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“I’m going to make it bigger later. Much bigger,” I sigh, as she goes back to bobbing her head on me, looking up at me as if she can suck out the soul that she gave me along with my cum. “Sweetie, I’m going to pop if you do that.”

“I want you to.” She swirls her tongue over my crown.

“I want to put it in your pussy,” I moan, latching my fingers onto her blonde locks.

“You do? Do you want to fill me up?” she whispers, one hand leaving my thigh and slowly moving between her own.

I can’t speak for a second, too lust-struck watching her play with herself while she sucks me. Like she wants this. Wants me.

I’m still in awe.

An awed golem who’s about to explode in pleasure is possibly not the best communicator in the world. I pull myself from hermouth, puffing up with pride at the disappointed little noise she makes.

“Reggie, I—”

“Get in that tub,” I demand, my voice a growl.

“But the—”

“I’m not going to let you lose a single drop,” I warn, hoisting her up and taking her with me to the steaming, bubbling pool of water.

TWO THINGS HAPPEN RIGHTbefore my eyes when my new husband sits me in the hot tub—aside from the fact that I moan like a pornographic actress getting paid to be loud. “This feels so good,” I cry out.

“Good,” Reggie joins me, standing while I sit on the ledge, pumping his hand over cock—and it gets longer and thicker with each swipe. My eyes get bigger as he grows from the perfect mouthful to the perfect pussy-full, and then several inches larger and longer.

“Whoa,” I whisper.

“Watch what else,” he says, stepping closer, until his cock is just level with my mouth. He swirls his thumb slowly around his length—and the pattern of the swirl emerges on his skin. “I believe I’ve heard the phrase ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’ I can do that.” He moves his fist again, a little grunt coming from behind his sealed lips this time, and the beautiful, glistening gray cock I’ve been fantasizing about riding on until it fills me and his cum overflows me is suddenly covered in little ridges. Another stroke, and there are soft swirls, like a 3D paisley print. “I’ll change as often as you want so it feels the best for you,” he offers.

“What about what feels the best for you?”

“Being inside of you, feeling you grip me and pull me in... That’s the best.” His voice is low and still dropping, and hewades closer, sinking until he kneels in front of me, hands leaving his cock to massage my thighs. Kneading them. Drawing them apart. “But it’s better after I taste you.”

I start arching up, trying to lift myself out of the water so he can get to my hungry holes, but instead, he pushes against me, keeping me on the ledge, legs spread. He sinks down into the water with a smirk, disappearing until only his eyes and the bald dome of his head are visible. “But you need to—ooh. Breathe?” I moan out the question, but all I get in answer is the feel of his tongue teasing my slit open before flicking my clit, light touches that make me squirm, slowly building to demanding sucks that have me keening on every pulse, bottom fighting his hands as he tries to pin me down. I rise to grind my sex hungrily against his mouth.

“Inside, inside, inside,” I try to grab his chin, only to find Reggie playing submarine, dodging me to submerge himself completely. “Reginald!” I grunt, standing up—and finding my new husband using me as a snorkel, planting my pussy right over his face, this time with his fingers joining him, sliding solidly into my tunnel and stroking against my g-spot. “I want to come for the first time on our honeymoon with you inside of me,” I finally manage to make words over my impending orgasm, and Reggie reappears, dripping wet, his sigils shimmering in the firelight, like all of him is covered in fresh ink.

“Do you know how hot you look?” I demand, fingers itching to touch him—and thrilled that I can. I run my hands over the wide planes of his chest and down to his hips.

“If it’s anywhere as hot as you look, we’re going to burn this place down,” he pants, grabbing me by the wrists.

This is a new side of him. Possessive. Aggressive. Still protective. There’s something sweet and desperate under every touch, something that’s hungry to be alive.

To create a life. A new life, together.

“Sit with me,” he pants, turning me, his hands sculpting me like I’m clay, too, molding his palms across my breasts, kneading my mound as he circles behind me. I obey easily, legs parted and slit dripping with arousal and water when I feel him nudge my entrance.

Nudge, then stretch.

Reggie lifts me up easily, then sinks me down onto him, slowly, bending me forward as he works to get his much larger length inside of me, straining my walls and making me see stars at the edges of my vision.

When I think I can’t take anymore, he rocks us back together, and I’m impaled even farther, sitting on his huge, thick cock as he crashes back to the ledge of the hot tub. Water splashes up over our thighs, but he was right. Not a drop of his cum will escape my pussy—because he’s filled it so full, yes, but he’s done something else, too.

“What did you make?” I babble, slowly starting to bounce on him, feeling each little ridge and swoop he’s created, a pattern for my pleasure. To return the thoughtfulness, I make sure I squeeze, working every muscle I have against him as if I can suck the cum right out of him.

“A knot. Orcs and shifters have them. They keep you full. Encourage the likelihood of little ones by making sure sperm stays in.”

I bounce on him more firmly, getting used to the strained feeling, surprised at how fast the pleasure is building. “But won’t it just slide out if I’m just bouncing up and down on—ooh. Ohhhh,fuck.” My question turns into a semi-pained, semi-blissful moan. The wide, rounded lump I felt at the base of Reggie’s cock shrunk.