Chapter 13 #2
“Trust me on this, Winona,” Avandair murmurs.
“I trust you,” I reply.
When I’m in Avandair’s arms, the rest of the world fades away. Envy and whispers prickle my ears but they only make me feel more confident.
Milk is dripping out of my lactating nipples, tickling my sore areolas, driving currents of pleasure into my core as the stream of liquid winds its way over my fat breast. The nobles were speechless, frozen in silence.
Without any consideration to all the people watching us, Lord Avandair pops my leaking breast into his mouth.
“Mine!” he bellows loud enough for everyone to hear. “My mate’s producing sweet cream for the baby in her belly. And for her mate to drink from her breasts.”
Filthy slurping noises light up the room as Avandair suckles my milk jugs. He crushes the other breast even before he’s done emptying this one. At his dominant touch, my body immediately lets down milk.
He shifts his attention to the spraying teat, locking his mouth around it and swallowing every drop of sweet goodness.
My body can’t bear the rough stimulation on my raw nipples. I squeal, loud enough to make people blush. My cunt releases moisture, soaking my inner thighs, readying me to take the big knot of a horny gargoyle.
The clearing of the throat was followed by a series of coughs. Avandair’s knot is expanding and his size, no doubt, has a few gargoyle ladies very excited. That’s not all. The thick milk spilling from my tits is causing a stir.
“So white and creamy…is it even possible?” somebody comments.
“It must be magic,” another replies.
I shiver with pride at being able to drip such high-quality milk. That’s something I’m good at.
If people are envious of us, then that means we have what they all want: we have a fated bond.
I surrender to my gargoyle mate’s feral lust, allowing him to handle me as he pleases. My brain has turned into liquid. All I feel is sensation. Pure sensation.
Avandair takes minutes to savor me, wrapping his tongue around my nipple which has become long and swollen from carrying his baby and having to feed another little one soon. He loves the changes in my body. I can tell from the sheer ferocity of his licking and suckling.
The weight and pressure in my breasts vanishes.
But I know it’s not over. Avandair’s eyes are gleaming with a challenge when he raises his head from the valley of my cleavage.
“To anybody who thinks she isn’t good enough for me, let me show you how well she pleases me,” Avandair says, frustration roughening his voice.
A sickening crunch grabs me and pushes me onto the ground on all fours. My pregnant belly bulges and hangs under me, the gravity making my pussy clench. My exposed slit becomes clearly visible when he parts my folds with his rough fingers.
A chorus of whispers erupts in the ballroom. My blood heats at their shock. Knowing I’m being watched increases my pleasure. My pussy secretes more lubrication, excited to please all these people and show them just how well I take the cock of the monster who wants to breed me full of heirs.
“Open that pussy wide. Let them see the greedy cunt that I bred,” Avandair orders. I love this new kingly, dominating side of him. He has always been gentle but this animalistic, controlling part of his nature sets off fireworks in my core.
The taboo thrill of being watched by so many gargoyles has my pussy already begging to come. Excitement lights up every nerve, slicking my folds with enough moisture that it drips down to the marble floor in filthy, clear drops.
Avandair doesn’t coax my seam with fingers tonight.
He delves in deep with his cock, burying his whole length in a ruthless stroke.
Caging his cock inside my pregnant pussy.
My walls convulse around him. I close my eyes.
Even darkness is alluring and hot when I’m being stuffed and stretched by a stone cock.
It scrapes against the sensitive nerves inside my channel, inflicting me with ecstasy.
“I can’t…” I drift off when my thighs start quaking. My body will collapse. But Avandair coils an arm around my big belly and keeps my body off the floor.
“I’m going to come soon, Little Butterfly. Just a bit longer.” The clash of his teeth rings in my ears.
Avandair is not holding back tonight. He’s determined to tear my raw pussy.
His cock thrusts into me in unrelenting, fast strokes. My whole body shakes in his grip. I vibrate, my pregnant stomach rocking back and forth as he hits my womb with every deep stroke.
I’m just his toy to fuck into, his pliant cunt. His primal lust explodes into a conflagration inside my claimed womb. My orgasm unfolds, making my pussy tighter around his length.
I scream until I’m tired and I can no longer breathe. The waves of my climax pelt me again and again, his cock swelling inside my cunt to prolong my pleasure.
My breasts tingle when my pussy is splashed with irresistible gargoyle cum. The same cum that made me pregnant and swollen. I relish the sensation of it trickling over my intimate walls. My needy pussy aches to keep milking his cock for more of his sweet release.
Avandair’s hot cum collects in my channel, stoppered by his knot. He keeps coming inside me, to the point where one of the nobles gasps and declares, “They’ve got to be mates. How is this even possible otherwise?”
“As you’ve seen, here’s your proof.” Avandair tips his head up at the gargoyles gathered here.
He’s fearless, determined, and powerful beyond measure in this moment.
“Her body was made to carry my seed. My well-bred wife will be giving birth to my child soon. Does anybody have objections to our union?”
Not a single person speaks.
Looks like they have no arguments left.
“Alright, we will consider you both married now.” An old, important-looking gargoyle steps up to us. “Congratulations.”
I beam at Avandair. We’re still stuck together due to his knot. I feel his elation through his cock twitching excitedly inside me.
We have been officially married and accepted into society.