Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Abel
My hands shake as I undo the buckle of my sword belt. It clatters as I prop it against the battlement. And then my fingers fumble with my buttons, impatience making me clumsy at what should be an ordinary task.
My cock bobs free. There’s so much pre-cum leaking that it has soaked the shaft and saturated my balls. I’ve got my eyes locked on her plump ass and the weeping place between where my cock is going to go.
I’ve been inside her before, right here on this battlement, two years ago.
I know how good her silken sheath will feel wrapped around my cock.
I take my cock in hand and line up, teasing both of us by pushing the head in and out.
I groan lowly. My hands are trembling where I grip her ass cheeks to hold her still.
Gods, she still struggles to take me, even after having a babe.
A filthy chuckle bubbles up. Thank the Goddess for betas and their tight pussies.
No amount of plowing will ever deliver an entirely comfortable fit for an alpha’s cock.
There is a certain uncivilized allure. Forcing something too big into a too-snug hole.
It is a challenge, one I savor as I work up to getting halfway home.
Her muffled grunts and groans, and the occasional huff when I forge deeper, bring a smile that is half gritted teeth.
My balls are tight and heavy. I’m not going to knot her this first time, that’s for sure.
I can’t fucking hold back this boiling surge of seed.
It’s no matter. I’m an alpha. It’s not like we need any downtime.
Certainly not when a breeding scent is all up in my nose—not when her pussy is clenching and fluttering over me near constantly.
“Come if you need to,” I say. “Don’t hold back, lass. I’m certainly not going to.”
Like my own words are a catalyst, I give in to the needs, shove my dick in all the way to the knot. She gasps behind the gag. And then her pussy clamps down over my length in the most arresting way, like it never wants to let me go.
My ass clenches, and I dump the first boiling batch of seed.
Then more and more. Pure filthy, ravenous bliss hits me, setting a tingle along the length of my shaft.
It’s like I step out of my body and mind, nothing left but the sensation of my seed pumping into her over and over, filling up her greedy little cunt until it leaks and drips between us.
My knot is already swelling. It’ll make it harder to work it in and out. But that’s no matter. She’ll take it anyway. It’s her own fucking fault for having a perfect pussy. And besides, the lubrication provided by my seed will help.
As the gushes peter out, a shudder ripples down my back. Little pants come from behind the gag. Her pussy still has a lock on me—I believe I have made matters worse.
“Ease up, lass, or I’ll have no choice but to take you roughly. Make no mistake, this knot is going in one way or the other.”
She grunts something behind the gag. Maybe a curse.
I can’t see her face, tipped down over the battlement as she is, but I can almost see the brat rolling her eyes.
She’s going to be doing more than cursing me soon, and then she’ll come so fucking hard she’ll forgive me. Because that’s the way it goes.
I take a few tentative thrusts, and finally her pussy releases the stranglehold on my dick.
“Ah, you loosened up nicely. Time for you to take my knot.”
There’s a definite moan this time. Aye, this little beta lass has a dark streak that’s a match for every depraved desire I possess. And doesn’t that make her perfect in every blessed way?
Time to give her the rutting that she needs.
My hands move to clamp her waist, keeping the skirts up and out of the way. And then I let loose. I slam into her, fast and deep. The rapid slaps of our flesh meeting are lusty music to my ears.
Her moans turn wild behind the gag, and fuck, do I like that sound as well.
It was fortuitous to put that gag in place.
It gives me leave to fuck her hard and deep as I bang my swelling knot against her entrance, and then push it a small way in.
And she’s just dangling there, taking it.
She’s on her tiptoes, but she’s still trying to push back to get more of me… to get me deeper.
“Impatient brat,” I mutter, even as I love her eagerness. How it spurs me on to take her harder and rougher… to begin working the knot in and out. Her tight, slippery entrance, yielding as I slide in and then pull back out, is the sweetest form of torment.
Slap, slap, slap. The wet clapping sounds pick up, and the burgeoning knot begins to slide in and out with ease. Her cries turn hoarse behind the gag. She is coming, squeezing and clamping over me constantly. And I’m right behind her, reaching the point of no return.
My knot swells. For a moment, I panic that I have left it too late and it will not go fucking in.
But I am resolved. Face contorted with determination, I grit my teeth and push.
Her wails are barely contained by the gag.
Then the knot pops in, locking us together, and that forces the head of my cock extra deep, driving it past the tight, rubbery wall of muscle.
Gods, I’m in deep, as deep as I can get—the head of my cock inside her womb.
It’s a form of tormented pain and pleasure, one that compels another climax from me.
My balls tighten, cum gushes in heady spurts.
“Ah, fuck! FUCK!” It is a rush unlike any other.
Her body thrashes underneath me. I pin her to the battlement.
She clamps and locks down tightly over me.
And then the milking waves begin, over and over again, encouraging me to dump more of my cum right where it needs to go to breed her.
Giving her fertile body what it desires most. Just acknowledging this makes the pleasure impossibly more.
My balls draw up, reaching for yet more cum.
Her cries of pleasure turn to whimpers as I continue to seed her womb.
That poor beta pussy is going to be sore by the time I’m done.
Her belly will be swollen and distended, where I have filled her all up.
Yet more gushes out in hot, heady spurts, weaker, and yet the pleasure is just as strong.
She fidgets.
“Keep still, lass, lest you pull the knot out. You wanted this. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
A little huff. She still twitches and fidgets occasionally, but otherwise she lies still.
My cock is still spurting. The knot locks us together.
My hands massage gently at the side of her waist. I lean down over her and slide one hand around the front of her throat where I can feel her pulse hammering.
Carefully, I tug the gag down from between her teeth and press a kiss to the side of her cheek.
“Such a good girl.”
Her next exhale is full of fake outrage, and that makes me smile.
The intimate nature of being locked together, the plateau to the pleasure, and the way my cock still spurts a gush of cum periodically, her responding twitches, and the squeeze of her inner walls as she comes—all of it brings a great swell of tenderness within me even as it stirs my possessive alpha side.
“Take it like a good girl. You wanted to be bred, didn’t you?”
Even with the gag off, she doesn’t deign to answer me.
Little brat.
There are words gathering at the back of my throat. Dangerous words. Professions of love. The knot has a way of loosening more than a lass’s tight pussy—it loosens things in a man that are better kept bound, lest they risk the game.
I swallow them down. I’ve been waiting for this day. For her to be ready for me to breed her once again.
My lips skim down the side of her throat. The urge to bite is strong. To mark, to claim. And why shouldn’t I? She’s taken my knot. She’s been bred before by me, and by the old gods and the new, I sense she has been bred again.
The mating mark cannot be undone. It is the staking of a claim, the forging of a bond.
I restrain myself—just. I kiss her throat, teasing both of us. She shivers, and her pussy squeezes over me. But my knot is softening finally. It’s time to ease out and send this poor, sore lass back home so that she might catch a little rest this night.
I trail my lips up, kiss her cheek, her temple. She sighs, a sigh full of contentment, and then emits a sleepy yawn. I smile as I ease back, grasp her waist.
“Oh, no! Not yet.”
She reaches back and grasps my wrist as if to stop me, her pussy crushing me so savagely that my eyes damn near roll back into my head.
Did I mention that betas are greedy even when they are spent?
“You need a fucking rest, lass,” I say gruffly. “You can’t take any more tonight.”
“I—”
I cut off her protest by pulling out.
Her wail is a little too loud—I should have put the gag back—and carries on the wind.
A river of cum gushes out.
“You are such a barbarian!”
I chuckle. Can’t help myself as she continues to bewail my shortcomings.
My cock is stone fucking hard, but I force it back into my pants with a wince. It’s definitely ready to go again. Even now, confident that I’ve got the job done, it is the hardest thing in the world to consider covering her and taking the temptation away.
I send a look heavenwards, draw her skirts down, and then I carefully right her and turn her around to face me.
Her tits bear a couple of scrapes where they’ve rubbed against the stone. I gently kiss them before I cover that temptation up, too. Her eyes, such a pretty warm brown, blink up at me, a little unfocused.
She emits a sleepy yawn, one she tries to hide behind her hand.
Utterly adorable.
I cup her cheeks and kiss her lips reverently. And then I turn her to the side and land a swat to her ass. “Get on off home, lass.”
She glances back over her shoulder to glare at me, and then she flounces off.
Aye, the fire is not gone, even after a good plowing.
Fucking perfect in every single way.