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Having her back in his arms again was a feeling he knew he’d never tire of.
Especially now that he knew what it might be like to lose her forever.
“Thank you, Malcolm. Thank you for sparing them.”
“Anything for you, little human.”
“What... what happens now?” She stood before him, her hands crossed in front of her thighs, her human clothing making her look so strange.
His cock began to rise as he took a deep breath, playing his hands over her shoulders, running his fingers through her hair, as if they needed to relearn the contours of her body.
They were back in his treetop aerie, the evening breeze warm, flowing around and between them, the sounds of the jungle muted, but all around them.
“Now, you learn what being my mate really means. Take off your clothing. You’ll not be anything but naked, unless I order otherwise.”
Her nostrils flared, but a smile played at her lips. “Yes, sir.”
He watched her as she revealed her luscious, buxom body, his cock high, hard, and throbbing by the time she was completely bared to his lustful—and very appreciative—gaze.
He held his erection in his fist as he looked her up and down. “Hands behind your back. And I want your eyes on mine.”
She made a little surprised sound, her breasts swaying the tiniest bit as she hastily complied. Her eyes locked with his.
“Before we do this, you need to understand me. You are mine.” He wrapped his fingers around her slender throat, and her breath hitched. He didn’t squeeze her though, his grip more proprietary, a reminder of his dominion over her body more than anything else.
“You will never be anything other than subject to me. You will always obey me, and seek to please me. Much of what I ask of you will be difficult, even arduous. Sometimes it will hurt. You will accept all of it, gratefully, if you choose this life. With me. What do you say, little human?”
“I want it. I want all of it.” She smiled then, her eyes flashing with mischievous glee. “I want you—in whatever way I can get it.”
“Even if it means you’ll never be anywhere but at my feet, at my beck and call, or impaled on my cock?”
“Even if it means”—she shivered, her nipples tightening into hard little points—“all of that. I don’t care. I want you, need you.”
“Then get on your knees, human.”
She allowed a smile to curve her lips as she obeyed, looking impossibly alluring as she stared up at him from where she knelt before him. He grasped her by the chin, forcing her face up. He tapped the heavy shaft of his cock against her mouth, loving the way it looked resting upon her face.
He would make her intimately familiar with servicing his cock with her lips, tongue, and throat. Despite his large size, with time—and relentless, even harsh training—he would teach her.
“Kiss it, slut.”
His passion was already rising, and the feel of her soft lips worshiping his genitals only stoked it higher.
“You’ll do this every time I use you. Each time you take my cock into your body, you will thank me for the honor—on your knees. You will show your devotion to pleasing me. Do you understand?”
“Yes... sir.” She kissed and gently licked at the swollen veins along the underside of his penis, and he could already feel his orgasm beginning to gather.
“Lick.”
Her pink, glistening tongue flicked at the underside of the head, and his cock jerked. He growled at her, and she met his eyes again, giving him a playful little stare, her tongue laving the tip of his penis, even flicking and rasping at the tiny slit there.
“Good... that’s very good. Now, suck—just the head.”
The sight of her lips clamping tight to the broad purplish head of his penis had him almost groaning. She was very adept at this, sucking hard, her tongue swirling continuously against his sensitive flesh.
He took great delight in watching her suck feverishly at his cock, Selena occasionally glancing up at him, as if to confirm she was obeying his dictates.
Which only increased his lust and his urge to subjugate her further.
“Put it in your mouth, as deep as you can take it.”
She swallowed the huge knob instantly, and he laid a hand on the back of her head. “Open that throat. Relax... that’s it. More now.”
She gagged, a tight sound coming from between her lips.
“Move your tongue out. There you go... it makes it easier to take more. And you will take more.”
With one last push, the broad head popped through the last resistance at the back of her throat, and he slid steadily down. Incredibly, she was able to take his entire length, her nose soon pressed to his pubic bone, to mingle with the wiry hair there.
Her instinct was to pull back immediately, her eyes shut tight. But he held her steady, keeping her there as her throat clicked, and she gagged again.
“You’ll hold for a count of five each time you swallow my cock. If your nose isn’t being pinned against my pubic hair, you’re not down far enough. You’ve proven you can do it. Anything less from now on, and I’ll consider it you not doing as you’re told. That’s it, slut. And... back up.”
He bent down and kissed her lips gently, her eyelashes fluttering. Then he smiled at her. “Again.”
Over and over, he forced her to take his penis deep into her throat. Over and over, he made her hold it there, her nose tight against the hair at the base of his cock. Finally, he pulled her off of him with a fistful of her long hair.
He tapped her chin with the glistening head. “Get on the bed. Head down, ass up.”
Instantly, she scrambled up onto the bed, folding herself over tightly.
“Tits on the bed, or you’re not over enough.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice muffled.
She stilled as she held her position in obedient silence.
“It will usually be this way, slut. When you’re to be taken, you’re to assume this pose, your round little bottom high in the air. Your naked body begging for my cock.”
He knelt behind her then, his penis bobbing as he moved, a drop of fluid hanging from the tip, ready to fall.
Taking hold of her hips, he stroked her buttocks, loving the feel of their soft weight in his hands. He caressed her waist, then ran his hands up the sides of her ribcage, gathering her breasts in his palms.
She shivered, but her hips wagged slowly side to side as she moaned softly.
“These are mine too. And they’re going to be very busy once I begin to breed you, little slut.” He squeezed and she mewled into the bed. “These will be soo full of milk, so tight. I’ll make you wait to be milked, until they ache, until the white droplets drip from these hard nipples of yours.”
He tweaked them then, and she stiffened, her breath bursting forth in a gasp. Then he pinched them again.
“Pain and pleasure—neither will ever be far from the other, as my mate. I’ll fuck you and hurt you, love you and torment you.”
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“There will never be a waking moment where you aren’t wearing my bonds, or my marks, or my seed in—or on—your body. My gorgeous little human possession.”
He eased the head of his cock against her slit, her juices already dripping down her join, her swollen labia bright with her wetness.
Taking hold of her hips once more, he said the words in a lower, more serious tone. “This will be the first time I take you as my mate—and the claiming process... it will hurt. At other times it will hurt too, but never as much as this first claiming. Are you ready, Selena?”
“Y-yes, sir. So ready.”
The scent of her sex was strong and spicy, mouthwatering to him. She was practically in heat, and it made him want to be inside her that much more. He would have her—all of her—whenever and wherever he wanted.
Though she thought she knew, thought she understood what being his possession meant, she was sorely mistaken. It would be far more arduous for her than she realized.
But she would endure it. He would bring her through that fire, and on the other side she would find the love and devotion that could only be realized as a mate.
That only both of them could realize together.
Crouching over her, he took fierce hold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he lunged into her pussy, his cock sinking as deeply as it would go. She cried out as he bucked against her again, seating it more fully within the clutch of her seething, soaked cunt.
“Open for me, Selena. Accept your mate, your master, your owner. Take my seed, submit to it—and offer your body for my use. Do you accept it? All of it?” Kneading her breasts cruelly, he barked the words. “Say it!”
“Yes... I accept all of it. I am... yours, sir. All of me. Take it all! Use it—use me as you see fit. I am yours, always!”
He plunged into her repeatedly, brutally, shaking her body with each hard thrust. Storming into her once more—the deepest stroke yet—he had her groaning, her words growing more ragged, her voice breaking. “Always, always... always.”
With an animal sound, he bit into her shoulder, pounding into her with a final flurry. She screamed as his teeth sank in, the taste of her blood in his mouth.
But still, she pushed back at him with her hips, urging him on.
“Take it... all of it! I’m yours, sir! Only... yours.”
He smacked her bottom hard, left then right, then left again, his handprints livid against her pale flesh. She hissed with each blow, her sex clamping upon his pistoning cock.
Taking hold of her hair, wrapping his fist in it cruelly, he used it as a bridle, yanking her head back as he continued plundering the depths of her cunt. Reaching down, he pinched and rubbed at her swollen clit, making her cry out again repeatedly.
With a final tweak of her slippery clit, he growled the words at her ear. “Come on my cock, slut.”
She shrieked, her body spasming, her movement stilling for an instant—then she trembled all over, her thighs quaking against him as her fluids flooded forth, dripping from his balls, rivulets running down his own thighs, the tart, clean smell of her wetness making his cock throb still harder.
Twice more, he forced her over the precipice, pounding into her with his cock the entire time, until he could hold his own climax back no longer.
With his teeth nibbling her earlobe, he pushed deep again, the head of his cock hard against the opening to her womb, and let it take him over, his orgasm bubbling up seemingly from his toes, drowning him in the overwhelming pleasure of the first time truly claiming his mate.
The woman made for him.
His semen exploded forth, bathing her insides with its scalding essence. It dripped out from her sex, pooling against the sheets, the sound of it bubbling and frothing loud as he gave her several more harsh, spasmodic thrusts of his cock.
Then they collapsed to the mattress, both of them barely conscious.
She was his, forever—and he’d never, ever been happier.
Though the realization of what that truly meant was bittersweet indeed, he accepted it. He was at peace with the decision he’d made.
As he tucked her head under his chin, her thighs tangled with his, he said the words softly against her hair.
“It is done. I’ve claimed you—forever. From this moment forward, we are one.”
“One,” she whispered. She kissed his chest, the smile plain in her voice. “I like the sound of that.”