Chapter 27
Katie
Iam free.
Hair whips around my face as I run stark naked through dark tunnels.
I don’t know where I’m heading, instantly lost. But I know Asterion will find me.
I’m betting on it. The idea of him chasing me down in the dark gets my blood pumping inside my veins, the adrenaline making me even wetter than he’s already managed.
I know he won’t hurt me; he’s proven as much in the tender way he cares for me every day.
My bare feet pound against the stone almost in time with my racing heart. After months of being on the run, fear following me around every corner, it is both exhilarating and cathartic choosing to run for myself. Knowing that when I am caught, I will be punished, not with pain, but with pleasure.
Asterion’s feet ring out behind me, quickly tracking me down and catching up.
A nervous giggle escapes me at knowing he is so close, instantly giving myself away.
He rounds the corner in a matter of footsteps, steam billowing from his nostrils, before lifting me off my feet.
My scream turns into a laugh as I lean in and place a kiss on his cheek.
“My mate.” He grunts.
“Yours.” I caress his cheek before he drops to his knees, flipping me onto my stomach.
The ground is warm beneath my cheek and rough against my nipples as he grabs me by the hips and lifts me, so my ass is up in the air, before swiping straight to my core with a lick of his tongue.
I moan loudly, unabashedly, in the dark while he drives his wet tongue inside me until I’m wriggling in his grasp for more.
SLAP.
His hand comes down on my ass cheek, and I let out a yelp from surprise more than pain, until his fingers spear me, relentlessly thrusting, turning the sting into pleasure and my yelp into a moan.
Now I see the appeal of a spanking, my skin tingling with anticipation.
I’m so wet I can feel it on the inside of my thighs as Asterion works a third finger inside me once more.
There’s no burn this time, arousal aiding the stretch until he adds a fourth finger, and I don’t know how I could possibly fit any more.
I’m surprised at the tenderness as he works his fingers inside me until I’m shaking, and then there’s a wetness at my asshole, his tongue rimming the puckered hole.
I can barely breathe from the sensory overwhelm, and my orgasm rocks me hard and fast. I scream as my walls clench around his fingers, and then they’re gone.
I look over my shoulder as he licks them clean, and with no time for recovery, he lines his cock up with my entrance.
I could weep when he pushes past the outer ring, filling me up with his warm, silky cock, his piercings massaging my walls as he edges himself in inch by inch. I’m so full, it takes my breath away.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit.” He grunts, clearly not completely out of his mind with lust.
Oh, hell no. “It’ll fit.”
Before he can withdraw, I push myself backwards onto him, until I’m practically sitting in his lap, his cock fully seated inside me.
I feel so ridiculously full that I need a moment to relax around him and adjust, but I have a deep sense of satisfaction when I take all of it.
He grunts in surprise, and I begin to move, testing out the limitations, slowly sliding myself up and down, groaning as his piercings rub against my G-spot.
His hands band around my hips, taking over for me when I find a good rhythm until he’s fucking me from below.
“Oh fuck,” I cry with pleasure.
He finally does what I’ve been wanting from him and loses control, slamming into me. I band an arm around the back of his neck to brace myself, while his other hand finds my clit, swirling over it with the perfect amount of pressure.
“My. Mate.” He grunts in time with his thrusts. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
I can’t say anything. I’m pretty sure his dick is in my throat at this point.
“I am going to fuck you and fill you up with my seed.” Thrust.
“I want you so full it spills out of you, running down your thighs.” Thrust.
“I want everyone to smell me on you and know exactly who you belong to.” Thrust.
“Who do you belong to?” Thrust.
“Whose mate are you?” Thrust.
“Yours!” I cry, my orgasm crashing through me at full throttle, pulsing around his length.
“Fates, your cunt grips me so tight.” He slams into me one more time and comes with a roar. I can feel the warmth of his cum fill me as his hips stutter, and then there’s suddenly a lot of pressure at my entrance.
“My knot,” Asterion grunts out, attempting to remove himself.
“No!” I yell, locking myself onto him. “I want it. I want everything.”
He kisses along my shoulder as our breathing evens out. He lies us down on our sides, his arms banded around me so we can cuddle while we wait for his knot to soften.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing my hair.
“Peachy,” I reply sleepily.
We lay there in a random dark tunnel of the labyrinth, our bodies linked, our fingers threaded with one another’s, and I’ve never felt more at peace than in this moment.
“Why do you think the Fates brought me here?” I whisper into the dark once we catch our breath.
Asterion hums. “I do not think the Fates have any reason for the things they do besides sowing chaos upon the world. They should not have been able to bring you here at all, and I have been wondering if they have set something in motion that cannot be undone. It should not have snowed that night you fell, and I can only assume the barrier that protects us is malfunctioning.”
“What does that mean, if the barrier comes down?”
“We will be exposed to the outside world once again. Tell me, do you think your world would welcome us?”
Dread fills my stomach, and I shake my head. No, the world is not ready to be face to face with mythical creatures.
“I may not know why the Fates have brought you here, but I cannot be mad for it. Living a solitary life, frozen in time, I never thought I would get a chance at having a mate. I know you do not wish to return to your home, but I hope that you will find one here with me that makes you happy.”
I cozy into him, feeling the beginnings of his knot soften and his cum leak from me as he pulls out. It’s like he can’t help himself as his fingers collect it and push it back inside me. I pull his face down to mine and kiss him. “I am home.”
The End.