Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Accepting another flood of cum to stretch my belly, I was on the verge of another climax with little more than another squeeze to my throat.
When sparks of pleasure subsided, all tingly from his touch, I purred, “I’m yours.”
He froze.
So still he did not even draw breath.
Only his knot within me pulsating.
Despite estrous, I realized the weight of my words and his obvious reaction to them.
My full, unpredicted submission, my acquiescence in a way I had never offered it openly.
“Tell me you love me.” It was not a kind request; it was an absolute demand by a male flexing his fingers over my windpipe.
My tender heart wasn’t ready to admit he may have possessed more than his share. Nor was I in my right mind.
Absolutely vulnerable, draped over him, my back to his chest, his hands free to roam as they willed. I could not even see his eyes.
But I knew they were narrowed and unblinking. Watching me as he considered how to force my compliance to his will.
Rocking his hips and threatening me with the hugeness of his knot, he snarled, “Female, you will tell me you love me.”
High on him, caught in estrous, but certain I’d be less if I admitted my fondness had foolishly expanded into something terrifying, I held my tongue as he held my throat.
Estrous was not the time to show him how weak he made me.
How far I’d fallen from ignorant ideals.
How quickly the inevitable had swallowed me whole.
What I needed in that moment was to deny him what he should not have demanded. I needed mercy.
But the low snarl of my agitated beast warned me I would pay for my refusal to admit he had charmed me… that I had just given myself to him.
That he would have my declaration one way or another.
As if to seal my words, his body sealed his fluids. Lumps of the waxy substance he produced to form the plug moved down this cock to stopper the passage where he pleasured me full of his gift. The tip of his dick went to work, forming that waxy stuff glob by glob so not a drop would be wasted.
When it was done, I felt him slither out of my body, my swollen slit empty, its little opening sucking at nothing as if it might hold him in.
He gave my cunt nothing but cool air, sultry as he undulated his frame under my body. “End this battle of wills. Admit that you love me. Do this, and I will give you pleasure you cannot imagine.”
He would give me pleasure regardless, my smirk dark when he turned me in his arms.
With the grace of a dangerous warrior, he moved us both until the softness of my beautiful nest came to my back. Kneeling over me, commanding and huge, his cock, slippery with our shared fluids, stroked my belly.
The treacherous male warned me with one final look.
Already, I was aching to have him back inside me, despite my complete exhaustion. Already, I considered going against my better judgment just to have my way.
That was the danger of estrous.
That was the power he had over me.
The only difference was that now I knew.
Cyderial had always owned me.
Even before we met.
Yet, to admit such a thing so soon would absolve him of every crime. To keep my obvious feelings silent was to preserve some power.
As if his very touch could spark my obedience, the thumb he ran over my lips, the way it dipped inside to tease my tongue, was a reminder that ultimately, he could get his way.
Purring, his drum made louder by the close walls, his lips curved upward. “Tell me. Tell me you love me as I love you.”
His touch left my mouth, Cyderial leaning down as if to take my throat in his teeth for a playful bite.
I stopped him with a single promise. “The day our daughter is born, and not a moment sooner, I will tell you what is hidden in my heart.”
The smile he gave me to hear even that was pure joy. As was my answering grin.
Lifting my hand to nip at my fingers, Cyderial said, “She will be safe. Understand that. She will be safe, and you will tell me you love me without any fear for her future.”
Eyes soft, his fingertips went to trace the shape of a stinging mark he left near my throat. The male had bitten me a great deal in his rut.
I scratched strange patterns into his skin in my estrous.
The pair of us were covered in wounds.
Two warriors sparring in blood and slick, calling out our pleasure with ferocity. Intermixed with soft, intimate moments like this, punctuating the seriousness of why we were in my nest.
The fostering of new life. A child soon to rest in the womb he painstakingly prepared.