Oryx obliges, taking his time to work as much of his massive cock inside as physically possible, and even then there are a few inches that don’t fit. I’ve never felt so completely full or stretched, and the sharp pain has dulled to a pleasant heat spreading from my pussy up through my torso. If he shoves another inch inside, he’s going to permanently rearrange my insides, and not in a good way.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his tongue roving over my exposed skin. My pussy throbs around his cock in response, and I nod.
He pulls back and thrusts inside, immediately falling into a toe-curling rhythm. Every time he sinks as deep as he can, an explosive bolt of pleasure lights up my center. His grunts and animalistic noises as he fucks me against the unforgiving ground only have my libido crawling skyward.
“Fuck, I won’t last long like this,” he groans, pulling back to sit on his heels. He adjusts himself, finding a position where myhips are slightly lifted off the ground, before pumping into me again. “You’re so tight; I know you’ll milk my cock so well.” He grunts and slams deep enough to force a groan from my lips. “Is that what you want, my beloved? To be filled to the brim with minotaur cum?”
It’s hard to form thoughts as he drives into me, harder and deeper with every thrust.
Beloved?
Cum?
I fight through the lustful haze fogging my mind.
Should I let him come inside? Do I have an option?
What happens if I become pregnant with a minotaur calf?
“Fuck,” I gasp as pleasure-laced pain erupts in my core. His thrusts are becoming more erratic by the second.
One of his thick thumbs finds my clit and draws tight circles around it, and I try to rock my hips against his movements, but it’s difficult with my hips still in the air. I’m at his mercy, and I’ll come when he’s ready.
I can already feel my climax building, my muscles tightening. It won’t take long until I’m shattering around his cock.
“Answer me,” he demands, a little harsher this time. “Do you want me to fill this tight little hole until my seed is spilling out? Because I want to see you absolutely dripping with me, beloved.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips.
I pant as his thumb picks up its pace. I’m so close, hovering close to the edge of an orgasm. But I know he won’t let me come until I say it.
“Yes,” I whine, wiggling my hips the little bit that I’m able. “Fill me, please.Fuck.” I hate the desperate edge to my voice, but if I don’t come right now, I’m going to explode.
He increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit, speeding up slightly as he continues stuffing me full of his cock. Inseconds, I’m teetering on the edge of a climax, and I squeeze my breasts through my dress to increase the sensation.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, almost breathless now. “So close, so close. I’m… I’m going to…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence before pleasure slams into me, gripping my core tight as my pussy clamps around his thick cock. He fucks me through wave after wave of pleasure, and my cries echo through the forest.
I no longer care if anyone finds us.
Hell, I’d be proud at this point. Let them watch.
Before I’ve fully ridden out the aftershocks of my orgasm, Oryx slams his hips forward a final time and roars with his release. His cock twitches, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel every pump of cum he spills inside me. The pressure increases as my stomach bulges, the combination of his cock and cum making it swell.
My eyes fly wide and my mouth falls open as he slowly pulls his cock out and a gush of minotaur cum rushes out, soaking the quilt beneath me. He gently lowers my hips while I’m still processing how he was able to produce that much seed, and curls up next to me. When he drapes his arm over me, tugging me close, heat creeps into my cheeks.
I’m in complete disbelief—and a bit of shock—at what just happened. But before I can truly process it, or work through the fit of nerves twisting my stomach into a knot, Oryx’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“I hope you realize, beloved, that filling you with cum makes you entirelymine.”
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Oryx
Curiosity lights up her expression, but also something else. Disappointment? Reluctance? I can’t interpret it.
“Yours?” she asks softly, like she misheard me.
“Of course.” I lean in and press the end of my snout to the top of her head. “Unless, you’d rather belong to someone else.”