Kaitlyn
With my hands at the base of his antennae, he’s dry humping the bed, his hips circling with every thrust. Linton will absolutely not last long at this rate, so I drag him up my body and he takes advantage of my nipples as he passes.
“Do you fill with milk when you are filled with young?” he pants.
“You don’t drink milk,” I moan as his lips pluck at me.
His words send another spike of pleasure through me. Another kink unlocked. Linton might be chaos, but he has a way of getting under my skin in all sorts of delightful ways.
Linton fixes me with a gaze which is pure wickedness, causing my core to pulse. He stands, shedding his trousers, and the absolute monster juts out proudly from the fur covering his lower half.
I see the claspers, which are currently clamped around the base of his cock as I take hold of the thing and give it an exploratory stroke.
Linton moans, the room filling with his deep voice as he calls my name.
“Kaitlyn.”
“Is that good?” I ask, repeating the action.
His cock weeps with pre-cum. It runs down my arm and drips onto the floor.
“I need to be within you, my mate,” he says, rocking into my grip, his eyes half closed with pleasure. “I need to feed on you while I plunder you.”
“Feed?”
“Kaitlyn.” His eyes are open and fixed on me. “Will you do me the honour of letting me feed from you while I put my spicket inside? Let me claim you under the full moon as a Bluecap does with his mate?” He pants as if the entire sentence has been the equivalent of running a marathon.
Then he pulls on a cord attached to one of the posts of the huge bed, and the cover overhead rolls back, revealing an opening in the roof, through which moonlight floods.
As it hits Linton, he opens his wings, temporarily blocking me from the light, but it causes a glow around him which is most beautiful, most ethereal. At the same time, it is as if he’s getting bigger, more solid, more…Linton.
My protector, my chaos mothman, my…mate.
“Yes,” I breathe. “You can do what you want to me.”
He gently pushes me up the bed, sliding himself between my thighs, seating himself with his cock notched at my entrance.
“My mate, my Kaitlyn…” Linton takes my wrist, licking over my skin and sending heat skittering over my skin. “May I bite you where I please?”
The fact he’s asking for permission is the biggest turn on. I arch my back, driving myself down onto his cock, and he roars my name.
“Anywhere,” I gasp. The stretch of him is incredible. Surely he can’t be bigger than last time.
Linton’s mouth clamps onto my neck, halfway between my shoulder and my ear.
There’s no pain, only a complete and utter bliss as he withdraws his cock and then thrusts all the way back in.
I can feel his achingly slow pulls as he takes in my blood.
With each mouthful, he thumps against me, his huge cock stretching me wider and wider, one hand on my buttock, holding me close, the other in my hair as if he never wants to let me go.
I am entirely at the mercy of my mothman.
I am entirely his, my body, my soul as he circles his hips and drives deeper than ever.
I wrap my hands around the base of his antennae, and he groans against my skin.
The moonlight bathes us both in its eerie hue, and Linton sucks one last drop from me before his lips are on mine.
I taste a little metallic, a little salt as his touch tips me into oblivion.
My channel clamps down on him, making him groan.
I pulse uncontrollably, covering him as he continues to thrust faster and faster until, with a deep, guttural groan, I feel him come.
Hot, copious, and with a pinch and a tug, he is clamped within me.
“My mate, I am filling you,” Linton rasps. “I am breeding you.”
His hips are still working, but I go with him with every irregular thrust. His eyes are burning, burning, burning as he continues to empty himself. And I can feel the most tremendous stretch inside. I look down to see my stomach swelling.
“Linton?”
“You are taking my seed. You are taking all of it, sweet mate,” he croons, a hand cradling my stomach and making me convulse once again.
As I do, I feel a fresh rush from him, hot and lava-like as he spills still further directly into my womb.
None of this should be possible, but this is the Yeavering. If Linton needs to rearrange me in order to get me pregnant, then he will.
“Such a good little breeder,” he sighs, lips brushing over mine. “I want to always breed with you, my Kaitlyn. I want you always ripe and filled.”
“You do?”
“I want so many young.” He nuzzles at my neck, his tongue lapping over the tender spot where he bit me. “You took my claim, we mated under the full moon, and our future is set.”
I put my hand on his cheek. His skin glitters under the moonlight. I think his eyes are the clearest I’ve ever seen them.
“Linton, is it wrong if I love you?” I ask. “It’s been no time at all.”
He leans into my touch.
“I loved you the moment I saw you arrive in the Yeavering. I don’t think it’s wrong at all.”