Page 71 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

His knot bumped against my straining pussy lips, battering for entry. His previously spent seed smacked wetly between our thighs, coating his knot and sack and slapping against my turgid clit with every stroke.

I felt the moment he lost control. His knot finally breached me, stretching me wide and making me gasp for air. Familiar warmth blossomed in my belly and another orgasm ricocheted through my used body.

Ash’ren’s tail slid from my bottom. Strong arms circled my waist, guiding me to rest on his chest. My eyelids drooped as he fixed my blouse and covered my neck and shoulders in nips and kisses, murmuring sweets promises I couldn’t force myself to focus on.

Sleep took me more forcefully than any of my orgasms, and the fear of the morning ahead faded into a restful sleep with my mate buried safely inside me, cozy and warm.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later when sound filtered into my dreamlike state. Clattering utensils. Idle chatter. Hushed whispers. Wheels of food carts.

Food carts!

Heart in my throat, I fluttered my eyes open into slits, then promptly squeezed them shut.

No, no, no!

This could not be happening!

I squirmed, hoping to find a way off my suitor and onto my own damned chair, but it only made things worse. Much worse. Not only was Ash’ren’s thick cock stiffening inside me, but hisknot also grew instead of shrank—and to top it off, someone hushed the hall.

“What the rings is going on? Do we wait to eat?”

I whimpered and went utterly still but for a sharp pinch to Ash’ren’s thigh. He hissed, then groaned, then—oh rings—rolled his hips.

I pinched him again, harder this time. He grumbled and kissed my neck. I opened my eyes with a start and laughed awkwardly.

All attention snapped to us. I pinched the ever-loving dingus out of Ash’ren’s thigh until I was sure he was awake.

Plates were set. Servants were staring warily. The nobles were standing, twiddling their thumbs, waiting for their queen to tell them they could sit and eat. And Ash’ren’s knot was fully ballooned inside my pussy.

Oh, rings, this was bad.

“Ah—good morning! Good morning,” I repeated with a giggle. I lifted the silver cover to my plate, trying desperately not to wonder who’d placed it there and how close they’d gotten or what they’d seen. It was only Fara, had to be Fara. “Go ahead! Dig in!”

After a pregnant pause—oof, I shouldnotbe thinking about pregnancy right now, not with this awful case of breeding fever I’d caught—the noble court turned their attentions to their plates.

Some sneered up at us, but I couldn’t focus on a rings-damned thing as I forced my expression to remain blank while Ash’ren rearranged himself behind me. I failed, my right eyelid drooping with the effort.

“Fuck,” he hissed in my ear.

“You think?”

A tense moment passed. Then he chuckled against my ear, the sound reverberating through my core, tickling me frominside out. I giggled, scooting back in my seat upon his cock, and he groaned, gripping my hip. Cum shot unexpectedly inside me and I covered a moan with a bite of caramelized okapi bacon.

“Sorry, it’s . . . Look at them.” He hissed, a teensy bit of cum shocking me as it shot up my channel. “All these rich assholes, watching you be such a good queen for your little pawn, and they don’t even know it.”

I cursed my body and how it responded to his filthy words, my clit pulsing for attention. I groaned and whispered, “We must only make it through breakfast.”

“Unngh—I’ll try.”

“Devil will be here soon,” an noble near the dais was saying. “Straight to his coup. Never knew him to be such a fool.”

The massive thing splitting me in two jerked, warmth splashing my inner walls.

“Delivering himself like a lamb to slaughter,” another agreed.

“Fuck,” Ash’ren groaned, his arm tightening around my waist. A warm shot of cum raced to my womb and I lurched forward onto my elbows, drawing a few lookers. I smiled and laughed it off, my eyes a little too wide as I waved a bite of goose egg in the air. All the while, Ash’ren expelled his seed deep into my body in hot rivulets.

“He’ll get a taste of his own medicine, that’s true. As long as I’m on the winning side,” another noble spoke of my father’s demise. Another warm rope.

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