Chapter 12
Fergus
When the knot went down, the dragon was finally satisfied, letting me shift into my human form fully.
I pulled my soft cock out of my mate, but he still clung to me in his sleep.
He’d need water and sustenance. I carried him over the sandbank, along the creek and through the small garden.
Luckily, the house wasn’t far. I pushed the door open—I never bothered locking it.
The fishermen living in the villages on the other side of the island knew me as a liberal landlord and would never steal from me.
I laid Gillam onto the bed and slipped out into the garden. The apples were green and bitter, but the strawberries and cherries had ripened already. Together with some oats and cheese from the pantry, they would make a good enough meal.
Gillam was so weak I had to feed him again. But his cheeks were pink, and when he blinked up at me drowsily, a smile curved his swollen lips. He kept touching his belly, so I placed my hand over his, stroking where my cum was now enclosed in his womb. His contented smile brightened even more.
After he’d eaten and slept for a few more hours, he woke up in my arms, squirming.
Fucking him with my fingers, I sucked on his nipples, drinking my fill of his milk.
He held my head to his chest, moaning, until another heat wave made him beg for my knot.
I flipped him onto his knees and took him like that.
His body was already open, and I slid all the way inside him, past the small gate guarding his womb.
When I bred him, he got feverish, holding his belly and pushing to meet my thrusts.
“Fergus, I feel your cum. Fill me with it. Breed me.”
“You’re already knocked up, darling. I’ll just keep adding more.”
His sounds became wild grunts and wails. My knot tingled and my balls almost hurt from the excess of pleasure. Ever so slowly, the peak abated, and I brought my mate onto the bed with me. We were locked in breeding, my knot and cum filling every nook inside him.
“If this is how a breeding goes, I’ll give you seven sons at least,” he murmured.
I chuckled into his hair.