Page 40 of Guarded By the Krampus

“Very yeah,” I agreed, thrusting up gently, once I was notched.

It was tight for half-a-second, and then her pussy remembered who it belonged to and opened up, letting me slide myself right in. I arched forward until I bottomed out and she let loose a long moan. “Just like that, Ace. Please.”

What else could I do? I mean—of-fucking-course. I put one hand on her hip to steady her, and started up a rhythm, in-in-in, out-out-out, in-in-in?—

“Ace?” Sarah asked, her voice briefly going high. “Are you…fucking me in morse code right now?”

“Oh shit.” I had been.

“Do you need rescuing from my vagina?” she asked with a cackle. “I mean, there’s easier ways to tell me you want a safeword.”

“No,” I groaned. “It was just on my mind from earlier, I think.”

Luckily loving me required a good sense of humor. She couldn’t stop laughing, and I didn’t mind, because each time she did she gave me a squeeze.

“Oh my God,” she giggled, with a final titter, biting her lips as she looked up at me. “I do fucking love you. I must, because really.”

“That’s good,” I said, grinning back at her, striking up a much more serious rhythm. “Because I hear laughing increases your chance of getting pregnant by like…three thousand percent.”

She chuckled darkly, rolling back, while pushing down her hips. “Yeah?” she asked, grabbing hold of one of my horns to make me bow my head. I took the hint, and eagerly sucked her breast. “How about I be in charge of doing all the math in the family,” she said, moving her hand so that she could keep a thumb wrapped around my horn’s base, but also rub my ear with the rest of her fingers, and I was ecstatic. “And you be in charge of opening jars and all the fucking?”

I groaned into her, pulling my head back far enough to say, “Sounds good to me,” and then her knee squeezed my hip and everything changed.

“Right there,” she whined, riding her hips against me.

“Mmmm,” I purred, feeling her squirm on my cock like bait for a fish.

“You’re so deep,” she said, like it was a complaint, but I knew it wasn’t when she threw her hand over head, to brace off of her headboard and take me deeper.

“Only because you’re so open for me,” I whispered. She’d never be able to take all of me, our bodies couldn’t combat straight science, but as long as she loved me, however much of me she wanted, it would always be enough.

“Ace,” she hissed, and I nodded.

“Don’t brace, okay? Let go,” I said, bringing her wrist down, so I could push her up, her silk sheets sliding against her skin. I pulled almost the entire way out, and then did it again. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Sarah.”

She nodded, like she agreed, and then her hands found my fur and clenched. “Oh—right there—at the back—that spot—right there—” she pleaded, and I groaned, the friction between us was maddening.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, bowing my head, blowing hot breaths on her chest. “Whatever you need. As long as it takes.”

She could only answer me with a whine. “Ace—Ace—oh my God—don’t pull out—fuck me through?—”

I could only grunt an answer and then she was coming, violently, speared on me, riding her hips back and forth like I was a horse, crying out and shouting my name like she belonged to me—because she did.

Of course I wanted to fuckin’ fill her up.

I started to thrust against her with intent, making her whole body bob, her pussy clamped around me like it wanted what I had to give.

“Yeah,” she gasped, when she could speak again, throwing her head back, her fingers curled tightly into the fur atop my chest. “Please, Ace—please?—”

That was all it took. Even if we hadn’t done anything else before, I think the sound of my mate asking for my cum would’ve caused my balls to spontaneously answer. I grunted and groaned, feeling them slide against my inner thigh as they lifted, squeezing to give her her first mated load. I shuddered with pleasure as it shot out—and then realized what I’d been missing all along, trapped in all those condoms—the magic of how wonderfully lubricating satyr spunk could be.

My balls pulsed, another wave rolled through me, and I would’ve sworn it was enough to push her up the bed—butwhatever ground I lost, I easily regained, shoving back into her with a rude squelch.

I didn’t care though—not when it was because of me—not when I could feel her pussy quivering still, like it couldn’t believe it’s goddammed luck that my dick was ramming home and coming deep inside her.

Sarah cried out as I jetted in her again—I couldn’t help myself—and then I realized everything that was happening to me wasn’t just a dream, or something boy satyrs whispered about to other boys after their sex ed class.

Sarah was my mate.

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