Page 76 of How to Keep a Fae

The pleasure is like a life force of its own. It consumes my every thought.

“Your breath belongs to me, little breeder,” Jayga snarls.

Yet another white-hot climax sets me convulsing as his cum fills me up.

August.

Jayga.

August.

Jayga.

They are relentless.

Heavy, male flesh pinning me to the nest, surrounding me.

Safe.

Loved.

Consumed.

Fucked.

They take my blood. Drinking generously of my body’s gifts in all their forms, fill me over and over until my stomach cramps with the strain of holding all their cum.

“Come for me.”

Fingers seek the swollen nub of my clit, petting it without mercy. Teeth graze my nipple, a tongue flicks it, hot lips swallow it, and fangs sink into my breast.

I come, convulsing a helpless vessel of their lust.

“Tell us to breed you, queen,” Jayga growls beside my ear.

I can’t see. Only feel. My mouth opens, but the words do not form.

“Tell us to breed you.”

“Goddess! Please!”

The hot flesh spearing my pussy starts to withdraw.

“Don’t stop!”

“Beg me to be bred.”

I thrash my head, trying to find my way back to lucidity to answer his demand.

“Beg!” he roars.

My body contorts in the throes of another climax. “Please, breed me. I beg you!”

Arms slide under my thighs, bending me in two, holding me helpless as he takes me, fucks me, deep rough strokes until I believe with absolute certainty that he will breed me or kill me with pleasure in this nest.

I submit to the sensual storm. Trust them, my mates, to carry me through to the other side.

August

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