect you to my dying breath."

He knew it was true, had known it on some level since the day he'd seen her looking up at him from the wrecked carriage.

"You're mine," he growled, his tail finally pushing into glory. She tensed, and he eased back out, shallowly thrusting his tail in time with his hips.

She grunted as he began to thrust deeper and deeper. "Yours," she said.

"My mate."

"Mate," she gasped.

"Forever," he demanded. He needed her to know that she was it for him. There would be no others.

"Forever," she groaned, her head falling onto his shoulder.

He dipped his head and sucked on her neck, tasting the metallic tang of blood as he thrust as deep as he could go. There were no more words, both of them beyond the ability to speak. They panted in pleasure, lost in a mad embrace. She moaned, gasped, and writhed in the vines, wild in his arms.

And still he wanted more. The air around him shifted, whipping leaves and grass around them as he stretched her. Her damp heat held him prisoner, but he never wanted to escape.

He rammed himself home, his body hard and primal against her as he rode her with rough strokes. The feel of her slick heat wrapped around him. Hips bucking, shaft and tail throbbing, he plundered her, ever trying to go deeper, closer.

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