He held himself deep inside her, leash tight, cock hard as he made his intention more than clear. She knew something she had never known before, felt something she had never felt: love.
Dominax loved her. She heard it in his voice. She saw it in his eyes. And she felt it inside her. He wasn’t using her when he fucked her. He was claiming her, taking her, making a connection with her unlike any she had felt before. She could not stop staring into those deep, dark eyes as he slid deep inside her, long, surging, loving strokes which made her moan and squirm on his cock.
“I love you,” she whispered to him as he claimed her with a kiss.
It was sweet, but sweetness was not what had drawn them together in the first place, and sweetness would not satisfy either of them.
Instinct was taking over, the rougher, more desperate, intense ravaging which they both needed more than they could ever admit. Her hips rose to meet his and then were gripped and pulled onto his cock. He was fucking her with all the strength he had — or at least, all the strength she could take.
His wings extended as he came inside her, shooting his seed deep into her
pussy, filling her up like a chalice. The sight was incredible, and the feeling was even more intense. It was far more than a simple orgasm. It was a wave of sensation rushing through her, all the way from the inside of her pussy all the way to the very tips of her fingers and the roots of her hair, the tender skin behind her knees, the lobes of her ears, and the curling of her toes.
She screamed her orgasm, barely able to contain the pleasure Dominax was giving her. He left her gasping for breath and desperate for a settling of the nerves which had been stimulated past the point of their capacity.
Dominax laid her back on the bed, his thick cock sliding from her, allowing a fresh rush of hot seed to escape her sex. She could feel him dripping from her ravaged lower lips, so puffy and sore from sexual altercation.
“Life grows inside you, my love. I can feel it.”
She felt it too, a fluttering among the ache, sweet possibility welling up inside her. She felt all the possibility and all the reality of love welling inside her fertile womb.
“Is this my happily ever after?”
“Almost.”
18 Flying Fuck
Almost, but not quite. If sex could solve everything, there would never have been any problem with Dominax abducting her.
It wasn’t immediately clear what was left to settle. She was his possession, his pet, and probably soon to be the mother of his eventually winged offspring. Speaking of wings, growing her own was not as easy as it seemed.
Every day, the wings swelled a little more, unfolding from her back in a slow cascade of biological mutation. She tried to ignore them, but they were hard to ignore. Utterly impossible, in fact.
“Eat your dinner, you need your strength for the metamorphosis,” Darma said. He was taking his pet sitting duties overly seriously as far as Katie was concerned.
“Don’t tell Dominax I didn’t eat, and I won’t tell him that you left me alone for an entire hour when your boyfriend flew in for a quickie.”
“I thought you were asleep,” Darma said, pushing his hair back and giving her an irritated glare.
“Well, I wasn’t. I was just resting my eyes. Why doesn’t he ever come in? Why don’t I ever get to see him? Is it some kind of winged homophobia?”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it, then?”
“He’s not allowed in the palace. He’s of a non-royal caste.”
“Oh, so it’s kind of like poor-shaming and racism all rolled into one.”
“If you try to judge us by human standards, you’re going to be repeatedly and violently upset,” Darma replied. “It’s fine. He doesn’t mind sneaking around. Makes it more fun. Now, eat your scozzas. They contain a protein you need to develop strong wings.”
Scozzas were a cross between carrot and broccoli. Sort of orange with florets and a piquant flavor she just couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times she was told to.
“I’m not that hungry.”
The sound of wings heralded the arrival of the king, coming in via the window. She still wasn’t used to how the Homelanders used any available hole in the wall to more or less slide on through, especially the king.
“Hello, my love,” Dominax purred, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Are you behaving yourself?”
“She’s refusing to eat her fibrous plants.”
“They’re not terribly appetizing,” Dominax commiserated.
She was surprised he was taking her side. He seemed to be in a good mood. He had been in a good mood a lot lately. If she was to believe him, it was because he was happy to have her back. Whatever the reason, his embrace felt good and warm and strong.