Page 97 of The Tenth Muse

She trailed kisses over every inch of me, just as my alpha promised she would. Brielle’s need was apparent, her mating musk thick, but I didn’t care. If I could, I wanted to drown in this scent for the rest of our eternal lives.

If I could? Of course,wewould. Forever …

She smelled of pinecones, leather, and fresh rain. Brielle smelled like home. And now she had come home to me.

“Fawn. Climb on top of me,” Brielle demanded.

I obliged without a second thought. She gripped my hips as I rode her face with renewed vigor as my alpha moaned and whimpered and writhed beneath me. She was drowning in my slick heat. She said nothing, crushed beneath my thighs, but it was as if I could hear her heart’s desire in my mind, melting inside. Before I could flood her mouth with my essence, she lifted me, and I squealed, still shocked by her strength.

An alpha woman indeed.

“Turn. Present your sweet ass to me.”

Again, I did as I was told. I slid against her body like water until my face was buried between her thighs, my essence still dripping onto her waiting lips as Brielle spread me wide. Lying on top of her, I finally got a clear view of the source of my alpha’s power.

I licked her fat, slick knot, my pussy clenching and aching for her. For more. I needed so much more, but I knew we had to go slow. Her knot was much larger than any I’d seen before,even during the few years I’d been old enough to attend spring festivals where our kind mingled and mated.

It was about two thumbs long and thick. It could pierce me if she rutted against me hard enough. I didn’t know what turned me on more, though, the slickness of her clenching hole on my fingers or her thick knot demanding more and more of my tongue’s affections.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to choose as I took time to lavish both with love. Bri was overflowing with premature seed mixed with her pussy’s juices. And my clit throbbed at the proof I was pleasing her thoroughly.

I want to be bred; I want to be filled with her cum and bear her child.

“Please!” I begged, wincing as a finger pressed gingerly into my ass, spreading my holes until both were wide open for attack.

She lavished my soaked lips some more, murmuring something close to “sickening sweet petals” before trading off to puncture my ass hole with her tongue. Her fingers curled inside of me, pressing down to a spot I didn’t know existed. I groaned, unable to suppress it anymore. I was suddenly at the edge of a cliff, lifted up and over until I exploded into a bundle of sunlight.

Bliss couldn’t come close to the feeling as my mouth was flooded with her cum. My alpha, she was so strong and sure and High Goddess above, even the feel of her hardening nipples dragging against my stomach nearly pushed me over the edge a second time.

“I’m not finished with you yet, my sweet little fawn.”

I lay on my side, twilight fading as starlight shattered into stardust sprinkling the sky. How long had we been at it? It felt like hours, days, but I’d lost all track of time.

When she squeezed three fingers inside my throbbing pussy, I lost it, a stream of my slick shooting into the air in a mist. It took me by surprise, ashamed that I may have splashed herface with something indecent. But my alpha simply chuckled, a roguish grin on her lips, her chin and chest glistening with sweat and my juices now.

“Eager, aren’t you, to take my knot and be filled with my seed,” she growled.

“More than eager. Now give it to me,” I demanded.

She grasped my lower half and flipped me to my stomach tenderly. I gasped as her fully erect, knotted clit slid between my pussy lips, dripping with cum. She lifted my bum skyward, nails digging into my hips. When I felt the tip enter me, I was already swimming in the abyss.

Brielle grunted, taking a knee, her other foot braced as she lifted me further, aligning my soaked slit to her slick and knotted clit. And then she thrust, once, twice, the rhythm maddeningly slow for my aching need, but at the same time just right.

“If you ride my knot as well as you did my face, maybe we’ll successfully create an heir tonight.”

She slapped my ass, tugged on my tail until I squealed, and then stood, taking me with her. I was balancing on the palms of my hands, one of Brielle’s hands gripping my horn while the other clawed my ass. She was rutting against my clit as I gasped and grunted, no longer concerned with the sounds falling from my lips, so swept up in the feeling of being fucked, claimed, and owned by my lover.

My wife!

My bride!

“Brielle!” I pleaded, and she answered my silent prayer.

My hips nearly gave out as she lurched forward to grab both of my horns. I collapsed to my knees, and she joined me, chasing her release. And then she slammed into me. The tip of Brielle’s erect clit couldn’t penetrate me far, but it was just enough, just right, all that I would ever need.

“Alpha!” I screamed as she bred me, our combined juices slipping down my legs as I whimpered, hooves kicking, her calloused hands wrapped around my horns to keep her steady.

“Sweet omega. Fawn! Fawn, I can’t … Dearheart, I’m gonna?—”

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