Page 102 of Gold Sector
There’s a third piercing in her belly button, that one holding a bar with a rare gold diamond charm on the end.
“It’s perfect,” I tell her sleeping form. “So perfect that I think I’ll wake you with my knot.”
She’s exhausted but still very much in heat.
It’s been three days of constant fucking, which I’ve very much enjoyed. The hardest part is ensuring she eats between sessions.
Oh, her immortal form can withstand days of sex without sustenance. But I like her energized. And it’s fun to find creative ways to convince her to accept food.
Flavoring it with my seed seems to be a popular motivator.
I rather like how much of me she’s swallowed, both from coming down her throat and by feeding her my fingers after dipping them into her dripping heat.
She’s so beautiful like this, all sexed up and mine.
The only way it could be better would be if a part of me was growing inside her.
Alas, I took the proper pill to ensure that doesn’t happen yet.
I press my palm to her belly.
“Maybe you’ll want a babe by your next heat,” I say, my thumb teasing the diamond resting just inside her belly button.
“But I’ll wait until you tell me you’re ready,” I go on, aware that she not only can’t hear me right now, but wouldn’t understand me even if she were awake and listening.
“Although, fair warning,” I whisper, my mouth traveling back up to her breasts to kiss the crescent claiming mark there. “Once you give me permission to breed you, I’ll never stop.”
Because I want her full of our babes. A whole brood of dragon whelps and wolf pups.
I admit all that out loud as I slide my dick inside her slick channel and start to slowly fuck her, my mind thinking of our future and how amazing she’ll look rounded with our child.
Flames, I’ve never been so obsessed with the idea in my existence.
But now I can’t stop thinking about it.
Maybe it’s the contraceptive.
Or maybe it’s just this female.
I’m addicted to her. In fucking love with her. Which is crazy and fast, but I just don’t care. She was made for me and I was made for her.
We fit.
Fuck, do we fit…Her pussy clamps down around me as though agreeing with my thought. Even asleep, she still takes me perfectly.
“Fires, you’re exquisite, printesa mea,” I tell her with a groan, my knot throbbing with the demand to be released.
I worked myself up by admiring my handiwork, her piercings everything I desired them to be.
“I want to add more,” I admit, thinking about other places to claim her. “Maybe your clit.”
Or perhaps that’s too much.
But I need everyone to know this female is mine.
“Hmm, or I’ll just make you wear more gold panties,” I say, thinking of her outfit from the other day when she rode my dragon. “Yes. More of those. Every day. All day. Always in gold.Mygold.”
Her cunt pulses in response, though I suspect that’s more from my movements inside her than my words.
