Page 63 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

His knot is a little swollen already, and it makes the most delicious wet slaps up against the entrance of my pussy. I want to take him more than my next breath.

His strokes slow, become determined, and fingers dip deeply into my hips. I grip the fur, feeling the softness under my fingers and under my cheek, trying to focus on breathing, on not coming, as the pleasure washes over me in blissful waves.

Then his knot pushes against my entrance, sinking a small way in before it slides back out.

The next time, it seems to slip almost fully in before he withdraws. My pussy flutters as he repeats the move over and over again, pressing against my entrance, opening me wider, stretching me, but not entering me fully before he slips from me.

It is too much, yet not enough. It becomes harder to remain relaxed for him, to submit and let him guide this at his pace. His flesh is firm and soft as it passes in and out. I’m so close to coming, so close to falling into bliss.

I breathe, feeling his powerful body moving over me like waves crashing upon a beach. Each time he breaches me a little way, I mumble little prayers under my breath—please, please, please.

The knot slips all the way in and out so swiftly that I almost think it is a trick. The second time, there is no mistake, and a wanton groan feels like it is dragged out from me deep in my belly.

“Do you like that, mate?” he asks in a low purr. “Like me stretching you around my small, burgeoning knot?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I fooled myself into thinking that this was all there was. It swells, sometimes when I pet him there as I suck his cock, and sometimes for no reason at all. I should have known it would get bigger, but exactly how large will it get?

A little frisson of fear slams up against the bliss. His strokes are determined, slow, steady impalements. He no longer hesitates to push his knot all the way in and pull it back out. The sensation is of him opening me there, the way it nestles briefly inside, pressing just right. My fists clench over the furs. I did not know it would feel like this. I did not know it would be so impossibly good.

“More,” I beg. “Alfred, please give me more.”

He picks up his pace just a little. The delicious slapping noises as his flesh meets mine fill the air. I am taking all of him to the root. It hits a place with a tip deep inside that feels an achy kind of good. I wanted his knot. I am taking it. Now I want it to lock.

“I’m going to come,” I mumble.

“Not yet,” he growls. His hands are tight on me still, gripping me without mercy as he begins to slam in and out. The quickening pace. The shuttling of his knot in and out as my body rushes towards the glorious high.

A climax explodes through me, ripping through my pussy and womb, engulfing my entire lower body, and fluttering all the way to my breasts and nipples.

I shiver with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he mutters gruffly. He begins to pound into me, his knot slamming in and out, and I come helplessly over and over again.

His knot is growing. It has to be forced inside and dragged back out. There is an alarming moment where I don’t think he can breach me. A monstrous strain follows as he pulses against my entrance, stretching me.

I come again, and his knot slips inside, then he stills. I feel his cock kick inside me. My pussy squeezes over him in sharp, spasmodic waves.

He growls. His fingers are bruising, and that is perfect to me in this heightened state. I love this feeling of him holding me to his liking, of being full beyond comfort on his cock and knot.

A hot flood inside me sets my pussy quivering yet again. I float into nothingness, a cataclysm going off inside my head as lights and sparkling dots dance behind my eyes.

I feel at one with him in ways I have never felt before— like I am wholly his and he is wholly mine.

Finally, he has knotted me.

Finally, I am claimed.

I don’t want to move ever—don’t want the moment to end.

As his hand slides under my belly, I hiss my complaint.

“Hush, mate,” he rumbles as he drags me from the furs still, impaled on his knot. He rocks back onto his heels, pulling me flush to his chest.

Before me is the mirror and, in it, I see us. My dress is all rumpled from the rutting. His arms are clamped around my waist, thick muscular forearms and big capable hands holding me to him. My breasts hang lewdly out, a little red in places, and my thighs are spread wide around his, my pussy just hidden from view by the hem of my dress.

I’m so tiny before him, a beta before the might of an alpha barbarian. He is fierce yet so gentle. He is a treasure greater than the entire kingdom of Pershore.

I understand in this moment that I would give up everything if I needed to for him.

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