Page 47 of Baited

“I need to put my cocks in you, Izzy. I need to fill your cunt with my seed,” he says, voice hoarse.

My core pulses at his words, crude and yet all him, the only creature in this entire galaxy who has ever made me feel like this. Like I’m in control…

I keep one hand on my stomach as I put the other on his chest and push him down onto the cushions.

“You’re still hungry then?” I ask, tripping my fingers around his waistband, skirting his crotch as his hips flip up. Needy, desperate.

“My cocks are hungry for your wet heat. They need to be sheathed in your soaking pussy.” Blayn groans. “I need to be locked inside you, to make you mine, tobreedyou.”

The word “breed” destroys my knickers in an instant. I shimmy out of my pants and underwear and climb astride him, my long coat hiding my nakedness from any casual observer.

Blayn groans as I unbuckle his belt and release his cocks from their leather prison. I’m sure the things are bigger than they were last time as I use both hands to stroke him from root to tip. His hands flail at nothing, wings thumping on the upholstery.

“Do you deserve to be in my pussy, Blayn?”

“I have been a good mate. I will nest for you, my Izzy.” He moans. “Let me inside you.”

I separate out his two cocks, marveling at their nodes and how slippery the second smaller one is. Blayn thrusts into my hands, his claws digging into the velvety fabric beneath him, his eyes burning.

Lifting up, I notch both cocks at my entrance. Blayn grits his teeth. The amount of pre-cum weeping from him is enough of an indication he’s struggling to hold it together, but it also means as I lower myself onto him, he slides in, slowly as I stretch around his girth.

“Look at your hot wet cunt wrapped around my cocks,” he murmurs, eyes half lidded with lust. “Are you going to ride me?”

“Are you going to let me?” I drop the last inch, and he grunts in surprise and pleasure.

“My body is yours to do with as you will, my sweet mate,” Blayn says as his hips roll and his head drops back, thrusting up inside me, ensuring I feel every single node. “And your body is mine to make sing.”

BLAYN

This is everything I wanted and more. My cocks sheathed in my sweet mate. Only the desire to paint her with my seed is so great, I’m not sure I can last. I think about wielding a weapon as she rises over me, exposing where my cocks are inside her and I’m sure I’m going spill…I am going to spill inside her…I imagine my training once again, the old captain shouting orders and the desire to shed my seed abates enough I can move once more.

My Izzy is so vrexing beautiful as she rides my cocks, I’m able to grasp her hips and rise with her as her body covers mine. Working with me, her tight cunt slick and hot, holding me, releasing me, and taking hold again.

I hold her down as I circle my hips before withdrawing and driving inside her, hands sliding up to her waist and under her clothing where they encounter silky material which gives easily at my claws, allowing me to cup her gorgeous globes and swipe my thumb over the delicious peaks which rise at my touch.

Myeregriis perfection itself, her head tipped back and her long hair flowing around her shoulders. She has me in her grip and I am pleasuring her. This could not get any better.

Until she comes. Her sweet cunt squeezes the very life out of my cocks, and I am no longer able to control my seed. It fountains inside her, erupting from me, hot and needy, directly into her gorgeous, tight channel. I should not let my secondary cock swell, but I’m too far gone, unable to do anything but hold onto her, pump my essence into her, ensure she belongs to me.

“Mine,” I growl out loud. “You are mine, my Izzy.”

She collapses onto my chest, her own body heaving as she regains her breath.

“Are we…stuck again?” she asks between pants. “I felt you…inside me.”

I circle my hips. We are, indeed, stuck, and it has to be the best possible feeling. I want to both celebrate and sleep for an eternity as Izzy is impaled by me, locked into me, taken entirely by me.

“Stuck,” I rasp. “Because you complete me.”

The smile which creeps over her face is a thing of beauty. It makes my heart spin in my chest, squirming as if the organ wants to leave my body. I slam my fist there, and her mouth turns into an “o” which causes yet more seed to spurt from me into her.

“Are you…okay?” she asks.

“My chest is strange. Like my heart wants to meet you on the outside,” I reply.

The smile returns, my heart does its thing again, and Izzy presses her ky-ss to my lips.

“You’re okay then,” she says.

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