Chapter 7 #2
My nerves ignite when he suckles my empty teat roughly, demanding more milk. My body can’t fulfill his need, now but soon, I might be able to.
“My other breast, my lord,” I say, guiding his head toward my peaked nipple that’s taut with pain.
Lord Avandair latches onto my full teat, having emptied the other one. As his hard suction registers in my pussy, milk comes gushing out of my swollen breast. The sense of relief is immediate. My shoulders slump deeper into the mattress, relaxing as discomfort ebbs away from my tit.
“Grandor’s lucky. Your cream is as sweet as butter,” he remarks before continuing to suckle me with greater force.
I’m a mess at the apex of my legs. My thighs are coated in slick. My empty channel pulses for a scarp of pleasure, warm from all the stimulation my tits and clit have been receiving.
Lord Avandair’s shaft grows harder, rubbing against my wet entrance.
My channel clenches, weeping moisture, begging to feel that stone-hard rod lodged inside.
I slide my fingers along the massive girth, caressing it gently as his mouth teases my distended bud, making me leak milk into the hot, hungry mouth.
When I brush over the crown of his erect length, Lord Avandair growls. Seed spurts from his crown, mixing with the juices sticking my thighs together. Pooling in a white puddle underneath.
My belly clenches in anticipation. His erection is so hard and rough. He’s going to both break me with his girth and the perfect friction of his hard-stone cock against my smooth channel.
“Winona, you’re mesmerizing. I want to be buried in your embrace forever,” he drawls.
“My lord…no one has ever made me feel like this. It’s beyond my wildest dreams. I didn’t know it could be like this between a man and a woman.”
I’ve imagined experiencing passion like this so many times but I wrote it off as just a fantasy.
“Our bodies are compatible.” Lord Avandair presses the flat end of his tail over my clit, smothering my organ. “Your cunt was made to stretch for my knot. But I’m going to make sure you’re wet enough.”
My pussy is getting hotter and hotter with every flick of his tongue on my milky breast.
As his tail continues to coax a release out of my clit, he tests my entrance with a thick digit. I cry out at the intrusion. It’s foreign but it feels right. I know Lord Avandair would never hurt me.
“Shhh, my love,” he soothes. “Let me feel your pretty cunt.”
The tightness in my groin turns into a fist around my throat when he slides his finger all the way into my channel, knuckle-deep.
Tears gather at my eyes and streak down my cheeks as his finger curls, rubbing against a part of me that’s too sensitive.
It’s impossible to not break into tears at this kind of rapture.
I’m a virgin. It’s my first time being penetrated. My body fights through the breach, resisting his entry. Lord Avandair pulls out before thrusting his digit back in again. The sparks of friction as he scrapes through my walls lift me off the bed.
I scream because the sensation ripping through my body is so powerful.
I can’t contain it. My body is a hive of madness.
He’s filling me with excruciating pleasure.
Pouring thick wave after thick wave of gratification into my bloodstream.
I have surrendered to him, let him take control of my body.
I’m his instrument to play and he plays me like a maestro.
My cunt stretches wider when he adds a second finger, preparing to accommodate his knot.
“Your sex is so hot right now.” He kisses my breast. “It’s at the perfect temperature to get you knocked up.”
I know he’s only pleasuring me with his fingers to reduce my anxiety around the sudden change in my body.
He doesn’t need to. I already understood when he told me what was happening because of the herbs.
But I’m not going to say no to the delightful currents of pleasure that he’s doling out generously.
I moan, mindlessly swimming in the sensations that are filtering into my body from every angle.
The gargoyle’s rough mouth abuses my milky nipple, the pain carving shocks of heat through my veins.
His tongue stimulates my throbbing clit.
Rocky fingers slide in and out of my pussy, the friction of rough stone against smooth skin pushing me to the edge until I have no choice but to burst and release everything I’ve been holding inside me.
I come screaming his name loud enough to make the walls echo my voice for the rest of eternity.
“That’s my good girl,” he remarks. He wraps my hand around his cock guiding it up and down so I’m stroking his length. “Your tiny, delicate fingers are such a tease on my dick.”
I choke at how thick his cock has swollen. There’s no way he won’t split me apart when it swells further after he comes in me.
“Winona, don’t be afraid.” He gazes into my depths as his masculine organ rubs against my wet hole, preparing to enter. “I will be gentle and your body can take it.”
“Yes, my lord.” Warmth blooms in my chest at his gentleness. He wipes the sweat off my forehead.
I close my eyes and tense, imagining he’ll thrust into me in one go. But he works himself in slowly, one inch at a time.
It’s not painful at first, only new. As his girth and length inside me grow, there’s a point when it starts to sting like an open wound. His bumpy, rocky cock is bruising my walls. My maidenhood pushes him back but he drives his cock through, claiming my virginity.
He doesn’t move further, waiting for the sting to recede before he drives his cock deeper.
I scrunch my eyes, letting the pain pass through me. My breathing grows frantic, frenzied.
For moments, I am inundated by an ache that eats at my groin. Then slowly, the agony begins to recede, replaced by a blossoming warmth.
I open my eyes again, looking into the beautiful gaze of my mate. Recognizing that it’s him in me.
My pussy feels it, too, the presence of the one who was born to claim me. It pulls wider, wanting to be joined to him fully, wanting to feel his hardness in my most intimate region.
“It’s alright, Little Butterfly.” Lord Avandair caresses my hair, carefully sliding further into my wet channel. “I’ve taken your innocence now. Your body will grow accustomed to me soon.”
I have no idea how he can perfectly know when I’m hurting and when I’m not. It’s as though he can read my mind.
“Is that my womb?” I ask when I sense his swollen bulge hitting something inside me. He is unable to push deeper.
“It is,” he answers. “Your cunt is desperate to be bred, Winona. It’s clamping around me, begging for my release.”
Now that the pain is a distant memory, my walls are eagerly milking his hardness. My muscles loosen imagining how good the flood of cool spunk from him will feel in my hot, throbbing pussy.
“I want to feel it.” I release a hoarse plea. “My lord, show me how you come.”
A feral grunt rents the air. Gooseflesh rises all over my skin. Then the gargoyle unloads a wet spray of seed into my unprotected pussy, drenching my sex in his vital essence.
The ropes of his release paint my heated walls, setting off another orgasm. I peak harder than I did last time, shattering in time to my mate’s ultimate euphoria.
A mystical echo reverberates in my bones. The recognition of a sacred, intimate connection that joins us. Greater than time itself.
It heightens my rapture, blotting out the world from my mind until I’m in a dream-like space where all that exists is the pulsing reality of our union.
A subtle prick of pain returns me to reality. I gasp. Lord Avandair’s emptied all his cum inside me. My belly is slightly bloated, my womb stuffed full of his semen. His knot is swelling to keep his release warm and safe in my sex until it takes.
“It’s too big,” I complain, writhing under him. “I might break.”
“You won’t. Your body is strong and flexible,” he assures me, pinning my arms to the bed and holding me in place.
Lord Avandair’s knot expands, stretching my walls so wide I can’t believe it is even possible. I’m scared I won’t be able to live through this. But then it stops expanding and plugs up my pussy, pushing all the seed he sprayed into my womb.
He collapses over me, and our bodies finally merge together. He pulls me into a possessive hug as his knot continues to keep me full of his cum. Based on what I’ve heard from other monsters, knots can take hours to shrink enough to allow Lord Avandair to pull out of me.
Which means I can sleep cocooned in his arms for all those hours. I purr in satisfaction.
“Are you satisfied, Winona?” he inquires when I’ve had enough time to process and recover from the devastating experience that he just gave me. I don’t even have words to describe it.
It was everything at once. Heat. Pleasure. Satisfaction. Love. Some primal part of me has been touched and gratified by the intimate encounter with him.
“How did you know I needed that?” I ask.
“It’s because you’re special,” he replies. “You’re my mate. I’m connected to you, to your body, and your soul like no other.”
“Your…mate? I thought it was a myth. A legend.”
“I’m one lucky gargoyle then.” He grins, his teeth white and mischievous.
Individuals meant for one another. Magical matches written in the stars. They’re said to have perfect compatibility in mind and body, ensuring a healthy brood of offspring as well as a lifetime of mutual understanding and happiness.
I never dared to believe that I, as a human, would ever become the fated mate of a monster.
It’s unreal. Unbelievable.
But having experienced what I just did, I can’t deny it, either.
“How can you be certain that I’m your mate? I’m human.” I ask, not wishing to believe in this tale. If he is wrong, if he’s lying to me…I’ll be left heartbroken.
“Little Butterfly, the effect you had on me that day…” Lord Avandair gazes down to his fully hard cock that’s lodged inside me, forcing my attention to follow. “It was no coincidence. Your body is meant to tempt mine just like mine was created to tempt yours.”
“So does that mean you made my father the offer just so you could have me like this?”
“I waited until you were of age,” he says. “And then some more until my wife was gone from the world. The timing never seemed to be right.”
“I’m here now,” I say.
And no matter what happens, I know this is where I was always meant to be.