Page 62 of Invasion of Sorority Z

I free my cock from my pants and sit all in one swift motion. Lifting her dress to her hips, I watch as my mate peels down her cunt coverings. She steps away from the discarded fabric and into my lap, straddling my wide thighs. Hovering above my cock, she uses her hand to guide me to her center and begins to sink down.

I do not speak as she sits down farther, rotating her hips to adjust to my size. She is so drenched for me, that her moisture rolls down my shaft and hits my balls. I groan at the sensation, feeling the same desire she feels for me.

She continues to rock slowly in my lap, learning to take me in this new position. My blossom seems determined to sink me deeper than I have ever been before, and I do not object.

“Ohhhh,” my mate sighs, humming with pleasure. She is getting her rhythm now, sinking down on my cock with greedy moans falling from her lips.

I grunt with encouragement. “Continue to take pleasure from my cock, Stee-vee. It is yours to use, and I want to see you drench it with your cunt.”

She is very warm and wet for me, my mate. Her cunt swallows the bulk of my cock, sucking at it when she pulls up as if it does not wish to let go. It is a maddening thing, feeling our bodies connect and wishing that I could simply remain this way until the end of our days.

Carefully so as not to startle her, my fingers climb up her soft thighs, seeking her heat. Her lips part and she inhaled sharply at the first swipe of my thumb through her clit. A powerful moan leaves her, my mate’s body shuttering as it does.

“Am I pleasing you, my little blossom? Are my touches making your soft body shake for me?”

“Marrec,” she whimpers, scratching at my shoulders for a better grip. She is a fierce creature with her small fingers and blunt claws.

A surge of primal desire sinks into my gut, hearing the sound of my name from her mouth. “Mine,” I rumble, holding her tighter. “My mate, so sweet to call out for me. My lovely Stee-vee with her dripping wet cunt and her pretty moans.”

She only cries out louder, becoming even more snug around my length. “Marrec, I want you to do it now.”

I hold her closer. “Do what?” I will give her whatever it is that she needs.

“Breed me,” she gasps out. “Vibrate inside of me, I want it.”

I nearly lose all control at her words. “You are certain?”

“God, yes!” Her voice cracks. “I want it so bad. Show me how it feels, Marrec. Fill me up while your cock warms and shakes inside of me.Please.”

I have never done this before, but nothing has ever come so naturally. Gone is my resolve, holding back the instinct to fill her with my true seed, I let her have exactly what she wishes. Heat begins to fill my veins and surround every bit of my cock as the convulsing begins.

My length shakes inside of her, vibrating with such ferocity that I can see her stomach begin to quake. Sounds I have never heard from Stee-vee explode from her, her nails digging into my skin wherever she can hang on. We plunge into a helpless haze, nearly losing ourselves completely.

“Fuck,” she cries, throwing her head back and tightly closing her eyes.

“Crumble for me, my mate,” I encourage, rocking my hips underneath her weight as she begins to slow. “Give me your shattering whines and your heart flutters. I demand them.”

She does as I wish, her body succumbing to the build of pleasure deep within her core where I am buried. I am not far behind her, releasing myself as a reward for bringing her to her peak. The shaking of my cock continues, but it seems to slow down to a more manageable rhythm.

My chest pounds to the tune of our mating, and a rush of primal fulfillment settles over me. I have bred my mate—filled her with my seed and secured its stability inside her. My child could reside within her stomach in a matter of days. It is so thrilling that I wish to do it again and again until I am certain that she has become pregnant.

Stee-vee collapses into my chest, her lightly damp skin pressing into mine. I continue to pump into her, filling her with my seed while she moans with sleepy contentment. “So warm,” she mumbles.

My mate continues to babble at me so quietly that I am unsure of her words, only that they are pleased ones. I murmur at her in return, praising her beautiful body, mind, and soul before standing up. I am admittedly lightheaded from our mating, but not too much to worry myself. It is simply another reason to bring her to our bed and climb in alongside of her.

Sleeping midday is not typical of Aprixians, but her warmth clinging to my tired body dissuades me from thinking about this for long.

It is a good choice, I decide.

As my eyes flutter shut, I find myself reaching for her middle to plant a possessive hand there. She could be carrying my child now.

No thought has ever been so welcomed.

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Salvia Officinalis: A perennial, evergreen subshrub with woody stems, grayish leaves, and purplish flowers.

Marrec

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