Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Kiera moaned and Brux groaned at the same time. The stretch was intense—but also deeply satisfying. She was filled beyond capacity, utterly claimed.
“Oh Brux!” she gasped, her inner walls clamping down reflexively around the massive intrusion. “Oh God, so deep inside me!”
Brux roared beneath her, his hips jerking wildly as he gripped her ass with both hands.
“Fuck–so tight!” he groaned. “Love it when we get tied–love to knot you, baby.”
Kiera didn’t move at first–she was still, just feeling the incredible fullness…the way his knot pulsed inside her, sealing them together.
Then, slowly, carefully, she began to grind. Tiny, circular movements of her hips that made the head of his smaller upper shaft rub directly against her swollen clit with every rotation.
The sensation was electric. The tingling fluid from his upper shaft amplified it a thousandfold—each grind sent sparks of exquisite sensation shooting up her spine–pleasure blooming hot and fierce deep inside her. She was so close to coming…so close.
“Brux…” she moaned, grinding harder now, chasing the feeling. “Your knot… it’s so big, filling my pussy… It’s going to make me come!”
“Do it,” he growled, his hands gripping her ass even tighter. “Come on my knot, sweetheart… milk my cock… Need to feel you gush all over me!”
Kiera knew she was going to lose it soon–she could feel her orgasm hovering over her head like a rain cloud about to burst and rain pleasure down on her. But she wanted to feel the big Monstrum coming inside her—wanted to feel hot spurts of his seed flooding her knotted pussy while she clenched around him. She wanted to take everything he had to give.
His eyes met hers fully then, and this time she saw blue beginning to return around the edges.
“Kiera,” he said hoarsely, and just hearing her name spoken that way—like a prayer, like a miracle—nearly undid her.
Both of them kept moving–him thrusting up as she came down, grinding hard on his knot still lodged within her. Kiera chased the pleasure–willing herself to come and to take him with her–to bring him all the way back.
Her thighs were burning, and her pussy was stretched and aching around his massive girth, but the pleasure was building inside her too, hot and relentless–spurred by the heated fluid from his smaller shaft and the sheer eroticism of saving him this way.
It had to be enough to bring him back, she told herself–it had to.
Just then, Brux’s grip on her tightened and a deep, shaking sound escaped him—a sound of relief and need and gratitude all tangled together.
Kiera could feel the powerful tension gathering in him now–no longer the brittle instability of a male losing himself, but the fierce living strain of one finding himself through pleasure and intimacy. His hips began to thrust harder to meet her–powerful surges that slammed his thick cock deep inside her.
“You’re so deep in me!” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest. “You’re going to make me come so hard…”
“Yes,” he growled, blue bleeding back into his eyes. “Come for me… let me feel your sweet little pussy drench my shaft!”
And when he finally arched beneath her and broke with a cry that sounded almost like pain, Kiera held on and let him, clinging to him just as hard as he clung to her, feeling the full force of his return in every line of his body. He flooded her with heat, thick spurts of cum painting her inner walls as her own orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the tingling clit—rubbing shaft and the perfect, pounding fullness of the one buried deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned deliriously, feeling herself spasm around him. “Oh God, Brux…too much…too much!”
And yet, she never wanted it to stop.
When it was finally over and she slumped across his broad chest, she was breathing as hard as he was.
For a moment, neither of them moved and the only sound was their panting. Then very slowly, Brux lifted one hand to her face. His fingers trembled against her cheek.
“Kiera,” he growled softly. “My lovely one…my mate. You saved me.”
And when she looked into his eyes now, they were blue again.
24
BRUX
Brux came back to himself fully in a rush. One moment there had only been need and heat and the desperate, terrifying sensation of himself slipping down into the void again. The next, reason returned all at once—clear and bright and shocking in its suddenness.
And the first thing he became fully aware of was Kiera…Kiera on top of him…Kiera warm and flushed and panting, her beautiful body trembling above his as the last waves of strain and urgency slowly began to ebb between them.
Her braids were half—loosened and damp from the steam of the bathing room. Her cheeks were glowing, and her gorgeous, big breasts were rising and falling with every breath. And her eyes—those deep brown eyes he loved so much—were fixed on his face with such fierce relief that his heart nearly stopped in his chest.