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“Such a good Little girl you are,” I say in a praising tone, “bending over and displaying your swollen pussy so your Papa can mount you from behind.” I growl as sweltering desire pummels me.

I step forward and grasp her hips, aiming my cock straight for her warm, slick entrance. I sink inside her with a groan,pushing to her depths with a rapid thrust that causes my scrotum to smack into her clit. Her insides constrict around my length, and I find myself blinking away dark spots as dizzying lust consumes me. Fuck, she’s so perfect. My perfect Little girl.

I remain submerged in her chasm for a few seconds, letting her get used to my size. Then I withdraw partially and slam back inside. She whimpers and rises on her toes, and the increasing scent of her excitement sends me into a frenzied rut. I tighten my hold on her hips and commence a rapid pace of claiming her.

Mine mine mine.

My possessiveness for her grows as I repeatedly slam into her center.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her first climax, and I relish the feel of her channel contracting around my plunging shaft. Fuck yes. I fuck her faster. Harder. The sound of flesh smacking flesh fills the cabin, and I become drunk on the sweet pungency of her arousal.

“Oh, Papa!” she cries out as a second orgasm steals through her.

I growl and slow my pace only long enough to regain control of my senses. I don’t want to spill my seed inside her just yet. I want to prolong this mating. I want to rut her until she’s so sore she can’t walk.

Her whimpers and cries echo off the walls, and I increase the tempo of my thrusts into her drenched core. I adore her responsiveness. I love how easily she becomes wet as she yearns for me to claim her.

Still maintaining the rapid drives into her pussy, I reach down and tangle my fingers in her hair. I give a brief but hard tug, and she whimpers and arches her back, allowing me to fuck her more deeply.

When she emits a strangled moan and tenses as another climax crashes over her, I follow her into the abyss of pleasureand erupt into her tightness, filling her with spurt after spurt of my seed.

Affection brims within me as I gaze down at her. I release her hair and caress her back as she pants breathlessly beneath me. Then I pull her bottom cheeks apart and slowly withdraw from her center. I keep her spread wide as I observe my white, translucent essence leaking from her slick core. It doesn’t take long for a thick layer of my seed to coat her inner thighs.

Satisfaction courses through me. I like seeing her covered in my seed. I also like seeing her trembling and struggling to breathe in the aftermath of a long, hard rutting.

I lift her in my arms and carry her to the chair. I take a seat and hold her on my lap, stroking her hair and murmuring praises in her ear. “You’re Papa’s good Little girl, aren’t you? Papa’s sweet, obedient mate.”

She sighs and rests her cheek against my chest, though she doesn’t respond, as she’s still trying to catch her breath. I sense her deep exhaustion, but I don’t plan to let her rest for long. My cock thickens beneath her bottom, and fresh waves of desire heat my blood. I’m not finished with her yet.

Chapter Eleven

Kiera

Papa holds my hand as he guides me through the bustling village of Hurrna. Excitement abounds within me. Never in my life did I imagine I might one day travel beyond the borders of Zochal. A sense of adventure fills me, and I know it’s only the beginning.

According to Papa, I’m going to live for thousands of years. Because I’m his mate, my lifespan will match his. My pulse quickens as I think about all the places we might visit during that time, all the villages that border the Dark Forest.

I’m also eager to explore the forest itself, and it’s a relief to know the animals will defer to me. Papa says the bears, wolves, wildcats, and other predators will leave me alone. A smile tugs at my lips as I remember his exact words.I’m the only beast in this forest that will try to eat you, little girl.

As we head for the marketplace, I’m stunned by the reaction of the villagers. Or rather, the lack of a reaction. Some greet us with friendly smiles, while others nod politely as they walk by. No one stops to gawk at Papa, and no one tries to attack us. I doubt we would receive this sort of warm reception in Zochal. Isuspect if Papa walked the streets of my home village, the Elders would call for his blood.

My antlered mate leads me toward a stall that contains piles of readymade dresses, as well as undergarments and other clothing items. The vendor rushes to help me select a few gowns, and several minutes later, we depart the stall with a box containing more clothing than I ever imagined I might own in one lifetime.

“Thank you for the dresses, Papa. They’re all so beautiful.” I squeeze his hand and shoot him a warm smile.

“You’re very welcome, little girl.” He carries the huge box tucked beneath his arm, and we round a corner in the marketplace and approach another row of stalls.

“But where did you get those gold coins you used to pay?” I whisper. “Do you have a job that I don’t know about?” I can’t imagine the gods provide him with gold coins in exchange for his service as a forest guardian, and I can’t help my curiosity over the massive bag of gold he’s carrying in his pocket.

“Some of it comes from the hunters I encounter in the forest. Many of them become so frightened when they see me, that they beg me not to kill them and offer me gold coins, which I happily accept.” He chuckles. “I also pan for gold in some of the streams, and I exchange the rough pieces I find for pressed coins here in Hurrna.”

“Will you take me panning for gold, Papa? Please? It sounds fun.”

“Yes, I will take you panning for gold. But not today. We still have some more shopping to do.”

“Okay, Papa. Thank you.” I beam inwardly, grateful for the turn my life has taken. I’ve only been mated to Papa for a week, but it’s been the happiest week of my existence. I adore him. I’m definitely falling in love with him. Yes, this quickly.

He guides me past the vendors and into a cobbler’s shop, where I’m fitted for a variety of shoes. Papa buys me boots, sandals, and even several comfortable pairs of slippers.