Page 42 of Borgaz

“All right,” she whispered.

She expected him to lay her down on the rug, but instead he lifted her onto his lap, holding her suspended over his cock.

“Hold on to me,” he urged and she gripped his shoulders.

As soon as she did, he thrust up into her, filling her in a single deep thrust, and she cried out at the exquisite mixture of pleasure and a delicious stretching burn.

“Too much?” His voice was a harsh growl. but she was already trying to arch against him.

His hands dropped to her ass, holding her tightly in place as he began to pump into her, lowering her over him with each thrust, each rough slide of his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“More,” she demanded, and he obeyed.

He did, fucking her hard and fast, his undulating cock dragon over each sensitive spot with every thrust. The delicious pressure built again, and her breath caught in her throat as she grabbed his horns and held on. The rhythm of his hips became wilder, pounding into her until he roared and buried his face in herneck. A sudden sharp sting was followed by drugging waves of pleasure as another orgasm shuddered through her and his seed jetted into her in hot, seemingly endless bursts.

All she could do was cling to him as her body slowly stopped quivering. He gave her neck a last gentle lick and raised his head to smile at her.

“My mate.”

He said it with such pride and happiness that unexpected tears sprang to her eyes and he gave her a worried look.

“Was that too much?”

“You don’t need to keep asking me that,” she muttered. “If I don’t like something, you’ll know.”

His face relaxed again as he grinned.

“I’m sure I will. I certainly hope you liked it because I intend to do it again.”

She gasped as his cock started to swell inside her.

“Already?”

“Yes. But this time the traditional way.”

He lifted her free and gently placed her on her hands and knees in front of his before notching his cock at her entrance. His tail came up to tease her ass and she wiggled happily.

“Ready?” he asked, stroking his hand down her back.

“Of course I’m -”

Her ability to speak vanished as he drove hard and deep, and she gave herself over to pleasure.

The next morningshe smiled happily when she woke to find him wrapped around her. His night terrors hadn’t disturbed their sleep, but considering how often and how enthusiastically he’d made love to her, perhaps he was simply too exhausted. Not a bad solution, she thought with another smile, keep him too exhausted from sex to have nightmares.

A big hand curved around her waist, then up to pluck at a still swollen nipple.

“Good morning, my mate.”

“Good morning,” she echoed, rolling over to face him. The storm had passed and the morning light shone on his horns and his gleaming red skin. He had the wicked grin on his face and she returned it. “You’re looking particularly devilish this morning. Why?”

“I’m simply happy.”

“Me too.”

She reached for him, but he laughed and slipped away.

“Hold that thought for just a moment. I want to call up to the main house and make sure they came through the storm unscathed.”

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