She knows better than to complain about the location of our rutting. I fuck my mate where and when I want to - and where she wants it too. Her undergarments come free with a slick fluid clinging to the gusset. She’s aroused. She wants my cock, and she’s going to get it.
I kiss and I caress and I lift her up by her ass and I pull her down against my body, the rampant ridge of my cock pressing home inside her with unerring accuracy. I feel the wetness of her interior on the tip of my dick, and then she’s engulfing me like the hot, desperate little fuck toy she is.
Now I am deep inside her, her tight interior grips me and holds me tight with every thrust. There are not enough thrusts. There is not a deep enough place inside her. I crave her so completely and intensely it cannot be explained. I want to wear her like a puppet on my cock for eternity. The city has never felt like home, but she does. Her depths are the place I belong, and I never want to leave.
I can only imagine what she would think if she heard me speak that way. The thoughts I express to her are only a fraction of the desire I feel for her. This human woman turns me into the most depraved of beasts, following my craving into her tight crevices and holes.
She whimpers and moans, making herself open to me, gripping me with her thighs. I’ve just remembered, in the midst of my plunging, ravaging, filthy re-conquest of her body: this girl knows how to ride.
I sit down on a hay bale and let her show me what she can do, slapping her soft round ass to urge her into motion. My cock is still buried deep inside her. I don’t think I could pull out of her if I wanted to.
“Ride me, Blaire. Take me.” I encourage her by reaching up and clasping her neck gently, but firmly. Her breasts bounce against the underside of my forearm as she does as she’s told, working that hot little cunt along the length of my shaft.
“Good girl,” I praise, teasing the tips of her nipples with my tongue as a reward for her obedience. This might be the best behaved she has ever been.
She’s making the most adorable little grunts and moans, her pink flushed flesh rubbing against my chest as she places her hands on my shoulders and uses me to brace against so she can fuck that hot cunt of hers even harder.
Yes. This is what I have always wanted. This is the core of my craving, right here, having the woman I love absolutely wrecking her pussy on my thick cock. I know I am not made to her specifications. Her body was built to be taken by a smaller, lesser male. But she is adapting to me, she is giving me everything she has to give.
I slap her ass every time she sinks all the way down, encouraging her to rise up again, so she can sink down once more. I want to fuck her forever.
We kiss. We caress. And we rut like two feral beasts, the slickness from her eager pussy coating my thick dick until we both come together, our primal passions unleashed in growling, moaning, and even screaming.
“Oh, I have needed that for so long,” she says, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and resting her head against mine.
She’s not the only one. I hold her close and bask in the simple joy of mating with the woman I fought so hard to tame - and to save.
Eleven
Blaire
Just as Equs promised, there is an apartment above the stables. It’s not exactly a royally equipped apartment, because there’s absolutely nothing in it besides a mat inside the door. This place wasn’t furnished for a king, ironically, given that it was built by a king. I couldn’t care less. This is home. I feel it immediately as we walk into the empty apartment.
“The city crafters can make some furniture,” Equs says, almost apologetically. “But there is a bed, and there is a bath, and I’m almost certain there are provisions. So you can attend to all your basic needs.”
“It’s perfect,” I tell him. “Really it is.”
“I’m glad you like it. Now. You might want to avoid the city, but I cannot. It has been six months since I was last here, and I am informed that there is a significant amount of…” his upper lip curls in disgust before he utters the next word… “paperwork.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to see the foal being born.”
“You go be with the mare,” he tells me as if he could stop me from being there. “I must attend to some overdue matters of state.”