Chapter 12
TWELVE
BEAST
Things are going well with my consort’s training.
She shudders beneath me the way a female should, thighs trembling, eyes dazed with need. Her scent sings for me to claim her and spill my seed inside her.
She stares at the ceiling, still lost in the haze of pleasure I gave her. Good. I want her dazed, pliant, soaked in bliss until she forgets to fear me. Until she only knows me.
And yet…
An idea takes root, one I once rejected with fury. But after holding her warm rump against me all through the night, my mind would not let it go.
Offspring.
My cock throbs at the thought. Her belly, round with my kit. The thought startled me and kept me awake..
Look what blossomed after I freed her from the collar—how sweetly she gushed for me.
Still… if I plant my seed in her and she carries my young, would it soften her heart toward the things in the basement? Or would she hate them more?
The thought snarls through me and perhaps makes me less gentle than I should be as I press the thick head of my cock against her slick entrance.
She startles, surprise flashing across her face as her head lifts.
“Put me inside you,” I growl. It takes every shred of control not to ram forward and bury myself in one brutal stroke.
Her face pales, and it only makes me harder. I love watching her war with herself—fear, desire, disbelief. Her little cunt clenches at my crown, pulsing, begging me in even as she protests with her eyes.
“Consort,” I warn, lowering my brow. “Take me. With your hands. Feed me into your body where I belong.”
“I get it,” she gasps, breathless.
She sits up, trembling, reaching for me. Her hands are so small they cannot even close around my girth, yet when her tiny fingers tremble against me, it nearly undoes me. Years of lonely rutting into my own hand could never have prepared me for this.
I nearly spill before I’m even inside.
But she obeys and guides me, inch by inch, into the tight clutch of her opening. Her eyes fly wide, fear flashing again.
“You will fit,” I murmur, more to myself than her. “You were made for me.”
She’s wet but still stiff beneath me. She needs more. She always needs more.
So I bend, mouth to her breast and thumb to her clit, wings spreading wide to steady me as I suckle her hard nipple. Her gasp splits the air, her back arching, and I know I have her again.
Her nipples fascinate me, the way they pebble instantly under my tongue, and she pushes away from me one moment to escape, then begs for more the next.
And in a flash, I imagine her breasts swollen, heavy with milk for our young. My cock thickens like stone at the thought, and I suck harder, determined to make her gush for me.
And she does. She always does.
Her slick spills down, coating me, opening the way.
The Fates cursed me long ago. But then they gave me her. My miracle. My hope and future.
I thrust forward, shoving deep. Her tight cunt grips me like a vise, only allowing half of me in, but even that feels like heaven.
I draw back, gaze falling to the sight of my cock drenched in her juices, and I snarl, driving back in.
She curses, howls, legs flying up around my back as if her body itself has chosen me.
I grab one trembling thigh, claws retracted, holding her open as I pull back and plunge again. Her cries split the air, but the wet gush slicking my cock tells me the truth. She loves it. Even when she doesn’t understand why.
I am a good lover to my consort.
The thought ignites me.
I scoop her under her back, wings flaring, and lift us into the air. Her gasp is sweet in my ears as she clutches my neck, holding on to her monster as we become airborne.
I grip her ass, squeezing hard, and thrust deep as my wings beat. At first languid, then faster, harder, until the air itself trembles with our joining and we lift up, up toward the cathedral-like ceiling.
She is so tight, so impossibly small, squeezing the bulbous head of my cock each time I pull free and sink back in. It is the single most exquisite pleasure I have ever known.
And I will not let it end.
My wingtip flutters against her clit, keeping pace with my thrusts, and her body begins to convulse again. Tears streak her cheeks as her cries break the air, and I roar in triumph. She gushes for me again, her juices spilling down my cock as she shakes in my arms.
She grabs her breasts, pinching her nipples as she rides the storm, and the sight shatters me.
I roar, wings snapping wide, beating until they blur into a black halo around us. I bear her back against the ceiling, fucking her there, pinned by my cock and my wings.
And I spend my gush inside her. Hard. Endless.
I spend and spend until every drop is inside her, her cunt milking me greedily, catching all of me.
So that if the Fates are kind—if at last my fortunes have turned—then this day, my kit will have taken root in her womb.