Page 87 of Oath of Rebellion

Her body went taut, every secret part of her crying out his name. She made guttural sounds that spoke to his beastly nature. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, pulsing as she shuddered in ecstasy.

When her legs went limp, he released his hold of her clit and pulled his fingers from her. He slid up her body and grabbed his throbbing cock, teasing her folds. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising in shallow breaths.

Then he slid home in one deep thrust. Her mouth fell open as she moaned, her back arching and her nails digging into his biceps. He pressed harder, shifting his hips to start a driving rhythm. Beat for beat, she met him thrust for thrust, arching her hips and clawing at him.

His fingers dug into the dirt next to her head. His cock seared into her, burning like a brand. His tail buried into the ground above her head. She was deliciously tight as she quaked and trembled beneath him.

She locked her legs around his hips, and he pounded her into the ground. The ground rolled beneath them, and her pussy squeezed down, trapping him inside.

He buried his head in her neck with a groan as her muscles gripped him tighter. Still, he rammed into her with relentless thrusts. He drove into her with an animal fierceness, and they moved as one.

Her inner walls rippled against him as she gasped, "Yes, gods, yes, Knox. Please, Knox."

He hammered into her, a hot rush of pure need. Hunger matched hunger as their bodies slammed together. She was wet, wild, and all his. Forever.

She thrashed and moaned, her body spasming around his cock as she thrust her hips up and screamed. Birds flew from the trees overhead, and the wind swirled around them.

He thrust deeper, faster. His balls tensed up, but something drove him to keep going. He couldn't stop, not yet. He had to get deeper. He clenched his jaw, and it felt like his balls exploded into his cock.

His shaft swelled, making Eirwyn scream and buck with every ripple and movement. She thrashed under him uncontrollably, her moans and groans not even words as she shook her head, her hair lifting and twirling with the wind. Light swirled around them in bursts.

He plunged into her hidden depths, then went absolutely still, paralyzed by pleasure. His release was hot and violent, like a geyser that was long overdue for eruption. He stiffened and convulsed inside, a roar of satisfaction upon his lips. His body jerked, every muscle tight as he poured himself into her.

The heat spread from their joining as they climaxed. They came hard, each fueling the other's release. Their bodies fused into one shared hot, sticky release.

The ground continued to rumble underneath them, shaking softly. The light was growing brighter as the sun rose, and Knox' stomach rumbled.

Eirwyn chuckled, her arms wrapped around his back and slowly tracing up and down his scaly spine.

"Is that your stomach or the ground?"

He lifted off her, still joined at the waist, and pushed her wild, black hair out of her face. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. "Definitely hunger. I'm going to take a dip in the pond. Do you want to join me?"

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No, thank you. There's no telling what kind of slime is on the bottom. I'm not a fan of being dirty."

His brows rose, and he pushed himself onto all fours to offer her a hand. He helped her up as he replied, "There's the princess side of you. After last night, I was wondering where she'd gone."

Eirwyn rolled her eyes and walked back to the house through the garden. He followed her, loving the sway of her hips in the morning light. She walked with a straight back, her head held high like the princess she was, regardless of her lack of clothing.

She ducked into the kitchen, and he continued on to the pond. He strode straight into the frigid water, the sun not yet heating it. He ducked under, washing quickly before swimming across to the other side.

It wasn't a large pond, but it was enough to get his blood pumping. Then he waited in the shallows, his tail poised over the water with barb ready. A large fish swam lazily by, and Knox speared it. He flicked his tail, sending it to the bank where it flopped.

He turned his attention back to the water. After a second one joined the first, he strode out of the water and gathered them both, hooking a thumb into their mouths. He carried one in each hand to the kitchen door.

He paused, dripping water on the threshold. Eirwyn was dressed, her hair braided in one big braid down her back as she talked with the ghost, Leopol.

She turned from the skillet over the fire in the hearth and looked him up and down. Her eyes glazed over, and he grinned as she stared at his cock.

He held up the fish. "I caught lunch," he said. "Where do I put them?"

She waved to another skillet on the counter, now cleaned from last night's dinner. "In that one. Breakfast is ready, if you'd like more berries and nuts."

He set the fish down, then turned dunk his hands into a pail of water, rinsing them off. "I'll eat your berries, if you'll eat my nuts," he said.

Leopol snickered, and Eirwyn laughed.

"Well, it's been lovely, your highness, but duty calls. I'll be in the office," Leopol said, a grin on his face as he floated through the kitchen door into the house.

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