3. Fiona #3
“Me too.” His hands reach forward, cupping my tits, rolling my nipples around between two fingers and making me cry out with pleasure.
“I love your soft breasts, the way they’re so ripe and big, hanging like melons.
I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with our children, to watch these breasts fill up with milk for our little ones. ”
I moan, pushing my ass back, my insides on fire as Severin begins to move.
His hands sink into my hips; my viper husband pulls back and slams forward.
“Aah!” I can feel his thick cocks create an eruption of sensation in my channel, and the force of it sends me sprawling onto my elbows, my breasts swinging heavily beneath me, bouncing with every brutal thrust. He does it again, my walls rippling around him as he withdraws and slams deep into me, his cockheads grazing my cervix.
It’s so deep, so intense that I see stars.
“Severin! Oh god!” I scream, the sound ripping from my throat and echoing off the library’s vaulted ceiling, bouncing off leather spines and ancient wood.
“Just like that, my little wife. Take me like the good wife you are.” His eyes are glowing, his body primed to possess.
His hips snap forward again, and again, and again, each thrust driving his twin shafts so deep I feel him in my throat, in my chest, in the very core of my being.
He doesn’t relent, his body chasing the climax it needs, the delicious friction of our coming together igniting my nerves.
My fat breasts bounce, my nipples grazing the carpet, the sensations building toward my climax.
“I waited for you,” I gasp, my voice breaking as he pounds into me, his ridged cocks scraping my inner walls, dragging against every sensitive nerve on the way out before plunging back in.
“I waited all night in that cold bed, wanting you, needing your cock inside me. I was so empty without you, Severin. Please, don’t ever leave me alone again. ” My voice is vulnerable.
“Never,” he snarls, his voice guttural and raw.
“I thought I would die without you, Fiona.” His balls slap against my ass, heavy and full of his seed, mixing with the wet, slick noise of my pussy taking him.
His coils tighten around my waist, around my wrists, holding me open and immobile, and I am completely at his mercy.
“I wanted to touch you, feel you, fuck you just like this, but I was afraid if I started, I’d never stop.
I’d keep you in bed for days until my heat passed. ”
“You can keep me in bed for days. I am here for you,” I cry out as he hits me sweet spot, pushing me so close to the edge. I want to tell him that I love him, that I’d do anything for him, but before I can, he hits me deep again, making my thoughts scatter.
“I am going to breed you throughout my heat, Fiona. I’m going to fill you up with so many babies, you’ll never be able to leave this manor.”
“I don’t want to leave,” I say. “I like it here. I like you.”
His cock grinds deep into me, touching the opening of my womb, and all the sensations I’ve been holding back flood out of me.
A violent scream rips from my throat, raw and primal, as my body detonates around him.
My walls clamp down on my monster husband’s twin shafts with a violence that makes my vision white out, every muscle in my body seizing, shaking, convulsing around the impossible girth of him.
Pleasure crashes through me in waves so intense I cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot do anything but feel.
My pussy pulses around him, milking his cocks in rhythmic, greedy spasms, and I feel his hemipenes swell at the base, the knotting ridges grinding into me as he chases his peak.
“Oh god, Severin, oh god, oh god,” I babble, my voice breaking as another wave tears through me.
My thighs are trembling so hard they slap against his scales, my breasts swinging heavily beneath me, my nipples dragging across the carpet with each shuddering breath.
The pleasure is mind-melting, all-consuming, a white-hot fire that burns through every nerve ending in my body and leaves me hollowed out and shaking.
Severin roars above me, his hips driving forward one final, brutal time, and I feel the moment his knots fully seat inside me, sealing his shafts in place. “You’re mine, Fiona.”
His seed erupts in a massive, continuous flood, thick and hot and impossibly abundant, gushing into my womb in pulsing waves.
“Oh.” I feel the joy of his seed filling me, overflowing, but contained by the plug of his knot. I soak in his cum, our bodies joined together, his finding fulfillment in mine. I feel complete, soaring, flying, and filled, all thanks to my viper viscount.
When I open my eyes moments later, his body slumps, his tail loosening, and his hands banding around my waist, holding me as we lie on the carpet. I can feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my damp skin, his knot locked inside me, his scales bare against my thighs.
“Severin,” I whisper, my voice wrecked and small. “That was…wonderful. Not at all painful or scary.” My eyes meet his. “You didn’t hurt me.”
Our eyes meet as he brushes his lips over mine. “What did I do to deserve such a perfect wife?” His golden eyes turn to me, and I hear the words he can’t say. I can feel them in my heart.
I am in love with my viper husband.