Chapter 12 Mating and Procreation #2
A door banged somewhere in the house, and I jerked. I let go of myself and looked down in alarm. My cock tented my sweats, a wet spot growing at the tip. My T-shirt was stained with lover’s milk, transparent over my nipples.
Footsteps came closer, and I looked up.
Davidson stared down at me, his eyes lighting up. Then he noticed the book.
I swallowed.
He gazed at me for a few more seconds, and I sat there unmoving, my body quivering with arousal and shame and fear. Ah, sweet shame. My chest throbbed, and I felt drops of liquid leak out from my tingling nipples.
“Strip,” he ordered, and I spurred into action as if electrocuted.
The wet fabric dragging over my nipples made me whimper. Then I lifted my hips off the sofa and shoved down my sweats, my cock bobbing. In seconds, I was naked.
Davidson knelt and lifted my legs, tugging on me until my ass hung off the edge of the sofa. He held me spread out with a firm grip on my left thigh.
“Cup your chest.” I did as I was told, lifting the swollen parts of my pecs up so my wet nipples stuck up.
He undid his fly and pulled out his hard dick.
His gaze pinned on my nipples, he eased into me, slowly but determinedly, until he hit resistance deep in my gut.
The slide of those ridges through the sensitive tissue in my hole felt absolutely perfect.
He adjusted his grip on my legs, all but folding me in half.
“What were you reading about?” he asked and thrust.
Instead of answering, I cried out, pleasure flaring from my center.
“What were you reading about, Leo?”
Another thrust. Fuck.
“Pregnancy,” I muttered before he knocked another guttural cry out of me.
“And that turned you on?”
I nodded. No point in lying.
“Did you touch yourself?”
Another nod.
“You’re so wet. My horny fuckhole. Squeeze your tits. That’s it.”
He sped up, drilling into me, making speech impossible. I held my pecs squeezed tight, my nipples quivering in time with his thrusts. Then he slowed down again, and my inner muscles accepted him to the hilt. The mix of relief with a twinge of pain felt just right.
“What made you hot?” he demanded.
“Round stomach.” Thrust. “The milk.” Thrust. Thrust. “Fucking while in labor.”
“Yeah? You’d like that?”
Oh God. I was about to come already. “Uh-huh.”
“You’ll scream, my little omega. It’ll hurt, but I’ll fuck it all better. You want to be big and bloated and push while I fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“I’ll knock you up, Leo.” He drove into me with even more power. “Don’t worry. We’ll do all of that. I’ll fuck you in every way. You’ll be fat and full of me for the rest of your life. My cum. My babies. Your nipples dripping with milk.”
The orgasm all but ripped me apart.
Adjusting his grip on my hips, Davidson held my lower body in the air, keeping me impaled while bending over me.
He leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
He couldn’t penetrate me to the hilt and suck my pec at the same time, but even so, the pumping fullness inside me together with the suction on my nipple got overwhelming within seconds.
I might have disintegrated.
Delirious, I let the fantasies flow. His cock lodged in my core, my womb sucking on it. His cum in my womb. A fat, huge belly, stained with white milk and cum. Giving birth, screaming in ecstasy, while he held me open.
I tried pushing with my ass and clenching on Davidson’s cock, imagining how contractions might feel, painful but not really—I’d squeeze his cock so hard it would make us both come. Davidson groaned, letting go of my nipple with a loud pop. He slammed into me, and I yelled.
“Again!” he spat, his lips curled in a snarl.
Grunting, I clenched as hard as I could. He snapped his hips, making me lose control over my muscles, and drove his cock impossibly deep.
“Clench.”
I panted. I could barely feel my legs. He was too deep.
“Squeeze me with your ass, omega. C’mon.”
On a garbled moan, I did my best to clench around the massive invasion in my gut.
“Aaah, yeah. Good boy. Again. Work for it.”
This time, I groaned and whined, but oh God, when I relaxed my muscles again, the fullness felt even better.
“One more time. Let me hear you.”
I obeyed, grunting, my face hot. Fucking hell, he was huge.
“You’re perfect, Leo. Such a tight ass. You deserve a reward, my mate.”
He changed the angle, and suddenly his cockhead dragged over the best spot with the best pressure.
I was coming again. Or coming still, but harder. Much harder.
“That’s a good boy. Coming so beautifully. So pretty. A little more.”
My hands and feet tingled from too much gasping, but Davidson was relentless, fucking into the bull’s eye at the exactly right tempo, like a machine.
By the time he stilled inside me and doused my insides with fresh seed, I was liquefied from the chain of orgasms.
He picked me up and walked through the house with me impaled on his dick. Overstimulated, I whimpered, holding on for dear life. In the upstairs bathroom, he lowered me onto the floor. I was unable to stand, crumbling to my knees. It felt appropriate.
“Now clean my dick, my little fuckhole.”
The order delivered in his gravelly bass… Oh yes.
High on sex, with my hands hanging by my sides, I licked his cock, slurping up all the cum and slick.
He didn’t have any pubic hair even though his chest held a smattering of gray hairs and his legs were quite hairy.
Maybe it was a dragon thing? All the alphas I’d been with were hairy, aside from Fabio who waxed everywhere probably because he thought it made his dick look bigger.
Well, he had nothing on my alpha. I pulled in deep breaths, pushing the thoughts of my ex into the very back of my mind.
I was with Davidson now, and I was beginning to think smacking into him might have been the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I licked and sucked for ages until all I could taste was his skin and my own saliva. Then I closed my eyes and suckled on the very tip. I’d do that until he told me to stop.
I’d pleased him, and that was even more satisfying than all those orgasms. Clenching my hole, I focused on the slickness inside me, knowing most of it was his seed. The mouth to my womb must be covered with it. Some of it was trickling down my taint and to my balls. My Master’s pleasure.
“You’re such a good omega, my darling. So horny and sweet. You like it when I fuck you hard?”
He sounded happy with me, and in turn, I was fucking elated.
I let go of his cock so I could answer but stayed close enough for my wet lips to touch his crown. “Yes, Master. I crave it hard.”
“And you like licking my dick?”
“Yes. I love how you taste and smell, and I’m in love with your cock. I’m so grateful you allow me to kneel by your feet and serve you.”
It was all true. Obeying and pleasing him was so easy.
Natural. To prove my point, I licked his slit one more time.
I placed small, open-mouthed kisses all around the head and along the sides while he stared down at me, a small smile playing around his lips.
This time, it wasn’t a game. For once, I had no other motive beyond being good for my Master.
And the realization made my heart swell with pride.
For Davidson, I could be good for real. I’d hoped he’d change me, and it was already happening. I was a better person because of him.
I suckled on his cockhead and closed my eyes. My knees ached a little, but I welcomed the discomfort.
Davidson fisted his half-hard shaft and slapped my cheek with it. “Look at me and suck it.”
With a fresh surge of lust, I held his gaze and mouthed the tip of his cock.
Then I sucked him into my throat as deep as I could.
Since he wasn’t fully hard just then, I could go deeper than ever before.
Angling my neck for better access, I swallowed around him.
I felt him harden and gagged, trying to hold my position.
Oh yeah. Fuck, he was big. I tried to swallow again but couldn’t.
“That’s enough,” he said sharply. I loved that. The firm commands for me to do something, then to stop, worked like a balm on my soul. Relaxing my jaw, I retreated and gasped for breath.
His dick left an achy sensation in my throat. He cupped my jaw and pulled me up with a firm hold on my upper arm. Then he claimed my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
“Are you sated, my darling?”
“Yes, Master.”
He blinked slowly, and when he reopened his eyes, they glowed with renewed fire.
“Why do you call me that when we make love?” he asked in a low voice.
I’d always enjoyed receiving orders, but it never felt satisfying to simply obey.
I used to intentionally misbehave, demand punishment, and play games.
Now I was just discovering my true self—I was submissive to the bone.
If I was put on Earth solely to obey Davidson Sullivan, that would be purpose enough for me. But I couldn’t say that.
“It turns me on and calms me down at the same time. It makes me happy to please you.”
He smiled tenderly—my answer must have satisfied him. “I’ll be your Master then, whenever you want.” He brushed my ear with his lips as he whispered the next part. “But remember that it’s you who holds the power, Leo. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
My eyes prickled with tears, but this time, I wasn’t sad or afraid. The idea that Davidson might truly be my mate, that I’d be tied to him forever, was an exciting dream coming true.