Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ARIANA
Aster’s knot finally softens after what feels like hours, and when he pulls out, I whimper at the loss. A mix of slick and cum leaking out of me, adding to the mess already coating the furs.
“On your back,” my king commands, and I obey immediately.
He looms over me, his cock already hard. How is that even possible? He came three times already this morning and shows no signs of slowing down.
He moves up my body, straddling my chest. His massive shaft resting between my breasts, the thick head reaching my chin. “Push your tits together.”
I cup my breasts, squishing them around his length. I’m still soaked from from earlier which makes my skin sticky, adding friction as he starts to thrust.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re perfect… and these will to be even bigger when you’re nursing our calves.” He’s pinching my nipples between each thumb and forefinger, pulling on them as he slides through my heavy globes.
The thought of nursing his babies makes my heart beat faster. This is insane. Yesterday I was a virgin, and now I’m fantasizing about becoming a mother and breastfeeding.
“Open your mouth,” he orders through a grunt.
I open wide, and he adjusts his angle so the tip of his cock slides into my mouth with each thrust. I can taste myself on him… my slick mixed with his cum… it’s filthy and fucking perfect.
“That’s it,” Aster praises. “My gorgeous queen, letting me fuck her perfect tits.”
His precum is dripping all over my skin, making the slide even slicker. So hot… I’m moaning, sticking my tongue out to catch as much as I can. I squeeze my breasts tighter to create more pressure, and he snarls in approval. His thrusts getting faster.
“The fuller your womb gets with my cum, the bigger your tits will grow. Your body is preparing to feed our young. By tomorrow, you won’t be able to fit them in your hands.”
The thought of my body changing that quickly should terrify me. Instead, it makes me even more gone for him.
“Suck,” he grunts when his cock slides into my mouth again.
I seal my lips around the heavy head and suck hard, using my tongue on the underside, making his massive body shudder. Aster lets out a loud roar.
“Fucking made to worship your king’s dick.” His narrow hips snap faster, harder. “Gonna cum all over your tits… Ah! Fucking mark you again…”
He pulls back, stroking his cock fast and rough. I watch, mesmerized, as his massive hand works his shaft. The knot at the base is swollen again, red and throbbing.
“Please,” I beg, stretching my tongue out.
“Please what, mate?”
“Please, my king… need your seed,” I whimper.
He snarls, then roars as he cums. He covers me, marking every inch of skin on my chest. It pools in the hollow of my throat, runs down between my breasts.
Then he shifts down my body, spreading my thighs wide.
His thick fingers trailing through the mess on my chest, gathering it up, then pushing it into my pussy.
His blazing eyes holding me captive as he fucks his seed into me with his hand.
I gasp as two thick fingers pump his cum into me. Then he adds a third one.
“Every drop of my seed belongs inside you.”
The delicious obscenity of it makes me ripple around his fingers. My pussy is oversensitive from the constant use, but I still need more.
“Aster,” I whimper. “I want your cock.”
With one of his hands still lodged between my thighs, the other one braced above my head, he leans into me, and takes my mouth.
Deep, long, slow, wet, thoroughly. Tongue-fucking my mouth in sync with what he’s doing to my pussy.
I’m dizzy and trembling all over when he detaches our lips, resting his forehead on mine.
“My greedy little mate. Just had my knot and already begging for more.” His smile is wicked and gorgeous. His amber gaze fixed on mine as he pulls his fingers out and moves back up my body. But this time when his cock reaches my mouth, Aster doesn’t just give me the tip…
“Relax your throat,” he rasps. “Breathe through your nose.” His voice is rough, his breathing ragged.
I try to relax as he pushes deeper. But when his cockhead hits the back of my throat, I gag, tears rolling down my face.
“Shhh,” my king soothes, wiping my cheeks.
His eyes are ravenous, glued to the spectacle I must be offering.
Naked, covered in us, writhing and shaking for him, struggling to take him, but fucking loving it.
He feels so good… stretching my mouth beyond pain, into a world of dark pleasure.
And the taste of him on my tongue… I’ll never get enough of this alpha. My alpha.
When Aster pushes deeper, I focus on breathing and relaxing my throat, on the pride shining in his eyes as I take more of him.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, slowly circling his hips to give me more. “My perfect little queen, learning to swallow her king’s cock.”
We work at it; him pushing a little deeper each time; me learning to control my gag reflex. It’s hard, messy, and my jaw aches, but the deep, rumbling groans he lets out are everything.
His hand guides mine to his balls. “Feel here.” He presses my fingers to a spot just behind his balls. “This is what makes me produce more seed for your womb.”
I massage the spot experimentally, and his cock jerks, precum dripping from the tip.
“Harder,” he instructs through a feral growl. “Milk your king at the source.”
I massage him more firmly, more delicious precum flowing and feeling my mouth. Making pleasure spread throughout my body.
Then King Aster lifts me, flipping me around. And I whine at the loss of him.
“Get on your hands and knees, mate,” he gravels.
I scramble to hold the pose, presenting myself.
Then he’s pushing inside me, making me feel every inch.
I’m so wet and used by now, he slides in easily despite his monstrous size.
It’s like my pussy’s welcoming him home.
He starts thrusting, deep and steady, and I push back to meet each stroke.
Moaning loudly, feeling the discomfort from my heat melt away, like every time he’s inside me.
I gasp as hi space picks up. And he growls, fucking me harder.
“I’ll fill this cunt so full you’ll be leaking for fucking days… Show everyone you fucking belong to your Minotaur King.”
His hips snap mercilessly into me, skin slapping, wet sounds filling the space, the air drenched with our heightened scents, and the heavy smell of days of frenzied sex.
“Yes!” I scream.
His tail wraps around my waist, pulling me back on his cock with each thrust. The extra force means he’s hitting my cervix, and it should hurt like hell, but it just feels like he’s exactly where he belongs.
“Play with yourself, mate,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock when I knot you.”
My hand flies to my clit, rubbing desperate circles. The combination of his pounding into me and my fingers has me climbing fast.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Come for your king. Show me how much you love being bred.”
His words push me over, and I convulse, my pussy clamping down on his shaft. Aster roars, slamming into me, his knot pops inside, locking us together as he floods me with another massive load.
“Mine!” he snarls, draping his massive body over my back. “My mate, my queen, my perfect breeding omega.”
“Yours, Alpha,” I agree, still shaking from my orgasm. “All yours.”
We stay locked together, his weight pressing me into the furs. I can feel him filling me, adding to what’s already inside my body. My belly is so swollen I look months pregnant.
“How much more?” I ask, panting.
“Until you can’t take anymore.”
I clench around his knot, and whisper, “I love you.” The words slipping out before I can stop them.
Because that’s all I’m feeling in this moment. So much love for my mate. My alpha. The male who’s taken care of me through my heat. Pleasured me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Claimed me… Our bond pulses at my neck, through his mark.
King Aster goes still above me, his grip tight on my hips, throbbing inside me. Then he leans to nuzzle my neck. “I love you too, my queen.”