Page 66 of Bound

“I can feel you so deep,” she groaned. “Gods, Slate, give me your cock. I want to feel it.”

Slate rumbled and grabbed her waist. He started to bounce her, pulling her onto his tongue and then sliding her back off. Up and down, the nest’s fur sliding against her naked back.

He made her come like that, gripping the nest and wailing. He didn’t slow down as she sagged against the bed, shaking with exertion.

“I want your cock,” she babbled as he kept licking into her. “I want it, please give it to me,ohhhh?—”

He pulled his tongue from her with a slick pop. His eyes raised to meet hers, glittering black.

“Is this not enough?” he rasped. “You’re trembling.”

“I want it.” Ruby stroked his horns, trailing from the points to the ends where the horn became skin. “It’s everything we’vebeen working up to. I’ve worked so hard, Slate, please… please give me my reward.”

Slate’s jaw snapped shut as he growled. He blurred up her body and hooked his arms under her knees. His eyes never left her face, even as he lined himself up against her entrance.

“Little witch,” he said simply.

Then he shoved in. There was no careful working the head in, no minuscule thrusts working himself inside. Just one hard thrust, so long and deep they both cried out in shock.

Ruby gripped his shoulders, her arms straining with the width. It was nothing compared to the strain inside her: she could feel her body adjusting yet again, everything sliding and expanding to make room for his enormous length.

She looked down and whimpered. He was all the way inside her…

Almost.

His knot sat against her entrance, tight and starting to swell. They both groaned as he ground against her.

“You are so tight,” Slate said roughly. His hands spasmed around her legs. “How does it feel?”

Ruby tried to answer. Then his hips hitched, and whatever she was about to say cut off in a shocked groan. She craned her head again to watch it happen, his hips barely sliding out before fucking back into her again.

He washuge. He had been right: there was no way a mortal could have taken him. Not without magical help.

Ruby thanked the gods for whatever spell had allowed this and kissed his chest, the only part of him she could reach.

Slate bent down, curling hard so he could kiss her mouth.

“Ruby,” he mumbled as he fucked her. “Little witch. Mortal.Mine.”

“Yours,” Ruby gasped, her eyes growing damp with it. She could barely move, too lost in the feeling of his impossible cockmoving inside her. She was going to come again; she could feel it within every inch of her.

Slate’s hips worked faster, jarring her up the bed.

“Again,” he begged. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” Ruby managed.

Slate snarled against her mouth, the sound trailing off in a desperate whine. His hips shoved forward with more force than ever, and Ruby yelled in triumph as she felt his knot squeeze into her.

Slate stilled. His mouth opened on a roar as he spilled inside her, each hot pulse sending Ruby closer and closer to the edge until she fell over with him.

Her vision greyed out. When she came to, he was panting on top of her. Her hole was stretched around his knot, which throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

Slate huffed against her hair. “I… I will last longer during the ritual.”

Ruby laughed. The vibration made Slate groan, his soft cock twitching weakly inside her.

Ruby shifted happily. She ached, even with the magic smoothing the way. She would be surprised if she would be able to walk without a limp tomorrow. But she had never felt so complete as Slate gathered her in his arms and kissed her, his knot locking them together in the warm center of his nest.

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