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My body locks around him, pulse thundering. He reaches between our heaving bodies, his long fingers brushing over the swell of my stomach as if imagining it already full with what he will plant inside of me.
He holds me steady as his pace climbs. The heat is incredible, my back rasping against his fur. I moan, arching, my fingers extending, then balling into fists.
He isn’t gentle. He’s possessive, demanding, taking what he wants. I surrender to it, letting him take control, letting him ravage me.
He drives deeper, his cock stretching me to my limit. He continues to thrust, faster and faster, his rhythm growing more frantic. I’m lost in a sea of sensation, my body trembling, my muscles contracting.
The world narrows to his weight and the sound he makes every time I say Daddy.
He runs a hand through my hair, nails careful against my scalp, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He occasionally licks my neck, tasting the salt of my sweat.
“They sent you up that hill to be eaten,” he groans against my neck. “And I am the one being devoured.”
I arch my back, pressing closer to him, wanting more, always more.
“Take everything.”
“You will worship Daddy’s cock. This cunt will yield whenever I need it, your mouth, your ass. I will paint you with my seed so the world smells me on you. I will cover you with me. Daddy is greedy, and you will never know the touch of another man.”
I nod, his eyes and his soul connected to mine.
“Tell Daddy what you want, little one. It’s okay, you can tell me.”
“Come inside me.”
“Yes, little offering. Yes.” His teeth bare, lips pulled back. “Mine. You are mine.”
It hits me all at once. I scream, back bowing off the fur.
He holds himself back with a growl that rattles the chamber and sinks down over me, braced on his forearms. Even so, I’m buried. If anyone walked in right now, all they’d see of me is my feet.
I lie there, panting, as he holds himself so deep inside me, I don’t know how my body is accommodating him.
He lifts his head, his red eyes burning into mine.
“Mine.” He says it into my neck like he’s carving it there. “You are mine now, little offering. I am the one that makes you come. Only me.”
I moan as another orgasmic shock wave moves through me.
He tunnels into me, into the deepest part of me, and roars and shudders violently. I think I lose consciousness as the first blast of his release pulses into my core. I’m blinking and babbling when I come back, my ass in a painful grip of claws and rough demon palms, his seed flowing out of my opening and down my ass as he holds us together, his chest heaving and the fur under his eyes soaked with red tears.
“I have never wanted this,” he chokes out raggedly, and it sounds like it scares him. “Not once, in nine hundred years. I want you round with me. I want to watch it happen.”
I come again with a cry, body pulsing and shaking.
He roars, the sound shaking the temple stones, and the last of his spend spills inside me, my body welcoming the heat and responsibility of taking care of him like this for the rest of time.
His snout presses to my shoulder as he pants against my skin.
“You were born for me,” he breathes. “Born to save me. To release me. Born for me to care for until time ends.”
I’m still gasping. His head comes up at the sound. “Breathe,” he orders, and waits, watching my chest, until I do.
I breathe for him until my heart stops trying to climb out of my throat.
“I am far from done with you.”
And I know it’s true.
