Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Submission promised pleasure that would change me into something new.
When he dared take my mouth, I drank down a male that was strong, beautiful, and well-made, my tongue tangling with his.
And he gave.
The male lips at my ear spoke in a language that meant nothing to me, yet I knew the words were decadent and rich. His cruel mouth bit down, sharp teeth breaking skin wherever he wished, over and over as I healed and gave him a fresh canvas to mark.
When my belly began to tremble, he reared back, intent on watching each expression that danced across my features. A whirring warmth moved under my skin, the previous pleasure from his hand a sad shadow in comparison. What churned within me was world-shattering.
My stomach clenched and rippled, the opening where he pierced me with that fat, prehensile organ gripping him hard, sucking him deeper.
I screamed, bucked madly, locking down around his girth as he strained and roared.
My wrists were abandoned so he might take my hips and hold my flailing body tight to his pelvis. Within my core, terrible, beautiful pressure grew, and some part of him swelled. Something that stretched my poor muscles and left me convulsing around the bulbous growth locking my body to his.
Moments later, the male bellowed, and a flood gushed from him to fill me. Then another. Over and over until my belly began to softly swell.
Delirious with pleasure, each spurt sent me higher into bliss until I thought I’d perish. White light filled me, sparkles moving under my skin. Within my belly, his pulsating prehensile cock, firmly locked within, gyrated and slithered, moving so much I could see it poke and prod.
One hip was set free, a huge, warm hand landing near my mound to stroke upward toward my ribs. Again and again as the man pumped me with more fluid than my body could hold.
Except that bulbous growth locked behind my pubic bone forced me to keep it in. Stretching my skin around my opening until it tingled in warning that pulling away would cause harm.
But this much fluid didn’t feel good; some part of my mind knew that. Another part was cooing and languid, whispering that I should trust him.
That only he knew what needed to be done.
I didn’t understand what happened—none of it made sense. But the handsome one was working tirelessly—his wriggling cock prodding left and right, his massaging hands following the shape of his organ in my belly.
When it was too much for even delirium to obscure, when I was certain that swishing sensation and the spike of pleasure-pain from the pulsating ball of flesh was unendurable, an exhausted hand reached up to stop him. “No more.”
Fingers caught, panting from exertion, he brought them up to his lips for a kiss. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
But that cock kept working at something deep within my core.
And I didn’t like it anymore. Because that voice—my whole life, I’d known hearing that voice meant one was in grave danger.
Suddenly petrified, I called to the red, hazy shadows. “Cyderial?”
Scooping my upper body off the floor, the general drew me to rest against his chest. My legs spread over his thighs, the knot of flesh holding us as one pressed deeper, leaving me hissing in discomfort when the balloon within me moved organs to make space.
Kneeling, he held me on his lap, gravity bearing my weight down against his invasion. The distorted bulge of my belly growing each time he pulsated inside me.
My body wanted the pleasure of a languid stupor, not the aching soreness of reality, but it wasn’t possible. Not when green eyes drank me down.
The terrible significance of the situation dawned.
There was no mistaking the feel of Cyderial’s cock wiggling within me. I remembered some of the things he said. Crazy things about submission and ownership, about fucking and how badly he’d always wanted me.
No! It could not be him! “What have you done?”
Bracing me with one arm, smoothing my hair back with the other, he was gentle, unashamed to speak such horror. “I opened you. I bonded you. And now I am breeding my mate.”
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“No!”
My limbs were limp, heels brushing the ground in my weak attempt to push off his lap. He let me try long enough for the harsh reality of his words to set in. Our bodies were locked together through the obscene swelling of his organ in my guts.
“And now I am breeding my mate.”
As if to punctuate his declaration, I felt him writhe within me.
Caught on his cock and held in his arms, General Cyderial murmured, “You have the most beautiful song, Lorieyn.”
I was so full I was going to burst. Breath labored from such pressure, I whined, “You’re hurting me.”
As if he knew just how to handle my disquiet, he reached between us and ran the pad of his thumb around the newly split scales stretched wide open by his cock.