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“Yes!” she finally answers. “Yes, I’m aching to be filled up.”
I run my hands up her back again, and when I reach her long dark locks, I give them a hard yank in warning. “In the future, when I ask you a question, I expect an immediate answer. Failure to respond in a prompt manner will result in punishment. Do you understand?” I cup her bottom in one hand and give it a hard squeeze, no doubt reinvigorating the sting of the smacks I’d just delivered.
“Yes, I-I understand,” she says, and I smile to myself at how quickly she responds this time.
I massage her bottom, moving from cheek to cheek, keeping my ministrations gentle. An erotic thrill shudders through me, making my shafts harden further and my balls vibrate faster.
There’s no doubt in my mind that training her to be a proper, obedient wife will be the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.
I probe the wetness between her thighs, and she suddenly opens herself to me, spreading her legs wide apart.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “I just remembered you asked me to spread wide for you. I-I got distracted by your huge, um, by your…” Her voice trails off and though I don’t have a clear view of her face, I sense she’s blushing.
I slowly insert two fingers into her center, testing her readiness to be filled up. She’s soaking wet—ready to be rutted hard and fast. After withdrawing my digits, I align my lower shaft with her pussy and push until the tip is submerged inside her.
Tight. She’s sofluxxingtight, my vision swirls.
Her whimpers and moans combine with my feral growls as I give another slight push. I pull out only to drive straight back inside, going a little deeper with this thrust. I grasp her buttocks, drawing her cheeks wider apart so I can glimpse that enticing, puckering hole of hers.
As I shove my lower shaft farther into her depths, my upper cock rubs along the crevice of her ass. Grasping her hips, I withdraw from her pussy again only to drive back inside. I continue in this manner until at long last I find myself fully seated in her tight, wet channel.
Reaching underneath her, I press my vibrating balls more firmly to her clit. She cries out and undulates her core against me, and I snarl and grasp her hips and start surging in and out of her, unable to hold back from giving her quick, vigorous thrusts.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoes in the room, and I peer down at our joined bodies, marveling at the physical act of our mating.
Mine mine mine.
I feel my ancestral markings tingle yet again, but I soon become so lost in the delirious pleasure of claiming my mate that I don’t have the mental energy to ponder the meaning.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug until her back arches, which forces her to accept my lower shaft deeper than before. She groans and whimpers, and then her insides contract tightly around me.
“That’s it, little female. Come for me.” I thrust harder, my balls slamming into her clit with each rapid drive.
My climax hits me like a tidal wave. I growl through my release as my seed surges into Ellie’s depths in a series of pulsating eruptions.Fluxx. Black dots dance in my vision, and I struggle for air.
Still panting, I gradually withdraw my spent appendage from my bride’s swollen center. I step back and peer down at her folds, watching with primal satisfaction as my blue, translucent seed trickles from her core and slides down her inner thighs. While I like seeing my marks on her bottom, Iloveseeing my seed coating her flesh.
I experience the sudden urge to fist my upper shaft until I spend on her back or perhaps even her punished ass, but I quickly decide I want her pussy again. Even if she’s sore. Even if she begs me not to.
She glances over her shoulder, giving me a confused look when I approach her with my upper cock in hand, aiming for her slick folds all over again.
“Tornn?” She whimpers and fists the covers in her grip.
“I’m not finished with you yet, sweet human. Be an obedient little bride and hold still as I pound you with my other shaft.”
Chapter11
ELLIE
It’s decadentlywarm and the bed is soft. There’s a weight atop my back, but I’m too fatigued to turn over and discover what it is. Fragments of dreams fade in and out of my consciousness as I struggle to wake up.
My first alert thought is a question: Why am I not shivering?
Mornings on theJansonnaare the coldest part of the day. Most of the time when I awake, I can see white puffs of my breath. Blinking at my surroundings, I release a long exhale just to confirm the temperature isn’t below freezing. Nothing.
Why is the wall a silvery shade? In my family’s quarters, my bedroom walls are a dull light blue.
As I shift underneath the covers, I become aware of the soreness between my thighs…
