Chapter 11 Break
Break
Taur
The release had been a draining void that left me shuddering over her.
Now, my claiming mark sat like a raw trophy on her pretty little neck.
My chest now burned with the need to show my marked Mát off.
My balls were already full, my arousal a heavy, undeniable throb.
The effect of my seed would help her body accept the Claim.
The first time had been painful, but the next would be easier.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was helping her.
The cool night breeze had run through my furs, calming me. I delayed my return for an hour, convincing myself she needed a break. Upon returning, one look at her, and all thoughts of letting her rest vanished. I couldn’t stop myself from biting her.
The silver crescent pulsed, a scorching, undeniable link to her essence. It confirmed the physical Claim, but we both felt the intangible one now. I felt it more intensely than she did, but she would feel more with time. Along with it came an angry spike—her mind was fire and chaos.
Losing myself in her had been a raw, addictive pleasure I hadn’t known existed.
For generations, the breeding had been a ritual, for survival, our duty to our Herd.
Even now, my bulls bred the offerings I denied for pleasure.
With her, it felt more. My balls tingled with pleasure at the thought of having her again.
It had been too long since this thirst had gone unquenched; this all-consuming focus on a female filled the ever-building void I’d been suffering from.
The magic told me she was mine—her body, maybe, but her mind was defiant.
That desperate refusal should have demanded a cold punishment, but instead, it only elevated my need for her.
I wanted to rut her until she cried my name, until her cunt overflowed with my seed, and puddles covered the floor.
I needed her to break, yes, but more than that, I needed to feel her spirit yield to me. To crave me as I craved her.
She fought me on a level I hadn’t anticipated, but now craved.
That fierce mental rejection was a weakness I could not afford. For my position to be unchallenged, for the future of the Herd, I needed to force her mental submission too. Her internal rebellion was a liability.
I signaled the outer guards. The thought of the Herders’ filthy claws touching her, even if just to clean her, made me see red. I was greedy. I didn’t even want them to hear her moans. Their hooves on stone quietly disappeared. No one would see her unless I permitted it.
She needed to be utterly ruined, yes, but first, she needed to be broken in.
My cock craved her warmth, and I’d have it, but this round was not just for release.
I needed to force her to break. I needed to flood her system, drive her past defiance, and make her body ready to release the final binding fluid that would seal us.
As soon as they were out of earshot, I moved.
My steps were heavy, measured. I approached the chute as a conqueror reclaiming my spoils.
My claws found my thick length and tugged.
She watched me. Her eyes, wide and desperate, were locked on the monstrosity that strained against my belly.
I could smell the sharp, metallic tang of fear mixed with the euphoric scent of her arousal.
Her thighs, strapped open to me, were clenched tight enough to bruise the leather. A futile effort.
I placed a large hand on the iron, the cold metal a stark contrast to my hot cock. My goal was not a simple release, but the obliteration of her will.