Chapter 13
Gillam
Fergus had turned me into an animal just like he’d promised.
Aside from food and water, I needed fucking, and nothing else.
I didn’t care where Fergus had brought me, as long as he was here with me, making me come.
My hole loose and wet, my chest dripping with clear milk, my shaft almost always hard, I lived for my mate’s knot and cum.
In the morning, he spooned my body and took me from behind.
The heat made me so soft and open he easily slid his cock into me to the root.
Holding me in place with his strong hand over my underbelly, he circled his hips.
He growled into my ear, sending shivers through me.
His fat cockhead rubbed a spot in my center, prodding and pressing into it, and I whimpered from the confusing blend of satisfaction and need.
He thrust into the place, and I peaked instantly, crying out. Slick oozed out of me, lover’s milk trickled from my nipples, and I shook like a leaf.
The climax didn’t abate, but kept rising, my insides spasming and fluttering, my nipples squirting milk, and my cock jerking, spitting pearls of cum onto the linen. Fergus was so deep in me, it felt like his cock took more space in my stomach than my own organs.
My entire being caught fire. Colors exploded in my mind, waves upon waves of ecstasy washed over me, and the most delicious warmth bloomed around my womb and heart.
And still the sensations grew, the flurries and sparks turning into a storm.
My hole pulsated around Fergus’s huge cock, sucked on it even, my inner muscles stronger than ever, pulling him deeper into me, just as my arms and legs grew entirely limp.
My eyes rolled into my head. My body was determined to be bred again—it needed, craved—and I could only lie there, take all the joy, and hope it wouldn’t drive me to insanity.
“I love you, love you, my treasure…” Fergus clutched me to him as his cock grew inside me, his knot stretching me out. My hips must have loosened with the heat because when he knotted me, I couldn’t move my legs. There was so much of him in me… and I adored the fullness.
I slumped with relief as Fergus’s cock twitched and jerked. I was impaled completely, the knot keeping Fergus in place, his cockhead in the mouth to my womb, his cum flowing into me. It felt cool, soothing and calming, like a cure for every pain.
For a long while, we lay entirely still, breathing together.
“Dragon mates are the healthiest fathers, darling,” he said. “You don’t have to fear anything. The magic will keep you safe. I’ll keep you safe and make you happy.”
“I am happy.” The soft mumble was all I could manage. Fergus’s knot, his warmth surrounding me, his cum in my womb… I’d never need anything else in my life. His seed alone could sustain me.
“And I’ll make you happier still.”
Fergus rocked our joined bodies, his cockhead prodded inside my cum-filled core, and my womb seemed to spasm in response.
My stomach tensed, my inner muscles trying to hold his swollen cock in place.
Oh lord, he couldn’t possibly fuck me like this!
Or could he? Holding me open by a firm grip on my leg, Fergus moved his massive knot back and forth.
Ever so slowly, he prolonged his thrusts, stretching my rim on every retreat.
Could he stretch me out enough to pull the knot out and shove it back in?
The idea ignited new flames of desire in my gut.
Each thrust got longer, my muscles getting more pliant.
I felt my rim loosen around the incredible girth of his knot.
The bulge must have been bigger than his fist. He kept whispering into my ear, and I kept whimpering, locked in an endless orgasm.
“When you’re pregnant, I’ll fuck you every day.
You’ll sleep with my dick in you every night until your hips widen.
I’ll stretch your hole, open you up with my cock and fist, and when the day comes and you go into labor, you’ll feel no pain.
Dragon mates never do. I’ll make love to you until the very last moment, keeping the pain away, and when you give birth to our son, pushing him out of your perfect body, you’ll scream with ecstasy.
I’ll take care of you both, we’ll raise him together, and I’ll teach him how to fly.
And in two years, I’ll knock you up again.
I’ll keep you happy, my little mate, your hole soft and slick, your chest dripping with milk, your belly round, your ripe womb always full… ”
He knew what to say. My heated brain fell in love with that future. I wanted it. Getting fucked and knotted every day. A big belly and full chest, my hole stretched and wet, stained, my womb full of his seed and progeny…
I was sobbing, pleading senselessly, and he kept moving, his thrusts thorough and steady, push and pull, stretch and stretch. It should have been impossible, but we weren’t human. He was a dragon, and I was a dragon’s mate. My body was created to satisfy a monster.
On the next thrust, he pulled the knot out of me all the way.
I arched in his arms, screaming. My body gaped open, raw flesh exposed, as if he’d turned me inside out.
When he thrust back into me to the hilt, shoving the knot past my rim and the crown of his cock into my womb, I might have died from ecstasy.
Then he did it all over again.
Wild roars rumbled from his chest. He bit my neck, drawing blood and sucking on the wound. He fucked me with the knot, pulling out and pushing back in, stirring the organs in my stomach and all but gutting me. Everything below my heart was just a squelching, cavernous hole.
And I was still coming.
Barely conscious, I squeezed my shaft in both hands. Fergus forced the knot through the meager resistance of my rim one last time and stayed in me. He milked my chest and licked his fingers while he gently pumped his hips.
“There. Take it all, my love. Everything.”
More cum. And more. I was so full. More. I must have been swollen on the inside. The pressure in my womb… was that his cock or all the seed? My own bruised tissue? All of it.
“Feel that?”
Guiding my hand, he urged me trace the curve of my stomach.
“You look pregnant already.”
My underbelly was grotesquely big. How much cum had he pumped into me? Not enough.
His tender fucking got slower until he stilled, and I couldn’t move a single muscle. I was so fucked out, so sated, I couldn’t do more than breathe.
The heat turned me into a sensual creature without a single worry on its mind, without any reason or restraint. But it didn’t matter because the dragon protected me.
When I was awake, I liked to kiss Fergus’s cock or suckle on the ridged head.
He let me do it until his shaft leaked precum, and I eagerly licked it.
I could rest against his massive chest and finger myself, stroke my half-hard cock, caress my rounded belly, or play with my nipples for hours on end.
They tingled when I squeezed the tips. Unselfconscious, I tugged on them and massaged the bloated flesh.
When small drops of lover’s milk escaped I licked them off my fingers.
If Fergus woke up and noticed what I was doing, I didn’t even blush.
He like to watch as I milked myself, fire in his darkening eyes, until he batted my hands away. Drinking my milk, he often teased another heat wave out of me. Sometimes, he made me straddle his hips and sit on his cock so I could fuck myself while he sucked and bit my nipples.
I was drowning in ecstasy for six days. Heavenly passion, raw, violent fucking, and tender lovemaking. I adored it all.
By the end of my heat, I wasn’t my own person anymore.
I existed for Fergus. My opening was so stretched out, he could put his fist inside me even between heat waves.
I liked the generous curve of my underbelly and the full, heavy sensation in my womb.
I’d lost count of how many times he’d bred me, but I’d happily live like this until the end of time.
My head was empty aside from constant lust. I was a hole for his knot and nothing more. A vessel for his cum, like he said.
Groaning from deep within, I took his knot one last time, his amazing cockhead burrowing into my very core.
Straddling his hips, I rocked on his knot and milked my chest, watching the clear nectar drip down to my stomach.
My nipples were dark and drawn out from nursing my lover, and I liked them.
I hoped they’d remain like this, big and crude.
Then Fergus flipped me onto my back and fucked me with the knot, in and out all the way, until I fainted.