Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
ARIANA
I’m going to die. Split in half by my king’s massive knot. And, fuck if that isn’t the hottest way to go.
His knot is locked inside me, stretching my pussy beyond what should be possible. I can feel it throbbing, pulsing, still swelling. Every tiny movement sends shockwaves through my body. I’m so full I can barely breathe, my belly distended from his cum, and he’s still pumping more into me.
“Stop moving,” he growls when I try to adjust. “It just makes it worse.”
But I can’t help it. The fullness is overwhelming. His cock is so deep I swear I can feel it in my throat. His knot stretching me to the point of pain. But of course, because this is my king, my alpha, my mate, under the pain there’s still that overwhelming, desperate, clawing need for more…
“How long are we gonna be stuck like this?” I ask on a sound that’s a mix between a moan of pleasure and a whimper of pain.
“At least an hour.” His voice turns low and even sexier as he runs his snout over my temple, breathing me in, softly kissing my skin. “Maybe two with how tight you’re gripping me, little one.”
I gasp. Two hours like this. The thought instantly makes me clench around Aster, which makes him groan, his cock pulsing inside me, triggering more clenching.
It’s a wicked cycle that has us both shaking.
Kissing desperately, moaning into each other’s mouth.
His big hands squeezing my curves, my fingers digging into his thick muscles, nails scratching.
Our bodies pushing impossibly close, like we want to melt into each other.
His tail is still in my ass, slowly thrusting in and out. Creating a myriad of amazing sensations. Another claim. Another reminder that every part of me belongs to him now. His bite on my shoulder throbs in time with my heartbeat, blood still trickling down my skin.
“Look at you,” he rumbles, one massive hand coming up to trace the bulge in my belly. “Look at my cock through your skin. See how full of me you are. My cock, my seed, my knot. Bred on your first time.”
I look down and let out another whimper. My stomach is swollen with him. I can actually see the outline of his monstrous cock inside me, see how impossibly deep he is.
“Gonna be even bigger when you’re carrying my calves,” he rasps out, his palm running over the bulge.
The pressure makes me scream, my pussy clamping down on his knot impossibly tighter. It shouldn’t feel good. All I should feel is pain from being this stretched, this invaded. But I’m nothing but a puddle of pleasure. The pain at the edges, mixing with warm waves that make my body hum.
“Please, my king,” I whimper, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
“Please what?” His hand moves to my breast, squeezing the full flesh before pinching my nipple.
“Please fuck you more?” He playfully tilts his head to the side.
So big and handsome, he makes my heart hurt.
His amber eyes glowing, lips crooked into a wicked smirk. “Fill you more? Make you cum again?”
“Yes,” I moan. “All of that… please,” I end with a desperate moan.
His thumb finds my clit, and I jerk so hard his knot pulls painfully. But he doesn’t stop, rubbing slow circles on my swollen nub.
“So sensitive,” he says, staring into my eyes, drinking in my every reaction. “Already came twice and still desperate for more. You have such a perfect, greedy little cunt, my queen.”
His crude words make me clench again. How does he do that? How does he make me even wetter when I’m already drowning in slick and cum?
“Wanna know a secret, little one?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear. “My knot doesn’t go down until I’m empty. And with you, my mate, I might never be empty. Might stay locked in this amazing pussy forever.”
I gasp. “I’ll die.”
“No, you won’t,” he continues in a low, spellbinding tone.
“Your body was made for me.” His fingers are still stroking my clit and teasing my nipples, his lips on my skin, adding to the intoxicating buzzing coursing through me.
“Made to take my knot, hold my cum, grow my babies. You could take my knot for days and just get stronger.”
And as if to prove his point, he starts moving his hips in tiny circles. Not exactly thrusting because we’re locked too tight for that, but he’s grinding into me. The motion makes his knot drag against a spot inside me, and I start shaking like a leaf.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chant, my hands scrambling for purchase on his massive arms.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly we fit? How your pussy was made just for my cock?”
Fuck… He’s right. Despite the impossible stretch, the overwhelming fullness, we fit perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces that were always meant to connect.
His tail keeps moving in my ass in tiny thrusts that match the grinding of his hips. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I’m climbing toward another orgasm, and I don’t think I’ll survive it.
“I can’t, my king,” I weep. “It’s too much… I feel so full.”
“You can, sweet girl,” he cajoles, his thumb rolling faster on my clit. “Gonna cum on your mate’s knot like the perfect little omega you are. Milk more cum from my cock. And get bred so full you’ll be dripping for fucking days.”
His words, his touch, the grinding, the fullness…
it all combines into a perfect storm of sensations.
When my orgasm hits, I convulse so hard I lift off the furs, pushing Aster up with me.
My vision goes white. My pussy clamps down on his knot with enough force to make him roar.
Then he’s cumming too. I didn’t think it was possible for him to spill more inside me, but he does.
I can feel my belly stretching even fuller, accommodating impossible amounts of his seed.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck,” he roars, his massive body shuddering above mine. “Taking it so well… taking everything… my perfect little queen.”
I’m crying, overwhelmed with sensations, emotions, with the intensity of being claimed so thoroughly. Tears stream down my face, and he licks them away.
“Too much?” King Aster asks through heavy breaths.
“No.” I weakly shake my head, smiling up at him, running my hands over his forearms that are supporting most of his weight. “It was perfect. You’re perfect. Just… intense.”
He chuckles, the vibration traveling through his cock to my core. “It’s just the beginning, little one.” He nuzzles the side of my face. “Your heat’s gonna last for days. And I plan on keeping you knotted for all of it.”
“Can I survive that?” I’m only half joking…
He chuckles. “Each knotting makes your body stronger, more capable of taking me. By the end of your heat, you’ll be begging for my knot the moment it slips free.”
I already am, I think but don’t say it. Already addicted to the stretch, the fullness, the complete possession. Oh God…
We lay there for what feels like hours but is probably only thirty minutes. Aster tells me about his many times in the maze, and the tributes who came before me. How they all smelled wrong, felt wrong, none one them his.
“Fucking years of ruts, getting worse every season. My need to breed was getting… too much. I was starting to think I’d die from it.”
“Die?” I ask, shocked.
He nods, his gaze sobering. “Minotaur kings need their mates, little one.” He pulls me tighter into his chest, squeezing my body.
As if to reassure himself that he’s found me.
That I’m here. All his. At last. “Without them, our ruts get more violent, more desperate, until we eventually completely lose ourselves to the beast inside us.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, holding my gaze.
“My father almost didn’t find my mother in time. ”
I smile because, like everyone in the kingdom, I know the story of King Tauros and Queen Dana. “But he did.”
Aster nods. “Six years into his reign.” He gazes at me fondly, and my heart melts.
“She was a blacksmith’s daughter.” My grin widens at his retelling of the romance that every girl at the same time dreams of and fears.
“The moment she entered the maze, he knew. Just like I knew with you.” Our smiles melt into one another when we kiss.
His knot is finally starting to soften, shrinking enough that I can feel his seed leak out. The relief and sense of loss hit me simultaneously.
“I don’t want you to pull out,” I admit, embarrassed.
“Have to, little one.” He kisses my forehead. “But not for long.” He continues to withdraw slowly, and the feel of his cock dragging out of my stretched pussy makes me whimper. “We need to feed you and get you water. You’ll need your strength up for the next round.” He winks, making me giggle.
When his knot finally pops free, the rush of cum that follows is… obscene. It pours out of me in a rush, soaking the furs under us. I feel empty, gaping, wrong without him filling me.
“Look at you,” he rumbles reverently, spreading my legs wider to watch his cum leak from me. “Bred so full it’s pouring out.”
He scoops some of his cream with two fingers and pushes it back inside me. I’m so sensitive I nearly come just from that.
“Can’t waste it,” he whispers, finger-fucking himself back inside me. “Need every drop inside my mate’s womb. We need to make sure you’re properly bred.”
Our breathing picks up.
“Pretty sure I’m already pregnant,” I gasp. “I could feel you in my cervix, my king.”
“Not taking any chances.” He’s licking, sucking, and biting my lips, his huge tongue hungrily invading my mouth. “Gonna fill you so many times, there’s no chance you leave here without our calves growing inside you.”
Then he keeps pumping his thick fingers in and out of me, kissing me, rubbing my clit, until I shatter again.
I lie there, wrecked all over, still trembling from my orgasm, watching Aster reach for a water jug.
He gently props my head up to help me drink, then he feeds me pieces of bread and meat from a silver platter resting on a low table on our side.
I should be embarrassed about being hand-fed by my king while I’m naked and dripping his seed, but I’m too exhausted, too blissed-out to care.
“How many?” I ask him between bites.
He cocks a questioning thick, inky eyebrow.
“How many calves will we have?”
A dangerous smirk spreads on his lips, and his eyes darken with renewed hunger. “Minotaur mates usually carry twins the first time. Sometimes triplets.”
“Triplets?” I sit up abruptly, my voice squeaking.
Aster lets out a low, rumbly laugh. “Don’t worry, little one.
Your body will adapt. It’s already changing, responding to my seed.
You’ll be able to carry and birth them safely.
” He kisses the crown of my head, at the same time reaching to squeeze my breast. It feels different: fuller, more sensitive.
“See? Your body’s already preparing. By the time your heat ends, your perfect tits will be even bigger. ”
I grumble, “Everything about me will be bigger if you keep filling me that much.”
He grins wickedly. “That’s the plan, little mate. Gonna fuck you so full, so often, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”
My pussy clenches at his promise, whispered in the crook of my neck, where his bite-mark pulses.
How am I already getting aroused again? My body should be broken, exhausted.
Done. But looking into my mate’s gorgeous eyes, staring at his ruggedly handsome face, his massive body, staring at his cock already starting to harden again, all I can think is ‘more’.
“Ready for more?” he asks, reading my thoughts when he sees where my attention has drifted to.
“We can’t possibly,” I protest meekly, still spreading my thighs wider…
He chuckles. “Sweetness, your mouth says no but your cunt says yes.” He moves between my thighs, his cock fully hard again.
“Look how wet you still are. Even full of my cum, you’re fucking gushing slick.
” All amusement fades from his eyes as they turn gold and gleaming, fixed on the apex of my legs.
And he ends in a dark murmur, “still so fucking desperate to be bred.”
Oh My God, he’s right! I can feel fresh slick mixing with his cum, my pussy already clenching in anticipation.
“This time,” he says, lining himself up, “I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees. Mount you like the beast I am. Make you feel like the female in heat you are.”
Aster flips me over easily, his strength making me feel small and delicate. Things I’ve never felt next to a human male. Alpha or not. I get on my hands and knees, presenting myself instinctively. The position feels natural, right, necessary.
“Perfect,” he growls. “My perfect little omega in heat, presenting for her king.”
His words make me wetter, push my ass higher, spread my knees wider.
“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me, my king. Breed me, Aster. Use me.”
He growls, “As my queen commands.”
Then he slams into me in one brutal thrust, and I scream into the furs.
He feels even bigger from this angle, deeper.
His enormous hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he starts a punishing pace.
He’s rutting me, mounting me like a feral beast, claiming me over and over with each thrust. His heavy balls slap against my drenched slit with each stroke, adding to the overwhelming stimulation.
“Mine,” he snarls with each thrust. “Mine! Mine! Mine!”
“Yours,” I sob back. “All yours. Forever yours.”
His tail wraps around my throat, holding me in place as he rails me from behind. The combination of sensations, his cock pounding my pussy, his balls hitting my engorged folds, his tail around my neck, builds another devastating orgasm.
“Gonna knot you again, little one,” he rasps. “Fill you fuller. Breed you deeper.”
“Yes,” I scream. “I want it. Need it. Please!”
His knot grazes my entrance, and he roars, forcing it inside me with one brutal thrust. It pops inside me, then instantly swells, locking us together again.
And my whole body convulses, my pussy clamping down on him so hard he growls loud enough to echo through the entire maze.
His cum floods me, stretching my belly even more.
And I collapse, losing my grasp of reality, dissolving into nothing but pure pleasure.