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MARREX

I ’d watched her sleep for hours until the moonlight had faded and embers of pinks and oranges cast early-morning light over my lair.

Her scent was so sweet. So mine. Changing the very air of our home.

I extended my wings, feeling the first rays of the sun warm the membranes. My cock was hard, throbbing, the ridges lining my massive shaft already humming with the need to be buried deep inside of my female.

And once I penetrated her, that low hum would encompass my entire cock’s length, vibrating until my succa —a small appendage that extended from right above the root of my shaft—would latch onto Freydis’s clit and suck until she came hard for me.

I focused on her breathing. It was even and slow while she was deep in slumber. I rose from the boulder I perched upon, tucked my wings in tightly so they were flush with my back, and moved toward her.

Intense desire consumed me, settling in my dick and making the heavy length pulse and harden even further until it was painful. I just watched Freydis, my mouth watering, saliva dripping from my fangs.

I was starving for her.

She was in the center of my pallet, the thick furs covering her tiny human body. She’d been exhausted. It was the only reason she’d finally fell asleep despite her clear unease and confusion.

Her long, reddish hair was like the morning sun, soft and wavy, with tiny plaits at her temples. It curled gently once it dried after her bathing, and I longed to feel it on my skin as she straddled me and laid her head upon my chest.

I crouched on my haunches, curled the tip of a black claw under one of the furs, and lifted it. She was still naked, and the underside of her breast came into view, her nipple hardening when the cold air touched it.

I leaned in and scented her exposed pussy, clean from bathing in the creek and smelling slightly like the furs covering her.

Pre-cum dripped steadily out of the tip of my cock, coating the stone floor. My mouth watered, just as my cock leaked for my mate.

I pulled the top fur fully away from her, and she stirred but didn’t awaken. Her skin puckered from the chilled, early-morning air, and I stood, enjoying the view.

“Mmm,” I growled, not caring how loud I was.

Her thighs were lean and toned. I hated that they were that way because she’d been running for her life—not only when I first discovered her, but obviously for her entire life.

The longer I stared at her, the more I imagined how I'd care for her, feeding her so she ate well. I wanted to thicken her up, so she’d never have to worry about surviving. I was here now to forever make sure she was safe.

My cock ached, my sac heavy and ready to empty into her. The hum in my length started to become heavier, more prominent. Her hips flared enticingly, and I pictured gripping them and forcing her to take my enormous shaft. I wanted to stare into her eyes as my succa suctioned around her clit and forced her to come.

My cock was hard, the thick knots along the length throbbing as I envisioned all the filthy things I’d do to her.

Taking it in hand, I tightened my hold around that swollen girth. I’d make sure she took every last drop of my seed—day and night—until it was constantly dripping out of her pussy.

I couldn't help but imagine her tiny body under mine as I pistoned in and out before finally feeling her cunt walls clamp around me as she found her release and took mine.

I growled at the vision and pumped my clawed hand faster and harder, more seed dripping out of my tip like a leaky faucet. Every muscle in my body was wound tight.

Holding in my growl of pleasure was torture. I wanted Freydis to awaken, so she could see me masturbating in front of her. I wanted to stare into her eyes as I came and covered her with my cum, even though I couldn’t.

At least not yet.

The big, hairless weights between my thighs tightened with the need to orgasm, but I never had before. That was reserved for when I found my mate, when I was buried balls-deep inside her and she brought forth that which would make me come.

I dug my claws into the stone ground, hissing through my fangs as the pleasure became unbearable while also intangible. With no way to actually orgasm without my cock being buried inside Freydis’s cunt, touching myself like this was more torturous than gratifying.

I felt my pitch-black eyes start to glow with my raging emotions and the sensations coursing through me. I closed my eyes, bared my fangs, let the whap, whap, whap of masturbating fill my ears, and felt my pre-cum ooze between my fingers to then pool on the ground.

And when I stared at her again and Freydis breathed out softly, turning her face toward me, her eyes slowly opening, I couldn’t hold in my grunt of pleasure.

My knots pulsed, my succa wanting to be released so badly to latch onto her clit. I inhaled deeply when she gasped. She was fully awake now and seeing what I did right beside her.

The furs were still pushed away from her body, and I stared at her pert little breasts. I dug my claws even deeper into the stone, scraping them down slowly so they left deep gouges.

The way her breathing increased, her pupils dilating, and how she couldn’t stop watching my massive hand running up and down my equally huge cock, the pleasurable agony was almost too much to handle.

All I could imagine was filling her with cum, then pulling out and covering her body until she was bathed in white ropes of it.

I reached down to the clear pre-seed at the crown of my cock and covered my finger with it.

Then, I ran the digit over her mouth, loving how she parted her lips for me as she gasped. I coated her top then bottom lip fully, my eyes glowing so brightly it painted her in an ethereal glow.

“So pretty,” I snarled and leaned in, inhaling deeply until my nostrils flared. Her body was so tiny, lying atop my massive pallet. I didn't ask to touch her. Instead, I ran my claws over the upper part of her chest. She was so soft, all smooth skin and long hair spread out across the furs. “So mine,” I grunted, and I ran the tip of my nose along her cheek. She cocked her head to the side, giving me better access so I could scent her.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, and I knew it was to herself.

I leaned back, gripped her chin lightly so she was forced to look at me, and said with all the need and conviction in my monstrous voice, “What’s happening is that you’re mine, and I’m claiming my prize soon.”