Chapter 5
Gillam
I could have been angry and scared. A stranger took me and claimed me when I was most vulnerable.
In heat and on the run, I was at his mercy—whoever he was.
And I sensed that Fergus wasn’t a regular alpha.
He was… something other. His scent wasn’t human, nor were his eyes, and his body looked godlike, like the marble statues at my father’s palace, with chiseled muscles and impeccable features.
He was taller than any man I’d ever met.
Naked and helpless in the arms of an unknown creature, I could have been terrified. But my passion for him surpassed any fear or doubt.
Now all I felt was calm contentment, at peace with my fate.
I belonged to Fergus, meant to be his forever.
I was put on Earth for him, and an invisible bond tied me to him, so powerful, I’d die if it ever broke.
I knew him in my heart and recognized him from my dreams. He was my true mate, and with every breath I’d take, I’d love him more.
The simple truth seemed to be etched into my very bones.
He remained inside me, rocking our bodies, and the wonderful feeling lingered in my underbelly, my cock, and my hole. The need to be joined with him overshadowed everything else—just like what my tutor told me heat would feel like.
I shifted, wanting to feel his knot move.
He must have known what I needed because he began thrusting gently.
My hole was already overfull with wetness from my peaks and his seed, and all the liquid squelched and trickled out around his pumping knot.
It occurred to me that I should feel dirty and guilty.
But I wanted more. More kisses, more of his cock, more cum… more of him. Warmth spilled around my middle, and I writhed under him, the need rising even higher.
“Deeper,” I pleaded, and he indulged me, pushing the swollen knot into me harder than ever.
“You’re perfect, my little mate. I’ve waited for you for decades, but you’re worth every hour of that endless searching. You are flawless.”
“It feels good. So good inside me.”
“Of course it does. You’ve been made for my cock.”
Made for his cock… oh yes.
“Please, don’t stop! Please!”
Growling, he sped up his thrusts, and I wailed.
His cockhead kissed a spot in my very center, sending flurries of euphoria through my body and mind.
I was so grateful to him. I wanted to give him more, to offer something in return for the joy he brought me.
I wanted to give him all of myself. I could barely form words but I needed to tell him.
“I’m yours. My body… is yours. Please, hold me, take me… Need you… need to be yours…”
Was this how love felt? No wonder people have written so many poems and songs about it.
“Is this what you need, my love?”
A sting of pain accompanied the next fuck, and I arched into it, craving it.
His knot held us locked together, my rim clenched around the base, allowing just short, deep thrusts.
The needy spot in my core seemed to uncoil in anticipation.
He pushed into the bump of eager flesh, and the pressure sent me soaring through the sky.
Colors flashing behind my eyelids, my nipples throbbing in an unfamiliar way, I came, and the peak stayed with me.
Snarling like a wild beast, Fergus rose, holding me by my hips.
He pulled me onto his swollen cock with brute strength.
My limbs hanging loosely, my head lolling, he turned me into a sheath for his knot.
It was ecstasy. He shoved his cockhead into my spasming core, hitting my sealed womb over and over.
Sharp bolts of pain in my middle accompanied each fuck, and it was the most satisfying sensation on Earth.
Delirious with happiness, I sobbed my thanks.
He was carving me out, stretching and changing me on the inside, consuming me, and I yearned to be able to give him even more.
My shaft twitching, my torso covered with loads of my cum, my insides fluttered around his knot with delight, begging for more.
Each ruthless thrust brought me so much joy…
I was on fire. The pain he caused me was life itself.
“Oh god. Yes. Augh. Hurts… so good. Fer… Fergus. Hurt me. Yes. Aaah yes! Yes!”
“You’re mine, my little mate. A hole for my cock, a vessel for my cum. I’ll fuck you every day. Breed your virgin body. Over. And over.”
A heartbeat later, he was spilling into me anew, holding me impaled so it ached just right. I was in love with the sweet pain.
When he lowered our joined bodies back onto the soft bed, I sighed with contentment, unable to recall any of the fears that had brought me to this place, into this man’s arms.
Sated to the marrow of my bones, bruised on the inside, full of Fergus and his essence, I was ready to give up anything and everything. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in this man’s arms, with his dick in me.
Much later, when his knot receded and he pulled out of me, I whined as my hole quivered. His cum trickled out of me, smearing between my ass cheeks…
“Shh. Rest.”
“But I’m… stained…”
“Yes. And I want you to stay like that. Smelling of me, fucked out and dripping with my cum.”
I couldn’t respond to that. I liked it. It should have horrified me how much I liked it. What he’d said, calling me his hole… I loved it. I wanted to be just that. A hole, open for him whenever he pleased, always eager to be filled and stretched.
“I’m going to love you until we die, Gillam. You’re safe,” he whispered into my ear. He cupped my chest, gently kneading, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
My mate held me in his lap while pressure grew in my hole and core. He kissed me while he made love to me. His gentle hand caressed my chest and stomach, and I looked down its path.
Thick milk streamed from my nipples, white rivulets over the curved mounds of my chest and belly.
My stomach was big and round, and Fergus smeared it with milk and cum while he fucked me tenderly.
My surprise faded as soon as it came, and I smiled.
In my mate’s arms, full of his cock and seed, his baby growing in my belly, and milk dripping from my chest, I’d fulfilled my purpose. All was well.
“You’ll give birth tomorrow, my love.”
I woke up with my hand just under my belly button, my stomach a soft swell filling my palm. I wasn’t pregnant—that had been a dream. Of course I’d dreamed of being bred when I was in heat.
Careful not to wake him, I kissed Fergus’s cheek, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. Then I stepped onto the balcony and squinted into the rising sun, taking in the beautiful morning. We were high above the ground, higher than the treetops of the surrounding forest.
I looked around the balcony… and froze.