Chapter 29
Heat
Lawrie
Ernest had outdone himself again. The cabin had one big room with an open fireplace, a king-size bed, and a sectional sofa, plus a kitchenette with basic amenities.
The floor-to-ceiling window in the main room overlooked the lake.
We sat there in the morning, drinking coffee and looking at the fluffy clouds mirrored in the perfectly blank water surface.
The wooden pier looked built for diving and swimming, but Ernest said the water was below fifty degrees in May, and I wasn’t keen on ice bathing this close to my heat.
Despite what the doctor had said about extra intensity, I thought the heat would come with some forewarning. My first heat had begun with a mild ache in my lower back that had lasted for two days before the first heat wave came.
This time, it started off quick. Way too quick. I was bending down to add a log to the fire. The next second, I lay on the floor, clutching my middle with both hands, gasping for air.
My hole flooded with slick, my underbelly cramped up, and I had an unbearable urge to rip my clothes off—everything itched like hell. Most overwhelming of all was the imperative to be close to my mate right the hell now.
“Ernest!”
He was loading the dishwasher with his back to me. At the panicked tone of my voice, he came running.
“What is it? Are you hurt?”
And then he inhaled.
“Oh.”
I gazed up at him helplessly as alarm and excitement battled in his features.
“A little help?” I forced out.
“Yes. Of course.”
He spurred into action, hoisting me up, and carried me to the big bed on the other side of the room. His touch calmed me down immediately—my body knew he’d take care of me, and the painful need changed into exhilarating lust. He dragged my sweats down my legs while I struggled out of my shirt.
It should have been more meaningful than normal sex, right? Except I wanted him so much, I had no interest in foreplay. Not even pausing for a kiss. As soon as I was naked, I grabbed my legs and folded myself in half, showing Ernest my hole without preamble.
“Fuck, Lawrie.”
Still shrugging out of his own clothes, Ernest latched on to my opening with his mouth. He sucked while licking into me, and I gave out an inhuman wail.
“Oh please, Ernest. Please. Like that. Yes! Oh God…” The heat had obviously removed any filter I might have had before. Interesting. “Suck my ass, suck it. Fuck yes. More. Augh!”
He hummed and growled, slurping up the liquid I was leaking. His wiggling tongue felt incredible, but soon, it wasn’t enough. My body was wide open, the inner walls of my hole aching for friction.
“You taste like a fucking drug, Lawrie. My knot hurts already.”
Ernest rose above me, kneeling on the bed, and gazed down at me possessively.
“What a pretty gape,” he said under his breath and circled my rim with a fingertip.
Oh hell, how open was I really?
He dipped his finger into me and circled again, slowly, leaving a wet trail on the oversensitive skin. My hole had become a fucking crater. I whined pathetically.
“Big fucking gape. You’re ready for a dragon knot, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me. Please, Ernest. Don’t wait. Please…”
Thankfully, he listened.
His cock slid into me like a knife into butter, throbbing and huge and hard and perfect…
The heated tissue in me was so sensitive I could have counted those ridges on his dick.
I gave out an undignified sob when Ernest’s bulging cockhead nestled deep in me, sending electric currents through my torso.
“I won’t last, my love. I’ll knot you, and then I’ll fuck you with the knot, okay?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.
All the demons in hell!
I was so incredibly sensitive the friction sent me straight into paradise.
I came on the third thrust. My cock sprayed my torso with seed, and my hole clenched on Ernest’s erection, making lewd squelching sounds.
I’d never been so wet in my life. My inner thighs and crease were all slippery with everything I was leaking.
Ernest prolonged his thrusts, fucking me harder, and I came again.
He pushed into me, and I thought I saw his skin glimmer. Curling his lip and licking his teeth, he looked as if he was about to shift, but then he gripped my hips, pulling me onto his cock. It pulsated in me, the crown poking at my womb, and I shrieked from the overload of sensations.
Then the knot began to swell.
Oh shit.
Holy freaking insanity.
That was unreal.
Ernest held me tight. Otherwise, I might have wiggled away in panic.
Ernest’s knot grew and grew, stretching me on the inside, my rim clamped tight around the base, my abdomen overstuffed already. Were my hips widening?
“You can take it, Lawrie. Breathe.”
Oh fuck. More. The pressure. Fucking monster!
“Breathe!”
I did. In and out.
And Ernest rocked his hips.
The small movement pressed the humungous knot deeper into me, and I saw stars. My back arched off the bed, my nipples throbbed, my cock twitched, my balls tingled all over…
He rocked again.
And again.
He slowly fucked me with his knot, his cockhead pushing at my closed womb, all my pleasure spots squashed, and I might have entered a parallel world where anatomy didn’t matter. I could get fucked with a fire hydrant and keep coming my brains out for minutes on end.
My moans turned drawn out and guttural, the climax unrelenting, only gathering power.
Ernest stared down at me with positively glowing eyes, mouth open.
“I’m still coming, sweetheart. Going to give you more cum. So much cum…”
Please, yes! I loved his cum. His swollen cock was jerking inside me, and when I thought it was over, it began pulsating anew.
It went on and on.
Ernest kept his word. He fucked me with the knot, and I lost count of my orgasms. Covered with sweat, slick, and seed, we ended up intertwined, him on top of me, kissing me deeply.
His erection still twitched from time to time, creating a delicious awareness around my womb.
The heat wave seemed to be over, but we remained tied together, and his knot brought the most satisfying feeling of fullness and belonging.
“Can you imagine how it’ll be when I breed you?”
I shook my head. I truly couldn’t.
“We’ll get locked,” he whispered. “And I’ll stay inside your womb, filling it with cum in waves.”
I didn’t regret I had the contraceptive inserted. It had been a reasonable decision. But maybe…
“Ernest. Can we…play a little?”
He frowned. He knew I had a thing for cum and breeding, so maybe I wouldn’t have to explain.
“Play?”
“You know…”
He narrowed his eyes at me, and then a slow, knowing smile spread on his face. Pulling me into his lap, he pushed with the knot, making me groan.
“I’ll knock you up, love. With the next wave, I’ll fuck you open and knock you up good. You’re so full of me. You look pregnant already.”
I might have purred.